By Ike Mgbatogu
Staff Writer

Onumba.com,USA ——— We live in a body designer world, the kind of world where you get the body parts you want, but sometimes also the collateral consequences you didn’t ask for.

In that world of sheer vanity, that’s just the way the ball bounces.

For 43-year old British-Nigerian Influencer Igho “Tiny” Ubiribo, the ball did not bounce favorably. He died on March 6 after undergoing a penis augmentation procedure in Thailand.

Most individuals seek this procedure because they want to feel more confident about their body and enhance their sexual encounters. Or perhaps their dissatisfied partners push them into it.  But either way, sex experts remind us that great sex is about connection and technique, not the size of a man’s penis.

Ubiribo and his wife, Danielle Simba Allen from Zimbabwe, were vacationing in Thailand where the botched procedure was performed.

A Thai coroner said that the influencer died from a fatal pulmonary embolism, caused by a blood clot in the lungs involving the cosmetic procedure performed in a Thai clinic.

Soon after the procedure, according to wife Danielle, they proceeded to a massage clinic where Ubiribo felt uncomfortable after complaining of chest pain. He was rushed to a nearby hospital where he was quickly moved to the Intensive Care Unit for treatment.

But he died even before CT scan could be performed, and after CPR was carried out.

According to a UK postmortem, Ubiribo’s death is linked to the 40 milliliters of hyaluronic acid and lidocaine injected into his penis back in March at an unnamed Thai clinic.  UK doctors confirmed the connection after detecting cellular materials in his lungs identical to the penile filler injections he received in Thailand.

Senseless tragedies like this have become an all-too common occurrence, most of it underscoring the perils of embracing the European standard of beauty as superior.

In 2005, the wife of former President Olusegun Obasanjo, Stella, died in Spain after a botched cosmetic surgery ——- tummy tuck and liposuction, to be precise.

The late crooner Michael Jackson was a pathetic case, though plastic surgery was not the primary cause of death for him. Jackson’s drastic physical transformation elevated skin-bleaching and body mutilation to a tragic peak of surreal manifestation and global bewilderment. It reached the epitome of profound absurdity, with the king of pop ending up looking whiter than an Idaho picket fence and his insanely chiseled nose threatening to dangle off his designer face.

In today’s world of customizable anatomy, it boils down to a simple, ruthless equation: swap out the parts you loathe for the upgrades you crave.

Don’t like your gender, change it.

Don’t care for your nose: get a new one.

Your skin color is draining your confidence finding a man: bleach the hell out of it.

You got a flat nyash: enhance it.

Don’t like your lips: get a pair of new ones.

Your stomach is flabby with embarrassing love handles: do a tummy tuck to flatten it.

Want a cute dimple? get one indented into your cheeks.

How about your chin? modify that, too.

And when you feel satisfied you have achieved the perfect anatomy your little heart desires, please notify the Almighty God that his original design didn’t quite fit you, so you redesigned yourself.

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