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Literature / Putting Humanity First by Gentilhommie(m): 6:24pm On Sep 24, 2023 |
After several days of gruesome product development and ignoring family and friends, I had planned on hanging out with a friend for the weekend, after disappointing one too many times, I was all out for the "let's kiss and make up" extravaganza. But as I was setting out of the silicon complex that had been my home for 8 days, my gaze couldn't leave this young lady, like very young, figure 8, sepe sepe kinda babe. Clad in bum short and a tank top, the lady was that needed one piece for any wild bred looking for an exciting weekend, however something was amiss. As against the usual feral-like walk of the street, she had a desperate broken aura around her. She was like a wet lost puppy standing alone at a public bus-stop. She was from the street, no doubt, kinda high class too if I might add but she sure doesn't look like she belongs to this particular night. My inner congress got buzzing "move close to her, she is dare need". For this present Emilokan economy, everyone get need abeg - I whispered to myself as I attempted waking away but the inner congress no go gree, so we got talking and I got to know a lil bit about her. My conversation with her took her attention away from the 4guys standing behind her and checking her out. Poor being, she felt I was interested in taking her home for the night But somehow my spirit didn't want her going home with the guys behind her. So I took her to a canteen where she ate After which I took her to a hotel and booked a room As usual, Omo wobe don quickly UnCloth,go bathroom and ready for business I allowed her do her thing, then instructed her to sleep Left her some money and left the hotel The lady has been calling me since then for showing her an act of kindness. In her words, she has not gotten any customer in days So she was ready to go with the 4 guys as long as they were going to pay. Country hard no doubt, but don't make it harder.đď¸ |
Business / Setting-up A Factory In Nigeria by Gentilhommie(m): 10:52am On Jul 04, 2023 |
One thing you should have at the back of your mind is âYou will be Testedâ. Trust me when I say this is no feat for the faint at heart, the honest truth is there are more against you than there are for you. It is like there is a constant recurring group of forces willing to see you crash than the ones willing to see to fully established. To start with, you need to register your business/Company name, and that happens at the CAC. The CAMA, CAC Act and Companies Regulations are all effective in the incorporation and registration of companies. It is however noteworthy that for some industries, it may be required that you obtain agency pre-approval or licenses before incorporating your manufacturing out-fit as a company. Thank God for the adoption of technology; you honestly donât want to know how many paper works you had to go through in the late nineties and early twenties. For the financially informed, they just get an agent or a lawyer to see to it, yes it cost more but you are free form the headache. After that you might need to visit the following offices in order to avoid story that touch. Pre Set-Up a. National Environmental Standards Regulations Enforcement Agency (NESREA) - The NESREA issues and regulates the issuance of Environmental permit(s) to enable businesses and industrial facilities whose operations may have potential impact on the environment to be environment-friendly in their operations and to also comply effectively with the relevant environmental standards and regulations. There are actually five (5) main groups of permits from this agency. NESREA sees to the compliance with the Environmental Impact Assessment Act and requires National Evidence of Environmental Impact Statement (EIS) â Environmental Management Plan (EMP); Environmental Audit Report (EAR) and a Monthly Monitoring Report (where applicable) before granting permit for the operation of a manufacturing outfit. b. National Agency for Food and Drug Administration and Control (NAFDAC) â The loudest of all Idan. This agency is empowered by the National Agency for Food and Drug Administration and Control Act Cap N1 LFN 2004, manufacturing industries in any of these areas require an approval from NAFDAC which is usually only granted after proper inspection of the manufacturing plant by the officials of the Agency. Donât be scared by the plenty English, NAFDAC officials are very very verrrry nice, if you get what I mean. To avoid repetition of simple processes, best go with a consultant. Better safe than sorry. c. Standards Organization of Nigeria (SON) â The most quiet but lethal Idans, also set up in 2004, this agency is empowered to establish a mandatory conformity assessment program for locally manufactured products in Nigeria. A SON issued Mandatory Conformity Assessment Program (MANCAP) Certificate must be sought and obtained before distribution of the manufactured products can be had in Nigeria. True story, the guy here are very cool headed, no cap. d. Department of the Federal Ministry of Labor and Employment â Hiian, my likeness for these guys is special , as in speeeecial. The Factories Act Cap F1 LFN 2004 empowers the Federal Ministry of Labour and Employment which issues guidelines for the operations of factories and manufacturing industries in Nigeria. They further provide basic safety and health measures that must be put in place on the premises. e. FIRS â Proud people them , anything Companies Income Tax Act, anything VAT OR personal income taxes as pay as you earn (PAYE) for all their employees, na them. Companies are required to file their tax returns with the Federal Inland Revenue Service (FIRS). f. Nigerian Investment Promotion Commission Act (If itâs a Foreign Investments) - generally creates certain incentives for manufacturing and industries in Nigeria as a means of encouraging foreign investment in local industries. Some of the legal protection and incentives include under the Act are applicable to manufacturing in Nigeria includes Tax Incentives for certain manufacture industries, including pioneer industries. g. State IRS (depending in the State you want to set up in) h. Ministry of Urban Planning or any other agency involved. Post Set-Up a. NSITF b. PENCOM c. ITF d. State IRS (depending you preferred location) e. Local Government (Bloody blood suckers) Yeah, you might need to visit all these offices to fill the right forms and avoid story that touch later in future. For a process auditor like myself, you might be wondering why so many? The matter tire me too but then I donât want to be the one to make some DGâs jobless, like really, why canât we just have a liaison stands of all these agencies while registering my company at CAC but why do I know, I am just a Project Manager that is uncomfortable with the repetitive processes. Abeg, make I shut up before them find me come house . Once you are through with the pre set-up list, your next concern is how to fit in your procure your equipment and how to source your raw materials. If you plan on importing the equipment, you can get all the help you need with BOI or NEXIM; no de fear paper work, people de wey fit help you. And if you are considering local procurement, you can get help with local fabricators in the right places or just hit Alaba International. Pssst, Psst, with the right connect, you can get the right deals on your procurement, you just need to follow reverthmosolutions@gmail.com who know road. Now I always advise the clients to go for a location that is centralize, sometime pick somewhere between your target markets and the place where you source your raw materials. This saves you a lot on logistic and inventory. And when it comes to employment, yes there are manuals and consultants to help you with that but from experience go for the ones that comes with the heart to work, I repeat go for those with the heart. In conclusion, you need to be sure of your commitment before you set forth on this journey and you can never go wrong with having the right consultant to help you with process so you donât extorted one too many times by the world people seeking out innocent preys during the registration/ setting up process. While we push and hope for a simplified linear registration process that doesnât have the many existing repetitions (Most especially with Tax registration and collection and the product registration), the magic wand you need for a smooth registration might just be the right person with the right knowledge base. For more insights and consultation, do reach out to reverthmosolutions@gmail.com. |
Health / Attention, The New Dopamine Addiction by Gentilhommie(m): 10:16am On May 13, 2023 |
Professionals in the digital media will tell you "Content is "King". Little wonder you see almost everyone now playing with the title content creator, intentionally doing almost anything and everything to stay in vogue. Like seriously, you need to see what is churning out lately, one quick view on the socials and you almost can't account for some hours of your life. While I am in total agreement with the phrase "Content is king", I still feel there is a stronger appendage that is omitted and that appendage carries the real intentions or significance behind Content being King. Let me start with this - for any king to exist, there must be a formidable queen sitting on the throne beside him in the castle. A queen that runs and owns the castle efficiently, directly increasing the importance or affluence of the said King. Now, the name of that queen in digital media is called Engagement. Which is why seasoned professionals with tell you Content is King but Engagement is Queen and the Queen runs the MF castle. What is Engagement in the real sense of things? A ten lettered word with the same narcotic effect as the watered down version of crystal meth or Vicodin or Morphine. Yes, you might think hey Mr writer calm down na but it's the obvious truth. Engagement in a way gives the users or influencers a sense of surreal importance that takes them away from whatever realities their lives might be. No wonder learned folks defined engagement as an umbrella term for actions that reflect and measure how much your audience interacts with your content. This may include likes, comments and shares(attention) but varies by platform. Now let me bring it back home, how does attention translate to addiction? Attention-seeking behavior may stem from jealousy, low self-esteem, loneliness, or as a result of a personality disorder. Most people who are prone to attention seeking behavior suffer from a mental health condition known as narcissistic personality disorder. This involves an inflated sense of self importance and feelings of superiority. A severe dependence on the affirmations of others in order to feel a sense of worth. Wondering where I am heading with this, just chill, I am almost there. Have you ever come across those trending threads here or on twitter with cases like Men are scum, near rapes, frauds, character assassination and sort. My guess is yes, good. Now ask yourself, how many of these cases have you checked out the source to see if it was true or not đ§. Let me guess, let's just go with the vibes, what's life without a little bit of vibe, as country hard. Trust me, i don't blame you if you are with that chain of thought. I once belonged to that group until I had someone shake up my very private world and shared it all over social media simply because she was in her full emotional element. As usual, no one asked, it was the usual comments and slandering with full bile of hatred spewed at my person and those related to me. It was an activity to pass time for the accuser, a feel good moment to see her charts and impressions climb, not minding the state of mind of the victim or in this case - the targeted Scum is. A sound mind didn't need to search for long, a scorned woman was trying to get back at the target but hey with the right mix of made-up information and the silence of the other party, impression upon impression was raising the charts and followers count keep on increasing. My accuser needed to feel good on the affirmation of others, my accuser needed to get high on the fact that there are people who want her online albeit how nasty her physical world is. My accuser needs a jump shot to fill up the void she feels inside. And that is the case of most folks out there. My simple question is are you in the same lot? The average Nigerian is suffering from one mental breakdown or the other. While some learn to deal with theirs, others look for an avenue to exact theirs, hence the case of violence, bullying, psychotic breakdown or in the case of this write up, sense of worth. You remember that saying "Hurt people hurt people" , exactly! . the average person is battered one way or another but rather than deal with it personally, they look for something or someone else to enact it. So when you see a fellow human being going through several phases of plastic surgery or you see a kid doing the unthinkable on TikTok or you read a super storied tweet from a self acclaimed truth fighter or you see a self proclaimed MOG saying the absolute đ¤ under whatever influence, you should understand this - it's all about the Attention, It's all about filling up what is lost within. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 1:09pm On Jan 16, 2022 |
Here he was at the State Assembly complex, watching the commissioner for Budget and Economic planning address a group of familiar foes and friends on the need for the State to approve the budget presented to them. Even though his party had the larger share of representatives in the assembly but today the numbers seem not to be in his favor presently. The looks on the face of the individuals in the room was enough to give anyone a heart attack. Reminds him of the popular saying âIf looks could killâ he was damn sure his commissioner will be suffering from a heart attack right now with the unison look of betrayal on the faces of the people seated in front of him. He could not blame them, he and his team had slashed their constituency project by half so they could get more funds to start his pet project, a move that didnât go down well with most of the state reps, especially with those that were members of his political party. âMy Honorable Commissioner, we all agree with the need to do something about our failed medical institution. If my memory serves me right, I was with the Governor when we made an impromptu visit to the State hospital at Gokana Local government area and found out that out of 78 medical personnel posted there by the state, only 16 were active and the other 62 personnel were just earning free salaries and allowances. And after that incident, there were reports of other scenarios like that happening all around the state.â âThank you for acknowledging that Hon Confidenceâ The Commissioner Replied âHowever, spending 45% of the Stateâs budget on education and health is a little bit too much. As we have other pressing security issues that need our urgent attention, letâs not forget that we are yet to fulfill our commitment to the Power Project with the French Company and I am trying not to mention the numerous constituency projects that we are yet to implement. So please, can we readjust the budget for the benefit of all. Thank Youâ âThank you Hon Confidence, I assure you that all your concerns have been fully addressed in the present budgetâ Any other questions for The Commissionerâ Asked the Speaker of the house âYes Mr. Speakerâ Replied the State Rep for Bonny local government âHonorable Speaker, let it be known that myself and my party members and I are in tune with the new direction of the budget.â âThank you Hon Breakthroughâ The Commissioner responded âOur only grievance is your intent to move the project away from the initial senatorial district to another senatorial district that seems to benefit members of your political party. Could you shed light on this matter before everyone in the house? Thank youâ He had been expecting the question, while his party member was angry about the rude slash on their constituency projects, members of the opposition party were more bitter that he had chosen to take the project away from them. âNigerians divided we are, united we shoutâ. Dr. Ibi thought as he waited for the response from his commissioner. âHon Breakthrough, it wasnât our intent to change the location of the project. But we had no choice but to do so when we werenât getting the right level of cooperation from the local stakeholders.â âWhat do you mean by Local Stakeholders Hon Commissioner?â Asked the Speaker of the House, intentionally pushing for more information. â If I may Mr. Speakerâ Supplied Hon Breakthrough â the honorable commissioner is talking about the state not wanting to settle the original landowners and the youth of the land. Even though there was a provision for such settlement within the project budget.â âTo clear the air and address any doubt of favoritism. Doing what we did was not an easy decision. His Excellency was following the blueprint laid down by the founding fathers of our great state. A world-certified medical center in each senatorial district of the state. The papers were filed, and the land was acquired with proper compensation agreed to by the family and the state government. But it came as a rude shock when we discovered that resident of the said location was intentionally relocating their family shrines and grave sites to the areas marked up for the project all in the hope of getting themselves on the settlement list.â âSmall Playâ chipped in Hon Breakthrough causing everyone to laugh âIt might seem like a trivial issue but that singular act doubled the cost of the project because the resident began asking for outrageous payouts to relocate the fictitious gravesites and shrines that were not visible on any aerial pictures taken six months to project launch.â âIf I may Mr. Speaker, the Commissioner is here to defend the state budget that has been presented by His Executives, So the argument at hand is whether or not we are allowing the state executive spend more on education and health while doing little on immediate security threats and human empowerment programsâ Supplied Hon Boniface representing Ikwere constituency âYesâ Chorus other members of the house âIf any member feels slighted or cheated with the distribution of state projects, let them make their grievances known to the Bureau for Projects, Thank You Mr. Speaker Thank you, Hon. Boniface. So if you agree with the sharing formula of the budget, say Aye. If you donât agree, say Nay. From where he sat with his entourage, he could hear the thunderous Nay from the Rep Members. Not that he was surprised, He knew the freaking SOBs were going to fight back for having their constituency funds slashed. Dr. Ibi turned to his Deputy, Lt. Col. Briggs Rtd, a seasoned and shrewd politician that got the heart for fixing things. So Colonel, What do you think? My Able Excellency, all hopes are not lost, my team has penned down the names of the principal players But you do know that there is an external force at work, sources say that the major players are following the instructions of their National Chairman. Jite has always been a sore loser but thatâs no bother, I am sure we can find a way to clip his wings systematically. I wish I can share the same optimism with you but these people are spoiling for a fight, something that we cannot afford right now Perhaps, it is time to reach out to an old friend your Excellency Hmm, you do have a point there, maybe I should. Well time to get to work. I will allow you to do your work but do let me know when you need me to come in. Thank you, Your Excellency See you at the Government House Yes Your Excellency 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 12:43am On Jan 13, 2022 |
CHAPTER 3 It was his first year as the Governor of Rivers State and he wasnât having it funny. There was no denying that He loved the job and its never-ending dose of civil challenges associated with it, however, he could not say the same for the politicking involved in governing the state. It was like having 200kg sandbags tied to each of oneâs legs while being dropped in the middle of the Atlantic Sea and expected to make it back to the shore. If you donât sink from the weight of the sandbags, you can be sure to get eaten by the different carnivorous creatures waiting to have the last laugh. It was an amazing job no doubt, but to succeed, you have to downplay the humanity in you while remaining logical and unapologetically disciplined. Dr. Ibi Cole was no stranger to public office and its gimmicks. Trained as a medical doctor from the prestigious Ahmadu Bello University, Ibi opted for the public office immediately after he was offered the opportunity after his service year. He started his sojourn serving as the personal assistant to the then Commissioner of Health in Rivers State some thirty years ago. A brilliant technocrat at heart that he is, along with his deep pocket to the ever-needy political players and under lords, Dr. Ibi had worked his way up the ladder until he became the Governor of his Home State. A journey that took him two and a half decades with several millions of naira in intangible investments that can never be accounted for. It wasnât like he was complaining, he has reaped more than he had sown to attain this seat and no greedy self-servicer was going to make a fool out of him. Every Officeholder had a goal in mind, some were selfish, some were white elephant projects but for the very sincere few, it was leaving a legacy that left their prints on the sands of time. He belonged to the last group, he believed in leaving something behind that would be of benefit to the coming generation, a step up from the present state of things, and a platform for the incoming government to build on. Hospitals in Nigeria are no more than mere consulting rooms, lacking in everything. Even intangible aspects as empathy are in short supply. With the poor bearing the brunt of ill-treatment from health workers, overwhelmed themselves by the daily throng of patients needing care. Patients are required to meet the full cost of treatment as the Nigerian healthcare system has literally been left to rot and the gatekeepers are more self-centered to give a hoot about it. One of the major arguments has always been on adequate funding from the government but letâs face it, even with the little done by the government, some of the medical practitioners and administrators will still look for a way to sabotage it and enrich themselves. Some call it poverty mentality, some call it lack of monitoring and control by the government but he calls it âThe Now Syndromeâ. An intentional greedy act by a select few who are either suffering from an inferiority complex or the greedy bunch complex. There are several situations where he has instructed that the state would take sole responsibility for pregnant women and children. However, it has come to his knowledge that most of the time, patients are made to pay some paltry sum disguised in the name of a maintenance fee or development contributions that would end up in the pocket of one CMD and his fellow cohorts. With a sizeable donation made to the commissioner for health, who would, in turn, would donate to the coffers of the political party. And with that, perpetrators were insulated from the long arm of the law and further redeployed to continue their dastardly acts somewhere else. âWho is he to complain, he had gotten up the ladder the same wayâ Sadly, inadequate funding is just one of the multi-faceted challenges plaguing healthcare delivery in Nigeria. There was a serious need to reweave the moral fabric of the society and to put in a place a reward system that promotes selfless humanitarian service rather than the present serve me-I serve you system that was put in place by the greedy few that want and need to remain in power. This was the need he was trying to address, creating a morally enriched medical institution with the appropriate level of funding from the state government over an extensive period of time. Now, this was his legacy, to make his beautiful home state the go-to destination for everything medical in Nigeria in the next decade. To get this done, he knew he had to make sure that his predecessor and every other key member of the state council are individuals that share the vision. However, it seems his legacy is about to be killed before even seeing the light of day. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 2:18pm On Dec 10, 2021 |
Many years ago, a remote hilly town was experiencing a high mortality rate. A new pandemic from a dangerous bacterial strand was killing the inhabitants at an alarming rate. A brilliant mind had reached out to help out with the pandemic, though he was an unknown and an untested scientist, the inhabitants of the town would not mind, he was the only help that seemed to care, he was their only hope. The humble scientist will offer to use natural toxins and poison from venomous snakes to outwit a deadly bacteria that was killing people in their thousands. Since there was no help coming from anyone, the residents of the town had quickly accepted the help from the scientist because they knew waiting on the government was a hopeless feat, as the power in charge was busy with a civil war with their not too distant brothers form the east. The scientist had systematically introduced the poisons into his patientsâ bodies while still administering a lower quantity of anti-venom. The sole expectation of this heinous experiment was that with the dosed introduction of the poisons, the patientsâ body cells will become unfriendly for the bacteria and in the process wiping them out. And once it was confirmed that there was no bacteria cell of the host, the scientist will then administer a full dose of anti-venom to the host so he/she could heal quickly. Yes, it sounds quite surreal but more than the realness, it was a gruesome experience to go through. The experiment was successful though it nearly wiped out the entire town leaving only a handful of individuals that had one deformity or the other. But, hey they were glad to be alive. While the survivors were happy to be alive, the scientist was happier. He had just been given an opportunity to create a biological breakthrough. An opportunity to put his country on the world map as a contributor and not a bench warmer. In this spirit of happiness, the scientist had reached out to his friend who had the ears of the Head of State. His friend had promised to help him arrange a meeting with the then head of State so they can discuss the possibility of mass manufacturing the antidote to keep in case of another outbreak. However the General and his friend had other plans, all they wanted to know was if the antidote could be weaponized and used in the present warfare. If only he knew. Being a true Humanist, the scientist had initially refused to build the weapon, however, the General was not taking no for an answer, so he ordered the scientistâs family be kidnapped and brought into his private dungeon. Wanting a fast result, the general had the scientistâs family injected with the bacterial strands, in the hopes that the scientist will want their lives saved and that would bring about the creation of the weapon. The scientist will succumb to pressure once he is told that his family is on the receiving end, the scientist will beg his friend to help him out but his friend will go ahead to tell his wife that her husband is dead, a medical complication from staying too long with the infected inhabitants of the remote town. While in his prison cell, the scientist will hear about the relationship between his wife and his supposed friend. That news will break his heart and he would intentionally blow up himself and the lab while working the next day and that would be the end of the biological weapon That friend will later go ahead to marry the scientistâs wife and adopt his daughter. He would also have kids of his own with the scientistâs wife. He would continue to stay around the corridors of power till he became a formidable player in every dispensation that ruled through the country. Then he would systematically plot his way to become the number one office holder of the ruling political party in the country, a kingmaker. He would achieve all this, knowing that his whole life was built of him betraying his friend, a secret he keeps to himself. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 2:01pm On Dec 08, 2021 |
Mere Mortals thinks a day is just another opporunity for him/her to survive. A day when fate could either smile at him or another day when he just had to weather the storm of life and anticipate for a better tomorrow. He was no mortal, he is a god, a major stakeholder, and a reckoning force that was responsible for keeping the polity of this great nation functional. 24hrs to him meant 24 possibilities of either upturning or upholding the dreams of the average being on the street. But this very 24hrs seems to have a mind of its own, this 24hrs was choosing to take a hit and go the rebellious way. And it looked like it was really going to have its way. The day had started well with his second meeting for the day, he was having a tete a tete with the supposed religious head who was seeking his support on changing the governmentâs mind about taxing religious houses. He had spent four good hours listening to the many theoretical assertions backed by religious verses from the holy book. All he could deduce from their religious yarns was very simple âTell the government to leave us alone and you will have our support in the next election. âTrue, true everybody na yahoo.â He soliloquized to himself while he gave them the âI am on your side Lookâ. Knowing he had them where he wanted, Ven Jite ushered his guest to the banquet room where the most sordid type of entertainment was waiting for them all. Seeing the joy on the faces of his guests he knew he was on the right track. âHis guest was going to have a filled day of funâ Taking a drink from one of the attendants in the banquet room, Ven Jite gently cupped the naked flesh of the attendantâs breast while admiring her curves. He felt his heartbeat quicken as the young lady winched in shocked embarrassment. He chuckled to himself as he let go and watched the attendant scurry off to the ladiesâ âYeah, she would do, have her cleaned up and taken to my quartersâ He mentioned to his PA over his shoulder. âYes Mazi, will that be all Sir?â His PA asked âDo we have eyes for this eventâ? Mazi asked taking a sip of his drink âOh yes sir, our eyes are active and present in all the roomsâ Then I better retire to my room and get startedâ âBefore you go, sir, there is an urgent message for youâ His PA passed on a slip to him The message was not what he was expecting, he took a look at his PA and saw the same look of worry on his face âHow long ago was thisâ âTwo hours and counting Maziâ âAnd you just showing me now, get me on a frigging fight immediately, as in now, he snarled at his PA as he waltzed out of the room |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 1:59pm On Dec 08, 2021 |
To the average citizen, ruling a nation is not rocket science. It is applying common sense to any societal challenges that may arise. Societal matters should be given simple intellectual solutions, without the need for additional problematic appendages. But he knew better, nothing is ever that simple in a democratic dispensation. As the Vice President of the country, he has seen simple state matters escalate a hydra of problems all based on greed and selfish wanting. The amount of time spent dancing around trivia issues while neglecting the main matter at hand can be the ratio of 500 to 1. His role as vice president was to step in whenever the president was unavoidable absent or out of the country on presidential duties. Sometimes he was left to handle the diplomatic murky waters or a last resort when things were about to go to the shitters. But one of the things he hated the most as the vice president of this wonderful nation was when he was dragged into a meeting with conniving sons of gun that thought with their belly and not their heads. Here he was seated in a meeting with supposed medical experts requesting #82 Billion for the purchase of insecticide-treated nets and an additional #25Billion for sensitization and disbursement of the aforementioned insecticide-treated nets to the public. âLike who does that?â He thought to himself as he listened to the ramblings of the supposed geniuses. Instead of using such a huge amount to purchase insecticide nets why not initiate programs that would ensure better drainage channel systems, improved welfare packages for medical practitioners in rural areas, and subsidized treatment for malaria patients at local health care centers. However the senate committee and the health ministry thinks differently, their excuse is based on the fact that to successfully execute such a program, there were a lot of factors to consider. âLori Iro factors. All they wanted was a project that gave them the opportunity to embezzle well while looking like heroes to the common man out there. âServant leaders my foot, scheming, self-centered bastards plotting their next cash out in the wee hours of such a new dayâ âMr. Vice Presidentâ called the Vice Senate president, breaking him away from his thought âYes Dr. Anyanwuâ He replied âYour Excellency, we would like to know if you are okay with Additional budget presentation by the health committee so we can move on to other mattersâ âOh yes Dr. Anyanwu, thank youâ He was watching the health committee take their leave to make room for the next committee when his private phone beeped, it was an encrypted message from a known acquaintance âThis should be interestingâ he muttered as he watched the committee on police matters take a seat. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 1:59pm On Dec 06, 2021 |
The skilled labor industry has always been the largest employer of labor in any country. This collective group of individuals were always looked down on and seen as a necessary evil by the supposed industry experts and mid-level professionals. It wasnât like they were saints or without faults but somehow they were always the one that go works done. Nonso was one of this group, a skilled mason with a decade of practice experience and damn, did he love his job, however there was a particular moment he loved most while working, it was lunch break. It was his one moment when he could air his view and have someone listen to him, like been in the House of Commons and he was the leader of the trouble-making bunch. Nah, donât get too carried away with his playful imagination, he was just glad the day was over so he could have his usual dose of chat with his fellow co-workers at a construction site. The discussion today started with football match between two English teams. âSee your life, my team almost trash your team yesterdayâ The Foreman Started âWho side? Shey because we just let una draw untop say una don de lose for too longâ Nonso Replied âTa there, my boys no just get mind to finish una, but wait oh na so una change the play description of a full Goatâ âSee this one, my goat na correct goat, no be that sleeping ororo wey dem give awardâ âWho be sleepingâ Another site worker interjected âAbeg go siddon one place, him lie? your ororo legit? wetin him don contribute to him new team? â Nonso replied with the intent of riling up more conversation from his colleague âAt least, him better pass the ororo wey we put for State House, four good years and nothing to show for itâ âSharrap, You no de see the projects all around you, no be one project you de soâ The Foreman supplied âNa by that one, the guy don borrow borrow everything, you don hear the latest request to the senate $150Billion, plus the ones wey dem don borrow, how do we pay backâ âSmall something, We round all of them up and use them for money ritualsâ Another worker supplied from the back âAnd you think those ones will do, they are so used up, nothing de left for money ritual.â âWell! We can ask them to donate two of their family members excluding themselves and lobatanâ âEhnn, ehnnnn, me no de oh. Small time now, DSS go come arrestâ The Foreman Supplied âOga Foreman, you too fearâ Nonso said, joining the others in laughter. Eh Ehnn Oga Foreman, I be wan tell you, the new sets of iron rods no be am at all. That thing is too weak for the load it is going to carryâ âMy brother, na so I see am. PM say just follow the given instructions and stop complaining. Even the Site Architect de look the other wayâ âNa wa for my countryâ âBros, all na Workshopâ |
Religion / Re: Which Bible Character Would You Pick For A Hangout And Why? by Gentilhommie(m): 12:37pm On Dec 05, 2021 |
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Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 3:55pm On Dec 03, 2021 |
His real name is Alex Godwin but his professional I.D given to him by the Nigerian Police force was The Unknown Killer. A name that has earned him so much popularity that even he could not believe the number of feats that were linked to his career name. To the average law enforcement officer, the unknown killer was the spawn of the devil walking around in human form, a professional guiltless killer whose physical sight kills at least twenty victims on a bad day and close to a hundred on a very good day. They made it sound like he was one of the four horsemen in the bible, coming in from time to time to claim his victims so he could remain relevant in the minds of the religious beings. However, the reverse is the case, he saw himself as a gardener taking out the weeds from Godâs beautiful garden. âAnd they say he is a sociopath, Uhnâ It wasnât like he had a natural flair for trouble but somehow trouble just seem to have his contact on its go-to list. Like no matter how far he tried to avoid it, trouble always came knocking on his door and getting him involved with an event that had absolutely nothing to do with him. And when he tried doing some good to society, fate will look for a way to just stroll in and rain on his parade. As he sat on the floor of the cell, looking at the brute speaking down on him, He couldnât help but smile at the amount of damage he was about to implement of the Bruteâs body. âA quick jump from the floor will drive his head into the Bruteâs windpipe, leaving him gasping for air, Then he might decide to break a bone or two before turning his attention to the loudmouth sidekicks, standing behind him. The sweet feeling of seeing pain on peopleâs faces, a pain caused by him, brought some a nostalgic thrill that he could not resist. Better yet, he would have loved it if he could watch them die, seeing the light go out of their eyes with the sudden realization of knowing this is the end. The slow flow of life easing out of their bodies. But hey, they werenât his target. âHmmmm, that is the feelingâ âAlaye, I say who you be?â The Brute asked him one more time âPresido je ko mo, Make we use am do quickieâ One of the Loud Sidekicks supplied âYou no wan answer abi, Ogun go kill you and your generationâ The Brute made the wrong move just as he had expected, he was bending down to push him by the shoulder. With that, he made his move, straight for the Bruteâs Windpipe as he had planned, a quick kick to his bent knee and a nicely connected knockout punch to his exposed temple. âYeah he could hear the bones snappingâ and the brute was out cold on the floor Standing up straight now, he took a quick look at the sidekicks, watching their moves. He could sense the fear in them. They stood back looking at each other, wondering who is going to make the first move âSissies. How far, should we start?â âChampion, e don do now. The supposed second in command replied him âJust stay anywhere wey you like, no problemâ A loud metal clang cut off his concentration from the men standing in front of him, it was one of the police officers on duty âHey You, Fine Boy. Oya come, Oga say make we release youâ The officer said while working on the locks of the detention room As expected, the ever-efficient police force was letting him go after they had just insulted his fundamental human rights, thinking they have cowered him into submission. âHow nice of themâ He thought with a wide smile on his face as he walked out of the cell. âOya Follow meâ The Officer said leading him to the office of the DPO, the office of the main person he had gone through all the trouble to see. Killing the DPO had gone smoother than expected, as soon as he got into the scantily furnished office behind the officer, he quietly removed the vial he kept between his butt cheeks, patiently waited on the DPO to speak to him before he approached the man and prostrated flat on the ground in front of the stubby looking man. In a swift move, he had poured the odorless poison on the collar of the manâs uniform, making sure he avoided his face in order not to alert the DPO or his unprofessional junior officer. âGet up, get up, So you can be humble like this, I thought you were bragging earlier that you went to Harvard and you know your fundamental human right?â The DPO asked while looking down at him lying on the floor âOga no mind am, them Akube don de try hammer am for inside detentionâ The Officer supplied behind him with a laugh. âSo are you ready to corporate or should we host you for the night?â The DPO asked Him âSir I am ready, just tell me what you want me to report on my blog and I will do, Oga abegâ He pleaded with fake[C1] tears â You will make sure you report on your news blog that it was an accidental discharge. We were chasing armed robbers and the young man was caught in the middle of a crossfireâ âYou don hear?â The Officer asked with a kick to his ribs âYes Sir, I have heard youâ Better, now get out of here before I change my mind Without being told what to do next, he jumped up on his feet and brushed into the officer behind him, releasing the remaining content in of the vial on his collar too. âI am so sorry Officer, I am feeling a bit clumsyâ He lied with a false sense of fear all over his face âComot for here, before I use you do private project or you want make I do you like I shoot that loud mouth pikin yesterday wey no de fearâ The now angered officer said while looking at him âOga I take GOD beg you, no vexâ The officer drag him with his ear and kicked him out of the office, âComot here before I spoil your fine boy for you. Just go counter go collect your property and forget your wallet and wristwatchâ With that, the officer shut the door on him and stayed back with the DPO. The poison he had placed on the collar of both men was more than lethal, the odorless liquid has the same killing mechanism as a snakeâs poison but with a higher rate of organ breakdown. It turns into a gas immediately it gets in contact with any fiber material, gets into the victimâs body either via inhaling or through the skin surface. From there, it starts its work, slowly eating up every organ it encounters, leaving it in a false sense of life until there was nothing more to eat. And when that happens, the victim tends to start bleeding internally, with severe chest pain and blood coming out from every possible outlet. All this process took at least one hour. But if the antidote were to be administered within one hour, there was a chance for survival, if not the victim was as good as dead. This was where He knew he had to worry, he had also come in contact with the poison so he needed the antidote if he wasnât planning to accompany the slowpoke to the other side. By his calculation, he had spent close to fifteen minutes in the DPOâs office so he had to get to his clothes on time so he could take the antidote he hid in the canister of his Inhaler. On getting to the waiting room, he had quickly wanted to collect his properties so he could dash out of the police station. âFine Boy, we go miss you ohâ The Corporal at the counter had said to him with a sneer on his face âOya sign here and I don collect your wristwatch, the thing fit meâ âMe I don take your whiskey flask ohâ Another officer supplied from the backâ âScaly Wagsâ He muttered under his breath as he signed to collect his belongings He didnât even seem to care when he heard the officers laughing at him as he dressed up and took his leave. Once he was a few meters away from the police station, he brought out his inhaler and pumped the antidote into his mouth. He instantly felt the pressure on his chest reduce, allowing him to breathe in normally. âNow to the Bloodsucking ticks (Po â Lice)â He took out a small radio from the collar of his Polo T-shirt where he had sewn an extra pouch the day before. He pulled out the antenna of the radio and placed it in the direction of his wristwatch. He could hear the familiar sound now, Kaboom!!! âBye-bye Suckers,â He said as he made for his destination. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 12:34pm On Dec 01, 2021 |
PRESIDENTIAL VILLA The Chief Press Secretary sat in his office fingers crossed, regurgitating everything he had just seen on the FTP server. âWhat had he just seen? A group of men deciding the fate of a whole tribe as if they were conducting a simple business deal.â Well, it was a business deal after all, one with complications that needed to be resolved before they could break ground for the commencement of the project. But to think that those involved in such nefarious activities were revered members of the high and mighty, men and women seen as heroes and honored as one. Now, what to do with such hot juicy information, especially with the seat of a Vice Presidency in view, he could not afford to fail the president and if he played his cards right, he could very well become the next president after He leaves office He imagined himself out on one of those political rallies, the crowd all spread out in front of him, all there to hear from him, âLadies and Gentlemen, the man of the moment, the savior of our great nation, The Grand Commander of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. His Excellency Theodore Hamsa. Yes, that sure felt good, with that thought in mind he picked up his Rolodex and placed a call to an old acquaintance of his. âHi Tony, how are you?â âYeah, it is been quite a long whileâ âOh yeah, You know how we used to talk about wanting the best for our nation and how we as established professionals should do that which is right no matter the resulting consequences. Well, I think I might actually have something for you, something that will blow your ratings to the moon and beyondâ âAnd why the sudden interest now, I thought you were part of the changing wind sweeping across our great nation?â âYou do know I am not a fan of all the beautiful nonsense going on but then if we all decide to up and leave, who will be there to make sure that true professionalism, is adhered to?â âYou do have a point there, Let us meet at the old joint.â âOkay, Time?â âAs it says on the label of every Guinness bottle.â He could hear his old acquaintance laugh on the other end of the call as it went off âDisciplined professionals, so easy to manipulate once you put the right words together and did a little salute to their ego, you have them all tuned to what you have to say. Hypocritical bastards, quick to judge and criticize but never with the balls to accept their flaws. Walahi, we are all frauds in this country,â he thought with a smile as he withdrew the bottle of Chardonnay he hid in his drawer. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 12:32pm On Dec 01, 2021 |
Driving in the afternoon heat on the roads of Abuja was a feat best avoided, as Dr Mahmud sat brooding comfortably at the back seat of his official car, he was still in shock at what he had just seen at the Villa. âCould it be?â He thought to himself, âis this what the founding fathers of this great nation had in mind when they came together as one. But then it was true, the pictures and videos on the secured server had been so real, it just had to be true. The thought of the innocent men, women, and children murdered mercilessly on a land they thought was theirs was too much to handle. âStop the convoyâ He whispered to his Aide de Camp, a Military Captain. The ADC spoke into his walkie-talkie and within seconds, the convoy eased up and stopped by the roadside. Not wanting to soil himself, Dr Mahmud jumped out of the vehicle and threw up by the roadside âOga, are you okayâ Asked his ADC stand right next to him with a small pack of bottled water âI am fine Frank, just something I ateâ âOkay Sirâ âHave someone call the office, tell them I want to have a live web Call with the Port-Harcourt Officeâ âOkay sirâ âAnd inform the Director of Operations and the Director of Intelligence that I want them back at the Headquarters immediately. Some very important and urgent just came upâ âBut sir, the DI is out supervising the new information line on the Herdsmenâ Angrily Dr. Mahmud looked at his ADC âThen make sure that all arrangements are made to get him back to the HQ in 2hrs, now get me the heck out of hereâ |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 1:11pm On Nov 29, 2021 |
Well get over it, if you follow stay with me, you will be occupying a higher seat of power by the next electoral year. Now, I am sure we have all read the papers so there is no need to go about why you are hereâ âOh Sir If you are talking about the Ulima genocide case, I want to assure you that I and my men are handling itâ Supplied the DG of Secret Police Dr. Mahmud âI am sure you do but this is more than that case, with that information slipping out. You can be sure that the initiator has a whole lot more in stock for us to handle.â âBut Sir, Shouldnât we be more concerned with sudden overzealousness of the police especially in the Southern parts of the country rather than a story that has absolutely nothing to do with the current dispensation.â The CPS asked âHamsa my vibrant-minded friend, in order to avoid a national disaster, which we don't want right now especially with the program we have in view. So, we need to divert the attention of the public from these bad stories to something more entertaining.â âOkay Mr. Presidentâ The President could see the COS looking at him now and He subtly gave a slight nod towards her; instinctively she picked up the green folder on the table and distributed its content to the men seated opposite her. âUduak is handing over some very sensitive information to you, for your eyes only. On those documents are website addresses to online FTP servers with contents that will spike up your interest.â âWe want you to put in your full effort on this, as the next few weeks are going to be very crucial if we are going to get the senate to swing in our favorâ The COS quickly said âAnd not forgetting that we all have a stake in seeing this program come true, and if everything goes well, we will have another six months cover to face some serious issuesâ âBut sir could tell us what exactly we are dealing with here,â asked Dr. Mahmud âBelieve me when I say you donât want to know but to satisfy your curiosity, yes we were involved in the Ulima Genocide. And Yes we were paid to cover up the implicating evidence but one thing you might not know yet was that the principal actors involved are now using the case as a tool to blackmail my government to succumb to their tyrannical needsâ The President paused for a while to view the reaction of the men in front of him, they were both shocked at what they had just heard. Dr. Mahmud recovered first but Hamza was having a guilt crisis that he just couldnât recover from easily. âSo on that document are interesting cases that should take the heat off our hides while we quietly deal with the Ulima case. And I want both of you to work hand in hand on this, no storiesâ âAlright Mr. Presidentâ Both men replied âSo if you donât mind I have some guests waiting on me, Uduak will take you over to her office so you can discuss the Roll out plan and other modalities, Thank you very much for your time gentlemenâ the President stood up to shake both men as they walked out of his office following Uduak. âWell, that went well, now to deal with those sons of bitchesâ The President thought to himself. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 1:01pm On Nov 29, 2021 |
Presidential Villa âGood Afternoon Mr. Presidentâ chorused the Director of Secret Police and the Chief Press Secretary as they both walked into the Presidentâs Office with the chief of staff âGood morning Gentlemen, please have your seat, will join you in a minuteâ The President replied from his work desk Both taking their seat, the presidentâs steward rolled into the office with the afternoon banquet and skillfully arranged the meal in front of them. Not knowing why they had been summoned, both men thought it best to quickly go through their thoughts, ignoring the sumptuous meals placed in front of them. A knowing smile played on the lips of the chief of staff, âthey had no idea how screwed they were. But then, why should she feel any iota of pity for them, if they had done their jobs properly, everyone will be having a little less pressure than they are having at the moment. From where he sat down, the president could see that both men were lost in their thoughts, âPoor Sodsâ, wanting to catch them unaware, he gently stood up from his work, picked the green folder he had been going through, and drop it in front of the guest, snapping both men back to reality. âGentlemen, thank you for coming on such short notice,â The president said holding their gaze âBrunch Anyone?â âOh thank you, Mr. President, I had a late breakfast at the HQ this morningâ Replied the Director of Secret Police. A knowing smile on the Presidentâs Face âSure you still have space for a little more, you canât leave us with all this? â âOk Mr. President, I will have some juiceâ The chief of staff quickly filled a glass cup with juice and handed it over to the Director of Secret Police âNow that is a good man sitting right there,â the president said as he watched the exchange between his Chief of Staff and the Director âAnd You, Oga Press Secretaryâ âI woke up with a very good appetite today Mr. President and I am yet to have any decent meal since morning because I have been handling different the press hornetsâ supplied the Chief Press Secretary âThen dig in, we have a lot to cover before my next meeting in two hoursâ âOkay Mr. Presidentâ âSo Dr. Mahmud,â The President said while taking a bite off his plate âSure you read the papers this morning? âYes Mr. President I didâ âWant to tell me how that kind of information slipped past you and was allowed to be printed or shared?â âErmmm Mr. President, we are looking into it, it was a shock and I take full responsibility for the slipâ âIt is okay, at least you are not going to bamboozle me with tales of being short-staffed and how the Press company involved belonged to my Party Chairman. Oh and not forgetting that you spent the night with your new squeeze who happens to be the Chairmanâs mole.â The President said with his trademark smile that completely reads as âYou Blithering Idiotâ while staring at the D.G Of Secret Police Feeling Unsettled now, the D.G Of Secret Police gently dropped his cup of juice and look down at his folded hands âI am very very sorry Mr. President, a total slip on my partâ âAs I said earlier, itâs okay as long as you promise to deal with itâ âYou have my wordâ âAnd Oga Press, care to share with us how you intentionally ignored the call from your reporting desk during work hours just because you were busy playing political wrestle mania with your State Governor.â The CPS went all white in an instant not believing what he just heard from the president. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the Chief of Staff with a wide smile on her face. "That Bitch" He swore under his breath âIs it because you are interested in becoming the next governor of the state while he wants his distant cousin?â Asked the President âMr. President Sir, I deserve that seat. I worked with Hamza to kick out the former Governor plus we both agreed that Insha Allah after his tenure, he will make sure I become the next governor but all of a sudden, he is saying I am not qualified.â 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 6:09pm On Nov 26, 2021 |
With her shoulders squared and her head held up straight, she turned away from the view of the city and walked to where her secret safe was, punched in the codes, pulled out a burner cellphone from the lot that was in the safe. Oh Lord, I know you can hear and see me, Help me today to do what is right. I know it is odd coming from me, but Lord just help.â With that prayer, Adeola dialed a phone number only known to 4 people in the whole world. âMorning CodeXâ âMorning Adeolaâ replied the voice on the other end âhow is my favorite girl today?â âVery Fine and Youâ âBetter than yesterday, I have read your report, and I must admit it gives a lot to worry about.â âOkay?â â I have had my analyst take a look at the numbers and the suggested model of recovery, it may interest you to know that they are all in support of your plan, You said you got this from the Ministry of Finance? âYes CodeXâ âHmmm, I want you to continue with your plan. We cannot afford to fail.â âIf everyone plays their roles right, we will have no cause to fail.â âThank you Adeola, you will have all you need and donât hesitate to reach me when you hit a brick wall.â âI will do just that.â With that, the line went off, Adeola took the burner cell and broke it in her hand âThat went well, now to the recruits, a little bit of hazing should lift her spirits this morning.â 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 6:00pm On Nov 26, 2021 |
If there was one city she disliked passionately to a maddened point of conviction, it was the city never sleep, the self-acclaimed mega-city surrounded by many water bodies that could have a researcher busy for a whole school session with the cultural history tied to each water body, and that city was Lagos State. A coastal state blessed with a super fauna that could rival any other city in the world, it has a nice blend of the different social strata and an unrivaled amount of the unreasonable senile. This city has the tremendous power to turn a normal law-abiding human being to either become a deluded self-destructing robot, living its day on a very fast clock that never seems to sleep, or a seasoned life champ that had gone through the worst and came out right there at the top. Unlike other cities in Nigeria, Lagos had a soul and timeline of its own, the city would uncaringly throw everything at you all in a bid to give you a warm welcome. To an average Lagosian, you had the choice of bracing yourself for the impact of the blow or you took the initiative and go with the flow. Whatever choice you choose, you can be sure to get a wild ride that would live with you for the rest of your life. That was the Lagos she knew, and that was the Lagos that got her attention. Despite being the commercial nerve of the country with a loud brand of sophistication, one could still feel the crude vibe flowing in the air once you step into the city. In all, the city of Lagos had a way of upturning your already perfect plans into something you were not expecting. As Adeola stood at her Grade A office staring down at the city below her, she couldnât help but smile at how things had changed since the very first time she set foot at this very floor while it was under construction some twenty-something years ago. Standing in front of the glazed glass of her office, She whispered a silent but very intent prayer. âPardon the intrusion Maâ Called her P.A from behind her desk âThe Applicants are ready for youâ âThank You Seunâ She replied still looking down at the city in front of her âTell them I will be there in a minute or twoâ âYes Maâamâ Her Morning had been busy, learning about the secret meeting at the beach house had caused an unprecedented chain of events that had her moving up events on her calendar âGosh she hated being rushed, it was a family somethingâ Adeola Kelly is fifth-generation blue blood from one of the richest families from the Southeastern part of the country. Her family had been relevant in society before the era of the Colonial master. Starting first as slave traders, the family soon evolved to prominent farmers as soon as the slave trade became abolished after which they transitioned into owners of unregistered Credit houses that gave quick loans to farm-owners interested in getting money fast, not minding the terms and conditions of repayment. It was during one of these deals a troubled business owner of a commercial bank had walked into her grandfatherâs credit house around the Lagos Marina and requested some financial aid to save his bank from going under. Her grandfather who had been looking for a way to legitimize the family business had instantly jumped on the opportunity, and pumped in liquid funds into the commercial bank in return for company shares. To make sure he succeeded with his plans, he had coerced other shareholders to sell off their shares to him until he became the largest shareholder of the commercial bank, pushing out the original owner. Everyone had expected the bank to crumble under Grandpa Kelly but the old man surprised all his critics when the bank declared its profits after the corporate take-over. It was an industry shocker; one that the so-called industry experts had not expected from a bank managed by an uneducated Loan shark. The business had grown from a simple commercial bank to a strong multi-faced financial house with interest in real estate, manufacturing, and technology, surviving through the ever-changing business climates in the country as a result of the relentless efforts of the Kelly family. It was no big deal to the family, their philosophy had always been, "For the Money, To the Family, From the Peopleâ. With her shoulders squared and her head held up straight, she turned away from the view of the city and walked to where her secret safe was, punched in the codes, and pull out a burner cellphone from the lot that was in the safe. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 5:32am On Nov 26, 2021 |
It was past 11 am in the city of Lagos but to Kb, it was just three more hours to go with the hellish boring team review meeting in this slave camp called his workplace. The meeting had been on for two hours now and all the principal officers in the Firm had all had their turns sucking it up to the Boss, how magnanimous he was, how brilliant and creative he is and how lucky they were to be under his tutelage. âYepedi yen yen yenâ Kb thought to himself as he watched his department head take a bow towards the Boss before taking his seat. âThank you Mr. M, that was quite insightfulâ Announced the HR manager, A fun-looking pretty lady with a very attractive smile. But, donât be deceived by her looks because there was absolutely nothing resourceful about her. She represented a large percentage of other HR personnel that believed more in making the Boss look good and reducing the cost overhead per personnel for the firm. âTo her, it was more about in what new ways can I add up to your worklo0ad without increasing the Firmâs responsibilities to you.â She is quite good at it, now it was time to watch her blow off their Boss in her Mindâ Kb Thought with a smile as he adjusted himself on the seat. The Introduction from HR did not take too long but the accolades and encomiums took around seven mins and 42secs. Now you may be thinking, it is either KB hates his boss or he is jealous of him, the truth is yes you are right. He both hates his boss and is jealous of all he has been able to get away with. Dr. Nduka; A seasoned bully and an all-around user that thinks and feels the world of his employees should revolve around him, he is an over-grown big baby and the greatest violator of intellectual rights in the country but to the world, he is the pioneer of information technology in Nigeria. Heck, he even got honorary doctorate degrees from three tertiary institutions in the country. The simple fact that KB is not able to do all that Dr. Nduka does and gets away with irks me to the extreme. This bully built a platform where young minds could openly share and discuss their tech ideas all in the hopes that Dr, Nduka would catch on to their discussions and help them bring such ideas to life. However, Nduka had other plans. Once he catches on to a bright idea, he reels in the originator or originators with the talks of mentorship. Meanwhile, his hoard of lawyers starts working on patenting and trademarking such tech ideas under the cover of several shell companies that cannot be traced to him. In appreciation to the innocent victims, he offers them internship employments with clusters of contracts that would have them working for him for the rest of their career lives cos they would have to forget about the IT industry if they ever decide to leave his establishment. As KB sat quietly to listen to the inspirational ramblings of his boss, he felt his phone vibrate and decided to have a look at whom or what it was. It was an encrypted message from the Hub âNow this is worth my timeâ KB thought with a smile as he decrypted the message. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 11:02am On Nov 24, 2021 |
The meeting was finally over and the participants were leaving in their different modes of transportation. Walking with the Generals was Sen. Richard and Alh. Ilela, as they arrived at the Sixteen-vehicle convoy that would whisk them 75 miles back to the Airport. The five men got into the armored limousine so they could reach a final agreement before they boarded their different flights Once in the back of an armored Mercedes G63 AMG, the five men looked at each other for a long moment. âYour thoughts Generals?â Asked Alh. Ilela Gen. Aminu RTD. lit a cigarette and replied, âJite thinks we will fire a few warning shots into the Neighboring countries and the world community will step back and allow us to proceed unquestioned.â âAnd you think?â Alhaji asked A sly but genuine smile crossed his face as he passed the lighter to the other generals. âI think we are going to war.â âWar with who Sir?â Asked Senator Richards Gen. Aminu shrugged. âThe whole West African countries, Who else?â âPardon me for saying this General, But you do not sound fazed or worried.â Asked Senator Richard The generals laughed aloud behind a cloud of smoke. âWe welcome the endeavor. We are ready, and only by bloodying the nose of those fucking retards with quick and decisive action, will we be able to pursue all of our goals in that region.â He paused, as his face darkened a little âWe are ready . . . only if we act now. Jiteâs four-year plan is foolhardy. All the objectives He stated needs to be met within the next two years, or the opportunity might be lost. We attack quickly on all fronts, create a new reality on the ground that will have our sister countries and the world at large begging us to take charge of the situation. That is the only way to succeed.â Supplied Gen. Sanusi âBut will the French government permit this?â asked the Senate president. âOf cos, once we have them included in the gas pipeline deal that connects from the refineries to their country, we can be sure to have their support. Moreover, we are only taking over a little portion of their daughter nation, the most rebellious part for that matterâ Answered Air Marshal Gustav âWill the Senate go along with thisâ asked Alh Ilela looking at Sen. Richard âI can assure you Alh. Ilela, our colleagues wonât be a problem,â replied the senator with a knowing smile âmy only concern will be the state Governorsâ âOh those are already in the bag,â Answered Air Marshal Gustav âWill Mazi Jite agree to this?â asked Gen. Sanusi Gen. Aminu shifted his large frame in his seat to look out the window as the sixteen-vehicle motorcade headed west towards the third mainland bridge. With determination, he replied, âNo. Therefore, we will have to create a reality that he will have no choice but to accept.â |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 10:53am On Nov 24, 2021 |
If there was one thing she hated, it was when people looked down on her and treated her like she was a nobody. She was and is the unofficial richest human being in the country at present. Unofficial, because most of her assets were unquantifiable assets on the streets. She owned 10 percent of every naira that runs around the countryâs economy. She is enacting the force behind every financial law, every policy, and every goddamn decree that has kept the country together. She is the Ubangida of the four cardinal points of the country as a whole, and this was her city, her home base. Nothing happens in the digital Underworld without her consent. Somehow, it seems the Chairman of the ruling party thinks she is not worth her words and has decided to take her out of the equation. âHow the fools forget;â She thought to herself as she watched the meeting that was taking place miles away on her IPad. âPlease get me a cup of my morning teaâ She said to her PA âBlack or with Creamâ âBlackâ âCroissant or Biscuitsâ âA mix of Bothâ âAnything else Maâamâ Her PA asked âDeclare the Hackathon open and increase the reward price for anyone that completes the task before the stipulated deadlineâ âNoted Maâamâ âAlso, cancel my engagements for this morning, and please get me a meeting with Egbonâ âOkay Maâamâ With that, her PA left the room, leaving her to pay attention to her mobile device and her writing pad |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 10:18am On Nov 21, 2021 |
He could sense the tension in the room as he entered. His visitors were all bundled up in little groups based on their political differences âNigerians, divided we are, united we shoutâ. Already on their seats and calmly waiting were the old generals, despite being out of power for over two decades now, these men have managed to stay relevant and influential with each democratic dispensation that passed by. âWhy wouldnât they, they had business and personal interest that needs to be protected at all cost. On the far end of the meeting room was the senate president and his colleagues, âthe powerhouse of the nationâs legislaturesâ. Not too far away were the three richest men in the country âThe money bagsâ. Well, it seems everyone that he needs is here. âGentlemen, you are welcome, please have your seatsâ Ven Jite stood back and waited on everyone to have their seats, he took a quick read of the temperature in the room, "he will need to concentrate more on the Generals, the senators were easier to handle especially with the package he had in store for them." âGenerals, thank you for coming, I know how busy your schedule is but thank you for honoring my invitation, and distinguished Senators, thank you for coming and for honoring the nationâs callâ He could see the change in their countenance, with that little greeting he had been able to fatten up their ego and prepare them for the message. He made a slight nod to his Secretary, who immediately started passing out the electronic pads to the people in the room. âGentlemen, our nation is in danger, the very fabric of this nation is about to be torn to shreds and the founding dream flushed down to oblivion âAs you all know, our nation is neck-deep in financial debts, Terrorism is on the rise and we are looking at a nation that will soon be on her knees, getting seriously bleeped by all that cares to have a tasteâ âThe neighboring countries are all out for a piece of our national pride, the international community is waiting on the long-predicted implosion and in over 60yrs of our independence we have never a nation so divided against itself as we do todayâ âIf you would take a look at the e-pads before you, you will see the latest report on the countryâs economy from KPMG; the report shows that our nationâs economy is expected to shrink by 14.5% annually for the next decadeâ âThis means that for the next 10yrs, we will be watching our beloved nation go down the drain and if we donât get to work right now, we would all be seeing our physical and political assets gradually go into extinctionâ Still holding their gaze, Mazi Jite calmly walked to join the men seated in front of him âWith that information at hand, we could both pack up our bags and transfer all our assets to foreign bank accountsâ He got a general grunt from the people in the room âOr we could do the unusual, save the nation and become forever living heroes, we could become Immortalsâ Ven Jite Supplied âI am sorry Mazi Jite but this is no new news, the economic committee has been looking at possible options to mitigate against the country's gradual decline into recessionâ Supplied one of the senators. âAnd did that committee inform you as the chairman, that it might just be a pipe dream as we currently have a negative credit rating with the international financial institution? Just after we missed the last loan repaymentâ supplied one of the Generals. âWe did?â asked the Senate President in shock âBut there was an executive order that the funds should be withdrawn from the Emergency Account, What happened?â âWell for one, the finance minister forgot to inform you that his ministry cannot account for over $50billion in the Nationâs Emergency Funds Account.â âAnd I am sure you do have the details to where that money isâ Inquired Alh. Ilela, the richest man in the country. âAlhaji, it would interest you to know that the money was used by pay the rebels that shut down your multibillion-dollar factory in Cameroun, And it would also interest you to know General Toju that part of the funds was used to force you and your business associates out of the Nationâs portsâ Yes, that struck a nerve, he could the brief winch of pain on the face of the generals and one of the billionaires âWe all know how much that cost the conglomerate.â âOh we do, that cocky bastard cost us a fortuneâ Supplied Chief Amadi, the second richest man in the country. âAnd Senator Richard, it may interest you to know that part of that fund was used to finance the campaign of your opponent, I need not remind you of the effort I had to put in place to avert your lose.â The Senate President gave a slight nod in acknowledgment of what the Party Chairman just said. âSo what do you have in mind Mazi Jite? âAsked one of the generals. âGentlemen slide to page 72 on your iPad, I am sure you will like what you see.â He did not have to wait too long, the looks on the faces of those around him told him that he was on the right path, he had gotten what he wanted. âAll was now in motionâ. 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 10:02am On Nov 21, 2021 |
Ven. Jite Edobor was not one to give in easily to fear but he had time seriously running against him. As He drank yellow peach juice from a tall glass as he stood in the sun. His toes were sunk into wet pebbled sand, and water licked his bare feet and rose to his ankles, nearly touching the fabric of his slacks, which heâd pulled up to his shins to keep dry. Ven. Jite did not look like a beachgoer. He wore a white pinpoint oxford shirt and a regimental tie, and he held his sport coat over his shoulder with a crooked finger while he gazed out to sea, across blue-green water that shone under the noon sun. It was a beautiful day. He caught himself wishing he came here more than once a year. A voice called from behind. âMazi?â It was one of his many titles, but this one was a title from his ancestral hometown, and though he was the chair of the ruling political party, his staff put his traditional title well above his role as Chairman of the CIC Party. He liked it that way, it gave him an odd feel of connection with his ancestors and the dominance they had over others during their time. He ignored the voice, and now he regarded two gray police gunships in the water just a mile or so offshore. A pair of Type 062C coastal patrol boats sat motionless on the still water, their incredible machine guns pointed skyward. They looked powerful, impressive, and ominous. However, to Ven. Jite they looked inadequate. It was a big ocean, a big sky, both were full of threats, but he knew his death was not coming from any of those places; his death was going to come from within. It has been six months since election year and in those six months; he has had to deal with one political coup or the other, all channeled towards getting him off the seat as the Partyâs chair, not that he was surprised, he had expected it to happen but not so damn quick. Following the last general meeting of the party and the latest assassination attempt on his life, the president had told him squarely that he was on his own. ââBloody self-servicer, after all I have done for himââ, he muttered angrily. With that useful information, he has started up some fires here and there to keep the polity busy, and now it was time to initiate the main course meal. With the several death threat and angered party chieftains, it was suggested that more strategic decisions affecting the party and the members should be decided in the small meeting rooms in the party's building among the beach houses in Lagos, rather than the Nation's capital. Security had been tight at this yearâs Standing Committee retreat, just to intimidate anyone planning to create trouble. Moreover, there was good reason for the extra protection, he had just managed to retain his hold on power for the next six months, and He intends to put that to good use. Though most of the coup plotters had either been flushed out or suspended. However, many of their associates are very much in positions of high authority within the party structure. And He feared that the next attempt to take over his seat might be more devastating than the first. As he stood at the waterâs edge, the voice from behind called again. âMaziâ this time around he turned in the direction of the person calling him, there he found the man calling out among the phalanx of security guards surrounding him. It was Tobi, his secretary. âItâs time?â âYes, Mazi. I just received word that the Generals are here.â âAnd the Senators?â They are all waiting in the meeting room. We should get back.â Jite nodded. He would have liked to stay out here all day in his slacks and sleeves. Nevertheless, he had work to do, and this work would not keep. He began walking up the beach, back to his obligations. |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 5:24pm On Nov 17, 2021 |
Feeling Agitated, the president stood from behind his desk and walked to the office window âGet me the Director of Secret Police, and I also want a word with the Chief Press Secretaryâ âYes Mr. Presidentâ âAnd Uduak, reach out to the Un-ruled, we need to have a sit down immediately. Once she was gone, the President took some deep breaths, He knew who the leak was, and âThat pompous arrogant bastard had lived up to his threat.â He walked back to his desk and opened the left secret drawer. From there he pulled out a green folder and placed it on his desk âWell, Well Mr. Snitch, letâs get this party startedâ 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 5:22pm On Nov 17, 2021 |
âGood morning Mr. Presidentâ said his chief of staff as she stepped into his office âGood Morning Uduak, have you seen the news bits this morning?â asked the president âOh that is why I am here, we will be having a very busy day todayâ She replied âOkay let me have itâ âWell this morning you have a meeting with the Minister for Finance and the Guvnor of the Central Bankâ âThose two arrogant slobsâ He grunted âArrogant or not, they are both in charge of the Nationâs financial house and we need to have them happy and committedâ She Supplied with a smile on her face âThat doesnât mean we cannot find other seasoned professionals that can do a better job without being a constant source of politically draining headachesâ âMr. President, need I remind you that, they were both nominated for you by the League of Former Head of States and they also represent the interest of the core northâ âHmm,â He said while taking a sip from his coffee mug âIs there anyone on our team that was appointed by merit and not by political or cultural affiliationâ âWell, we have the Minister for science and technology, whom we selected to assuage the ego of the educational scholars.â âThat blithering idiot with his unrealistic science projects, at least he gives us something to laugh about, so what else?â âYou also have a meeting with the Governor of the Kigawa State; he is here to talk to you about the international airport project for his stateâ âInternational Airport? Why in the bloody hell will that state with little or no economic activities need an international airport, do they want to start exporting Islamic Scholarsâ âErmmm, we promised to give them the airport, it was one of our campaign promises to the people of the state.â â We did?â he asked with a dazed look on his face âwhat they need is to flush out those one too many Islamic factions in the state, do away with those sick religious leaders and focus more on agriculture and renewable energy.â Uduak could not control herself and burst out laughing, âPlease Mr. President, whatever you do, donât let them see this countenance of yours, we donât want another political division.â âSo what would you have me do? âKiss his ego and let him know the Economic team is working at itâ She supplied âHmmm, did you read the bit about the police shooting and the dead youth?â Inquired Mr. President âOh that,â She said with her usual look of how is that news âThe youth need to know their place in the society, playing nigga nigga and dressing like wannabe gangster only puts them in the wrong pic.â And how does that help our planâ The president asked looking at her from the rim of his coffee mug â You donât think that stepping on the toes of an angry nation puts more strain on achieving our aimâ âMr. President, I do understand your point of view but look at this way, a strong law enforcement arm keeps the citizens at bay. So letâs allow the police to do their job while we do oursâ âI disagree with you and thatâs final, get the Chief of Police in here today. I need to talk to him. Next? âThe Vice President has also requested to have a brief meeting with you, something about the Economic recovery roadmapâ âHmm, I forgot about that but then I donât think I am eager to implement a program that would benefit another personâs administrationâ âPardon me, Mr. President, Even if such program would impact positively on the lives of the average citizen and pull the nation away from the third world country ranking? Uduak asked with scorn on her face âForgive me Uduak for sounding selfish but ask yourself what does the average citizen wants, a comfortable life with all they can enjoy now or a bearable life with the hope of a brighter future?â âThe Now syndromeâ âExactly, the now syndrome - No one wants a futuristic solution that would take away the bread off his table all in the hope of a better tomorrow, Moreover I only have 3yrs to be in office, so a 10yrs recovery plan is not going to cut itâ âNoted Mr. Presidentâ âSo what is so important that you had to disturb my morningâ âErm, there has been a leakâ âLeak? What leak?â âRemember our dealings with the rebel force from the neighboring countryâ âOh Thatâ âYes that, an incriminating evidence has just surfaced and itâs all over the dailiesâ âGo Onâ She stood up from the chair and presented him with the news dailies âThereâ âUbima Genocide, Prosecuting Counsel to present new evidence that implicates Government officials.â âHow did this happen?â âI donât know for now but our sources claim that the leak was from our endâ 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 5:14pm On Nov 17, 2021 |
It has been 6months since the election took place, and it seemed everything was back to normal. However, a lot had taken place for him to get back to the Government house. Some deals had to be agreed to, some promises that had to be consented to, not forgetting the ungodly rites of passage he had to go through, all in a bid to make the common man on the street voluntarily give their votes. "If only wishes were horses." The election was seriously contested, his political opponent had spent all the weapons in his arsenal to get him out of the Statehouse. âPoor sod, if only he knew that the people he was fighting for were a bunch of greedy, selfish human beings just out to get what they wanted while painting the "voice of the masses" picture. Hypocrites, he thought, well he was one of them.â He got the close win by using his secret weapon. All he did was some serious political arm-wrestling coated with some illegal blackmailing to get his opponent off the good graces of the people. âIt was no easy feat at all, and boy did he have some names on the to-do list. Bloody backstabbers thinking they could do him in.â As he sat behind his work desk taking his early morning coffee, President Oluwaseun Abubakar took a quick look at the news bits in front of him. The Statehouse press office had done a detailed summary of all the headlines from all the national dailies so the president could be kept abreast of all the important happenings around the country. It was like the early morning dose of horrendous pill swallowing ensued with unwanted challenges that would do its best to distract him from his political objectives. âSo what drama does the nation have for him this wonderful morning?â âHmmm, another youth shot dead by overzealous Anti-Robbery squad, When will these idiots learn? Riling the people up at this time of the year was not going to do any good to an already angered populace, dealing with economic hardship. I should schedule a meeting with the Police chief, He thought as he took a bite of the buttered Swiss biscuit. |
Literature / The Truth (A Fictional Tale) by Gentilhommie(m): 3:24pm On Nov 15, 2021 |
Epilogue It was the campaign year again, a season created in the national calendar with the sole purpose of filling beguiling people with empty promises while playing nice. A soft word here, a seemingly honest look that says I feel your pain, and I would look into it, was all he needed to do to woo over their greedy minds and then earn their votes. God knows He hated the campaign season, bloody leeches all moving around looking for their share of the national Cake. From self-centered religious leaders to predictable social leaders and the most dangerous sets of all, heartless community chiefs, all waiting for their chance for some subtly ass-kissing and some silent palm greasing. He took a quick look at the mammoth crowd in front of him, âPoor gullible moronsâ he thought with a smile âAll out in the hot sun, searching for a hope that is right within their grasp, but they would ignorantly trade it for a morsel of empty promises. It is still a wonder how they never seem to learn that the real champ here was them. But, hey, if they did learn that, he would out of a jobâ His attention shifted to the man standing on the stage, "The honorable Party Chairmanâ the Revered man of God and a highly respected individual in the society. He could not help the naughty smirk that cropped upon his face âRevered my foot, If only the crowd listening to him knew what a chronic pedophile he is, along with his many gambling acts and a master con artistry, well he was not the only one with such loud qualities. Most of the people seated around him are the top de la cream of one vile activity or another. However, the irony of it all was they are the respected leaders of a nation. âGod must be having a hearty laugh on his throne right now. Oh, snap, it is time to switch on the servant leader countenance. It was at that moment he had the Party Chairman announce, And now I give to you the man of the hour, the man right for the job, a man tested and trusted to take our nation forward. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you His Excellency President Oluwaseun Abubakarâ. The crowd went into wild jubilation, with screams and different sounds of shouts. He wasnât budged, he knew most of them were just paid crowd doing their job âAgain, what a fraud, we all areâ 2 Likes |
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