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Literature / Re: CHRISTMAS SPECIAL -- Drop your Stories by Farinaija(f): 10:38pm On Dec 18, 2013
I really dont have any peculiar christmas stories o.
All my christmas celebrations are always annoying cause of the kinda people i hav around, sometimes i even wish to stay back in school you know.
But u were talking about rumours earlier Attai.
Have u heard d one dat they said ehmm one shouldnt stand at the doorways in the evening or else evil spirit will konji you.
Rumour 7 ehen that if u sweep ur house in d night, you are,sweeping ur future children.
..... typing continues
Politics / Re: A Wake Up Call To Nigerian Elites by Farinaija(f): 11:19am On Nov 21, 2013
The sacrifices can be simple or hard. From supporting initiatives you believe in to actively engaging in the political process – funding, holding officials to account; complaining and not ignoring shortcomings in service delivery; telling off government officials instead of lobbying for contracts. Sacrificing your time and not buying your way through processes and challenges. We should be vocal and take different arms of government, including the judiciary, at the federal, state and local levels to task. When someone you know dies from neglect, you have to be willing to demand accountability from institutions and individuals not just say “God knows best”. Yes, we’ll all die, but we need to curb these needless deaths!

I believe I deserve better. Do you? And if you do, what are you willing to do about it?

(For Olukemi, Ese and the hundreds of thousands who have died or who have lost loved ones because Nigeria is dysfunctional.)

- Ms. Adamolekun is the National Coordinator of Enough is Enough Nigeria.

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Politics / Re: A Wake Up Call To Nigerian Elites by Farinaija(f): 11:18am On Nov 21, 2013
Over the course of this year alone, Sullivan Chime, Bola Tinubu, Timipre Sylva, Rochas Okorocha, Liyel Imoke, Alhaji Balarabe Musa, wounded Nigerian soldiers, Danbaba Suntai (Governor of Taraba) and three subsidy marketers being investigated for fraud have all travelled out of the country for medical care. Nigerians travel to India, Germany, England, Dubai, the US and many other countries to get medical care that was available in Nigeria 20 years ago. Mrs. Josephine Okoye, mother of popular music duo P-Square, died in India last year. The medical tourism industry is conservatively estimated at N250bn naira (approximately 1 billion pounds) annually. That’s almost twice the budget of the National Assembly that’s leaving Nigeria.

There’s at least one person you know who you are sure beyond a reasonable doubt died because our system is dysfunctional. They either had the money and it was too late to travel or they couldn’t afford to travel. Again, senseless and unnecessary deaths. We’ve lost Josephine, Ehime, Tosin and Deji. Which one of us is next? This is not about government, this is about us; each and every one of us. It’s about the loss of our humanity and the paralysis that has overcome us that prevent us from getting involved. I strongly believe in the theory of six degrees of separation – there are only six people between you and any one you are trying to reach. We all know someone who knows someone who knows someone who is in government, but we need to begin to hold them accountable! Beyond this, we also need to get involved ourselves; get our hands dirty. But those who come to equity must come with clean hands. Are we ready for the sacrifices? Are we ready for the discomfort? Because if we are not, we all just need to shut up and deal with it! Accept that planes will continue to drop; cars will continue to crash; patients in hospitals will continue to die; our children will have to go outside of the country to maximise their potential and NO ONE will be held accountable for any of this! As our loved ones continue to die for absolutely no reason, we’ll continue to gather together, pray and say “God knows best”; sing and praise; cry, bury and move on … until the next death.

As long as we are ready to play that game, then let us stop complaining about what Nigeria has become because we are ALL responsible for the rot in the system – moral decay; impunity and a complete lack of respect for human lives and law and order – every single one of us, especially you – Nigeria’s educated elite. We know and understand; but we choose daily this Nigeria that we have – an addiction of some sort – this Nigeria that continues to stifle the best of the best. Unless we are ready to make the changes that are required, then this is the Nigeria we’ll bequeath to our children, much worse than we met it.

Yes, there are pockets of excellence and despite these challenges, some of us do manage to succeed – innovating and excelling. But the numbers are TOO SMALL!!! Furthermore, there’s no reason for it. We deserve better, we can do better and we can truly be the Giant of Africa.

I believe I deserve better. Do you? And if you do, what are you willing to do about it?
Politics / A Wake Up Call To Nigerian Elites by Farinaija(f): 11:18am On Nov 21, 2013
Farewell ceremonies ended last Thursday for another one of us. Deji Falae was the son of a former Minister of Finance, Secretary to the Federal Government and Presidential Aspirant. He got actively involved in Ondo State politics in 2009 and his final role was as the state’s Commissioner for Culture & Tourism. He was happily married with three children.

Deji died on October 3 on the Associated Airlines flight that crashed shortly after take-off in Lagos. A lot has been said about the state of the airline and the aircraft, but what is clear is that Deji’s death was probably needless; unnecessary; avoidable. He didn’t like to fly domestically and travelled by road commuting between Akure and Lagos. He went by road to his meetings in Abuja. This time, he was on official duty to accompany the body of the late Governor of Ondo State, Olusegun Agagu, to Akure for his funeral.

In the Dana Airline crash last year, we lost Ehime Aikhomu, Innocent Okoye, Tosin Anibaba (nee Odujirin), Dunni Doherty, and Ayoola Somolu to name a few. Before then, we had lost Olukemi, who was shot by car jackers in Ibadan and the closest hospital had no blood, oxygen or ambulance. We had also lost Imole. He was involved in a car crash in Igbinedion University, Okada, and the school didn’t have a functional ambulance. He was taken to the hospital in a taxi – lost time, lost blood, went into coma, and then died. After Dana, we’ve lost Adeola Randolph who died from an asthma attack because the nearest hospital didn’t have oxygen. It was said the first hospital Agagu was taken to in Yaba was unable to stabilise him. He died enroute St. Nicholas Hospital, Ikoyi. And, just last week, Prof. Festus Iyayi died in an accident involving the Kogi State Governor’s convoy.

Sons and daughters; fathers and mothers; cousins, nieces and nephews; friends, peers and colleagues – die daily because we refuse to get involved in the system that shapes our very existence. Instead, we are concerned about our ability to give birth to our children abroad; get them into the best schools outside the country and make obscene amounts of money from the same inefficient system to sustain this lifestyle. We are consumed by our ability to stay relevant with the requisite toys (cars, homes and trips to exotic lands) in a system that has no value for human life. We’ve turned being able to send our children abroad into a status symbol forgetting that there was a time in Nigeria where students went abroad because they couldn’t get into Nigerian universities. It is NOT a thing of pride that you can’t stay in Nigeria for more than six weeks and you have to “get out for civilisation”. It’s madness!

However, we forget that as long as we are within the shores of this great nation of ours, our financial resources and our connections can become so worthless. If you have an accident on the Abuja – Lokoja Road, the Third Mainland Bridge or the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway today, if there’s no ambulance with the necessary equipment to stabilise you and get you to a functional hospital, you WILL die. That you could have afforded an air ambulance to get you to the best doctor in Germany, the US or anywhere in the world becomes irrelevant. Yet, we keep thinking we are immune to the madness that engulfs the land. A dysfunctional system makes no exceptions. It respects no one. Why have we not learnt this?

Mrs. Goodluck Jonathan’s mum was in Germany earlier this year for a medical checkup. She died a few months later in a car accident on a bad road in Port Harcourt. Ironically, the same road that killed her was then repaired for her funeral.
Literature / Re: Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 2:00pm On Nov 16, 2013
Wizdray: so, where is it?
done!
Literature / Re: Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 1:56pm On Nov 16, 2013
FREAKY FRIDAY2
I managed to get up and sit upright, i rested my back on the wall and looked around,
then i realized that the two ladies beside me were not Halima and Nafida.
I tapped the both of them and they woke up asking same question i asked "where is this?" "i dont know too" i replied, "i only remember entering a taxi with my frends and i cant see any of them".

The room was quiet for a while, except for some screechy sounds here and there. "My name is Ann Figy and thats my sister Maria, we just came for a vacation and we ended up here" one of the girls said, interrupting the silence.
We exchanged pleasantries and discussed life in general, almost forgeting our present predicament.
Though deep within me i kept wondering where they had taken Halima and Nafida to.

***
The door flung open and huge figure stood before us, with some four other men of which one is the driver that picked us.
The huge guy walked towards me gave a big grin and ordered the men to come in and take us away, which they did with ease
infact i felt like a vegetable when one of the men carried me.
They dropped us in the back of a van that was packed in front of the building where they kept us, the van looked like a millitary van.
The place was a very large forest, with tall trees and grasses too.
We all got into the van and it took off, with the driver and two in front and the other two behind with us.

********
The driver stopped the van after about a 45minutes drive.
I thought we had gotten to our destination but i was wrong.
The two guys behind dropped
"The vulture must continue his journey" one of the men said
"not when i d great thunder is alive" another voice responded.
At this point we were curious, Ann looked at me, i looked at Maria and we all shrugged.
What must be going on out there? I thought
Boom!!Boom!!! was the next thing we had, sounded like gun.
So i gathered courage and raised the thick leathery material that covered our van to have a view of what was happening.
Our kidnappers had been attacked by another group for reasons i dont know.
They seemed to have some serious issues going on.
So i turned to Ann n Maria and told them what i had seen.
"This is a chance to escape" Anna said. She seemed bold and unpertubed about the situation.
"Escape" I and Maria chorused.
"But how about my friends?" i asked selfishly
"Let God handle that" Anna replied "This might be our only chance to escape girls".
So we agreed with her and started devising ways to quietly get off the van.
Ann went to the entrance of the van looked around and signaled for us to come out, we had removed our shoes and packed up our hair so we jumped out of the van.
Now our journey through this 'evil forest' begins
We tiptoed away from the van until it was out of sight, then we took to our heels.
Mehn!!!! i ran like a cheetah, i dont know where the strenght came from but i ran so fast.
We had gone far into the forest and i believe our abductors should be looking for us by now.

*****
"Farid!!! Farida!!!"
my name echoed round the forest, though it was faint but it sounded like Halima's voice, my heartbeat increased.
Were they anywhere around the forest?
Had they escaped from their abductors too?
Literature / Re: Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 3:52pm On Nov 15, 2013
Wizdray: This gonna be interesting. Keep it coming
Sure Wizzy will post the second part Asap. Thank you
Literature / Re: Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 3:51pm On Nov 15, 2013
Cykik: 2daful. I luv it
am glad u do.thk yu
Literature / Re: Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 3:50pm On Nov 15, 2013
Haybeeb: this is lovely... #keep it coming.. #.. smileythis is lovely... #keep it coming.. #..
yes sir!
Literature / Re: Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 3:49pm On Nov 15, 2013
Yemlizzy: Could not have been more glued to anything,nice one!

Thanks dear
Literature / Freaky Friday (My first Nairaland Story) by Farinaija(f): 1:43pm On Nov 15, 2013
It was a cold friday morning,Halima had woken us up with loud humming sounds from her vocal exercise.
It was the 'd-day' of the event, 'a charlenes music talent show'
I managed to get up from bed and then headed straight to the kitchen - I slept hungry cause we had a rigorous rehearsal the previous day - I cooked indomie and egg (as it was the easiest thing i could prepare that morning).
I went back to the room and found Nafida still turning on bed "ba kin tashi ba?" i asked in hausa meaning "wont you wake up?" she barely responded to me though so i continued munching my indomie while Halima was busy with her vocal exercise (annoying girl). she is too serious with things, well, good for her.

Halima, Nafida and I stay together in an apartment we rented when we came to school newly, we met ourselves during school registration and we did most of our registration rigours together.
Halima comes from a humble and average background, she is more of a choleric and bossy lady, she is a go getter and trustworthy too but she could be a control freak atimes.

Nafida on the other hand is a spoilt brat, her dad owns the largest share in one of the biggest oil companies in portharcourt. But despite her background she is not proud or mouthy, though she behaves childish atimes but i love that about her.

And u know me now! am just the one that will always put a smile on your face though i could be annoying to the core atimes...

*******
It was 3pm already, time was far spent and we needed to get to the venue of talent show not later than 4pm cause all the participants were expected to be there two hours before the show.
We had taken our bath already, we were just trying to do some make up (Ladies things cheesy).

The time was about 3:35 now and we were all set, so we headed for the car (Nafida's dad had gotten her a toyota yaris when she got to 200level).
She kicked the car but it refuse starting "what now?" she groaned..
"lets just get a taxi o something, we are running late" Halima suggested, so we walked to d roadside and waited for few minutes but no taxi seemed to be in sight except for keke napeps and private vehicles.
So Halima suggested we get a keke napep but Nafida and I opposed saying it was out of class and so we kept waiting.
Few minutes later,like an answered prayer we sighted a taxi and signaled with our hands for it to stop.
The taxi stopped right in front of us, we described where we were going and he mentioned his price, we didnt negotiate cause we were in a hurry, so we got in and he took off.

And that was the last thing i remembered
had we fallen into a trance?
were we poisoned?
what has the driver done to us?
These rhetorical questions kept finding their way into my mind when i realized that the three of us were lying down on a cold floor in a dark room. Though rays of light from some holes in the window hit some parts of the room.
The floor was dirty and urgh! the room smelt like a pig pen.
I was weak, my mouth tasted like bitterleaf, my feet were sore.
I tried opening my mouth to speak but tears came out of my eyes instead.
And with the little strenght left in me, i whispered "Where are we?"

to be continued..........
Literature / I Am New Here by Farinaija(f): 11:46am On Oct 31, 2013
I am new here. Read stories after a friend forwarded the link to me.

Is there anything I need to know?

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