Bye Junior: Grown men should stop using silly high school nicknames

 Picture the best-dressed man you know. Crisply-pressed bespoke suit— the kind you wear on your way to fire or con someone. Happy socks just visible above suede sharp-shooter shoes. Bright-red bowtie secured at the topmost button. Maybe even a leather briefcase hanging off his hand, full of contracts and agreements and tenders.
Now, imagine this gentleman stepping out of his Prado TX and, upon raising his hand to salute an old friend who just recognised him off the street, being greeted with, “Niaje, Junior”.

That’s right. ‘Junior’. A grown man, on his way to fire or con someone. Being called ‘Junior’ by his peers. Or ‘Vokeh’. Or whatever ironic nickname he secured during his teenage years. It would be very unfair for ‘Junior’, with his bespoke suit and bowtie, to expect people to then switch back to calling him Mr. Kimani. Or ‘sir’.