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It's another Friday and Who Wants To Be a Millionaire takes another stage on our television stations. I started watching the show shortly after it started. Sometimes around 2004. I had a knack for general knowledge and I used to brag about how much I knew. I was young in my SS class. I made sure I didn't miss the show every friday night. It was my chance to get my brain working and to find more things to add to my arsenal of knowledge. If there's no light, I'll go to the house of the neighbours that had their generator on. I'll make sure I say the answer loud enough for everyone to hear while watching and I always got the comment that I was intelligent and I should go for the show. I enjoyed the admiration. I had dreams of winning the 5 million. Then, it became 10 million. I watched the first guy that got a million. I saw the first guy that got 5 million. I missed the first showing of the 10 million Naira but I made sure I read the questions and watched part of the repeat too. Over time, I have come to realise that although I love watching, I'll probably win 250,000 naira if I play. A big IF. See, I may never go for the show because of the following reasons: 1) I am a quiet person ('was' is probably closer to the truth) and growing up, I only had one thing that made me relevant: My knowledge and my quest for it. I wasn't physically active in all the masculo-physical activities. I was also slightly introverted. My friends made me. I can count the number of friends I made on my own on one fingers. So, I have always been conscious of going wrong about the thing I got relevance from. I have held knowledge to be my greatest asset. It's who I am and all I represent. I show it when I feel comfortable about it. I have a fear of ever going wrong. In my quest for knowledge, I have found out that it's too much to know. I have a limited lifetime and I knowing all is an impossibility. I have a fear people won't understand if I get on the show and miss a question I have always overlooked but other people somehow know. I'll be sent back to the lowest rung of the ladder. Since I can't know all, I'm afraid to try out something that expects me to know it all. 2) I am not a fan of luck. I take my life into my own hands. The show to an extent is about luck. Two cases present themselves. Aroma's case: there was a question about a referee that stays in his building. That would have put any other person off but luck came through. I hate being at the mercy of luck. The luck in this case isn't the typical opportunity + preparation. I see it as something totally different. Slumdog millionaire is another case. That one in a million chance of questions coming from personal experiences. These two cases show somehow that to win, the world must somehow conspire with your inner experiences. I don't have that much faith in the luck system. 3) What do I stand to lose? Everyday, I paint scenarios of how my life can turn out after the show. If I win the maximum amount, I become a model of knowledge. An embodiment of intelligence. I'll be seen as a sort of god; a knowledge maestro, general knowledge afficionado. It will be a thing of pride. Someone will probably pick his writing materials and write something about me in future. I'll definitely be on Wikipedia as part of those who've won maximum millionaire amounts. A perfect way to leave my footprint on the sands of time. If I lose, what will happen. I lose my standing. I lose my respect. I know that's laughable but there are tens (maybe hundreds) of people who have told me at one point that I'll do well on the show. My life basically will not remain the same. I'll be just another person who really can't stand up when it's most important. And the funny thing is, I only have that one chance to prove myself. I have weighed the options. Glory! Everlasting glory. Or reproach. Deep down within me, my confidence waver and I feel the thought of reproach silencing my visions of glory. I once saw a guy come on the show who couldn't tell if a wildebeest is a herbivore or carnivore. I'm sure his friends had so much faith in him. Pressure maybe. But everyday, I think of what his life is now. What has happened to his confidence. How does he see himself? Is he really still what people think he is. People advice not to care about what people say but to what extent can you try and convince yourself you are not the centre of other people's world. People forget...... Maybe! Maybe not! 4) One chance: as someone who believes in the strength of people and the need to give people chances to prove themselves, the millionaire show is like an end in itself. The final straw. Just one chance to get it right or forever regret or glory in your achievements. The thought is scary. It adds to the pressure of performance. I'm a believer in more chances than one. The show is built in such a way that if you fail, people don't see any other thing you can do. It's the standard and the measure of everything you. You can go and make a good impression. That may go a long way. People may say "oh, he did well." "He's intelligent." But performance is still measured by achievement on the long run. I'm a record breaker. One person has won 10million. I'm not expected to get less. Or maybe I think too highly of what people require of me. But that's my life. It's how I have gotten here. I sadly avoid that truth but my motivation comes from expectations. I have considered all these points, I think about them always. Everyday. They are reasons I may not be on the show. But I live my life now doing things to counter my fears. I have overcome two of the above mentioned points. I am working and daily expanding my knowledge base. I don't see it as an end anymore. I believe the essence of living is in knowing so much about life and not about the reward you get for the knowledge. Knowledge itself is happiness. I have realised that. And one day, if I ever make it on the show, I'll have fun. I'll know I know the things I know and I'm happy I know them. I'll know I didn't just know them to brag about them. I'll know I am a better person not because of the things people expect or because of my achievements but for the fulfilment I find in understanding my world. The world is big, I am always in awe at the vast amount of things to know. Knowledge is my religion. Knowing more puts a smile on my face that I know getting a reward for knowing won't do a better job. P.S: I am now on a quest to get on the hot seat, you can finance my project by contributing towards the goal. Request for my account number if you trust me enough to make history. ![]()
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Pursuant to this post here: https://www.nairaland.com/1848812/10-nigerians-climbing-mt-kilimanjaro#25322842 i found this here: http://ajalayemi./2014/09/02/ice-bucket-challenge-naah-we-climb-in-africa/ and decided to share. Story can also be found here: http://www.thecable.ng/charity-hikers-revel-in-success-of-mt-kilimanjaro-climb While the Ice Bucket Challenge to raise awareness and funding for treatment of ALS was making viral laps of honour around the world, some Africans were doing their own challenge to raise awareness for another rare but serious health condition. In a bid to raise awareness on Down syndrome and fundraise for the Down syndrome Foundation, 2 Nigerians and a Cameroonian professional summited Mt Kilimanjaro on Friday 22nd August at about 9.00am. The charity hike called Climb for Down syndrome was organized by Inspired by charity, a Lagos based social enterprise. The professionals, Umar Farouk Umar a UK based software engineer, Thierry Mbimi, Director of Financial Risk Management at KPMG Lagos and Adedotun Eyinade, a Tanzania based Global Fellow with Acumen Fund embarked on the 6-day hike on Monday 18th August through the Machame route. “This is by far the most challenging thing I have done in my three decades of existence”, said Eyinade Adedotun, co-founder of Inspired by Charity. “We braved the odds of Altitude Mountain Sickness (AMS), physical exhaustion and freezing sub-zero temperature of the summit night to reach Uhuru Peak, the roof of Africa. According to Thierry Mbimi, one of the hikers, summiting Mt Kilimanjaro was no mean feat, and remains a testament to the team’s determination and undying courage in the quest of championing a worthy cause. Machame route, one of the seven routes to Uhuru peak is said to be the most scenic and is preferred because it allows for hikers to acclimatize to the altitude. In all the team hiked for close to 40 hours across five distinct ecological zones to reach Uhuru peak (5,895meters) We hope more Nigerians will be encouraged to donate to support the outstanding work that the Down Syndrome Foundation is doing to provide succor and care to persons living with Down Syndrome, said, Umar Farouk Umar who joined the hiking party from his base in London. “That was the very motivation for our climb; we are grateful for the encouragement we received during the climb and we hope that more people will be inspired to give out of appreciation for our modest efforts”, he added. In order to supplement the donations already received, pictures from the climb will be packaged into a coffee table book, and a public exhibition of the pictures will also be made. Proceeds from the sales of the book and the exhibition will be donated to support the work of the Down Syndrome Foundation Nigeria. Donations to the Down Syndrome Foundation can be made directly to their bank account as well as on 234give.com, a crowdfunding site. Climb for Down Syndrome was supported by: KPMG, Ynaija, Premium Times, The cable news, Ekekee, One Life Initiatives, Development Diaries and Jobberman
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So you guys have no idea what an AWARENESS campaign is?! No wonder una baff with salt this morning. Those guys are sending themselves with their money in order to create awareness to this de-humanizing condition and you are here displaying childishness. Na wa ooo |
If you have a relative with Down syndrome or someone suffering from the challenge, you will understand why it is an important issue. People with Down syndrome usually have an IQ (a measure of intelligence) in the mildly-to-moderately low range. They are also slower to speak than other children. People who suffer from Down syndrome are relegated, denigrated and stigmatised because of some retrogressive myth and tradition. Between 16 and 23 August 2014, 10 African professionals will undertake a charity climb for to Uhuru summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, Kenya. The hiking party hopes to use the climb to raise awareness about Down syndrome and help to raise 10,000,000 naira (Ten Million Naira) for the Down Syndrome Foundation (DSF). DSF is a renowned charity that works to provide leadership, support and advocacy in all areas of concern as it relates to persons with Down syndrome in Nigeria. Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest freestanding Mountain at 5,895m high, attracts over 40,000 people every year who seek to climb the mountain. Of the seven summits, it is the easiest to climb, requiring no ropes, or special mountaineering gears or previous climbing experience. The Climb for Down Syndrome Party will be climbing through the Machame route, one of the seven routes to Uhuru summit. The choice of the route according to Dotun Eyinade, the convener is to ensure that everyone acclimatizes quickly and to increase the chances of success. “Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro remains a physical and mental challenge and for many of us it will be one of the most physically exacting things we would do in our youth” he added. Inspired by Charity views the experience as more than an adventure but a purposeful intervention in support of the Down Syndrome Foundation, as it executes its charitable mandate in providing critical succor to a vulnerable community. Eyinade, a Fellow with Acumen Fund said the team would leverage the media, especially new media platforms to raise awareness about Down syndrome and the Foundation. As socially minded professionals, we consider the hike a transformational experience, one which requires courage, grit and determination; we are excited about the prospect of using the hike to fundraise for Down syndrome foundation and help to place down syndrome on the front burners of public discourse again. The professionals are drawn from the KPMG, Seven Energy, Generation Enterprise, Acumen Fund amongst others. Accordingly, Climb for Down Syndrome has received the endorsement of the Down Syndrome Foundation. “This is a worthy and unique concept which I believe must be the first of its kind in our country. We would love to thank the team for believing in our cause and finding our Foundation worthy to benefit from this unique event,” said Mrs Rose Mordi, President, Down Syndrome Foundation. Donations in support of the Climb can be made directly to the bank accounts of the Down Syndrome Foundation as well as on http://www.234give.com, a crowdfunding platform Ultimately, the idea is to raise awareness about this and to raise funds for Nigeria’s Down Syndrome Foundation www.downsyndrome-ng.org to continue its good work. Six people have been confirmed for the trip. http://www.punchng.com/i-punch/when-ebola-can-save-a-life/a-life/ http://ajalayemi./2014/08/08/nigerians-climbing-mt-kilimanjaro-for-down-syndrome/ |
It was 3 am when Djimou first heard the noise. It started as a low rumble from the horizon, but built up gradually as the seconds ticked away. Soon, the noise was so much that his wife and three year old son woke up startled and cuddled up to him instinctively. He huddled them in a corner of the room farthest from the source of the noise as it grew exponentially in a direction towards them. The noise continued to grow as it moved close to them and then it engulfed them. In between the heavy palpitation of his heart and his mutterings of rote prayers, he eventually deciphered the noise of heavy duty engines of various vehicles. The vehicles passed his raffia home and continued on the beach towards the ocean. Djimou eventually summoned courage to peep through his window and see what was going on ten minutes after the vehicles had passed and he started hearing voices ordering men around. He saw sixteen mini-trucks with large carriers attached to them. All the carriers were being offloaded of boats he had only seen the type of in magazines that Henry his fellow fisherman and cousin always like to read. Men, dressed in khaki and boots moved around with military precision. In the midst of the work stood a short man who wore glasses and had a little pot belly. He issued orders with the air of one who was used to issuing orders and getting them obeyed at once. Djimou perched by his window, watching the men work, till he got cramps in his left leg and changed to his right. When they had unloaded the boats, they proceeded to unload the contents of the trucks into them. Djimou stopped breathing when he saw the first of it being unloaded, but he wasn’t much surprised. He had known, from his experience as a child-soldier in the Sierra Leonean civil war that these men were killers. He saw guns, rocket-propelled grenades and other weapons transferred into the boats. He thought of calling the Police but immediately dismissed it. They would only complicate things and his family would get caught up in the crossfire. And these guys would probably win the shootout against the police and visit vengeance on them if they survive. The only hope they have of surviving is for the men to leave to wherever they are going to and never return. He looked at his wife, who was still wide-eyed, and his son, who had fallen asleep and muttered another prayer to the gods. He had lost faith in the Mediterranean God during the war. His prayers were eventually answered around 4:30am as sixteen men got into the trucks and drove away in a single file. The remaining men, including their commander, pushed the boats into the water and pushed off into the ocean. Djimou could have sworn that the commander’s eyes were fixed on him despite taking care he was concealed at the window side. His plan of sleeping in the hut to wake early and make his first catch by 5:30 am was not going to happen again. At the first light, he will send his wife and child back to his town in the hinterland and abandon this portion of the beach and move back with the pack of fishermen down the coast. He won’t make as much money as he would have fishing with one with his cousin as his side-kick, but that would do. There is safety in numbers. ********************************************************************************** “Boss, I just got a call from Segun at AIT. He said we should all watch their station now!” said Chuka as he barged in into his editor’s office. The editor said as he got up “Yinka at NTA also just told me the same thing. How is it that the President wants to address the nation and we didn’t know about it? Mohammed has said nothing of such is being planned at the Villa now?” He finished as he strode into the news room. It had been a very crazy day and everyone in the room was functioning on adrenalin and in some cases various poisons of choice, in order to be able to survive emotionally the coming hours that promise to stretch them even more. They have had to agonize over their friends and families and as the pictures came in they had been shocked. The editor was thankful that none of his family members was involved and had turned to consoler-in-chief to those who had lost their family members, including to the family of two members of staff that they had also lost. Everyone stopped working and looked at the screen as the editor increased the volume to the maximum as the blank screen gave way to a lanky man in the middle of the screen sitting on a sofa, wearing a mask. “Nigerians, you have been wondering who planned the attacks on Marina this morning. I did. My name is irrelevant and I represent no organization. You can call me Faceless. This is the first and the last time you will see or hear me speak in words. Hence forth, I will speak only in action like the one I did earlier today. You all know what happened today but I will recount it for you, in order to quash whatever lie and untruth that your government has and will say about it. Eight teams of two boats each under my command attacked Lagos Island. Two teams engaged the navy, fending them off the other six teams. Three teams each went to destroy the Third Mainland, Carter and Eko bridges, with instructions to cause irreparable damages and maximum casualties. One was sent to destroy as many tank farms and ships in Apapa. One was sent to Ikoyi to destroy as many homes as possible. One was sent to target some very specific companies on Marina and Victoria Island and bring down their headquarters. The key to understanding what has happened today lies in the companies that were specifically targeted. I was a young man in this country burning with zeal, passion and ideals who begged and craved for a chance to prove himself. That was however denied me by these companies. They made me part of the recruiting process to legitimise the taking of their own friends and families. Nepotism was the order of the day and everyone engaged in it. Yet I persevered. I went to banks, oil companies and every corporate organisation I could find and found the door slammed on my face. Many times I was found worthy, getting to the last stage and many times, another person who knows someone who knows someone got the job ahead of me. This repeated disappointment made me think about the true nature of the society and made me observe the morals and values of the Nigerian people. And what I found out left a bitter taste in my mouth. What I found out were a set of people who have Stockholm syndrome and would rather kill one another than their oppressors. They would rather judge their fellow sufferer harshly based on ethnicity, creed or perceived “cool” status than judge their oppressors. And they would name that “survival”. They have the ethos of “Everyman for himself and God for us all”. Their belly is their god and their pocket its prophet. They would do anything to get what they want, including sacrificing peoples’ lives, hopes and aspirations and these same people queue for their own turn to inflict such pain on others. They then use any of the religious texts to justify themselves. I couldn’t stomach it and took a very hard and agonizing course to purge myself of the love for the country and its people. I left the country in January 2013 in order to make it in another country. However, I made a solemn promise to myself that I would show my people the logical conclusion of their moral values and philosophical codes. I will come back and make sure that they see what evil they have produced, nurture and perpetuate. I have come back now. You have made me the man I am: a man without values and morals. Anything I want, I will do absolutely everything possible to get it without acknowledging principles of love for fellow man, due process or conscience. I am the deacon in the church and the imam in the mosque. I am the assistant commissioner of police and the commandant of that military base. I am the air traffic controller, the pilot and the NURTW executive. I am the market woman, the teacher and the medical doctor. I live among you I am everywhere now. I am faceless. I see you but you can’t see me. So you ask, what has all these got to do with what happened today? Here is it: all those companies that were targeted are part of those that did not offer me employment. I just settled a personal matter between them and I. I will settle the score with the other ones later. The companies must seize to exist. The country, Nigeria, must cease to exist as it is. Every Wednesday, I will launch attack at any location of my choice: government, business or residential. I will attack everywhere. I am everywhere. Nowhere is safe. I have decided to fulfil the prophecies of the United States some years after it should have come to pass. How will I do this? Don’t I fear my family members will be involved? Well, I have given up on them as I have given up on Nigerians. The only thing that is wrong with Nigeria is Nigerians. I will dispose of Nigerians and become its last President. The President of Nigeria’s Ashes. That is my demand: If you want to survive, emigrate. This patch of land, this geographical expression, this inchoate nation must never be inhabited again. I, and my associates, will kill until there is no one remaining on this land. You must leave this land and your last act of parliament must be that appointing me and my offspring the Everlasting President. If you like, go to your God-forsaken churches and Mosques to cry to your Jewish and Arabic Gods; you will die. If you like call on the international community to help; you will die like the Syrians, Afghans, Rwandans, Somalis and Iraqis. But please, don’t declare that comedy you call “State of Emergency”; it will only make me angrier. Nigerians, you have till next Wednesday before our next meeting. If you like, get out. And see how other nations think and act. They won’t allow you to mess them up. If you like, stay and fight me. You will die. Others will die. Nigeria will die. Happy packing” The picture on the screen slowly faded with a background sound of evil laughter taken from the end of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video. The remote control slid from the Editor’s hand as his mind started calculating how much he had and how he will get his family out. He was not to know, until it was late, that the Naira had lost all its value and wasn’t worth the paper it was printed upon. It was now ashes. And he was its president. Follow @AjalaYemi on Twitter |
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. David Herbert Lawrence "I see no changes, wake up this morning and I ask myself, is life worth living, should I blast myself..." Tupac Amaru Shakur Ralph was ready. He’s been ready for a long while now but he had been waiting. For what: a saviour; a miracle; a blessing? He can’t say for sure but he was waiting to see if he can get one. Now, he feels he can never get it. So he was very ready. He sighed as he took the foolscap sheet and placed it on his wooden table in the corner of his room. January harmattan breeze seeps in but he felt no cold as if the candle on the table provides enough warmth. He writes: “Dear Seun, I have decided to end my life. I have been thinking about it for about a month. When you gave me that ultimatum three days ago, you convinced me that this is the only way. This is the only thing I can do that will end my suffering and your own stagnancy. I forgive you for pushing me to this. You want to dump me if I don’t get a job before the end of next month? You have already dumped me in your mind dear. No-one gives such ultimatum without already having a back-up plan. I wish both of you luck – him especially. In fact, I will help him by advising you so you cannot drive him to committing suicide. Appreciate the little things he does for you. The more you appreciate him, the more he will do happily. A wise woman knows the importance of speaking life into her man. If you love him: believe in him, encourage him and be his peace. Do not give ultimatums: that is blackmail and telling him he is stupid and lazy. I would not defend myself of all the veiled references your words have carried in the last four months. Your actions and intonations have told me that you believe I’m the one who chose to be without a job. I forgive you. I forgive you of slowly taking away my warmth and my life. Remember me once in a while dear. “ He signed his name and sighed, using the back of his hand to clean the water coming out of his eyes. He had wanted to say more but he could go on anymore. He stood up and stretched himself and walked to the window. He stared at the motionless street below, hours away from its boisterous alter-ego. He got back to the table and folded the paper, wrote Seun’s name on it and stapled it. He placed it alongside other letter he had written in the new poetry book by ‘Yemi Ajala his friend, Seyi had borrowed him just before Seun’s call three days ago, but he had not gotten around to reading it. A word caught his eyes and he decided to read the poem. [center]I will commit suicide Today is not my death day. I will commit the suicide tomorrow. I will select the toughest of noose Or the deepest part of the lagoon. A high calibre Israeli shotgun? A cocktail of lethal ingestion? Any! Living is no longer fun. Everybody lies to me. “Jesus loves you”.”Allah loves you”. So this is how Deity shows love?! “Therapy would make you better”. Those lies work no more on this guy. Nothing matters to me no more. None of the isms, schisms, nor the Politico-ethno-nonsense. I just want to see once again Little Ajoke’s eyes, smiles. So Today is not my death day. I will commit the suicide tomorrow.[/center] He broke down completely and cried his gut out for what seemed hours. He slept off in the ocean of his tears. Amope’s voice, calling on him to come and buy his customary pap and bean-cake for breakfast, woke him. He remembered that her child’s name is Ajoke, a bubbly kid with a beatific smile. He smiled as he stood up to go outside. He will wait for one more day. ...Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try and fix you ----Coldplay. (Author's note: Suicide is becoming more commonplace in my country Nigeria. Something urgent needs to be done.) |
Dude, you need a Sam to your frodo. You need a wing man as all great feats need support. I'm your man. Here is what you get with me: 1) A writer who can do all the blogging 2) A sociable nerd with penchant for usable knowledge 3) My surname is Ajala. It's in the blood. No mind all the peeps saying it's undoable. Let us prove the wrong. Yes We Can. |
Waoh! Are you guys Nigerians?! I thought they said we don't read! I've read some of the ones you guys have recommended and will try and get the others. My own recommendation is two: first is Revolutionary Wealth by Alvin Toffler. Absolutely fantastic book that talks about the wealth of the future, how it's going to be created and who is most probably going to create it. It's a powerful book that changes one's content and context of viewing the world. Toffler's other books [Powershift, Third Wave, Future Shock] are also powerful...google them. The second is Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. I know it's a novel but I think it's a philosophical book masquerading as one. Absolutely powerful book that gives a philosophical backing to capitalism. |
The wisemen who came to Jesus saw a star and recognised it as the star of a great king. = Astrology. They even followed it to the point of the birth = Astronomy. If God can send an Angel to appear to this people and send them the other way from Herod, who are we not to believe astrological readings? I've found that the ones on howstuffworks.com are uncannily true, |
Dreams deferred Sitting down in the midst of the ruckus at the Block A common room of Henry Carr Postgraduate Hall Of University of Lagos refused to uplift my spirit. Monday night was for arguing about the fortunes of English Premier League clubs’ weekend performance. Tuesday, ahh, Tuesday is day that I call “Desperation Day”. It is the day that PG students fight, beg and pray over The Guardian, famed for its publication of numerous adverts for job seekers on this day every week. Men old enough to marry but cant, men who are supposed to bring joy but now hide in shame from their family and friends. Dreams deferred etched into the faces of old young men, sighs of disillusionment emanates from amputated souls and silent prayers offered by manacled spirits to a Supreme Deity who seems to have forsaken them. I am one of them. Walking through the streets of Bariga, a densely populated area close to Akoka, where the University is located in the morning of any working day, one cannot help but notice able-bodied men, some barely out of their teens while others already in their middle-ages, lazying about as if confused about what they woke up that day for. If one listens well, one can hear the mental shrug to fate they give as they peruse the pages of Arsenal Focus, Red Devils or any other cheap-to-purchase sports newspaper as they seek escape from their situation. If one looks well, one will see under the veneer of their devil-may-care attitude, a soul yearning for purpose and fulfilment, no matter how small. One can almost touch the surrender of the middle class group with one’s middle class. Theirs is dreams forgotten. I am one of them. Our problem, of course, is that we have no jobs. We have no money in our pockets to fulfil our hearts’ desire in the moral pursuit of happiness. The rate of unemployment in Nigeria is astronomical, whosever data you consult. This army of unemployed is waiting, precariously perched on the edge, for a solution to these woes from the elite and political class. The middle aged group scoffs in disgust, disillusionment and sufferance, pointing out that they will rather look to the sky for their help. They may have a point. The elite and political class behaves as if it is not their problem. It is not. Yet. To solve these, we can borrow an idea from renowned philosopher, Bertrand Russell, who posited that people who have jobs that pay more than what they need to live a comfortable life should work for less hours and the remainder of the jobs given to equally qualified jobless people as this reduces social tension, social ills and promote meaningful idleness, which he said is the bastion of civilization. In as much as the ideas in “In Praise of Idleness”, it presupposes economic activities surrounding the Industrial revolution, where machines made things manually easier and faster to produce. However, Nigeria is a de-industrializing nation and the world has moved on to the 21st century – the information economy. We may be tempted to nationalize – by fiat make everything consumed in Nigeria to be produced in Nigeria. This may solve our problem as it is true that almost everything in Nigeria – except the humans and the trees – is imported. Containers come to Nigeria bearing goods and are converted to shops to sell same goods, and in some cases houses. Since we are not filling the containers up and sending our own produce back, why not just consume what we produce? There is however a snag: the level of mutual distrust amongst Nigerians is astronomically high. An average Nigerian going out to conduct a business transaction, either as simple as buy batteries from the corner shop or complex like a bank transaction, expects to be duped either on quality or price – or both. A closed economy cannot develop in such an atmosphere, so the China option (closing your economy to build your industrial and economic base) may not work in Nigeria as we are a different people with a different set of values and work ethic. And the same bane of the previous argument still holds here – the world has moved on to the information age. Personally, I favour the Asian Tigers route. This involves a two-pronged approach: industrialize by making cheaper versions of goods (tangibles) and start making serious research so that you can also compete on the information or knowledge platform (intangibles). We still lack the capacity to be self sufficient as a nation and so we need to make an industrial base, not only from manufacturing for ourselves but other nations (especially African) a priority. But the revolutionary wealth one can produce from the knowledge economy is staggering when compared with that of industrial economy, so it will mark a step in the right direction to invest heavily in the future and products that will be the fulcrum of the future society. One of these products is energy. Energy is the most ubiquitous product on earth as everyone needs it. The world now mostly run on crude oil, but that will change sooner than we think. The Stone Age did not end because of lack of stones; the Oil Age will not end because of the lack of oil. The focus has shifted to cheaper renewable energy and the country that can develop a system of simple, easy-to-use, cheap technology for energy production will be the next superpower. Imagine in a Nigerian laboratory, propounds a theory and goes on to build a machinery that can make electricity and the raw material is salt-water? That will bring a fantastic return to the country in terms of patents and companies producing the machine out of Nigeria. Most people do not know that Nokia started from a village by the same name in Finland. Before such any set of solution can be implemented in Nigeria, of course, there must be political will from the ruling class to seize the bull by the horn and stop playing the ostrich. Do you see the present political class doing it? Thus there is a need for a departure from the present politics of the day and the present set of rulers/politician. The questions now come in torrent: who to replace them with, how to replace them, and what kind of politics/system/leader to replace them with. I do not have all the answers. But I have some nudging towards a Nazi-kind of take over whereby a set of young vibrant and charismatic youths (not more than five) who will codify all sets of belief, ideals and practises that militate against our national growth. They will then set about a new set of standards belief and ethos – more like a new set of constitution. They must be wide-reading charismatic individuals who will now preach and live this ethos. By and by, they will have to organize themselves in the hope of seizing power the way the Nazi did – by ballot and strong-arm tactics. The latter is necessary as the old guard and all that benefit from this present state will resist them and they can only count on lukewarm support from the masses. When they eventually get power at the centre, they find that their job is half-done as the people that do not believe the thinking would be in the minority. The ethnic nationality of these youths should not be asked as one does not ask of the ethnic nationality of a doctor/surgeon when one is terribly ill. This maybe the best way, maybe it isn’t. But we must find a way to change (not reform) the present state of things; else, we are going to find people committing suicides and other fatalistic attributes being exhibited. And don’t say Nigerians don’t commit suicide; that was before AbdulMuttalab and the Boko Haram boys turn it to a past time. And what of the unemployed husband that butchered his banker wife? More is coming, if we are not careful. |
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Dude, No mind all the people wey dey bad mouth you. I feel your question jare. What they do not understand is that things like IQ are very hereditary; you want dullards for kids?? Or can her IQ carry the kind of responsibility you envisage a wife of yours will have to carry?? To answer question, I think you can still marry her if she has proven to be a resourseful person who is highly motivated and the main question, if she loves you. Don't fall in love with your eyes closed. Rise in love together with eyes open. P.s. Ladies always tell me wooing sound like a business proposal, lol |
In a certain black community, A place in the Americas or Africa, A young man groaned in pining. Love unrequited made him solemnly swear That Earth will see. The burning fury Of a man scorned will be made bare. Since women wont in his relative poverty Deal with him, even his most dear, He will anything give to become wealthy. Then, all ladies better beware! Anger helped him achieve monofocus Without fail he progressed steadily Soon he was wealthy and changed his status From a poor goody enthusiastic adonis To a multi-women playing peacock Innocent baby lawyers were his specialty As the girl who broke his heart was one He called what he did cancelling Cancelling cruelly the girls' bright futures He mad many girls to their pillows cry He made his friends and family cry too Mum said "I'm old. Please go and marry" Best friend fell just short of calling him a fool His reply: "Girls only just want my money. When I was poor, to them I was not cool Now they all rush to call me honey They must suffer!" he said losing his cool. When a girl died because of him, He finally agreed to take things cool And find a gentle girl and live in bliss He eventually found a delectable miss A lady lawyer gentle as a dove She fell for his charm and wit with ease. Herself from a rich family, to his wealth said no. Wedding night came, with its attendant duties The bride paused, asked "Who is hussy?" "I am" he replied and then had to freeze As his wife had turned to a pig His jaw fell to the floor as she rescind "My husband" he heard himself speak |
Once upon a time In Nigeria there was a lady From the clan of first twin Who brought increase in wealth It was love at first sight I was lost at first sight Of her, lost in those deep eyes Fell, at first hearing of her sighs Like a siren, she drew me out "Good morning" she said sonorously "I love you" I replied foolishly Her 108-carat smile flashed on My homeostatis and logic switch off I was salivating like Pavlov's dog I couldn't see my pining blunder All I saw was a Nigerian Cleopatra Beautiful Nubian skin, rich black hair Not too skinny, not too fat Of the right size, to hold at the side With an undefinable quality and energy Like that of Joan of Arc Queen Victoria had nothing on her! The best of her was her mind, She had a very beautiful mind. Once you look into her eyes Her gorgeous diamondic eyes You'll see a throbbing soul A beatific mind waiting to Bestow her many gifts to the earth At every opportunity she could find She gave to me her greatest gift of all, Her love which I couldn't help but fall Hopelessly, reverently and shamelessly into, And I was loved more than all in truth. Her second best gift was to the people. Always looking to create and add value In ways so subtle and some so extravagant, She brought light and life more abundant. As a President and a President's darling She went everywhere bearing good tidings. Now 300 years later I remember An ancient force triggering my memory As I gaze down her picture by Ogun River The banks of emotion came overflowing Rather of adoration than of sadness I screamed to the four winds "She's the best" My NOW mate looked pleasantly amused Thinking it was beginning of a new love song Ba! I'm through with that profession For if I am here after all these years She definitely must be out there Find her I must and banish all fears Of dreams forgotten and hopes deferred As the world awaits our final emergence Our returning it to lost innocence. |
I had a problem with making resolutions. My problem started and ended with Pinky and The Brain. The Steven Spielberg’s cartoon featuring two lab rats, a tall goofy Pinky and a smallish megalomaniac, “The” Brain was my favourite cartoon in my early teenage years when one is highly impressionable. Herein lay the start of my problem: I was impressed with Brain resolution every dawn, after a failed overnight mission, with a set face and a grim determination glinting from his eyes to “try and take over the world!” So I started making resolutions for my days, weeks, months and of course the popular “New Year Resolutions”. I also set some resolutions for before and after I get married. In fulfilling my resolutions I was met with partial success. Some of the resolutions were incredibly stupid and ludicrous to begin with so had absolutely no chances of achievement. An example was my resolution to always be the tallest in all my classes, a resolution I made when I was in JSS 3 and the tallest in my class. I was accorded respect by the virtue of it, and it became the clincher in the battle to be the captain of my class and the captain of captains of my arm. When we got to SSS1, some new intakes from Federal Government colleges and Navy secondary schools were not only taller than I was but were slightly more brilliant. And then I began to fill out, apparently having had an early growth spurt. By the time I entered my first higher institution, I was of average height. Then there were the ones made that had a very good chance of achievement but were only met by half-success due to lack of dedication. Most of these were made off-the-cuffs because it seemed like the right thing to make. Example is the yearly resolution to pay my tithe to the last kobo every given new year. However, by acts of omission or commission, I only managed to pay about half the total amount in any given year. Every time I heard a preaching about the positives of tithing and the repercussions of doing otherwise, I rededicate myself, only for some months. I have found that this is so because deep down, I do not believe that one has to pay tithe to a church. Though the principle is inviolate, the practise is not, as one gives back to God through helping others (without hoping for a reward) and not only through paying to a particular church or the other. I guess at the stage when I was old enough to start paying tithes, I had become more mature and realized subconsciously that one had to believe logically in the underlying truth and fact of such resolution and one must be committed towards achieving it. By this time I had finished my one year compulsory IT after my ND programme and was about to embark on my degree. So I made new resolutions including finishing top of my class, remaining a virgin until marriage, having my own house before I marry, amongst others. I eventually graduated as top of my class. However, I stumbled on my resolution to be chaste till marriage by listening to others. I had met the most wonderful girl in the world during my final year in school. She was in part three of a five year course, and I was at the stage where I thought it was okay to start a serious relationship, so I wooed her. She agreed and we started our relationship. She told me she was a virgin and I also informed her of my own resolution, so we found ourselves complimentary on that score. My final year in school was my best year as I finished valedictorian and had the love of a wonderful lady. Then I went for NYSC. Secured in the love of my lady, I had no intention of partaking in the recreational sex that corpers are notorious for and was rest assured that she will also remain chaste till we get married. Until that fateful day, six months into my youth service. We had gone to the state secretariat for our monthly General CD where I met some corpers from my school who insisted I must pass the night with them in the state capital. Since it was a Friday, I acceded, planning to return to my base the next day. During the course of the evening, I followed them to a drinking to a drinking joint, where we met other corpers from our school. As drinks loosen tongues, tales of exploits, both sexual and otherwise, where flying from every corner amidst rancorous laughter. Suddenly, I heard the name of my lady and I instantly became alert. One boy who finished from the same department as my lady was talking of how he slept with her in a closet during a departmental dinner. Before he finished talking, another was already midway into how he had slept with her several times in his room when she was still a jambite. By this time I was sweating from head to toe, shaking with rage, fury, anger and contempt. When a third guy claimed he was the one that actually dis-virgined her within two weeks of her resumption as a jambite, I found myself reaching for his jugular. The guys did not know the reason why I suddenly flew into rage and after we were separated, I left for my base that night. I was hurt and aggrieved. I cried like a baby that night: she was my first girlfriend. By morning I had made a decision: I was going to also have my way with her as a payment for all the time, love and money I had invested and afterwards call the relationship off. Within the month, the secondary school where I was teaching went on vacation. I sought and got the permission to travel, so I journeyed to my alma mater. My anger had subsided but my quest for vengeance was waxing stronger. I had a plan. I had not told my lady I was coming, planning to take her by surprise. She was surprised to see me, but more surprised that I arrived at 10:30pm! She was concerned that we would have to pass the night in the same room and given the sexual tension that had always existed between us that our virginity would not survive the night. I reassured her of my commitment to our chastity with a smile, telling her that my personal conviction was more moral than religious so I wouldn’t yield easily to temptation. Being an avid reader, I had called on resources from books I had read and had planned her seduction with military precision. She had no defence to my subtle manoeuvres. By 2 am, she was willing to have sex with me and I was more than ready. It was to my eternal shame that I felt a sticky liquid on the bed sheet after we finished, which on confirmation turned out to be blood. She was actually a virgin! Instead of the joy of conquest, I felt the nadir of self-defeat. I had believed a bunch of drunken liars, who were out to increase their social rep, over my lady. I had allowed myself be used to defeat our resolution. I could only plead and reassure my lady of my undying love for her, as she cried softly beside me, and vowed that in my mind, heart and soul, I was already married to her. This was the most painful resolution I had broken. I wanted to make sure it was my last, so I embarked on a soul search. After two months of soul search and looking back to my past resolutions, both fulfilled and fulfilled, I made a crucial discovery: Resolutions are made to be broken. The resolutions that become fulfilled are the ones that were successfully turned into goals. Any resolution that is built of vague statements, half-truths and non-truths will crumble like a pack of cards. The difference between making just resolutions and setting goals is this: Goals come with a plan to be worked on day and night, resolutions are just statements with vague parameters. Any goal without a plan is just a resolution. Any goal that will be achieved has to have its plan and the execution of it worked on day and night. If I had a plan on how to get and use Human Growth Hormone, I would have been able to be the tallest in my classes (and suffer the consequences later). It was because I had a plan to read till I dropped that I was able to top my class. What brain has is a goal, “To take over the world” and not a resolution, “I will be the best person to take over the world”. The only clog in his wheel is his sidekick, Pinky, a fun-loving quintessential NFA: No Future Ambition. The clog in my own will to remain chaste was surrounding myself and listening to derailing liars. I was only executing my plan; I was not working on the plan itself to make sure it becomes foolproof. Being humans, our plans must be reviewed periodically, since there is no perfect plan, to ensure its success. My plan was hinged on my lady being chaste. When I received fake information to the contrary, instead of reviewing my plan of me being chaste till marriage, I simply abandoned the goal. The ultimate lesson I’ve learnt from the cartoon is what makes any goal achievable: Stick-to-itiveness. For any goal or resolution to succeed, one must stick to it and not quit, no matter the amount of time one fails. This I have found to be true in all facets of life. Once one is committed to achieving a sound goal one must continue on the journey to its destination. Being stubborn is a big part of being successful. So, I do not make resolutions anymore, I make goals and I have been achieving much more than my resolution-making days. Fast forward some years, I am married to the same wonderful lady who has given me a beautiful set of twins. I now set goals, with constantly-reviewed plans to achieve them. I now have a building of my own in which I conduct my business and live in a rented building: my goal being to expand my means to the point where I can purchase a house right off rather than have an uncompleted building as home. And Pinky and The Brain is still my favourite cartoon. My wife and I share a joke every now and then at night. As we get into bed, she will squeak in Pinky’s voice: Wife: What are we going to do tomorrow morning, Femi? I: Same thing we do every morning; Working to reach our goals! And I mean it. NARF! The stories are fictional. The lessons are not. gorociano@gmail.com |
What is love? What is the emotional state that one experience either with someone or something that can only be summed up in the statement “I love you/that”? Some people came up with the classification of various kinds of love that exist. Others struggle to define it. My dictionary gives eleven different interpretation of it, but I am concerned here with the love between two humans of opposite sex, which makes them acts in ways they would not normally do. Of all the definitions of love I’ve seen or come up with, two seems to pretty sum up this kind of love: “Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired” and “Love is the ache/itch that makes other aches/itches becomes unimportant; and it can only be cured when you are with him/her.” King Solomon, arguably the wisest man that ever lived, listed “the way of a man with a maiden” (Prov. 30:9) as one of the four things he knew not. The mechanism and chemistry that goes into the process of “falling in love” is so intricate that it can and has confounded the wisest of mankind whether studied remotely or in situ. That is why countless number of definitions and love poems abound, each trying to define the inherently indefinable. Alluding physical simile to something abstract can only lead to incomplete definition, even if millions of words are used, leaving the artist, poet, songwriter or anyone in love trying to express his/herself feckless. I will not fall into the same pit of trying to define the ineffable, what it means to “be in love”, but believe the above two definitions approximate the closest the indefinable. But can the nature of love be gleamed from its various definitions? Can we somehow lessen the rate at and level to which love unfortunately depreciates amongst couples? Can we somehow perceive from the observations of philosophers, writers, statesmen etc. the reason why men and women behave the way the do when love is at play? I believe the answer to these questions is yes. With countless centuries of observation, experimentation and documentation in diverse fields of social sciences, physical sciences and arts has the present level of civilization achieved. This was also done to “Love”, most of it now condensed into definitions, quotations, poems and songs. These therefore present a veritable field of stored knowledge of what love was, is and is supposed to be. However, since love is a very private affair, individual interpretations and contextual application must be taken into consideration before one can find appropriate answers to the above questions. It would be foolhardy for anyone to assume otherwise. Nevertheless, as with things that are simultaneously universal and personal, there seem to be quotes that apply to almost everyone in most cultures and can thus be said to be “Universal Law of Love”. Since brevity is the soul of wit as posited by Shakespeare, I have tried to condense the laws into three statements that I shall share forthwith. “Love is a decision; not an emotion”. This statement essentially asserts that “falling in love” is not an accidental occurrence but a decision either at the conscious or subconscious level by an individual to commit to loving someone else. Right from a precocious age, human start forming a list of the qualities and attributes their ideal partner would be – a love list. A line is added, modified or deleted over the years as we grow through influences by the outside world through stories (especially told by someone we trust and respect), movies, advert, our own observation of neighbours, friends and family and experiences. By early teen, everyone has an idea of how their ideal love mate should look like, his/her likes and dislikes, the way he talks etc (which is why some people tend to “fall” for people of certain physical characteristics). As we go through life, we find ourselves attracted to people with many of the qualities on our love list, seldom one. It is almost impossible to find someone that possesses everything on our love list. Here is the point where love is a decision: everyone sets their own threshold of items on the love list which once reached, the other party becomes the object of our affection. We determine the level to which we will lower our standards. Once we find someone whose qualities reach this threshold, we begin to fixate on him/her. We forgive them all the other qualities they do not have; we focus on the qualities they possess. “We are in love”. Whether or not they reciprocate is another issue; unrequited love forms a huge part of love-land. (Qualities as used here could be negative or positive) “Men discriminate base on beauty; women discriminate base on power”. Every adult knows men are visually stimulated; the majority of pornography consumers are men. Listening to men describe females they interact with either in school, workplace or religious places, you will hear a rich vocabulary of adjectives and nicknames expended to describe the female anatomy. Men have treated women with disdain from time immemorial for reasons that bother on appearance. It is then funny when men whine when ladies leave them for men with more power than them. The power might be physical, a carryover from the day when physical might determine how powerful a man is, or it might be wealth, the present measure of a man’s power. Gradually, women are discriminating based on knowledge as we move towards a knowledge-based economy. Oftentimes we find a man who had spent a fortune both in affection and in money (say for her education) for a woman who closely approximates his ideal partner according to his love list lamenting that the lady leaves him for someone who is more wealthy or knowledgeable, forgetting that he almost on a daily basis discriminate against other ladies because of their subjective beauty. It is also common place to see a lady complain about a man who she had heavily invested emotionally in, jilting her for someone who is younger more beautiful, forgetting that she had spawned the lovesick man who was not as muscular or wealthy as the guy dumping her. In both situations, one cannot but agree that “All is fair in love and war”. These laws seems too simplistic to define all the mechanisms of love and I fully agree. However, I believe that they are a start and please feel free to add yours. A caveat though: get ready for the harsh criticisms and blind disapproval of you and your ideas as this article will generate for me. gorociano@gmail.com |
Dudes, the question is not him visiting the kleptomaniac thief, the question is why has he not been visiting hospitals to pray for the sick , if that was his intention. Why single her out?? To further broaden the question: why dont we have soup kitchens in Nigeria while the pastors are gallivanting around with jets and lauching universities like it's going outta fashion |
Pastor E A Adeboye was seen visiting Cecilia Ibru in LUTH, I was getting tired of these questionable men of God but they don't seem to love threading the path of integrity. E.A Adeboye, in all my years at LUTH has not come to pray for any patient but he rushes to bless an avaricious criminal. Adeboye has many difficult questions to answer: how much of Ibru and Akingboola's loots is his church sitting on? How much did they contribute to his contoversial jet? Until he answers these satisfatorily, HE IS AN ACCOMPLICE OF ROGUES!!! |
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There are two types of males: dishonourable males and honourable males. Don't date or marry until you know how to tell the difference between the two. The woman in the mirror will graciously thank you. Honourable men are protectors. They will guard your heart, protect your honour and stand as champions for your spiritual, mental and physical well-being. Choose an honourable man and choose life! You are not a car. If you meet a man who wants to test drive your body, emotions and feelings, direct him to a car dealer, bid him farewell and don't look back! Good men need to be treated like good men; dishonourable males need to be let go and left alone! Dishonourable males treat sex as a sport, females as trophies and children they sire as wastepapers. Never allow yourself to become their next score, mantle piece or sperm repository. Women who hold grudges, seek vengeance, cling to bitterness and are unwilling to forgive unwittingly breaks their own heart! Choose the wrong mate and you might as well have lay next to a boa constrictor or grabbed the ears of a raging mad pit bull. A smart woman learns how to choose her mates wisely! Mama's boys belong with only one type of woman: their moms! Ladies, these mothers and their sons will never but their grotesque umbilical cord. Therefore, for your sake, leave them alone and let them trot home to their mummies. Self-love; if you don't have it, pull yourself off the market. Make no mistake about it, if you don't love yourself, no man can ever love you, no matter how great a man he is. Don't judge all men by one man's actions, unless you want all men to judge you based on the acts of immoral women. Most women learn how to choose a mate the hard way; they go through a gut wrenching string of emotionally detached males, jerks, pimps, thugs and players. Don't become one of those heart-broken and bitter women. Learn how to properly choose a mate before it's too late! The woman in the mirror will graciously thank you. You are not a man! Therefore, you will never be a role model for men, a father figure, a man's mentor or a man's coach. If a man has lacked proper male leadership in his life, kindly end him on his way. Know for sure that he is not prepared for the responsibilities that come with love, sex, relationship and marriage. If you don't know what a misogynistic man is, take this time to check your dictionary. For your sake, Sanity and safety, avoid these treacherous males at all costs. Dont ever delude yourself! Your beauty, fine body, sexual prowess, cooking skills, feminity and vibrant personality will never be enough to change a man, never! A fundamental understanding and respect of the male ego is a must for all women who want a vibrant and healthy love. Do not obtain this crucial information from dishonourable males or bitter, angry women. Spoiled women are like spoiled milk, spoiled meat, spoiledfruit, spoiled bread or spoiled brats. Get the picture? Don't be a spoiled woman! |
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Ok. I'm not a supporter of Goodluck Jonathan because i know he is not the messiah Nigeria needs. Infact, i think he is IBB(Ibrahim Badluck Babangida) and Obasanjo combined. However, the ranting by three northen aspirants that he is not qualified to run based on the zoning policy of his party and the Federal character principle in our constitution is a lot of bukum. He is as qualified as they are The Late Musa Yar'adua is from the North_West. Whenever someone from a geo-politicall zone vacates an office, the precedence in PDP is that someone from the zone will also fill his place. Few examples will suffice: Evan(s) Ewerem was replaced by Okadigbo who was also replaced by Anyim and not just any other southerner. Dimeji Bankole replaced Etteh and not just any other southerner. Ghali Naa'ba replaced Salisu Buhari (aka Toronto). Ogbulafor was replaced by the currennt chairman etc. So the only person who has moral and pseudo-legal right to ask Jonathan to back off is Maj.Gen. Gusau as he is also from the North-west. Atiku( From North east), Ibrahim (G)Babamosi Badluck Babangida and Bukola Saraki are only being clever by half (like normal 9ja leaders) as they are also ruled out by zoning. I still think zoning is nonsensical. |
This is my first time of writing a sonnet, tell me i suck!, or not. I stand wait for the text message to Zion; I’m waiting for that call from The Company. A call that will put an end to all my suffering. Long years I had spent training to be a lion Replaced by endless job search try-on Has left me battered, bruised and in penury. My mates’ marriages adding salt to my injury. With this job however, mine will soon be done. In the end I’ve waited in vain. Though I beat the best, the call never came. The job had been given to the less qualified. Now I know I will not be allowed to grow a mane. My prize for my price taken by someone with a name. I now turn to crime as Zion has been vilified. |
Please review And there was the case of a boy. Hungry, he wrote a petition to his Senator Who, humbly, tabled it before the Senate For consideration just after he ate A three-course Gbegiri, Tuwo and Oha So a “Pellow-Nigerian” hater he won't be named, He pushed for the boy’s own share of National Cake. The Senate moved swiftly into motion Committee of the whole devolved the issue To committee of the small to make sure That the boy, very soon, gets a good food. Committee of the small returned to plenary That a supplementary budget has been prepared But not to be accused of “small–brother” rivalry, The House of Reps must be made fully aware My belle o! My head o! My belle o! My head o! House of Reps passed the issue promptly To Committees on Budget and Agriculture They sat for three days without failing So, without much ado, budget passed on the fourth. Order! Shouted the court in an ex-parte voice. “You must pause until I’m ready and poised To hear substantively, the boy’s State’s case On being the boy’s main filler of plate. SANs’ and unSANneds’ tussled and tossed NBA President made an appeal to sheathe swords Within a week ex-parte case was withdrawn As State and Federation agreed to work in consort. My umph belle o! My headi o! My belle o! My umph umph headi o! Pronto, the State also followed the motion Of budget allocation, passing and releasing The high speed it was done belies the notion Of governments’ unresponsiveness to emergencies Commissioner and Minster quickly dashed off With aides in toe, to market to select the very best Of foodstuffs and supervised as it was prepared And finally food is ready to be eaten by the boy His stooped head mocking their “notice-me” intentions The boy died while waiting for a filled plate The minister inquired to the name of the boy He was called Ciroma Chukwuma Adekunle My bel-umph-le o! My he-adi o! My belle o! My he… (Local Governance has been castrated by the state, so it didn’t feature and the press joined the jamboree once it was tabled before the Senate - - -> Dedicated to all Nigerian Children) , 08039274698, gorociano@gmail.com |
“They resented and detested the voice of dissent or opposition so much so that they were prepared to go to any length to harass and stifle it”… Obafemi Awolowo on why the 2nd republic failed. Permit me to use this medium to call on the Executive Governor Of Ogun State, Otunba Gbenga Daniel (OGD), the Olunla of Egbaland, Otunba of all Otunbas, The Emperor of Ogun State to please ignore the call of sense, legality and democracy to vacate his Oke-Mosan, Abeokuta office come May 28, 2011, as we the people of Ogun State wants him to continue ruling us beyond 2011. We are happy with our pothole-ridden roads occasioned by inferior materials used by your beloved OGROMA, our doctors and nurses going on incessant strikes and our taps overflowing with emptiness. We want you to continue to bless us with tales of your famed shrines, forced oath swearing by politicians and top government official to you, our indefatigable Emperor and your sagacious fight against the so-called “Abuja Politicians”, especially some people who felt they could commission a bridge in your backyard without paying homage to thee. The Olokola Free Trade Bush is filling our State’s coffers with so much coins since you have been operating it since 2003 with thy mouth, that we will easily repay an loan, bond or bondage within a couple of months. Even the blind can see planes taking off at your ultra-modern cargo airport, the deaf can hear the thundering of the feet of investors rushing towards us and the dumb shouts sincere praises of your financial prudence of using over years leave bonus of civil servants, un-remitted pension contributions and local government allocations for building un-used stadiums, junketing to China at the drop of a hat and building other castles in the air. You have been touted severally as the ‘Awo of our time” and I totally agree. The late Obafemi Awolowo, a man even in death referred to as the Yoruba Leader, was symptomatic of his generation which dreamt big for Nigeria. You, our own Otunba, is the personification and embodiment of the hopes and yearnings of your generation: to be the first to the proverbial national cake and eat everything, leaving crumbs for thy cronies and lackeys. You have been doing fantastically well in this department and we will love for you to continue in this manner beyond 2011, not minding your EFCC detractors trying to catch you with local government funds and the State’s IRS money. Who has ever caught the wind despite it carry away houses, villages and sacking whole towns? Olunla, Olunla: Please continue to emasculate the legislative arm of government and combating other opposing voices, both within and without your government and party. Obafemi Awolowo did not live in the 21st century, so he did not know what he was saying in the opening quotation to this piece. What if you quash the legislature and actively participated in the anti-democratic suspension of 15 by 9? What if your wife, Yeye Empress, went to a local government chairman’s house with thugs and intended to be him silly? Are you not the Emperor, the law itself? Your very word is law. You are above the law. Let Egbetokun, Remmy Hazzan and Oladunjoye shout themselves hoarse that there is fire on the mountain. This our famed state of fearless geniuses is actually peopled by docile fools who dare not hearken to the voice of these erudite and courageous young men, but would rather worship their belly and by extension you for pecuniary advantages. When the military strikes, the only arm of democratic government that gets proscribed is the legislature, as it is the outer core of democracy (the inner core being free and fair elections). Since you are our Emperor, now and forever, and no one will rule Ogun State after thee, you are free to do away with anyone. Who dares question your motive? Do not listen to your enemies dressed in friendship garb that purchased the Senatorial Election form (that is sold by the State chapter and not the National Headquarters) for you. What kind of promotion is settling for a third of your present Empire? Tell them to go and get the Governorship form for you! After all, the Yoruba adage says “What the child wants to eat will not cause him/her stomachache”. You are the Awo of our time. You should be allowed to rule forever. We don’t respect laws in our land anymore, our actions (and inactions) are antithetical to logic and we practice hire-purchasetocracy. Therefore common sense, rule of law and tenets of democracy be damned: OUR EMPEROR MUST RULE US FOR LIFE! Let me implore thee, sire, not to listen to any advice or reasoning from anyone, especially those close to you and in your cabinet. If anyone tries, give him the Niran Malaolu or Kayode Samuel treatment. If he leaves the government and continues to irritate you, give him the Hon. Oladunjoye or ‘Dimeji Bankole or Jubril Martins-Kuye or Sarafa Ishola treatment. If he is not in your party, give him the Dipo Dina treatment. Others will learn from his downfall. Some final words of wisdom for your Eminence: He who lives in a glass house (political party) does not throw stone because the day the stepmother beats the heir, monkey go go market, he no go fit return. A final prayer for my people: In this age of bonds, may we not fall into bondage. |
One word, "WAOH", salivating for the remainder, Orikinla, i respect you die, |
I HATE THIS COUNTRY. This is a rant. As a 24 years old graduate in this country, I believe I’m a voice of a section, if not all, of youths crisscrossing the length and breath of this country of ours which is still dawdling in a child state at the age of 96 (counting from 1914). Firstly, I would like to tell all Nigerians above the age of 40 to PLEASE stop casting aspersions at the youths of this country for lacking initiative and being given to pettiness such as cultism and hedonism instead of leading a renewed sense of nation-building. “The glory of the latter shall surpass that of the former” says The Bible and its manifestation is in the present crop of youths permeating this country. We are a product of the last generation. If we fail in having any leadership qualities, a la IBB, it is because the preceding generations have failed to give us role models in whose shoes we would have loved to follow. We are left to our whims and caprices, and we are trying our very best to bequeath a better future to our children than the ones our fathers gave us – that of being reduced to a feudalistic existence, with its various trappings such as ethnic jingoism and mental servitude. The failure of a child can be traced to his father. An apple never falls far from the tree. Our fathers have failed us. People like Gani Fawehinmi, Ken Saro Wiwa and Abubakar Rimi fought for the masses of this country with their blood, sweat and tears yet at the crucial time when they needed the same masses to back them up at crucial times – during Gani and Ken’s numerous arrests and incarcerations, during the unconstitutional impeachment of Rimi – the youths then, our fathers, refused to back them up with civil disobedience so we now have this present season of anomie when the worst of us are ruling the best of us. When bad men congregate, good men are condemned to associate else the fate of the world is doomed. Yet in Nigeria, we give our tacit and implicit consent to vultures when we keep silent as they strip us naked in the market like our house of representathieves are wont to do now and then. Our fathers have refused to be good role models. The worst thing about the government of the day, at all levels, is its lack of urgency. The problems in Nigeria are huge yet the people in power behaves as if there is no fire on the mountain, rather they party away with shindigs in London for 50th anniversary of independence, Harvard training jamboree and World Cup Owambe. There are 40 million youths between the ages of 18 and 40 who are unemployed or underemployed, yet we play politics with everything. People were dying on the streets queuing for petrol, like the late UPS Chairman, while the presidency, national assembly and ministers played politics with the sickness of late Umaru Yar’adua. For over 6 months, we watched as they danced around, doing nothing for the youths whose unemployed graduate ranks swelled up by another 200,000 approx. during the period. Now they are dancing galala around a Jonathan 2011 Presidency while 98 % of the future of this country is basking in the throes of failure if NECO is to be believed. Must we play politics with everything? We all know that Sani Kaita and Yakubu Aiyegbeni were in the 2010 tea party to World Cup 2010 because of one thing – quota system. This system which enables mediocre and charlatans to parade themselves as Nigeria’s finest can be held as the singular government policy that has held us back from the Jet Age and responsible for our woes. What more motivation will a sixteen year old girl need to believe that hard work and competency has no reward than to be denied admission in OAU after scoring 250 in JAMB because she’s from the north while she see admission go to an Oyo state boy of the same age with a score of 210? What will the boy, the beneficiary of the admission think if not that one’s fate is sealed by the accident of birth rather than by the work of his hands? We’ve made promotion of mediocrity a state policy, when what we need is competency in no matter garb, yet we are still wondering why we are in this quagmire called Nigeria. STOP THE POLITICS! START THE GOVERNANCE! I hate this country because of the state of it. I hate this country because of its lack of vision and its rudderless stirring towards the edge of the world. I hate this country so much because I can see its potential and it grieves my heart to see it being wasted on the altars of mundane politicking that should be combined to the dustbin of 20th century. This country prides itself in frustrating its brightest and killing its youngest, so I hate it. I hate the fact that a Norwegian life anywhere on earth is reported to worth $2 million while the life of a Nigerian is worth absolutely nothing. I hate the fact that in this country one cannot progress, both in the private and public sector, without knowing the subtle art of palm-greasing. I hate the fact that the police that should protect me from armed robbers and kidnappers is now in competition with them, collecting N20 every time he sees me on the road. I hate the fact that there is no support for entrepreneurs at all in this nation like what obtain in others, yet we continue to harangue youths to create jobs for themselves. If we continue in this course, we will fall off the face of the earth with terrible repercussion for all of us, home or abroad. The black race which looks on to Nigeria to get its act right in order to lead it out of slavery, both mental and physical, will be doomed to bondage in perpetuity. Another thing I hate about this country is the marriage of religion and the state. Pray, why do we go to churches and mosques to do thanksgiving for Nigeria’s first coup in the guise of Armed Forces Remembrance Day? Why must we go through this same self-congratulation on October 1st when we have nothing to celebrate except poverty and corruption? Since these unelected clerics are given such undeserved attention, we are forced to live with a situation where they are the doctors that tell us if our President is dead or not. That is why a Boko Haram will be linked to a Governor. That is why a Senator, whose first wife is a doctor and must know about VVF, will divorce a fifteen year old Nigerian girl who just gave birth to his child (I’m sure she now has VVF that’s why) and bring a thirteen year old Egyptian to marry in Nigeria (which he cannot do in the girl’s father’s house) and some clerics will say it does not contravene their beliefs when such is illegal even in more Islamic countries like Pakistan, Egypt, and Saudi Arabia. They do not care if the laws of the land are contravened to serve the rabid serial paedophile. Pray, if I turn an Ogun worshipper tomorrow and my Ogun wants human blood of a defenceless baby, what stops me in buying one and slaughtering such? Will I have the luxury of having the National Assembly bus to convey my acolytes masquerading as market women to come and demonstrate in my favour at the same assembly? We cannot continue like this. Change must come. Change is coming. Nature abhors inconsistency and so works to correct any anomaly. However, change can be of two nature, violent or non-violent. Non-violent change occurs when the causative agents of the anomaly understand that change must occur and work in consonance with it whilst violent change occurs when the agents insisted on preserving the old order. Anyone who makes non-violent change impossible will make violent change inevitable. Anybody walking on the streets of Lagos, Kano, or Aba will know that the time of change is near. The only determinants of whether it will be violent or non-violent are the people in government. It is only they who must make non-violent change possible; else we will plunge head-on into a season of violence, spontaneous, unplanned, sporadic and country wide. I would like to finish my rant by contributing my two-pence to non-violent change in Nigeria. We all know what is wrong with Nigeria but we lack the political will to correct it. Governance is not rocket science. It is not throwing committees and money to problems and challenges. It is simple: Let us put round pegs in round holes. We need two approaches to this: one, a short term and the other, long term. The short term starts from the elections next years as the present bunch of power-capturing politicians are too inept to grasp the essentiality of urgency of getting Nigeria moving. We must elect proficient professionals with known deep-seated distaste for bureaucratic shenanigans and ethnic-religious bigotry. I would trump up Nigerian professionals that have performed excellently well in foreign lands as they performed well, for example Okonjo-Iwealla and Ezekwesilli, but we can also find ones that have excelled well here, especially in face of the numerous adversity we face daily in this country. However, we do not just elect them and go to sleep; rather we engage them on daily, weekly and monthly basis to make sure that they have their sleeves rolled up to tackle the problems. They must know that if they will not respond to our problems and situations like Obama is doing to the BP’s oil spill, they will meet us on the streets like the red shirts of Thailand. The long term approach to solving the Nigerian perfidy is education. It is only a people with an emancipated mind that can know that they deserve the best and demand it as their legitimate, God-giving right. We need to replace the present examination system with an educational system. If we continue to add more exams as speed breakers in front of our children, a la post-UTME, we are just playing the ostrich. These kids need to be encouraged starting from their young age while we look out for their peculiar talents and natural gifts. They should then be tutored in that line. A situation where a child reads medicine then after graduating found that he was more cut out for banking or literature is totally a waste of time and talent that could have been better enhanced. We must also as a mid-term project of rehabilitating the battered youths of this country be setting up vibrant youth development centres in all major town and cities, in order for them to be able to work off their aggression more constructively for the betterment of the nation. We must also embark on massive job creation for the youths by making sure our industries work. We are not an independent nation; we are still dependent on other nation, through importation, for everything. Spending $2.6 billion last year to import rice is pure madness when we have willing hands and suitable lands to produce such. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results. If we fail to do the above, we are doomed as a people and condemned as a nation. We will all suffer it: rich, poor or in-between. The madness in this country has gone on for far too long. We must stop this descent into barbarism or God will never forgive Nigeria. He has already blessed us. Let us use His blessing judiciously. Femi Johnson Coordinator Positive Change Network |
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