If you want perfection, create your own heaven!

We have this mental picture of who or what a celebrity should be and how they ought to act

Funny enough, we have high expectations we ourselves can't even attain to

Moral values we can't even subscribe to even if it was free

Yet we feel entitled to an opinion about how or who or why someone, who can pay and even buy us in this Nigeria should behave...

The nerve!!!

I'm aghast at the godlike attributes we ascribe them and the divine qualities we demand they have.

We want so much as simpletons

We expect so much as simpletons

Yet we give nothing

We own nothing

We have nothing

Yet we demand everything from these stars, we unconsciously made

These celebrities we unknowingly made and yet worship

We adore them this second

And the next we are repulsed

We love this instant

And the next we hate

We expect so much from them

Yet deep down, we know we could never give half of what they give.

Full stop.

Take a second to pause and think...

Have you ever sat down and thought that these celebrities have a life of their own, responsibilities of their own, problems, pain, sickness even a fucking headache from time to time.

It always starts small, from probably somewhere no one has heard about before, or probably holds no fond or interesting story.

Usually it begins with a broke or simple girl with no money to her name and style to her brand.

She is unknown and so nobody cares if she sleeps and dies in her sleep, no one would know, nobody will miss her except her family, neighbors, close friends and guys who are toasting her...

These same people will form an army tomorrow to either plan her coup or defend her honor.

Back to the story...

Right now in her unknown state, the world doesn't care if she ends up in a hospital ward of if she suffers a broken leg.

Nobody knows, no one gives a fuck.

Suddenly, she decides she wants more from life, she realizes she can sing and dance and can do something with it other than club and whine for sugarcane boys...

So she stops sleeping

She stops eating

She neglects her wants and desires, and stretches herself to the extreme just to pursue this new found zeal and dream

...then one day, gradually, her hard work, sleepless nights and endless sacrifice begins to pay off.

She hits it big, she gets signed up and her very first song becomes a hit.

Now she is known, she is a celebrity and now the whole world cares.

The man who doesn't have a house of his own but squats with his friend, buys her CD.

The woman who doesn't have a job but lives with her sister, buys her CD from her meagre savings.

The student who lives on the hostel and depends on his parents for everything, buys her CD

The teenager who lives with her parents and waits on them for everything, buys her CD

Then the rich business mogul who loves music, the creative writer who loves music, the movie director who loves music, the wealthy fashion designer who loves music, the actors and actresses who loves music, the other category of people, the wealthy class and affluent people who all love music buys their CDs too...

And then the entitlement mentality creeps in...like a seed it grows, first in the hearts of her neighbors and the close friends who ate amala and drank garri with her

Some how they feel she owe them a share in her new found fame and fortune

They feel she owe them something, so when they call and she is in a studio or a meeting and doesn't answer, she is a snub and an ingrate.

When she moves to a bigger house and buys a bigger car and so becomes inaccessible, she is wicked and heartless, she should stay in poverty with them and live close to them so they can trek together, and go to beer parlor and hang out.


Now when she falls sick, the whole world knows

When she wakes up with migraine, the world hears

When she develops acne, the world knows

When she does well, they applaud and praise her

But when she makes a mistake, she is judged

When she gets high and maybe drunk, she is condemned by a tramadol and skushi junkie

Why?

Because they feel obligated to have an opinion

So we lambast them when they date a married man

We insult them when they buy a Lamborghini

We criticize them when they buy a private jet and didn't build a motherless babies home

We destroy them when they have a child out of wedlock

We swear for them when they are accused of fighting in a club

Things we are guilty of everyday

The same girl that is gossiping about Tiwa savage sleeping around and selling her pussy, has ten boyfriends, 8 are married and maybe two has other girlfriends she knows about

The same guy insulting WizKid for having baby mamas and not taking care of them, has impregnated three girls, and denied all three.

The same married woman laughing at the celebrity for getting dumped by her boyfriend, is married to a chronic womanizer and wife batterer, who beats her on a regular and sleeps around with anything in skirt, yet she won't leave him but would rather die in the marriage and keep wearing the badge of a victim.

How cynical humans can be

If Regina Daniels buys all the watches, cars or houses for her parents, did it stop you from eating breakfast

How is her life, love life and sex life any of your damn business?

When she was acting, memorizing scripts and going for rehearsals, while kids her age were playing hide and seek, where were you, what were you doing?

Is she decides to fuck a billionaire old man, is it your fuck?

Have you eaten this morning is more important than knowing who she is getting married to.

We forget how powerful these women are, the pain and hard work they go through to stay relevant and deliver hits, back to back

We can't even keep one job for a year but we expect and laugh and scorn a musician who hasn't released any song in a long time, or make it to the top 10.

We complain of our jobs everyday, the 30k monthly job that we hate but can't quit because we are cowards and weak and afraid....Yet we sit and laugh at an actress, because she hasn't acted in a while or because she bought a new house...

How small can we be

Ironically, It's the slay Queen without a job, whose only source of income is a man, one to pay her bills, buy her clothes, pay her rent, subscribe for her and recharge for her, that will sit and laugh at Yemi alade for getting a hips or boobs job...is it your body?

Why won't we leave these celebrities alone...because we are jobless and liveless..we are lonely and poor and we are envious...

We need activity.

You won't see the rich sitting down to castigate and criticize except they are competing, they won't fight an empty or unprofitable war

Appreciate strength and courage

It's not easy fighting your way to the top and staying there!

If it was that easy, we would all be there

These celebrities were born not made!

They are not superhumans

They are not perfect, nobody is.

Stop expecting too much from them

They are humans too, but exceptional

If they weren't special, you would be on TV not them!

Leave them alone and stop making their lives a living hell.

If you want perfection, create your own heaven!

The world is yours too!

Until then, leave us Celebrities alone, we just wanna be human in an inhumane world.

Is that too much to ask?

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
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