₦airaland Forum

BiafraBushBoy:
Op, your thread is Whack... sorry to say that...!!

Instead on focusing on the negatives, why can't you list the various ways one can be Rich??

There are a million ways to die in the west, But there is only One Way to survive...

Show us the way to be rich and not the way to remain poor...

Haven't u heard of satire? or at least sarcasm? haha

guy, u might not actually b small. what's your size, to start with?

Good morning peeps. please what kind of investment can one make with 200k, to make passive income? Your advice would be highly appreciated. Thank you.

WOW! Never knew she was that old. She looks way younger. HBD Dr Iweala

cruzita:
I love them gentle but should be able to protect ME when the need arises

LOL. protect u? Is he God? His muscles ain't meant for street-fighting ,babe, un?

cruzita:
I love them gentle but should be able to protect ME when the need arises

LOL. protect u? Is he God?

Sunofgod:
Just came to check name.....not surprised,

it shows you didn't read the story. several other examples were sited that also involved igbos and other tribes. stop being tribalistic. nobody ever had a chance to choose his tribe.

showgolee:
Yoruba no de nollywood again, abi dem no dey act

Wives on strike and Dry are good tho

Must you always be tribalistic? In fact check well, most of the cast in the movies mentioned are Yoruba.

agulion:
my Igbo brothers knew this since the time of Abraham

Haha, chief, must u tribalise everything? The richest man in Nigeria is a Hausa man, the second richest is a Yoruba man , adenuga, the third richest is also a Yoruba man, otedola. The richest woman in Nigeria and probably in Africa is a Yoruba woman, alakija. It's not only igbos that are enterprising, others are, and they probably work smarter, not necessarily harder.

Hello peeps, I know next to nothing about computers. Pls, what are the important features to look out for when purchasing a laptop? kindly explain the concept of each feature and why it is important . Thank you

It's obvious this was written by a foreign nurse. There is no undertone of bitterness against doctors, as opposed to the one that could av been written by a Nigerian nurse. Nice write up.

impartialspec:
Superstition at it's peak. Never knew doctors can stoop so low.

Get your facts right. Those protesting are not doctors. It is the entire workforce of the hospital, mainly the administrative staff members. I'm in Ekiti right now, so I know.

My imaginations are running wild. I'm having vivid dreams, or rather, vivid nightmares with eyes wide open. The gloom in the clouds is condensing into rivulets of uncertainty, of despair.

It's a moment when death defeated the essence of life. it's a moment when all worldly pleasures have lost their spice. it's a moment when our morale is at its lowest ebb , if any ebb at all. it's a moment when death was at its indiscriminate best: sparing the wicked , taking the good;leaving the uncouth, striking the meek. Death was crazy!

Far from the theatrics and tradition of praising the dead, Dr Olajide Olayiwola was a great man, and probably more than that. His personality was a perfect cocktail of intelligence, courage, humility and finesse - a unanimous verdict by everybody that had met him- He was of a rare ilk.

He demonstrated the precepts and the very act of leadership: He was ever-smiling but very firm. He was extremely logical, but accommodated opposing views no matter how obnoxious. He left indelible trails of impacts in his wake. He was vibrant and full of life, a life that was agonisingly cut short in its prime!

Dr Olajide, you were the face and the definition of our collective struggle. A struggle you selflessly propagated without compromise. you carried us all along, but not in your struggle against death. We wish we were there to snatch you away from the claws of death. We wish we were there to reverse ur morbid fate, as you groaned and writhe in your own pool of blood. But alas, death had a field day, and you gasped and lapsed into the great beyond.

It's indeed your sad end, but your footprints surely remain indelible. Adieu Mr President.

Dr Oladapo Victor, EKSUTH

very possible

This guy has always been in arsenal's youth team. he is just signing his first professional contract with the club. he has always been an arsenal player.

This face is still camera-enhanced.

FvckeDyoBiTch:
Shes either a Kleptomaniac or a very retarded_ thief.

By the way, I think it's wrong to beat Thieves and stripping them naked that's just barbaric and to think that it happens in one of the shining institutions of Nigeria...ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING

well, the other option in ife is to b handed over to the school authority and get rusticated. The student union prefers to handle it their own way, to prevent the school authority from doing such.

Every mum is a historian of some sorts, including mine. Mum's account of the stories related to my birth and early childhood is often so lucid that it already carved a pictorial embossment on my memory - no thanks to her opportunistic repetitions. Ordinarily, I, like every other person, am not able to delineate when exactly my memory got awakened from it developmental lull, to be able to register every event related to me.

Prior to this time of 'memory awakening', I definitely lived my infantile life virtually oblivious of everything around me. I could have been pampered, I don't know. I could have been manipulated, I don't know. And It would have been a blank page in the history of my life, but my mum ensured a continuum, as her succinct account filled in the gap.

Well, I grew up to know my mum as the woman that went through the excruciating pains of labour to extricate me from her uterine confinement, after about 10 months of gravidity. I don't know when I sucked and nibbled at her breasts, but I was told I gluttonously did that for more than one year. Could she be lying? I think I believe her. After all, she and my dad have the monopoly of that story!

And my siblings, I discovered I 'co-owned' the same parents with them. I'm not sure when that partnership deal was sealed, because I can't remember haven seen their faces before in heaven, where I purportedly came from!

Oh my, my siblings could be so loving at times, and at other times, I wished I could 'exchange' them for 'better' siblings. I later grew up to know that they were supposed to be 'permanent' and I learnt to enjoy the good moments with them, love them -just as they love me- and also tolerate their excesses. After all, just like I never had to choose my parents, I had to accept my siblings as well. Nobody ever gave me a chance to choose. Could I have chosen better? I don't know.

There got to a point in my life where I could understand what everybody around me was saying, just as I could express myself. The consequence of this was that I had to run tiresome errands for my parents and older siblings. Those were some of the times I wish I could 'exchange' them! But again, I had no choice.

Did I say I understood what everybody was saying? Well, everybody but two.

Those two were our neighbours. In my childish mindedness, I was initially confused. Why couldn't I understand those two? Try as I may, I couldn't just make sense of whatever they were saying, especially when some 'strange' people came around to visit them and they seemed to speak similarly. Funny enough, the two neighbours lived in separate apartments and they 'sounded' differently when they spoke. That made me even more confused.

As I grew in age and thankfully, knowledge, I also met people outside our neighbourhood who I couldn't understand their..........now I knew I they called it LANGUAGE. Naturally, I got to understand that they were from different tribes. In other words, another groups of people different my own group, who spoke different languages. Interesting!

So again, nobody gave me a chance to choose my own tribe.

When I asked my dad if he was the one that chose our tribe, he burst into a tearful guffaw. After which he told me NOBODY HAS A CHANCE TO CHOOSE WHERE OR SHE COMES FROM. He was the one that later told me that those two neighbours, who had left our neighbourhood by then, were from different tribes namely, Urhobo and Tiv.

That statement stuck with me: nobody has a chance to choose where he comes from. I never had a chance to choose my gender, my parents, my siblings and now my tribe. And by extension, my country. It means I could have been female, come from the tiv tribe or been a Liberian. Right? Life has indeed left us with few but still very many choices.

May be if everybody had a chance to choose, I would have been justified to challenge my erstwhile neighbours on why they chose to be Urhobo and tiv. May be if we all had a chance to choose, I would have the moral licence to abuse and villify other tribes with gusto, and in extreme cases, shed their blood on the platter tribalism and sectionalism. May be, just may be. But of course, just like me, they had no such chances!

But while depriving me of many chances, life has also bestowed me with several choices. Chief among them is the choice and the chance to realise that I have a common denominator with every other person from another tribe. And that denominator is that we are all human beings, irrespective of the tribe. After all, I could have come from that tribe I hate with so much passion. Would I defect? No, it's not a political party!

But as an adult, I think am more confused now than I was in my childhood. I am Confused at the disposition of many people, many of them educated, who go about promoting tribal bigotry and sectional hate campaigns, even sponsoring the killings of other tribes men on the platter of tribal jingoism.

I weep for these shallow minds.

I need to ask myself this simple question-before I treat that man from another tribe with utter disdain; before I accord him the punishment of the alleged 'sins' of his long-dead tribes men; before I come on social media to unduly defend my tribes men when they err and downplay the achievements of others from different tribes and ultimately, before I put his neck to my sword- DID I HAVE A CHANCE TO CHOOSE?


If my answer is yes, then i want to be a tribal bigot, and a ruthless sectional jingoist!

NB: Even in an instance where we have a choice, there is no reason whatsoever to condemn others for their innocuous choices. The hallmark of humanity is mutual tolerance. Anything less is subhuman and animalistic.

MotorConnectz:
I don't mean to sound tribalistic, but they are mostly Igbo tribes! We have the flare and talent in acting

Lol....most are Yoruba and some others south southerners. It's not everybody from d south that is igbo

Going by all the comments I have read, 99% didn't read the content. We are all Nigerian policemen by nature! little or no evidence, we jump into conclusion.

This man is smart. I wonder why nobody is talking about him owning civil servants 4 months salary.

Every mum is a historian of some sorts, including mine. Mum's account of the stories related to my birth and early childhood is often so lucid that it already carved a pictorial embossment on my memory - no thanks to her opportunistic repetitions. Ordinarily, I, like every other person, am not able to delineate when exactly my memory got awakened from it developmental lull, to be able to register every event related to me.

Prior to this time of 'memory awakening', I definitely lived my infantile life virtually oblivious of everything around me. I could have been pampered, I don't know. I could have been manipulated, I don't know. And It would have been a blank page in the history of my life, but my mum ensured a continuum, as her succinct account filled in the gap.

Well, I grew up to know my mum as the woman that went through the excruciating pains of labour to extricate me from her uterine confinement, after about 10 months of gravidity. I don't know when I sucked and nibbled at her breasts, but I was told I gluttonously did that for more than one year. Could she be lying? I think I believe her. After all, she and my dad have the monopoly of that story!

And my siblings, I discovered I 'co-owned' the same parents with them. I'm not sure when that partnership deal was sealed, because I can't remember haven seen their faces before in heaven, where I purportedly came from!

Oh my, my siblings could be so loving at times, and at other times, I wished I could 'exchange' them for 'better' siblings. I later grew up to know that they were supposed to be 'permanent' and I learnt to enjoy the good moments with them, love them -just as they love me- and also tolerate their excesses. After all, just like I never had to choose my parents, I had to accept my siblings as well. Nobody ever gave me a chance to choose. Could I have chosen better? I don't know.

There got to a point in my life where I could understand what everybody around me was saying, just as I could express myself. The consequence of this was that I had to run tiresome errands for my parents and older siblings. Those were some of the times I wish I could 'exchange' them! But again, I had no choice.

Did I say I understood what everybody was saying? Well, everybody but two.

Those two were our neighbours. In my childish mindedness, I was initially confused. Why couldn't I understand those two? Try as I may, I couldn't just make sense of whatever they were saying, especially when some 'strange' people came around to visit them and they seemed to speak similarly. Funny enough, the two neighbours lived in separate apartments and they 'sounded' differently when they spoke. That made me even more confused.

As I grew in age and thankfully, knowledge, I also met people outside our neighbourhood who I couldn't understand their..........now I knew I they called it LANGUAGE. Naturally, I got to understand that they were from different tribes. In other words, another groups of people different my own group, who spoke different languages. Interesting!

So again, nobody gave me a chance to choose my own tribe.

When I asked my dad if he was the one that chose our tribe, he burst into a tearful guffaw. After which he told me NOBODY HAS A CHANCE TO CHOOSE WHERE OR SHE COMES FROM. He was the one that later told me that those two neighbours, who had left our neighbourhood by then, were from different tribes namely, Urhobo and Tiv.

That statement stuck with me: nobody has a chance to choose where he comes from. I never had a chance to choose my gender, my parents, my siblings and now my tribe. And by extension, my country. It means I could have been female, come from the tiv tribe or been a Liberian. Right? Life has indeed left us with few but still very many choices.

May be if everybody had a chance to choose, I would have been justified to challenge my erstwhile neighbours on why they chose to be Urhobo and tiv. May be if we all had a chance to choose, I would have the moral licence to abuse and villify other tribes with gusto, and in extreme cases, shed their blood on the platter tribalism and sectionalism. May be, just may be. But of course, just like me, they had no such chances!

But while depriving me of many chances, life has also bestowed me with several choices. Chief among them is the choice and the chance to realise that I have a common denominator with every other person from another tribe. And that denominator is that we are all human beings, irrespective of the tribe. After all, I could have come from that tribe I hate with so much passion. Would I defect? No, it's not a political party!

But as an adult, I think am more confused now than I was in my childhood. I am Confused at the disposition of many people, many of them educated, who go about promoting tribal bigotry and sectional hate campaigns, even sponsoring the killings of other tribes men on the platter of tribal jingoism.

I weep for these shallow minds.

I need to ask myself this simple question-before I treat that man from another tribe with utter disdain; before I accord him the punishment of the alleged 'sins' of his long-dead tribes men; before I come on social media to unduly defend my tribes men when they err and downplay the achievements of others from different tribes and ultimately, before I put his neck to my sword- DID I HAVE A CHANCE TO CHOOSE?


If my answer is yes, then i want to be a tribal bigot, and a ruthless sectional jingoist!

NB: Even in an instance where we have a choice, there is no reason whatsoever to condemn others for their innocuous choices. The hallmark of humanity is mutual tolerance. Anything less is subhuman and animalistic.

Mcbussy:
A is just so pretty...she'd look as stunning if she had d complexion of B. I don't think dsame applies to B. Many fair naija girls would look ugly if they were dark.

So for me, if she's dark and she's beautiful, then she's earned my respect.

Should anyone command respect for being beautiful/handsome? Something not of your own doing?

Lol. But being a prayer warrior or an usher is not a full time job. They should also have their own jobs. The church is not responsible for their poverty

Every mum is a historian of some sorts, including mine. Mum's account of the stories related to my birth and early childhood is often so lucid that it already carved a pictorial embossment on my memory - no thanks to her opportunistic repetitions. Ordinarily, I, like every other person, am not able to delineate when exactly my memory got awakened from it developmental lull, to be able to register every event related to me.

Prior to this time of 'memory awakening', I definitely lived my infantile life virtually oblivious of everything around me. I could have been pampered, I don't know. I could have been manipulated, I don't know. And It would have been a blank page in the history of my life, but my mum ensured a continuum, as her succinct account filled in the gap.

Well, I grew up to know my mum as the woman that went through the excruciating pains of labour to extricate me from her uterine confinement, after about 10 months of gravidity. I don't know when I sucked and nibbled at her breasts, but I was told I gluttonously did that for more than one year. Could she be lying? I think I believe her. After all, she and my dad have the monopoly of that story!

And my siblings, I discovered I 'co-owned' the same parents with them. Am not sure when that partnership deal was sealed, because I can't remember haven seen their faces before in heaven, where I purportedly came from!

Oh my, my siblings could be so loving at times, and at other times, I wished I could 'exchange' them for 'better' siblings. I later grew up to know that they were supposed to be 'permanent' and I learnt to enjoy the good moments with them, love them -just as they love me- and also tolerate their excesses. After all, just like I never had to choose my parents, I had to accept my siblings as well. Nobody ever gave me a chance to choose. Could I have chosen better? I don't know.

There got to a point in my life where I could understand what everybody around me was saying, just as I could express myself. The consequence of this was that I had to run tiresome errands for my parents and older siblings. Those were some of the times I wish I could 'exchange' them! But again, I had no choice.

Did I say I understood what everybody was saying? Well, everybody but two.

Those two were our neighbours. In my childish mindedness, I was initially confused. Why couldn't I understand those two? Try as I may, I couldn't just make sense of whatever they were saying, especially when some 'strange' people came around to visit them and they seemed to speak similarly. Funny enough, the two neighbours lived in separate apartments and they 'sounded' differently when they spoke. That made me even more confused.

As I grew in age and thankfully, knowledge, I also met people outside our neighbourhood who I couldn't understand their..........now I knew I they called it LANGUAGE. Naturally, I got to understand that they were from different tribes. In other words, another groups of people different my own group, who spoke different languages. Interesting!

So again, nobody gave me a chance to choose my own tribe.

When I asked my dad if he was the one that chose our tribe, he burst into a tearful guffaw. After which he told me NOBODY HAS A CHANCE TO CHOOSE WHERE OR SHE COMES FROM. He was the one that later told me that those two neighbours, who had left our neighbourhood by then, were from different tribes namely, Urhobo and Tiv.

That statement stuck with me: nobody has a chance to choose where he comes from. I never had a chance to choose my gender, my parents, my siblings and now my tribe. And by extension, my country. It means I could have been female, come from the tiv tribe or been a Liberian. Right? Life has indeed left us with few but still very many choices.

May be if everybody had a chance to choose, I would have been justified to challenge my erstwhile neighbours on why they chose to be Urhobo and tiv. May be if we all had a chance to choose, I would have the moral licence to abuse and villify other tribes with gusto, and in extreme cases, shed their blood on the platter tribalism and sectionalism. May be, just may be. But of course, just like me, they had no such chances!

But while depriving me of many chances, life has also bestowed me with several choices. Chief among them is the choice and the chance to realise that I have a common denominator with every other person from another tribe. And that denominator is that we are all human beings, irrespective of the tribe. After all, I could have come from that tribe I hate with so much passion. Would I defect? No, it's not a political party!

But as an adult, I think am more confused now than I was in my childhood. I am Confused at the disposition of many people, many of them educated, who go about promoting tribal bigotry and sectional hate campaigns, even sponsoring the killings of other tribes men on the platter of tribal jingoism.

I weep for these shallow minds.

I need to ask myself this simple question-before I treat that man from another tribe with utter disdain; before I accord him the punishment of the alleged 'sins' of his long-dead tribes men; before I come on social media to unduly defend my tribes men when they err and downplay the achievements of others from different tribes and ultimately, before I put his neck to my sword- DID I HAVE A CHANCE TO CHOOSE?


If my answer is yes, then I have some 'morbid rationale' to be a tribal bigot.

NB: Even in an instance where we have a choice, there is no reason whatsoever to condemn others for their innocuous choices. The hallmark of humanity is mutual tolerance. Anything less is subhuman and animalistic.

omoharry:
seriously my sister..that is how they are..in a relatioship they will blackmail the lady for them to have thier way,if she does not want to be intimate with them.A man will tell the whole word that the woman does not love him bla bla bla just becos she refuse to get down with him..we dey see them for naira;and every time...such terrible men we have in this country.

This was how my sister's friends lost her 7 months old relationship just becos she stood to her gun never to have sex with with her then boy friend before marriage..na so the man vex..talk sey she does not have feelings for him nor does she love him.just like that..this our men, i just dont understand them anymore, they use to be matured, kind, caring and have respect for women but now what we have on our hand is highly irritating and appauling.They are getting worse by the day...so many grown up baby boys that grew up way too fast..thinking they are men but do not even know what life is all about..Just look at this over gown baby coming here to spill out this rubbish...this is the kind of over grown baby man that will sleep with his girfriend or wife and spill everything out to his friends.
How can He call himself a 20 somthings years old doctor ( the op is definately not a product of Goverment University. they dont talk like this..) and have this kind of mindset...how can he stereotype all women as bitches...and call himself a saint...maybe he should relocate to the Arab countries; i m sure he can get some sanity there if he is fed up with all the all Nigerian women including his sister.

I'm a product of Great Ife.

midehi2:
yea but not to the extent of bride-price


my question is 'do the ladies screw themselves?

if you are innocent of this, then many men out there are guilty of taking advantage of innocent & poor girls, i still maintain, let them zip up or stick to only one woman,then there will be bad market for the lazy women; and have no option than to work/hardworking.


i know of a girl, graduate, beautiful, talented but lazy, she prefer jumping from one car to another; and these spoilt men pay her real good, is that a life; no cos she will regret every part of her body later in life....these men should focus on their homes alone and let every beautiful girl out there be hardworking

See, the crown of a woman is her chastity. Even the men in the holy books run after women. It is the duty of a woman to exercise discipline. There is no ashewo man o, only ashewo woman. That is our world for you.

midehi2:
this same guys patronizes pro and comes out here washing them down, ask them if they can help a pro out there so she can have a better living; no way, instead they will want a return of sex for just a mere gift ...mtcheeew


hi, longest time

Lol, I have never patronised one before, and I would never. Did u just say a return of sex for a favour?I Have never even slept with anyone before and that's not because I'm too young or too poor or too ugly. I'm a medical doctor in my 20s with a well-paying job. My point is simply that the trend of sexual recklessness is becoming alarming, and in my opinion is detrimental to our society and the future of our children. This is just my own of way discouraging it.

Let me start by saying I have a number of female friends -platonic friendship, I mean - with different shapes and shades. Some I grew up together with, while others, I met through different avenues like the media, school et all - just like every other guy out there. As mature ladies, almost all of them have had their 'fair' share of relationships with different experiences that, if only they could add it to their CVs, would qualify them as 'veterans' on the 'job'.

From what I have seen, and from what they have told me, many guys have dumped them, and they have dumped many guys. A number of them have had up to 10 boyfriends/sexual partners, some have had much less or much more. Virtually all are in their early 20s.

The very bold ones among them have described their sexual experiences which sometimes include oral (cunnilingus and MouthAction) and even anal sex. Some have even had to terminate one or two pregnancies for guys who later dumped them or or in some cases, who they later dumped.
Yours truly, each time they tell me this, my body recoils in disgust. I wish I could help it. But oftentimes I can't but begin to imagine the sexual act: how the guy handles her the way he pleases, insert his hand-no matter how filthy- into even the most intimate place in her body , twists and turns her to mimic a dog, a monkey etc ,while she moans away..............

And this is not 1 guy, not 2 and sometimes, not 10!

From what I have seen, It seems to me my friends (the girls) are always 'on heat'. Because as soon as a guy dumps them, they jump at another, and the 'sexual circuit' is never broken.
The funny thing is, my friends have not done anything unusual , because that is what most girls do these days. It has become a norm, not an exception!

Well, Its a modern world-at least , that is what they say- and I seem to be outdated in the way I feel about them. But I think they would also agree with me that we should forgo the ERA OF BRIDE PRICE, because they don't deserve it!

Why do I have to pay for what some guys have had for free?!Why do I have to pay over a girl whose private parts still drip of the semen of other guys?! No tell me, why do I have to pay over a girl who has carried and aborted pregnancies for some other guys who had her with little or nothing?!

Fine, I know a woman has much more to offer than sex in marriage. But she has definitely reduced her value with those sexual escapades. All a man lives for is EGO and self esteem. She has denied me that EGO and pride over her, at least, not when many other guys out there know the exact locations of the scars and birth marks in her private parts............and of course her 'ringtones'!

Every mum is a historian of some sorts, including mine. Mum's account of the stories related to my birth and early childhood is often so lucid that it already carved a pictorial embossment on my memory - no thanks to her opportunistic repetitions. Ordinarily, I, like every other person, am not able to delineate when exactly my memory got awakened from it developmental lull, to be able to register every event related to me.

Prior to this time of 'memory awakening', I definitely lived my infantile life virtually oblivious of everything around me. I could have been pampered, I don't know. I could have been manipulated, I don't know. And It would have been a blank page in the history of my life, but my mum ensured a continuum, as her succinct account filled in the gap.

Well, I grew up to know my mum as the woman that went through the excruciating pains of labour to extricate me from her uterine confinement, after about 10 months of gravidity. I don't know when I sucked and nibbled at her breasts, but I was told I gluttonously did that for more than one year. Could she be lying? I think I believe her. After all, she and my dad have the monopoly of that story!

And my siblings, I discovered I 'co-owned' the same parents with them. I'm not sure when that partnership deal was sealed, because I can't remember haven seen their faces before in heaven, where I purportedly came from!

Oh my! my siblings could be so loving at times, and at other times, I wished I could 'exchange' them for 'better' siblings. I later grew up to know that they were supposed to be 'permanent' and I learnt to enjoy the good moments with them, love them -just as they love me- and also tolerate their excesses. After all, just like I never had to choose my parents, I had to accept my siblings as well. Nobody ever gave me a chance to choose. Could I have chosen better? I don't know.

There got to a point in my life where I could understand what everybody around me was saying, just as I could express myself. The consequence of this was that I had to run tiresome errands for my parents and older siblings. Those were some of the times I wish I could 'exchange' them! But again, I had no choice.

Did I say I understood what everybody was saying? Well, everybody but two.

Those two were our neighbours. In my childish mindedness, I was initially confused. Why couldn't I understand those two? Try as I may, I couldn't just make sense of whatever they were saying, especially when some 'strange' people came around to visit them and they seemed to speak similarly. Funny enough, the two neighbours lived in separate apartments and they 'sounded' differently when they spoke. That made me even more confused.

As I grew in age and thankfully, knowledge, I also met people outside our neighbourhood who I couldn't understand their..........now I knew I they called it LANGUAGE. Naturally, I got to understand that they were from different tribes. In other words, another groups of people different my own group, who spoke different languages. Interesting!

So again, nobody gave me a chance to choose my own tribe.

When I asked my dad if he was the one that chose our tribe, he burst into a tearful guffaw. After which he told me NOBODY HAS A CHANCE TO CHOOSE WHERE OR SHE COMES FROM. He was the one that later told me that those two neighbours, who had left our neighbourhood by then, were from different tribes namely, Urhobo and Tiv.

That statement stuck with me: nobody has a chance to choose where he comes from. I never had a chance to choose my gender, my parents, my siblings and now my tribe. And by extension, my country. It means I could have been female, come from the tiv tribe or been a Liberian. Right? Life has indeed left us with few but still very many choices.

May be if everybody had a chance to choose, I would have been justified to challenge my erstwhile neighbours on why they chose to be Urhobo and tiv. May be if we all had a chance to choose, I would have the moral licence to abuse and villify other tribes with gusto, and in extreme cases, shed their blood on the platter tribalism and sectionalism. May be, just may be. But of course, just like me, they had no such chances!

But while depriving me of many chances, life has also bestowed me with several choices. Chief among them is the choice and the chance to realise that I have a common denominator with every other person from another tribe. And that denominator is that we are all human beings, irrespective of the tribe. After all, I could have come from that tribe I hate with so much passion. Would I defect? No, it's not a political party!

But as an adult, I think am more confused now than I was in my childhood. I am Confused at the disposition of many people, many of them educated, who go about promoting tribal bigotry and sectional hate campaigns, even sponsoring the killings of other tribes men on the platter of tribal jingoism.

I weep for these shallow minds.

I need to ask myself this simple question-before I treat that man from another tribe with utter disdain; before I accord him the punishment of the alleged 'sins' of his long-dead tribes men; before I come on social media to unduly defend my tribes men when they err and downplay the achievements of others from different tribes and ultimately, before I put his neck to my sword- DID I HAVE A CHANCE TO CHOOSE?


If my answer is yes, then I have some 'morbid rationale' to be a tribal bigot.

NB: Even in an instance where we have a choice, there is no reason whatsoever to condemn others for their innocuous choices. The hallmark of humanity is mutual tolerance. Anything less is subhuman and animalistic.

What baffles me is how some people derive pleasure in breaking other people's homes all in the name of blogging or making money. It's just unfair! Say no to cheap and callous journalism. whether oshiomole is old or not is nobody's business. Achieve, make money, succeed like him and marry a beautiful young woman too. If he's ugly, did he create himself? people that are handsome, what have they achieved? It's just that some people can be shallow in their thinking .

kingofchess:
I am ready and capable 2 marry jenny.....pls who have her phone number?

'.......who have her phone number' .....your English is enough to put her off. It is well with you.