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ABDULLAHI OLATOYE: A VICTIM OF OUR LOST HUMANITY Today, I should be quoted for saying the greatest threat to humanity is the human that seeks to benefit from its working. We are diverse in configuration - good, bad, crooked, cunning, pathetic, sympathetic, and yes, the hybrid of two or more are no exception. They are worse, the goats who disguise like they're sheep! I left work today with a staunch yearn for a well deserved rest. I didn't expect a diverse drama from the usual: Passengers and conductors trading words, LASTMA illegally doing what is legal, the scramble for bus, having to deal with jumping down from a moving vehicle and the unceasing hooting by the unrepentant Lagos drivers. I remember I had to modify my voice to sound 'street' and crazy just to cajole a conductor to give me my deserved change. I am becoming a part of the system. All of us in Lagos are mad, but the justification for my hypothesis deserves a rare seat for the matter at hand. The bus I joined was halted by the red demand of the traffic light on the independence bridge, just close to the Maryland mall. Lo and behold, I saw him- suited up, holding a black leather bag as he moved in a gait of resignation to fate from the front of one bus to the other. He was turned down by some while others marvelled at the pride with with he was doing his work. I wasn't sure, but then, he walked towards my vehicle and my doubt was cleared. Abdullahi Olatoye, the windscreen cleaner! For the avoidance of an ineffective chronicle, here is a link to Abdullahi's story and his road to the fame that was a bar in disguise: https://www.nairaland.com/3105671/windscreen-cleaner-suit-spotted-ogun I alighted, walked to Abdullahi and sought an audience which he granted. 'I thought you were...' I mumbled some words to express my consternation as to why a windscreen cleaner turned model/tailor became a windscreen cleaner again. 'It turned out to be a regret, I wish I had not...' Abdullahi responded and a stare into his eyes gave him out as a victim of our lost humanity. We both walked to a corner as I made enquiries from him. After about 30 minutes, I needed no sorcerer to tell me Abdullahi has had his share of our hypocrisy. The type of promises orphans are acquainted with and the disappointments that are connected. My piece is not to point fingers, Abdullahi was not ready to cast imputation on the character of anybody or organisation too. I have only come to tell Nigerians and the world: Abdullahi is back to the starting point. His supposed helper-the outfit entity that picked him up when his story went viral claimed to have enrolled Abdullahi in the National Open University, but Abdullahi told me it was not a true news. He was neither taught any trade nor given any benefit. In fact, he had to sort himself out for transportation anytime he was to meet the bandwagon of Nigerian helpers. For the record, news have been flying around vilifying Abdullahi, he was said to run back to windscreen cleaning work as 'HE CANNOT DO ANY OTHER THING'. Posts have gone on instagram and other media, but Abdullahi's version could not be heard as his post to express his side was blocked from Instagram. He was advised by agents of these 'helpers' to keep mute as saying anything will tarnish his image. Abdullahi did, but his situation makes a deafening noise. His helpers had expected that picking him up will mean a boost in their fortune- that some multinational companies would come and their stories will change too, but did Abdullahi assure them of a partnership with Glo or Shell in the first place? How many apparitions of men do we have to run from? Crooked keepers of faith and religion? Bosses and relatives with sinister agenda? Neighbours with negative motives? The fury of the wealthy? The anger of the poor? And the gimmicks of the helper? Maybe Abdullahi was different, but I saw a video interview of the unilag guy where he claimed he was not given accommodation as promised and circulated by the humans of this nation. Abdullahi sought my help in broadcasting his version and I shall feature his unedited account tonight. I shall consult friends on Instagram and twitter to do same. I have his contacts and links for any Nigerian with the heart of a human. Abdullahi Is not looking for overnight success, he Is only asking for an opportunity to compete. Is that too much to ask for? Or his original crime is being born in Nigeria? Here are the pictures of Abdullahi I took today.
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haildeji:You're right. The said 'new' rules are not new. Informed individuals will be in the know. However, I had to question the logic behind you saying people are dumb just because they are/were not aware. If someone is dumb for not knowing one thing, then everybody is dumb, including you. Somehow, that not well thought out submission of yours deprived me of the strength to credence you as a modest individual. No insult meant. |
How is this a news item? Isn't it normal and ordinary? These moderators need be checked. Maybe schooled in the art of identifying news worthy item. |
Caveat: This piece takes off with double mindsets: to do an intellectual dissect of the fact in issue and to do so with a bit of humour. No attempt to malign the person of any individual. The use of 'goods' and 'consumers' do not aim to objectify any gender. The piece is 50% aimed at creating humour. The idea of wearing makeup has been the trend for a long time. However, the trend has witnessed a trajectory increase in recent time. Fashion by its very characteristic is meant to enhance what is already there,It didn't evolve to build something on nothing and create a podium for debate. This assertion will nonetheless be true to former years, but not now. With enthralled sense of endurance, I have watched the makeup trend with amusement. The said trend no longer looks like fashion to me, but some magic. As a man, you may walk your partner to a makeup artist, then maybe when work is about to start on her, you take a walk. On your return, you may not meet your 'partner' there anymore. She might even be the one standing right before you. It is that terrible. Maybe not terrible, but worrisome. Now, shall we consider the makeup trend from the point of law? You will agree with me that makeup in recent times effect fundamental changes to the face of an individual such as concealment of tribal marks, spots, natural skin colour, circumferences of eyelashes etc. Without an intention to be comical, with one or two of these features hidden or even substituted, one's poison this minute can become one's food the next minute. In law, particularly law of contract, there is what is known as FRAUDULENT MISREPRESENTATION. To establish that a fraudulent misrepresentation has occurred, the following elements must be present: 1: A representation was made; 2: The said representation was false; 3: That when made, the representation was known to be false and the maker knew it was not true; 4: That it was made with the intention to project the said product in a light different from its true state I.e to deceive. In applying the principles of fraudulent misrepresentation, the elements shall be considered one after the other. It should be noted that logically, one cannot go to the market, purchase an electric bulb and then expect it to turn to an egg. Such is the supposed nature of a lady and guy relationship. A guy goes for what he sees, he places his negotiation on that which he sees and knows he will keep seeing, at least for a reasonable time frame- say years. Of course, acts of God may set in. Now, each time an individual is made up, a representation is made. E.g she is fair, has no tribal mark, no scar or spots etc. So, the first element is addressed. Secondly, assuming without conceding that Sewa, a lady with a facial tribal mark of Oyo is made up and there is no trace of the mark after the makeup- Sewa remains Sewa only to herself and the makeup artist. Jack, a handsome young man who just entered town may be drawn to Sewa's 'beauty'. Remember that a face with tribal marks is fundamentally different from one without marks. The representation becomes false the moment what a reasonable man can see with his bare eyes as former Sewa is different from what the same man can see as the new Sewa. So, the issue here is that Jack may never envisage that Sewa has tribal marks. Even someone who knew Sewa before then might take her for another person. On the third element, if Jack who has reservation for tribal marks or certain factors concealed by the makeup approaches Sewa. Sewa should know that Jack is no sorcerer who might have adopted magnifying lenses to see the hidden. Hence, Sewa has the duty to remain with no scar or marks. The representation here is false because the fundamental facial features of Sewa are 'gone' and there is no way Jack could know. It is unlikely that Sewa will make statements like: under the 7 layers of these pancake lies my ancestral identity. Once a makeup goes to the extent of hiding tribal marks, and other facial features typical to an individual, the presumption is that what is hidden was intended to be by the 'hider'. So, there is an intention to project Sewa as Agbani Darego or Tayo facially. Lastly, once Jack ignorantly believes no basic change has taken place on Sewa's face, he subscribes to the contract with a mistaken belief. Looking at the recent modifications makeup does, one can say that it has left many 'consumers' opting for 'goods' they will ordinarily not go near. E.g when you package Titus in a tin of Peak milk. Will it be a fault of the consumer to reject same and demand a refund? Conclusively, I argue that the extent of makeups in the 21st century amounts to fraudulent misrepresentation under the law of contract. Relationship is a form of contract and the same way we have offer, acceptance and consideration in transactions involving household goods, they exist in relationships too. Nonetheless, this illegality may be among the few subtle legal breach which will stand the test of time if a Jack does not subject a Sewa to legal battle for fraudulently misrepresenting herself. Who knows? A player might one day have a girlfriend, two side chicks, only to realize he has been cheating on his girlfriend with his same girlfriend in two other places. The difference will be the name and the venues he meets them (her). |
viviangist:Vivian! Which friend informed you? How did he get to know? I don't trust ANYTHING from you- you're so desperate for traffic. When I saw the headline, I was hoping it won't be from you because your blog isn't reliable. Won't be surprised if the men are still alive. How do we even know since they may not be in the news again? |
Seun:Seun, the best is to first approach a court of law and institute an action, but an order of interim injunction against passing a bill which will affect the right to freedom of expression should be sought, pending the determination of the substantive suit. After that, the proper suit should be instituted for the court to look into the wordings of the said bill and determine the untold hardship it will bring to common men if it is passed into law. Then the Court could grant a perpetual injunction prohibiting the house from ever passing the bill into law. Section 39 (1) Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria 1999 is still very much 'alive'. Social media might not do it. |
Guy, are you for real that you took her serious? I've been receiving messages of this nature in my mail and on Facebook since like 8 and 4 years back respectively. Four of every six individuals on Facebook or with an email account should have experienced the same. You're not in any love and you're not going to the UK soon through this medium. She will later tell you to send some dollars or pounds for the last process. I think they have dropped the style of claiming to be in a refugee camp. Guy, with the way you type, your teary eyes and tone won't be okay if you're duped of your acceptance fee into the tertiary institution. My guy, all of us won't go the way of Olajumoke. Face your studies, keep your head straight, raise your shoulders and adjust your collars. God will bless you and opportunities will come once you make yourself eligible for the opportunity. But as for your love, which I am sure has swept you off your feet, steer clear. Peace. Cc; Claro |
VickyRotex:You spoke my mind. This Linda is just not it at all. Noise on bag and mansion like this? Successful people usually don't have time shouting up and down, they are busy consolidating. |
binary007:It is okay. He admitted hiding it. It has been unveiled and we will score it without any iota of bias. Thanks |
@ fynestboi, Binary's entry has been removed? I read it a couple of minutes back. |
aysuccess99:Oh. Jailbirds to be sentenced to prison terms over and over again? The beauty in debate is in your ability to appreciate the strength in other people's dissent. Just that you're against rehabilitation doesn't mean that you should rule out its relevance even where it is clearly an option. It is bad practice for a debater to approach that issue this way. It can present you as a one-sided intellectual. |
@aysuccess99, ever heard of the word 'jailbirds'? |
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VickyRotex:Okay, when I remove your teeth, you'll find it. |
VickyRotex:Why the egbon thing now Vicky? You enjoy embarrassing this young man here. Where is my CAD? |
I have said it times without number, the Churches and Mosques today are not Houses of God. In fact, God has no house. He lives here and there- even in us. There are many measures to adopt to bring an end to both our national and international woes, but going to the 'house of God' is a way that does not convince me anymore. When I go to Church, I go there to listen to the pastor's interpretation of what is in the Bible. Okay, brilliant pastors and priests leave me reflecting. But I don't go there to 'meet' God- God is with me. In my room, at my work, by my side during those evening walks. Church is not a place for me to cast my burdens at his feet- even at my bath if I sense a burden, I whisper a prayer. Lo ba tan. In fact, you can be right to attend a church today to learn how to dress to different parties. But the current crop of pastors and Imams are not loyal. They are not thieves, but they are the recipient of stolen properties from thieves. And under the law, both are criminals. Our pastors and Imams are fraudulent- you make a prayer point that God should rid our nation of corruption. 'E gba adura', they will shout! Then the poor pepper seller, the indigent garri maker, the unsuspecting taxi driver and the naive students with patched uniforms pray till their voices are seized! Then he shouts 'Ni oruko Jesu, Oluwa wa!' Straining their ready weak vocal cords, people respond 'Amin.' He flips his Bible open and he starts to talk about how the lack of fear of God on the path of our leaders is responsible for our woes. But just this Sunday, in the same Church, I saw plastic chairs assembled, and in the front, a few cushion chairs with inscriptions on papers attached to them: VIP. So, make I satisfy the curiosity, I beckon at a Sister and she comes- she thinks that I reconsidered my stance that the Church is not the place for me to work for God. You can work for him at your place of work, on the road, in your neighbourhood. For me, I'll work for God in the Court. I'll be a pastor by building a home where my kids don't become the current types of pastors and politicians. Working for God to me lies in working hand in hand with Bae to add values to the lives of inmates. It is in informing the masses about their rights under the law on our TV program. So, Sister Regina shows. 'Please, what is happening today?' She smiles and replies 'Harvest.' 'Ehn, in January? What did the church plant? Don't you see that it has not been raining?' She smiles and runs towards the back to attend to an old man calling. Well, any day can be for harvest, to harvest from our pockets the little we could garner during the week or month. It doesn't have to rain. The service came to an end and the reception and fund raising is about to start, but I can't wait- like I believe any lecture or sermon that goes beyond 2 hours go don get lie inside' I have Fela's music assembled for the rest of the day, maybe a movie or two and then preparation for tomorrow... Just then, he appears with his entourage- the deputy Governor of Kalahari state. Immediately, my pastor lost his composure. He was sweating like an amateur defender whose role is to stop Messi and Ronaldo at once during a classic final. He leads them to the VIP seats and grabs the microphone: without the kind of leadership of our Governor, this state wouldn't have known such progress... That statement made me mad, and I hissed audibly. I pick my Bible and heads for the door... Next time, I promise to occupy that VIP seat myself, and not even the Pastor's plea will make me vacate. We are the VIPs-the congregation who sweat something out for the church, not these thieves. But then, my days are numbered in this State. 'Brother David' Joel called as I stepped out of the Church, I turned back and saw him pointing a white envelope with the countenance that I take it. 'Your donation for the harvest.' I grinned and replied: I am not your brother. |
Hello specialists here. Please, my phone developed a fault last two days. The phone died due to lack of unit on the battery. I couldn't charge it until yesterday, but it didn't charge. Later, I got to realize that it was a charging port issue. I gave it to a specialist who helped fixed it. Today, I discovered that all the pictures in my camera folder got wiped- couldn't find them. It was painful, but I think that I could let that pass. But tonight, I discovered that my NOTEBOOK application has been uninstalled too. I have been writing a memoir for close to 2 years, it is on it and over 200 of other works too. Please is there any way I can retrieve them? Phone is: Samsung galaxy grandprime |
Hello specialists here. Please, my phone developed a fault last two days. The phone died due to lack of unit on the battery. I couldn't charge it until yesterday, but it didn't charge. Later, I got to realize that it was a charging port issue. I gave it to a specialist who helped fixed it. Today, I discovered that all the pictures in my camera folder got wiped- couldn't find them. It was painful, but I think that I could let that pass. But tonight, I discovered that my NOTEBOOK application has been uninstalled too. I have been writing a memoir for close to 2 years, it is on it and over 200 of other works too. Please is there any way I can retrieve them? Phone is: Samsung galaxy grandprime |
Please, enough. Those picked got contacted already. Thanks |
VickyRotex:Vicky, na CAD fit solve my issue now. One even had 6 babies two days back and another had 8 today. I have like 20 now and when are you taking yours sef? |
bidex2015:Please, check your mail. |
viviangist6:What is the sense in jumping on all threads to post this video? It is sad and I've seen this posted by you on more than 5 threads. Are you this insensitive? Must you make ends meet online at all cost? Like, what is the logic, Vivian? You'll kill your own brand on arrival if you're not careful. Serious minded people will blacklist your blog. I got to know about your blog through a comment made on it by someone and I swore never to visit it. A lot of people are like that too. If you were her, you won't pray that your clips be shared about by someone just to garner attention to herself instead of helping her. |
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Thanks to everybody who showed interest. I think that the mails I have here will do-they demanded for like 5 and I've picked 7. I've forwarded 7 of the mails to them. They will take it up from there. Please, note that the dealing is between you and the members. I just helped in the announcement. I am not even one of those whose CV is to be written. Though, one of them is a trusted senior colleague, but I advise that you people only agree to terms that favour you. If it doesn't interest you, please back off at any stage. Thanks. |
akallalone:Please friend, I posted what I was told by the interested persons. I am not even one of them. Just helping. If you don't understand it, don't drop your mail or apply at all. I don't know where you saw 'organisation' and the underlining tone of your comment. I don't want to be a party to any deal that leads to an uproar. To help case, I won't forward your mail to them at all. Thank you. |
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zaragal:Without much ado, do you have an idea of what the word lady means? Like, not just any female human being. I refer you to brighter grammar or a dictionary. I guess with her type of post and your type of comment, you'll ignore the substance and conduct to see yourself as ladies. Right? See, that dude, Decker actually said one of the best things ever said here. Why the double standard? Anytime you tell us to ignore dealing with issues in certain ways because someone is a lady, you send a signal like ladies are depraved, less human, intellectually less fortunate and should be treated via another measure. No- think first and consider what you'll type or say. See Suigeneris93? She will pass as a lady, but not your type or the OP here. Her (OP's) post doesn't portray her as someone involved in anything productive. As a matter of fact, I suspect that she is only venting through this post, she got used and dumped by the calibres of parodies of men with the 'qualities' above. Whose fault? You attract what and who you are! Treat me right and I'll treat you right. Don't expect that because you're a supposed lady, I'll give in on my right just to be hypocritically tagged some sort of gentleman. peace. |
I think that the time is past 1. I dissent with any form of relaxing rules to pave way for breach, especially when such is not convincing. |
SaiBuharii:I was surprised to see that too. Cleaner to a Director! Multinational company? Just like that? Haba! |
Laughs. |
If my Egbon is young, then I'm a baby. 


