Victor
Victor Afanefuma Ebuwa, born on January 17, 1981, was a 23 year old politics student from London. He states that he had a "gritty" upbringing, and likes to win. He described himself as being outspoken, overbearing, arrogant, and and overconfident. He feels that he is a born leader, and wants to show everyone who he is. He was one of the original twelve Housemates to enter the house on Day 1. He often clashed with Housemate Kitten, who he met during the audition process of the series. She at one point referred to Victor as a "sexist," a fact that he quickly denied. He had numerous arguments with Housemate Emma, with the two having to be separated by Big Brother at one point. Emma and Victor would later engage in numerous arguments both inside and out of the house. He didn't like Housemate Nadia, and often made fun of her large jaw. He did get along well with Housemate Jason, with the two often speaking poorly of their fellow Housemates. Victor received his first official strike on Day 21, following numerous arguments and physical violence amongst the group.
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“The Poor Man whom everyone speaks of, the Poor Man whom everyone pities, one of the repulsive Poor from whom “charitable” souls keep their distance, he has still said nothing. Or, rather, he has spoken through the voice of Victor Hugo, Zola, Richepin. At least, they said so. And these shameful impostures fed their authors. Cruel irony, the Poor Man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.”
—Albert Camus (1913–1960)
“The struggle alone pleases us, not the victory. We love to see animals fighting, not the victor raving over the vanquished.... It is the same in gambling, and the same in the search for truth.... We never seek things for themselves—what we seek is the very seeking of things.”
—Blaise Pascal (1623–1662)
“And in the next instant, immediately behind them, Victor saw his former wife.
At once he lowered his gaze, automatically tapping his cigarette to dislodge the ash that had not yet had time to form. From somewhere low down his heart rose like a fist to deliver an uppercut, drew back, struck again, then went into a fast disorderly throb, contradicting the music and drowning it.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)