Obehi Janice had friends at school who, like her, were academic and nerdy. She fancied boys at an early age – and also at an older age and, while we’re at it, more recently still. She is not very good at yoga and went on a nice trip to Paris and likes the music of Sir Shina Peters.
She is fascinated by all of this – why we should be, too, by such a commonplace list of experiences is a moot point. The Los Angeles-based writer and performer delivers this everyday litany with the polish and confidence of a seasoned standup but were it not for the willingness of a first-night audience to whoop along, this feeble material – complete with hard-to-gauge US references – would look exposed.
