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At first, the idea of having another me, a clone of myself, sounds sweet and lofty. Just imagine a scientist coming up to me and saying he can create another me, someone who can talk, think, work, and do everything exactly the way I do. Mehn, that sounds like a dream! The thought of sharing responsibilities is tempting. While I’m chilling at home, one part of me could be at work. When one part goes to the market to buy foodstuff, another could be attending an event somewhere. Some days, when I have up to three or four events in different locations, one me could be at one event, another me at another, all performing flawlessly. Who wouldn’t love that? It sounds amazing at first 🤣🤣
But hold on, this is man-made stuff, not God, so there’s always a chance it could malfunction. And if it malfunctions, mehn, wahala dey. Imagine your replica going rogue while you’re minding your business at home. Your clone could be somewhere fighting or causing trouble, then manage to escape. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on your door and bam, law enforcement is outside to arrest you for something you had nothing to do with. My brother, you go explain Taya. Because trying to tell them that it was your replica that committed the crime and not you might just sound funny, and guess what, you still go in for am.
Now, imagine your clone part starts misbehaving in other ways. Maybe you are in church, listening to music, and suddenly your replica is somewhere drinking strong alcohol. Next thing, you start feeling intoxicated in church. Just imagine the chaos if this thing starts acting opposite to how you act.
Picture this one: after months of trying to win a lady’s heart, you finally succeed. Then one day, she steps out to the market or shop, only to find another you flirting with another woman, maybe even kissing her. Mehn, you see trouble! Meanwhile, you’re at home, completely innocent, wondering why your new love hasn’t called or visited. Some ladies will just zoom off, delete your contact, and move on. Others, wey their head dey touch small, will rant back home while you scratch your head, clueless. And for all of this, if God is not by your side, you go explain Taya.
In conclusion, I will not accept the idea of having a clone me, because while cloning might sound loafty to human innovation and scientific progress, I would never participate. Life’s beauty lies in our singularity, the irreplaceable mix of experiences, emotions, and choices that make us uniquely ourselves. A clone might mimic me perfectly, but it can never replicate the meaning of being authentically me. Some ideas, though fascinating, are better admired from afar. We do say that " if it's not Panadol extra, it can never be like Panadol extra".
