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Why Wake A Sleeping Words-Man? Punch Newspaper Interviews The Grandiloquent Patrick Obahiagbon

Disclaimer; This article is basically written to kill you…with laughter. But since you’ve opened this page, there’s no going back. Sorry I did this to you, but couldn’t help but share this.

We all know Hon. Patrick Obahiagbon, the celebrated grammarian, walking lexicon, and the producer of a million soundbites, including ‘Higi haga, crinkum crankum, kakistocracy, and cabalocracy’.

The Current Chief of Staff to Edo State Governor is one to be left alone, but recently, Punch Newspaper, perhaps to fight away boredom, or just a deep hunger for headaches, decided to conduct an interview for the man. And he sure didn’t disappoint.

Do you know?

  • For the past 20 years, Hon. Obahiagbon has spent an hour everday studying the dark arts of the dictionaries
  • He dated his wife for 10 years before marriage, and can’t remember the words he used to propose to her (grammer can be forgotten)
  • He’s an enlightened one, a student of the Rosicrucian mysticism, and was a student of divine light in his last incarnation
  • He pulls his trouser above his waist because of a Japanese practice called Yohji Yamatomo, which protests against sagging by the younger generation.
  • Due to excessive and grandiloquent use of English, WAEC seized his English results for 3 consecutive years, until they were convinced he was not an impostor.
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For more, let’s all brace ourselves for the complete unabridged golden words. Grab your dictionaries, take a deep breathe, and…legggo!

I am not really consensus ad idem with those who opine that my idiolect is advertently obfuscative. No no no, it’s just that I am in my elements when the colloquy has to do with the pax nigeriana of our dreams and one necessarily needs to fulminate against the alcibiadian modus vivendi of our prebendal political class.

It all happened when my father brought me a teaser which stated that good orators had ruled the world and you must have to be a feisty orator if you must rule the world. As an impressionable young man, I alacritously threw myself into the whirligig of improving my usage of words by amassing new words on a daily basis.

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I relate with my family and friends very warmly and in an atmosphere of camaraderie, stripped of my confutational habiliment and gladiatorial homilies. I am a very peaceful, calm, level-headed and celestially attuned soul personality.

Of course, the business of the day when I interfaced with my wife on matters of the heart had to be in plain Caeser’s language and you can decipher why that had to be so. The matter in view did not permit itself of sphinxian conundrum.

It’s a long time ago, so I can’t remember the exact words I used. We had a relationship for ten years before we got married. We’re looking at close to 20 years ago.

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I used such words very-very freely in my exams both at the secondary school and in my university and little wonder I had the misfortune of my English results being seized intermittently in my O’ Levels. WAEC released my results for the other subjects and withheld my English result. This happened for about three years. Twice, I passed the University Matriculation Examination but I could not proceed to the University because of my English results that were not released. At the end of the day, it was released after the third attempt.

I have read and still do read a vaudeville of dictionaries from Websters to Funk and Wagnalls, from Cambridge to Oxford dictionaries, from Black’s Law Dictionary to Encarta and from Encyclopedia Britannica to Foreignisms, etcetera. I developed my corpus of vocabulary by reading omnivorously. I have also spent nothing less than an hour daily on my dictionary for over twenty years. So, whereas the dictionary for most people is a mere occasional reference point, it is for, me a vade-mecum. It may also interest you to know that there is much to learn from our daily newspapers.

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My best subject in secondary school was government and religion and am sure that I was drawn to religion because, I now know as a student of Rosicrucian mysticism, that I was a student of divine light in my last incarnation. As for government, I just fell in love with the subject due to my early attraction in life to issues of political-economy.

English language was of course my hobbyhorse and passion but like I earlier asseverated, my results were constantly guillotined to my utter chagrin that I had to lapse into a jeremiad of lachrymoseim for a period of aeon. I would need to check the result again to be sure of my score.

God understands all languages, my brother and I pray to God using any word that pops up. May I posit that the key points in prayers are your sincerity, purity of heart, walking within the compass and to what extent are you ready and worthy of receiving the benediction of the cosmic and the cosmic masters because as we say in mysticism- “when the students are ready, the masters would appear.”

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Take my words my brother that more than seventy per cent of humanity don’t know how to pray but that is a matter for another day.

Why will I be perturbed from ensconcing myself in the palatable arms of Morpheus because people have deprived themselves of the cultivation of the regime of the mental magnitude? I read all the farrago of baloneys and vacuous bunkum from pepper soup objurgators. The spirit of animadversion remains their fundamental human right. It also remains an indubitable fact that I get millions and millions of requests daily from people all over the world requesting for my verbal mentorship which positive cosmopolitan reactions have assisted my equipoise and righteous sense of pachydermatous garb. I cannot put my nose to the grindstone daily and expect to be understood by those luxuriating in a modus vivendi, verging on pepper souping, goat heading, suyaing, big stouting and isiewulising. Has a philosophical wag not once pontificated that things of the spirit are spiritually discerned and that it takes the deep to call the deep? We will speak more on this matter of critiques and chichi dodo another day.

Hahahaha….That trousers style is called Yohji Yamamoto. It was my own audacious statement to remonstrate against the pervasive tendency of Nigerians especially our youths that took to the practice of putting on trousers exposing their lower anatomical contours and I will do it over and over again.

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<div>Are you dead yet? No? Want more? Then you gotta read the full interview on Punch. We're suffering from grammar overload. Thanks for your benign, non-malevolent, understanding.</div>

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