A love letter to Zikoko.

On days we thought things couldn't get any worse the universe managed to prove us wrong, our ever friendly global pandemic, Mr Corona virus decided to have a mental breakdown and like a toxic yoruba man that he is, he decided to hurt as much people as he could, after the hot period and the hope of Nigerians began to grow, earth decided to throw sand on our faces, we had several rape cases, the end sars protest, and the Lekki toll-gate deaths (RIP) even the ocean caught fire. People lost their jobs and those who didn't spent their work hours applying for new jobs. 
After all these tragic events, do people still know what happiness feels like? Can people still laugh? Do people feel peace and warmth? The answer is yes. But out of 7 billion people in the world only eighty three thousand people know what happiness truly feels like, and these are the eighty three thousand people who follow Zikokomag.
Here's why you should vote for zikoko writers as the next members of the House of assembly. 

"Mosquitoes are like broke women, they cause you pain and blame somebody else. Ask a mosquito why it gave you malaria and it will blame the plasmodium virus, if you vote for us we promise to give you free sniper every month, we'll stop if anybody uses our sniper to kill themselves o, if you want to kill yourself buy your own. We'll also give you free rakes to take care of your gutters so you want be smelling Hauwa's pampers, we can't allow dirty kill you people because if you die who will we rule? Vote for someone that cares! Vote Zikoko writers! 

You see...this is what I think a zikoko campaign speech would sound like and would I vote for them? Yes. 

If there's one thing the Nigerian government need to learn from Zikoko it's the beauty of storytelling, the truth is only bitter when you don't tell it like zikoko writers. 
It's more than just writing, it's understanding, it's being able to put yourself in the shoes of your reader, it's paying attention, it's focusing on giving the reader what they want and not what you think they need, this doesn't just go for zikoko memes, every segment they create takes you on a journey, one moment you're seated at your desk sulking about your boss' stupid wife that enjoys stressing you, and in the twinkle of an eye you're like Aang in the avatar state watching words turn to a part of your life, you're listening to Ngozi talk about how life was while growing up, you're reading Amala's interview with Zikoko, you're listening to Femi tell you how he'll use 1 million to buy suya, you're thinking about how to slap Gbenga that broke Aunty Kemi's heart, you're preparing yourself for marriage when you don't have husband, and you're reading this article about them, it's more than just words, it's life on your phone screen, it's what little kids call abracadabra, it's what Benin people call juju, it's magic. 

Dear Zikokomag, thank you. 
Thank you for bringing smiles to our faces, thank you for making inclusive content, thank you for remembering the gays, the theys, the girls, the foods, thank you for creating no matter what, thank you for being able to make someone out there smile while they're going through it, thank you for caring when it seems like no one cares, thank you for creating experiences, thank you for the stories, thank you for being the PERFECT PARTNER. 

I'm Rachel and you've helped me alot, I love you. 

P.S: If you're single and sad and you think when you find a partner you'll be happy, you're deceiving yourself, happiness doesn't come from relationships, it comes from following ZIKOKOMAG


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