They say Laughter is the best medicine.
But I don’t believe them. If they had said laughter is good, that would have been acceptable. If they had said laughter helps your looks, I would have accepted it. Well, not entirely, because I know a lot of funny people who are the definition of ugly, for example, me.
But for them to say Laughter is the best medicine is just like saying Silence is the best answer for a Fool. We all know fools; we have them in our immediate families and among our friends. If you haven’t figured out who the fool is in your own circle, then it must be you. And we also know fools aren’t daunted by silence. It in fact works in their favor, which is why we have protests and wars, because keeping silent doesn’t solve anything.
The same goes for laughter. If laughter is the BEST medicine, then the cure for Ebola and HIV would be – you guessed right – Nitrous Oxide. For those of you who don’t know, which means roughly all of you, that is laughing gas.
However, laughter has its benefits, which is why I write weekly, so you get your weekly dose of laughter and keep looking good. Recently though, I discovered I might have to stop, at least for Nigerian readers. This is because I know when I am not needed somewhere. Look around you, we have a country with enough earning potential, yet our policemen will kill for twenty naira or less. In spite of this, Nigerians are some of the happiest people on earth. How do I know this? First off, our music… If you came in from Mars and entered the earth’s atmosphere, probably on a Friday night, and you could hear the music from different parts of the earth, the sounds and lyrics from Nigeria would make you think our section of the earth’s crust is the lost paradise. But music from Europe would make you consider suicide. I mean what is the problem with these children. It’s supposed to be all about happiness, dancing and jumping about, but Sam Smith makes you want to cry, and what is this other song – aha, Chandelier, which makes you want to curl up and die. It’s like compiling a mix tape for a double suicide. And yet, they are the ones enjoying life; here in Nigeria that we find it difficult to feed daily, we are jumping all over the place. Nigerians are too happy, too damn happy. This my humor writing would be more valued over there in Europe.
Starting tomorrow, I am packing my bags and leaving behind this much happiness. I am on my way to the land of sad songs. After all, no humor columnist is recognized in his village.
Written by Chika Jones, tweets at @chika_jones