• If you think about it, there’s no way Nigeria isn’t a simulation. We’re currently in a blackout because the Nigeria Labour Congress is on strike.

    We’re going through it, and our leaders have decided to act like our problems don’t exist, so we’re nominating these Nollywood characters to take their place. 

    Odds are that they won’t even do a better job, but there’s no way they’ll do worse, right?

    Jedidah Judah in “A Tribe Called Judah”

    Photo credit- Afrodives

    A businesswoman to the core; she was giving out loans, starting businesses, and helping the people around her. Think about what someone like her can do for our economy.

    She might not last long in office due to her illness and her children might embezzle some funds, but we’re sure that she’d take care of us to the best of her abilities.

    Big Daddy in “The Black Book”

    Photo credit- Zikoko_mag via X

    As we all saw, Big Daddy doesn’t play with her people. Also, she doesn’t make promises she can’t keep. If Big Daddy is in office, we might be in a war every day — she’ll probably loan out our army to her friends in distress — but we can be sure that we’ll be well taken care of.

    Paul Edima in “The Black Book”

    Photo credit- Whatkeptmeup

    Like the travel blogger president who left office last year, we can trust Paul Edima to be scarce during his tenure. But the difference is we’ll only need to cry and protest, and he’ll come back and take care of business before he pulls another disappearing act like a Yoruba man with commitment issues.

    Queen in “GIrls Cot”

    Photo credit- Simony Nollywood TV via Youtube

    She’ll tax the shit out of us to keep her pockets fat.  But she’ll also know how useful we are to her bank account  and make life easier and affordable for the masses and the baddies.

    Famzy in “Chief Daddy” 

    Photo credit- Notjustok

    Will Famzy use all of Nigeria’s money to fund his dead rap career? Yes. 

    Will he use the country and everyone in it to promote his foolish music? Yes. 

    But these can be managed — we’ll just find him advisors who can convince him to make a good decision every now and again. You can rest assured that during Famzy’s tenure, we won’t have to endure grid collapses and a nationwide famine.

    Arolake in “Anikulapo”

    Photo credit- Nollywoodreporter

    We need Arolake, her bag of money and her connection to the mystical beings who clearly adore her. If she’s our supreme leader, we are set for however long she plans to stay in office.

    Timeyin in “Blood Sisters”

    Photo credit- Marieclaire

    She had Uduak as a mother, two murderous brothers and survived it all. If this doesn’t show her tenacity and survival skills. What else could you possibly want in a leader? She’ll make sure that everyone feels loved and all forms of abuse are met with harsh punishments.

    Afamefuna in “Afamefuna”

    Photo credit- OkayAfrica

    Afamefuna will probably use our money to spoil his Amy nwa and pay off everyone he’s offended. But did you see how he solved his oga’s problem and grew his business? By the end of his second year in office, Nigeria would have paid off all her loans and the naira would have risen.

    Mama Ify in “Gangs of Lagos”

    Photo credit- Culture Custodian

    Mama Ify will clamp down on over-taxing and ensure every child goes to school. Mama Ify will be sweet to us and host cookouts at Aso Rock every Saturday. But don’t take her niceness for foolishness — if anyone moves anyhow, she’ll swear for them in the middle of the street, and it’ll catch them.

  • With the highly-anticipated Barbie movie coming out soon, we get to see what it would be like for Barbie to live in the real world. But what if Barbie was a Nigerian living in Nigeria?

    She’d have “first daughter” wahala on her head

    She’s the first daughter of her parents, which simply means she’ll have a shit ton of responsibilities, and everyone would want to have a say over her life, but she’s Barbie. They can talk all they want, but she’ll do what she wants anyway.

    Nigerians: Barbie, this isn’t how women should behave.

    Barbie:

    She’ll skip primary 5 & 6

    She’ll be the smartest person in every room she enters, so her parents would make her take common entrance in primary 4. She’ll pass with flying colors, and then her daddy will try making her take GCSE in JSS3, but her teachers would beg him.

    Barbie’s daddy: I want my baby to do GCSE in primary school.

    Barbie’s teachers:

    She’ll always be in school

    Barbie would get her first professional certificate in SSS 1, and that’s how it’ll start. She’ll get a Bs.c, an Ms.c, a Ph.D and a shit ton of professional certificates on anything she can find, including one in Library Science, all before she turns 24.

    She’ll intern everywhere she can

    Not because the money is good (she probably won’t take money) but for the pursuit of knowledge.

    [Barbie gets another internship]

    Iya Barbie: Everyday internship, every time internship, why?

    Barbie:

    She’ll be very popular and have one leg in every squad in Lagos

    She’ll go to Chibyverse and have to make more rounds than Chiby himself because everyone knows her, and she has to dance with them all.

    Her parents would have her first, then 3 others, 10 years down the line

    So naturally, she’ll have to take care of her siblingsthe fruits of her parents’ labor.

    Her Ken would be a jobless trust fund kid 

    Ken’s only job is to be there for Barbie, and he needs money and connections to do that. This is Nigeria.

    [Ken meeting Barbie’s parents]

    Daddy Barbie:

    Ken: I take care of Barbie

    Daddy Barbie:

    Her parents wouldn’t approve of their relationship

    They won’t like Ken for Barbie and would try setting her up with someone else every other weekend. She’ll go, and the men would end up telling her their life story and crying in her arms.So she’ll pursue a degree in psychology because why not? 

  • Traffic will stress him out

    Imagine him chasing a criminal and running into traffic on Third Mainland Bridge.

    Police will arrest him too many times

    A young man driving a sports car that no one has ever seen? Wearing all black? WITH A MASK? The police will be over the moon.

    Too many copycats

    Nigerians love copying things that work or look cool. Just look at how many cook-a-thons have happened in the past few months because of Hilda Baci. There’d probably be a Batman in every local government.

    He might switch careers to become a sugar daddy

    If he can’t help people by delivering criminals to the police who might free them later, he might as well just spend his money on Lagos baddies. The ultimate glucose guardian.

    Agberos will probably beat him up

    What’s going to happen when Batman is forced to face agberos in Mushin? Even the Batmobile and Alfred wouldn’t be able to save him.

    He’ll have japa plans too

    Nigerians will frustrate him so much, he’ll start making plans to continue his vigilante career in another country. 

    But the Nigerian Customs will stress him

    We all know what’s going to happen when he shows up at the passport office in his costume. Billing HQ.


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  • Have you ever wondered which disciple Davido or Babajide Sanwo-Olu would be if they were in the New Testament with Jesus? Whether you’ve had this thought or not, this article is here to help you visualise this alternate universe. 

    You’re welcome. 

    Burna Boy is Peter 

    Source: Youtube

    Our one and only African giant who disappears when Nigeria actually needs him, Burna Boy has a lot in common with Simon Peter. Burna Boy also gives off the “I want to walk on water like my boss” energy. Tell me you see it too. 

    Mahmood Yakubu is Judas Iscariot

    Source: The Sun 

    We’re not saying INEC Chairman, Mahmood Yakubu, sold Nigeria for 30 pieces of silver. But there’s something fishy about him resorting to manual result reporting after promising us electronic transmission with BVAs, ignoring cases of voter manipulation and suppression then announcing the winners at 2 a.m. that feels suspicious AF. Do with that information what you will. 

    Davido is John the Beloved 

    Source: Stephen Tayo 

    No stress, good vibes and loved by all, John was Jesus’ fave. Sounds a lot like our unproblematic king, Davido. All David Adeleke does is donate money to charities and make music about spoiling his baby with cash. We all love a benevolent king. 

    Yemi Osibanjo is Matthew 

    Source: The Daily Post

    Matthew used to be a tax collector called Levi before he found Christ and said goodbye to the world of capitalism. Sounds a little bit like Vice President Yemi Osinbajo, who kept quiet during #EndSARS but tried to rebrand as a BFF to the youths when it was time for the presidential elections. But unlike Matthew, his rebrand flopped harder than BVAs on election day. 

    Pheelz is Andrew

    Source: YouTube 

    According to the book of John, Andrew, Peter’s older brother, was a disciple of John the Baptist before he started following Jesus. His ability to port with such finesse reminds me of Pheelz’s transition from producing to singing. It’s giving talent, and I’m here for it. 

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    Tiwa Savage is Mary Magdalene

    Source: Okay Africa

    Let’s be real, Mary Magdalene would’ve been a disciple if not for the patriarchy of those days. Before anyone comes for me, remember that this was the same era when people were willing to stone a woman who committed adultery, but nobody mentioned the man she slept with. 

    Tiwa Savage is just as talented as Nigeria’s big three, but people often forget to give our African Bad Gyal her flowers. 

    Omoyele Sowore is Thaddeus 

    Source: Business Day

    Raise your hands if you remember Thaddeus from the bible. No one? Okay. Now, raise your hands if you think about Omoyele Sowore outside of election season? Glad we’re all on the same page. Thanks for coming to my TEDx Talk. 

    Thaddeus Atta is Mathias 

    Source: NewsNGR

    Mathias was a last-minute addition to the disciples after Jesus died and Judas bounced. He wasn’t mentioned before he became a disciple, yet he somehow managed to score a spot on the hottest line-up in the Bible. This gist lowkey reminds me of how Thaddeus Atta of the Labour Party came out of nowhere to beat two popular candidates — Banky W of the People’s Democratic Party (PDP) and nepo-baby, Babjide Obanikoro (APC) — to get the Eti-Osa seat in the National Assembly during the 2023 general elections. 

    Babajide Sanwo-Olu is Doubting Thomas

    Source: Punch

    Thomas, AKA Mr Show Me The Receipts, was the disciple who asked Jesus to prove he had resurrected even though he was talking to him face to face. This is the same way Lagos State Governor Babajide Sanwo-Olu has refused to acknowledge the 2020 Lekki Massacre even though the Nigerian Army has said he was the one who invited them. Hmmm. 

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  • Whoever invented the word “literal” must’ve been thinking about Nigerian mums because why do they take everything so literally? Add religion to the mix, and it’s all over.

    You: I’m dead tired.

    Your mum:

    Odds are you’ve never imagined how your mum would react to the concept of spirit animals. But Zikoko’s mind works in mysterious ways, so we did it for you, and this is what it’d look like.

    It’s a typical Thursday evening, and everyone is gathered around the TV

    Only this time, Daddy isn’t around to force everyone to watch the news. Your sibling somehow convinced Mummy to let everyone watch Nat Geo Wild instead of Zee World. How they did it, you don’t know.

    And then it happens

    The TV narrator describes how monkeys exhibit traits of intelligence and mischief far higher than their “animal” status, and you open your mouth to say the abominable: “Monkeys are so smart. I really think they’re my spirit animal”.

    Mummy looks at you to be sure she’s not hearing things

    Mummy: Monkey is your spirit animal? What does that one mean?

    You: It’s just a saying o. Like a spirit that guides or protects someone. Most times, it just describes the characteristics that someone shares with the animal.

    Mummy, silently looking at you

    Wondering where she went wrong

    You:

    The moment you knew you fucked up

    Mummy finally finds her voice

    Mummy: So, Sola, I brought you up in the way of the Lord so you can wake up one day and decide it’s spiritual animal you want to be doing?

    You: Mummy, it’s spirit…

    Mummy: Will you shut up! I’m talking, and you’re talking? Somebody save me. So you want to be a monkey, Sola? Ọbọ!

    Meanwhile, your siblings

    Mummy (already in tears): Where have I gone wrong with these children? We’re still praying against spirit husbands and wives, and now, there are spiritual animals? Sola, of everything in this world to be, you want to be a monkey.

    You:

    Mummy: So you can’t say the Lion of Judah is your spirit animal. It’s monkey? Ah. Your father will hear this. In fact, everyone in this house is going for deliverance. The devil is in my home.

    You: But, mummy, it was just a joke.

    Mummy: That’s how the devil’s work starts. Today, it’s pressing phone. Tomorrow, it’s spiritual animal. And before I know it, you people will start drawing tattoo.

    She faces your siblings

    Mummy: What are you laughing at? Will you stand up and enter the room? All of you should better go and sleep because tomorrow morning is meeting us at pastor’s house. All of you will explain where this witchcraft started.

    Everyone escapes into their rooms, grateful to have been released

    Mummy won’t be sleeping, of course. She’ll spend all night praying against spiritual animals, all the while muttering under her breath: 

    “I didn’t kill my mother. These children will not kill me.”


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  • From the stables of our Women are Funny Campaign, we bring you hilarious stories inspired by women’s posts on FK’s internet.

    This week’s story was inspired by this tweet about our very own Nigerian Wonder Woman:

    When Mummy Anita left that morning, it was with the promise to do kia kia so that Josephina can return from whence she came.

    That was five hours ago.

    Josephina didn’t want to be in this shop that was obviously competing with the whole of Lagos for the hottest place on earth.

    She could think of a million other ways to spend her time, like picking beans, roaming the streets or dancing on one of those activation trucks.

    She couldn’t dance, she hated beans, and the mere thought of breaking her back and acting like they were binding and casting demonic forces from her body was as unappealing as the pepper soup her neighbour had made the day before. Josephina begged her for the soup in the first place, and had returned an empty bowl, but that wasn’t the point.

    The point was Mummy Anita had 30 more minutes to return to her shop before Josephina’s own mummy would come looking for her. 

    Josephina had spent two extra hours counting tins of milk and Milo before she realised Bobrisky was right, “Good girl no dey pay.” 

    She’d started packing things up at the back of the shop when she heard the first sound.

    Josephina knew it wasn’t what she thought it was.

    But there the sound was again.

    Josephina reached behind her and grabbed the stick she remembered seeing there. She knew what it was — a rat, a pesky little rat — but this wasn’t her first rodeo. Her mother called her ogbuoke, the killer of rats.

    She was the one they called when they heard rats moving around in the kitchen or saw them flying about the compound. Her father thought it’d be easier to get a dog or cat to deal with their rat issue, once and for all. Josephina considered that an insult. She took her job very seriously, which is why when she heard the third noise, she knew it was time to swing into action.

    Josephina tiptoed out the back eyes closed.

    She swung the stick at it, HARD, but the sound she heard was definitely not from a rat.

    Josephina opened her eyes.

    Yes, definitely not a rat. Josephina was staring at a full-grown man clutching his head, a bag overflowing with provisions from the shop over his shoulder.

    Josephina didn’t need to be told twice; this was what she’d been training for, long nights creeping behind rats, and this was it, her time to shine.

    She hit the man again, and as he bent forward, she threw a wrapper over his head and pounced on him.

    Josephina sat on his back, grabbed one of the ropes for sale, unravelling it and tying the unknown man like a rotisserie chicken.

    Then she picked her stick off the floor and stood on him like the conqueror of the new world.

    Mummy Anita: Josephina. Josephina. Josephina!

    Josephina jumped out of her seat, looking around the shop, trying to wipe the sleep out of her eyes.

    Mummy Anita: Hope nothing.

    Josephina: Ma?

    Mummy Anita: Come dey go.

    Josephina walked out of the shop groggily. 

    Mummy Anita: Thank you, ehn?

    Josephina stood in front of the shop, looking around.

    Josephina: Na dream?

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  • From the stables of our Women are Funny Campaign, we bring you hilarious stories inspired by women’s posts on FK’s internet.

    Today’s story was inspired by this tweet about the proper way of greeting:

    Idorenyen and Kwento have been married for over a year now. If you ask them, they’ll tell you it’s been the best experience of their lives.

    Right?

    Idonrenyen and Kwento:

    Which is why this morning’s debate was a bit… confusing.

    It was the weekend, and Idonrenyen and Kwento had plans: lay in each other’s arms and rest from the higi haga of a week they’d had. Everything was going as planned. Idonrenyen was laid up on Kwento’s chest, his fingers running through the spaces between her cornrows… life was good. Great, actually.

    Then Idonrenyen remembered.

    Idonrenyen always remembers.

    Idonrenyen:

    Kwento’s senses are sensing ____.

    Kwento:

    What happened?

    Idonrenyen:

    She knows what happened. Of course, she knows what happened, but for the perpetrator of the crime to look into her eyes and ask such a question?

    Kwento didn’t know it yet, but he was calling for war.

    What exactly does this Mile 12 Duke of Hastings know?

    Idonrenyen picks up her phone and laptop and leaves the room.

    Kwento:

    Idonrenyen sits at the dining room table, ignoring the full-grown man following after her like a lost sheep. She sets up a makeshift workstation and turns to him.

    Idonrenyen: Do you know I’m a spec?

    Kwento:

    Idonrenyen: No. Do you know? I don’t think you know.

    Kwento: 

    Idonrenyen: Kanipe you knew, you wouldn’t be sending me things like…

    She opens her phone and shoves it under his nose.

    Kwento: 

    Idonrenyen: What does that mean?

    Kwento: I said, “morning”.

    Idonrenyen: Okay, so I don’t have a clock, and I need you to tell me the time of day.

    Kwento: 

    Idonrenyen: Oya, say it well.

    Kwento: 

    Idonrenyen: Is it a good morning? Is it a bad morning? Does the morning not know what it wants? Is it a fence-sitting morning?

    Kwento: It’s a good morning.

    Idonrenyen: So…

    Kwento: Good morning.

    Idonrenyen: Thank you. Oya, go and send it to me as a text.

    Kwento:

    Idonrenyen: 

  • Today’s story was inspired by this tweet about the lack of cash and alternate modes of payment:

    Mabel rushes out of the store, hauling grocery bags. She stops short in her tracks, staring at the ride she’d ordered earlier.

    She takes a deep breath and walks into the car.

    Driver: Sister, good afternoon.

    Mabel: Afternoon.

    She reaches into her bag and shoves a handful of chinchin into her mouth.

    Driver: Can I start the trip?

    Mabel nods, and he starts the trip. She wipes her mouth, pulls her phone out of her bag and sends a text.

    Mabel takes a peek at the driver.

    Mabel closes the chat and tries to open her bank app again, but it doesn’t work. 

    She knew what this was. It wasn’t her bank trying to publicly disgrace and humiliate her. 

    It was her aunt, her mother’s friend, who’d come to stay with them for a couple of days, but now fills their house address on all forms. 

    She was the one to blame for all this. Mabel was on her own when the woman dragged her outside to run errands at the peak of a cash scarcity and general money issues in the country. The second she stepped outside, she knew she was in for it. 

    Mabel paid for her ride to the store from the little money she had left in her wallet. She got to the store and proceeded to roam around aimlessly because Aunty Nkechi, who’d built her new home on top of Mummy Mabel’s, kept sending the things she wanted one by one.

    Mabel finally got to the till and tried to use her bank card to pay, but it didn’t work. She tried again because what’s the ordinary plastic card in the face of her perseverance?

    Her card:

    After 30 minutes of standing at the till, looking like a child whose parents had abandoned them, Mabel’s card finally worked, and she made her way out of the store with her tail tucked between her legs.

    Now, here she was, thinking of ways to pay for a service…. again.

    Driver: Madam, you have cash, abi? I don’t want transfer o.

    Mabel: Sir?

    She looks in her shopping bag.

    Mabel: Oga, I don’t have cash here oo.

    Driver:

    Mabel pulls out a pack of biscuits and small chops from her bag. 

    Mabel: Hold this one for now. When we reach, I’ll see what I can do for you.

  • Today’s story was inspired by this tweet about skincare not caring at all:

    Every morning, Sarah wakes up at 5:30, takes a bath for 30 minutes, and spends another 30 doing skincare, then an extra hour getting ready for work and walking to the bus stop.

    But this morning was different. 

    See, Sarah just got a salary increase, so she’s been upgrading her standard of living to meet said increase. 

    She’d decided the pile of skincare products locked away in her drawer wasn’t enough because when your money is now as long as Dangote’s…

    It isn’t

    …it’s only right you move like Dangote.

    After holding off on her skincare haul for the entire weekend and trying to restrain herself from spending more money on skincare, Sarah snuck out of her house at 4:30 p.m. like a konji-afflicted man sneaking out to meet his other family. 

    Because the last time she had to explain to her mother why she was spending so much money on skincare products, the woman came back from Lagos Island the next day, with soap that smelt like irú, tied in brown paper and raffia leaves, and cream that looked like they used kerosene to mix it, in a big white container. 

    So no, Sarah wasn’t going to take her chances with that woman again, and if it meant promising her good sunscreen to her tyrant younger sister to cover for her with their mother, then so be it.

    After a long and stressful day of spending the money she worked for and somehow still finding time for a maiden edition of le tour de Lagos with her friends, Sarah returns to the house, crashing into her bed the second she sees it.

    Kinda like this

    Another unwise decision from her. Without setting an alarm clock the night before, Sarah was bound by laws and forces beyond her control to wake up like a politician with stolen loot under his bed.

    Yeah, that looks right

    Sarah wakes up at 7:30 AM and hurries around the room, gathering everything she’ll need for her day. 

    • Waterbottle? Check
    • Powerbank? Check
    • Power chord to use and wipe her boss’s head in case he gives her work greater than her new salary? Double check.

    She gets dressed and begins her skincare ritual, toner, serum, moisturiser. Surprised and confused, she looks through her dresser and begins the search for her sunscreen.

    Sarah’s mother walks into the room, equal parts surprised and confused.

    Mummy Sarah: Why are you still here?

    Sarah doesn’t answer her. Instead, she stares at the bottle in her hand.

    Sarah: Is that my sunscreen?

    Mummy Sarah: How am I supposed to know?

    Sarah takes the bottle from her and finds it empty.

    Mummy Sarah: Ehn, your sister said you gave her to use. Sorry, sorry, rub normal cream, you hear?

    Mummy Sarah drops Sarah’s bottle of body lotion on her bed and leaves the room. 

    Sarah looks at the time and shelves her anger for later. She picks up her bag, shoes, and the new bottle of sunscreen she’d bought the day before and rushes out of the house, furiously rubbing it on her face.

    She walks into the street, waving down a bike.

    Bike man:

    Sarah: Bus stop

    Bike man: Aunty …

    Sarah: I have cash, abeg let’s go.

    As the bike speeds through the streets, people turn and stare.

    The bike stops at the bus stop, Sarah gets down and hands him the fare.

    Bike man: Aunty…

    Sarah ignores him and rushes past a conductor and into a bus.

    Conductor: Ah

    Conductor: Many are mad, few are roaming. Heiss, aunty…

    Sarah answers him without looking up from her bag.

    Sarah: Oga, I get change.

    The woman sitting beside her moves the child in her lap away and taps her.

    Sarah: Yes?

    She points at Sarah’s face.

    Sarah:

    The child in the woman’s lap laughs like a Nigerian uncle with endless money.

    Child: Aunty you look like ojuju calabar

    Sarah:

    The woman pulls a mirror out and points it at Sarah’s face.

    Conductor: Your face

    Sarah’s face: 

  • I saw this tweet a few days ago:

    And it had me thinking, what if the Jujutsu Kaisen was set in Nigeria instead of Tokyo, Japan? The characters already go through enough as it is. Imagine adding being Nigerian to their problems? 

     Jujutsu Kaisen follows the life of Yuji Itadori as he joins a secret organisation of Jujutsu Sorcerers to eliminate a powerful Curse named Ryomen Sukuna, whom Yuji’s body currently hosts. 

    I re-imagined what Jujutsu Kaisen would be like if it were set in Nigeria.

    Panda would have been a dog or a giant mosquito 

    I mean, if they are picking the animal based on an animal that best represents the country Jujutsu Kaisen is set in, and this being Nigeria, it’s only fitting that either an ekuke named “Bingo” or a mosquito would be our choice. So what if Google says it’s an Eagle? As a Nigerian, you will see more bingos and mosquitoes before ever spotting an Eagle. 


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    The places with the most cursed energy would be government offices and bus stops

    In Jujutsu Kaisen, curses mostly lurk around secondary schools and hospitals, but if Jujutsu Kaisen was set in Nigeria? Every single government office would be full of curses because everyone curses them at least twice daily. As for bus stops, have you seen how people push each other, fight, and try to kill each other to enter danfos? God abeg. 

    It even already looks cursed. 

    Nobara’s weapon would have been a pestle

    Don’t ask me why but it’s just fitting. That babe has the anger of 20 Nigerian mothers, and you’re telling me a hammer would do the job for her? Have you seen a Nigerian woman handle a pestle before? One hit and the stupid curse would start to think about its life. 

    Nanami would have been a banker by day while selling ties on Instagram by night

    Outside writers, Nigerian bankers are the only other people who look like they hate their jobs. But not so much for Nanami. He needs the money so he can buy nice suits. He’d probably also own a tie shop that no one actually patronises, but that won’t matter to him because my man is too busy using them to fight people anyway. 

    Every time Gojo jumps, they’d try to catch him and deliver him

    Gojo would try to defy physics, as usual, flying without needing to leap off buildings and sooner or later, he would get caught. Next thing you know, they’d be shoving buckets of anointing oil down his throat as per evil spirit. 

    Large dimension fight inside traffic

    Usually, when they want to fight demons or curses, they’d go to a large space and open a dimension so people don’t get injured in the real world due to casualties. Where would we find space in this country? Take Lagos, for example. They’d have to  fight in traffic last last. That’s not even something new sha. 

    Legwork in dashiki in the end scene

    Everyone loves the Jujutsu Kaisen lost in paradise end theme, but if this anime was set in Nigeria? Legwork straight and football jersey tops or dashiki. Asake would also somehow sing the theme song. 

    Their school uniform would be khaki, and check

    One super cool thing about Jujutsu Kaisen is the school uniform. Every student has a unique way they wear theirs but individualism in a Nigerian school? Come off it, please. All of them, from Gojo to Itadori, would wear different colours of check shirts and brown Khaki pants made from the weakest material known to man. 

    The school probably wouldn’t even exist because where’s the profit on top people that want to kill you for helping them?

    Jujutsu sorcerers are a part of a secret organisation, so they don’t get paid. Unfortunately, that won’t work in Nigeria because how would they risk their lives to save people while still needing to be protected from the people they went to save? Hell, the Lagos government would make them pay flying tax and exorcism tax until they closed the school last last.


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