By: Andy Akporugo Jr

Nnamdi Kanu worshipped his own voice and winked at the mirror each time he saw his own image. He loved the way the grey hairs that ran densely underneath his chin glistened when the klieg lights touched them – especially when he spat curses on a country whose only sin is that it exercised a choice two years ago and only brings out its negotiation table when it sits on the other side of slippery looters.

Mazi Kanu is fiercely narcissistic and talks because he lives – and this is why I worry. It is the 4th day since, and no word from him still, no view of him yet. Is he all right? Is he alive? I miss him already!

Now, where the hell is Nnamdi Kanu?!!