thanks for your response.

@ trytillmake, thanks.

adestic:
hello, where do you stay

ifako ijaye, lagos.

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I have great passion for web design & programming. I need a software company that can employ me as a trainee so i can learn & also become an expert. I promise to contribute positively & immensely to any organization that offers me a place. I'll be so glad if my wish is granted. Pls contact me on 08114428149. Thank you very much.

I have great passion for web design & programming. I need a software company that can employ me as a trainee so i can learn & also become an expert. I promise to contribute positively & immensely to any organization that offers me a place. I'll be so glad if my wish is granted. Pls contact me on 08114428149. Thank you very much.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown...

The President wakes up. He slept
very late last night. It is in the
nature of the calling – a series of
late-night meetings that stretch well
into the next day. Last night, there
was the one with the two friendly
state governors, who brought a list
of allegedly disloyal ministers. After
that, the party executives, who
wanted to discuss the forthcoming
governorship election in one of those
troubled states.
What state, by the way, isn’t a
troubled one in this country, when
you think of Ebola and Boko Haram
and the marauding herdsmen? Not
to talk of politicians themselves and
their endless “wahala”.
Speaking of Ebola, it was the issue
on the table for the President’s
third late-night meeting. But it was
a boring meeting; full of confusing
numbers and epidemiological jargon.
It reminded the President of the
time when he had to make a living
teaching. Teaching students who
had no desire to learn, in a
university that had no desire to stay
open. The humdrum-ness of it all
still sometimes produces a sinking
feeling in his stomach. Years of
waking up, praying the Datsun
Bluebird would start without fuss. It
now seems like that life was lived on
another planet.
The President sits up in bed, yawns
and stretches. He is alone, the
Madam is somewhere in Europe
inaugurating a warship, or was it a
new wardrobe. He tries to remember
what day of the week it is. That’s
the problem with this office – time
is no longer your own. You are
surrounded by an infinite number of
persons whose job it is to snatch
time out of your hands. People think
the President is powerful. But he is
not as powerful as those people;
who make him do stuff he has not
the slightest clue about.
The President steps out of bed, with
no idea what his day might look like.
He reaches for the bell, to summon
help. Just before he presses the
button, there is a knock on the door.
He makes his way to the door. The
image that flashes through his mind
is a strange one: what if the Villa
has been overrun by hostile forces,
and he is about to be captured like
Laurent Gbagbo or Samuel Doe. But
this is Nigeria, not Ivory Coast or
Liberia, and Nigeria is not at war.
Nigeria is not at war. Nigeria is not
at war. Technically, that might not
be true. Boko Haram is no longer a
terrorist group in that sense, it is
now an army, if what you read is to
be believed. That is another
problem with being President. How
do you know what to believe? You
can’t just jump into your car and
drive off to Maiduguri to seek the
truth. Every movement has to be
choreographed; every step pre-
planned. Those security people are
tyrants. You can’t go here or there,
can’t do this or that. They relish the
hold they have over the C-in-C.
What’s the point of being the most
powerful person in the country if
other people have to make decisions
for you?
The President can’t even keep money
in his own name – other people have
to do it for you. Any one of those
small boys who loiter around his
office probably has more money
underneath his bed than the
President has ever seen in his life.
Without these people, the President
is a snot-nosed little boy crying and
wondering where mummy is. Half of
the things done in the President’s
name, he has no idea. Half of the
statements credited to “the
Presidency” have nothing to do with
him. Most of the money taken in his
name will never come near him.
The President opens the door. It is
the Private Secretary, the Aide de
Camp, and the spokesman. They all
look tired; they went to bed at the
same time but have to wake up well
before the President. Because they
are not the president. That is the
edge he has. People have to at least
pretend to respect him.
The men instantly proceed to do
what they’re paid to do: snatch time
out of his hands. He can hear Time
crying like a baby, as these
marauders drive the rusty dagger of
officialdom into its beating heart.
The spokesman hands him a sheet of
paper on which the day’s news has
been summarised. The President has
a feeling that his people sometimes
strive to protect him from too much
bad news, but the news these days
is so full of badness you can’t
conceal much from anyone. Ah,
here’s some good news: the military
has retaken the town they lost to
Boko Haram. Good news, if true. But
how is a President to know for sure
that these military people and the
journalists are not lying? The
President knows he needs people
who can tell him the truth.
Preferably, those who can do it
without abusing him every time. Not
every time abuse President.
Sometimes, take it easy. The weight
of their name-calling has convinced
even search-engines to believe the
worst about him. Do they know how
painful it is? Do they ever think that
his children might also be on the
Internet reading these things?
The President’s consolation lies in
what some of his “enemies” have
said about him. The Emir said he is
a good man surrounded by bad
people. The Pastor who recently
wanted to become Vice-President
said he is trying his best but that
that best is not good enough. But
he also admitted that Nigeria is a
complicated country. That’s
comforting, somewhat.
Nigeria is a complicated country.
Everybody wants something, and
everybody assumes that their
chances of getting what they want
are tied to their ability to prevent
everyone else from getting what they
want. Does that make sense?
Trapped in the madness is the
President, listening to millions of
opinions, trying to satisfy as many
people as possible.
The President is thinking of a
scheme that will allow government
critics to experience the office of
President for a day, or a week.
Something like what they do in
Lagos, where schoolkids get the
chance to be Governor for a day. Let
them feel the pressure a little. On
such a day, when the reins of
government are left in the hands of
one of those many noisemakers, the
President imagines himself
disappearing to his village in the
creeks, where he will smuggle
himself onto a canoe and just float
gently down the river, pretending he
is just a poor fisherman with nary a
care in the world.
But he can immediately list at least
15 powerful people who will
instantly overrule the idea. And they
can get the security people to write
a thousand-page report on why it
would be a bad idea. And they will
leak the idea to the papers and
everyone will pounce on it and find
their own sinister explanation.
The President realises that managing
his own camp – analysing people’s
motivations, keeping them loyal,
pretending to be in control – is
perhaps even more difficult than
running the goddamn country.
Someone coughs, to jolt the
President out of his reverie. It is the
ADC. Ah, right, where were we? What
am I doing today? The answers
tumble out.
A National Summit on Education and
Security, to be declared open at 10.
(He is going to be late, he knows,
but they will have to wait for him).
Then, it’s back to the office, for
eight courtesy visits and two
presentations of ambassadorial
letters of credence; to eat up the
time until lunch. The entire
afternoon will be expended on visits
from party chieftains and godfathers,
all of who insist they have important
matters to discuss; none of whom a
sitting President can afford to
disdain. (Even the almighty Baba
had to do plenty of begging to get a
second term). At 6pm, he has to
take a call from the White House.
What is he going to tell Obama? At
7pm, there will be a Presidential
Media chat; to provide fresh material
for all who delight in abusing him.
At 8pm, he has to host the
“Transformation Ambassadors” to
dinner. (He should remember to ask
who’s funding them). At 10pm, the
kitchen cabinet will assemble, to
drink and gossip and strategise,
until the early hours.
And then, the President will go to
bed, to dream that Abu Shekau,
chewing-stick-in-mouth, is chasing
him around Eagle Square, while
Nigerians point and laugh.

www.punchng.com/opinion/a-day-in-the-presidents-life/

@ zinofego, i have cleared cache but joomla installation is still not progressing beyond this point ooo... pls help!!!!!

pls apply in person.

@zinofego, joomla did not install on my laptop. it stayed at this point for hours without installing

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Gboliwe: Yes, you did the wrong thing. You acted too fast and silly too. If your boss is having a show down with a fellow staff, you disappear sef, not brazenly come up to tell him he is wrong.

i don't think the OP said a fellow staff, but all of the staff including op himself. he isn't wrong IMO for correcting the boss who was criticising them anyway.

Bau3r: Finally! 1st to comment :PFinally! 1st to comment

go back 2 bed..

Idowuogbo: 30yrs and it no enter? U wonder y? My friend use cutlass na

crap

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collynzo2: You are a fool! Did you read the article at all? Those who actually participated in the beating were charged for murder and were refused bail. These people who got bail were probably spectators. Should they get capital punishment for watching? Foolish illiterate policewoman. No wonder our police force is full of fools.

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This yeye moderators cannot even move this wonderful thread to front page! No surprise, it's not about tonto or naija yeyebrities!