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Nairaland GeneralRe: The Woes Of The 'nigerian' Gentlemen by Hidentity(op): 4:42pm On Dec 25, 2014
goofyuncut:
Good observation on the 'lady' thing. Very good observation. I had some girl like that who thought i had go fetch her a chair in a packed hall. She was almost gonna sit on that chair when i brought it close enough. I had to remind her to go in search of hers.

But then, you really could have spared us the mini-autobiography and still make your point.
See how you intelligently made your point without insult. That is what gentlemen do and I took to the hint. God bless you.
Nairaland GeneralThe Woes Of The 'nigerian' Gentlemen by Hidentity(op):
There is something worse than the lack of knowledge; it is the abuse of knowledge. A man lacking in knowledge can be likened to a tamed beast while the one in the habit of abusing it is a wild beast. The two follow each other closely in most Nigerians - from a child who got enrolled for just a day in school to professors; people around them must pay dearly for the “mistake” of allowing them taste of the fruit of knowledge. As for the children, they return from their schools continuously chanting at home like the cuckoo birds, words that near conjuring a spirit. “Hay-ai-bee for da yee, for da yee popo…piyo piyo for da yiiii popo ha pien pien for da yiii pooopoo tamor’. If you are lucky not to have heard this song in this manner, the song that has the misfortune of that epic literal assassination actually goes thus, ‘H-I-P for the hip for the hipopo…’

Wait! Do not make the mistake of thinking it is normal for kids to sing or even talk in an incoherent manner. I am no scientist for this purpose, but once a kid can assimilate a message, he is more likely capable of efficiently reproducing it without such degree of inconsistency. It is the system that is sick. That is why most of us will get to heaven before we realize the “sandalili” we religiously chant with a conviction of erudition is actually “standard living.” Everything in Nigeria will kill you, including knowledge.

Here, I want to address a few issues out of the several ones which shows our society is not in the right frame of mind. I shall focus on how education has become a weapon of gender extortion. While all of us may claim that the older generation and masters in fields of life are more knowledgeable, it is only a few of us that recognize that their knowledge is inconclusive and not flawless. And, even a fewer, still, have the guts to point this out. Those of us in the last category are the rebels. We are mostly the weeds in any gathering where the objectives are promoted by undiluted dogmas.

On more than four occasions, I have witnessed slaps, with alarming stridency, on the face of men courtesy of women. On those occasions, I was not seeing it from the side of a woman and a man, I saw them as two able-bodied humans capable of unleashing trouble. Some of those dramas ended in people admonishing the man to accept the ‘dirty’ slap in good faith while the other instances saw the man facing harsh criticisms for returning the slaps. Comments like - ‘Don't you know she is a woman?’ ‘Why would you slap a lady?’ ‘A gentleman won't slap a lady!’- were never too far from the lips of those present. In a scenario at the Obafemi Awolowo University in 2008, best described as extreme, passersby intervened and instructed the girl to slap the guy back three times. I enjoyed the show; it gave me an insight into how hypocritical we can be. If you can read beyond these lines, you must have realized that I am not blinded by the bandwagon's philosophies and unconvincing ideas. You must also be aware that when I am moved to address issues, I don't shy from facts and substance. I don't agree with people because of their status or because of the number of people on their side. I do because of the beauty of their ideas and what it may achieve. You may stop reading if you can't endure the theory I will propound here. It is not for uncultured ladies that slap guys as if it is their birth right!

On the issue of slaps, although I see no reason to make my stand and possible reactions known if I were those guys, I will still forge ahead. In Nigeria, your simplicity, personality, popularity or even goodwill may not be enough to shield you from the unruly attitudes of some girls. So, if I get slapped by a "lady," I won't reciprocate. This is not because she is a "lady," it is because I have the moral duty to exhibit the good upbringing I had and the legal duty to avoid starting violence or aggravating one. Simply, I won't reciprocate a slap by a lady not because she thinks she is a lady, but because I won't reciprocate a slap from anybody- male or female. However, if reporting at the police station is the step I would take if a man slaps me, being a lady won't make me change that, I shall report her too and she will face the legal consequence. There may also be an aggressive fellow who will reciprocate on my behalf, whether I know him or not, I am sure I won't have the strength to stop him. The first slap must have weakened me.

However, for people who do not share my school of thought and philosophies, their definition of morality is probably different. In that case I think anytime a supposed lady slaps them, she deserves the right to a ‘dirty slap’. A person is reasonably presumed to expect the consequence of his action and be ready to face it. If a lady had the strength to launch a clean slap on another man's face, she must be ready to embrace a dirty slap. The most considerate and reserved of mankind would certainly lose his calm if he gets slapped. It has beyond a physical effect, it is also psychological. A gentleman from a good background will never slap a lady, same way a lady who is well brought up won't slap a man. Is someone insinuating that I am endorsing the slap trade? No, I just understand that a ‘dirty’ slap can change a gentleman to an ordinary man and vice versa.

By the way, are you aware that every female is not entitled to be addressed as a lady? If you are not aware, the word ‘lady’ is a civil term of respect for "a woman of breeding or higher class; a woman of authority and ideal attitude, specifically the female equivalent to gentleman or lord." Not too many of the girls that parade themselves as "ladies" these days are of class! A few of them exude finesse and command respect. As a matter of fact, I do not address every female as a lady.  The penchant for education now is not for the good of the worsened nation, it is to further choke it and rid it of air of sanity. I have heard more than enough ridiculous use some girls plan on using their education to serve; it is similar to what Hitler did with power. Guys, you need to pray! Dreams are noble, nightmares are scary; like their male counterparts, some of them have nightmares all in the name of dreams. Some don't want to attain statuses where it will be impossible for anyone to slap them, they want to attain statuses where they would slap and not be slapped back. They do not want to attain a status where they can stand with a person who shares sound philosophies and dreams; they want a status where they will easily escape when the wind of hard times blows. How many ladies do you have around you? Are you a lady? I have heard a girl argue that she will rather remain single than get married if the man cannot let her retain her surname. Education and westernization altered the integral part of her thinking faculty. She is abusing civility, she is a wild beast.

Some people are free yet they remain slaves to injured reasoning. They have to abuse rights and privileges accruing to them. Why must you go to an event late and expect a man to vacate his seat for you because you are a lady? A lady won't have the intellectual misfortune of asking any gentleman to vacate his seat. A gentleman knows he is not vacating that seat because you are a lady, he is just doing it to let the sleeping dog lie. The bad news is that as a girl, you growing with such habit will increase the number of societal liabilities and national concerns. The finesse of real ladies commands respect from gentlemen. This finesse is not attained by any high heel or facial paintings. Look around and observe the requests some pseudo ladies demand just because they think he must be a gentleman. All the same it is not strange, the Nigerian meaning of a gentleman is a gullible and docile individual who is unable to question anything.

I wish all ladies a fulfilled new year in advance
I wish all gentlemen a slapfree new year in advance.

Hidentity is a gentleman within the context of its meaning in the Encarta dictionary.
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PoliticsRe: Does Buhari Have A University Degree? by Hidentity(m):
RagaMufeen:
Can you tell me if Buhari have degree or just WAEC? because no one want olodo to rule them. Obama is graduate, same as Germany, Britain, Japan and China. Naija people deserve a graduate as well, that's why oyinbo people think we are mumu.
Do you have a degree? If yes, I think that it is better to have no degree than have one and write this way. "Buhari has a degree" not "have a degree." Obama is not graduate, Obama is a graduate. Also, the expression same as Germany, Britain does not flow with the noun "Obama." Are you trying to say Obama is a country like Germany and Britain too? Though Obama, Germany, Britain are all proper nouns but the rule of interpretation and construction does not place both in the same context.

You also need be enlightened on having "WAEC" as a degree or a certificate. Friend, WAEC is an acronym for WEST AFRICAN EXAMINATIONS COUNCIL. It is practically impossible to have WAEC as a certificate because it is just a body governing the conduct of examinations. It is the certificate issued by WAEC that can be possessed as an evidence of qualification. If we keep having WAEC as a result or certificate, the next generations won't have any exam to write.

I have no intention of ridiculing you, but do not condemn others for what you are guilty of. You are trying to insinuate that he is not educated but your expressions show that you need brighter grammar too.
Nairaland GeneralThe Media Soldier Ants. by Hidentity(op): 8:31pm On Dec 19, 2014
It was a busy week for me. That is one of the dividends of this old age. As children, some of us lust after growing beards. Now that the beards afforded us rough chins and cheeks, we look at our sons and daughters with envy. We hope we could steal that tender face from them but No. Sell when you can; you are not for all markets. Buy when you can, both the good and bad stocks will NEVER last... This week, I did not encounter anything worth a medical analysis. Primary duty is a jealous mistress, she does not want a divided attention. An introduction to a more realistic world sha... "...Run or you get trampled upon."

So, let me rant.

Who was even the first person that ran mad intellectually in Nigeria? I mean if it is true that there is nothing new under the sky, who started the public display of civil madness on the social media?

This time, I am not writing this to cure our society of any madness, I am writing this so that I won't go mad myself. When people tell me they laugh alone when they remember some things, I do wonder how and why but circumstance has answered that. I still dey laugh now sef.

Some people are evil but may God forbid an end to their brand of evil. The evil they perpetuate eases tension in the face of the bigger evil. See, I want to recommend Sahara reporters and Nairaland for everybody reading this. On Sahara reporters, there are some faceless people that would aim stones at one's great-grandfather for the "offence" of the great-grandchild. I was once a victim; the only difference was that they forgot to mention my great-grandfather or any member of my family. My crime was that I wrote against the bad policies of Sir Jonathan and Sahara reporters deemed it fit for publication. The media pigs and babies started grunting and crying. One eventually called me "a brainless individual." I wanted to remind him that in Biology, the brain is a key part of the central nervous system and that once the skull is empty; it is practically impossible to live, let alone write but my invisible grey hair told me I was too old to play verbal Ping-pong with silhouettes with bird's brain.

On Nairaland, the survey of how low the orison of an average Nigerian youth who could afford a gadget has depleted can be conducted. Shhhhh! Not everyone on that forum is mad but for every sane person comes 5 not too sane individuals. First, majority of topics that go to the front page would tell you it is the online psychiatric home for all calibres of psychos. Second, the comments that would greet the fairly sane posts and the sane one would either make you lose hope in the youths level of intelligence or cry at the revelation of our media problems. Few months back, a guy lamented how the gods are claiming his hair rapidly. He was too young to go bald and he did not like it, so he mounted the Nairaland podium and humbly pleaded to be enlightened on how to recover his lost hair, someone raised his hand. Sango could have cut off that finger with a fierce strike but really the gods are sleeping. Thinking he had a solution, the concerned man gave him the microphone and behold, the reply was "you nuh fit grow hair again, grass nuh dey grow for desert." Chai!!! Who has seen "The punisher?" John Travolta was not that merciless.

Another similar one was when an intellectually stimulating post "mistakenly" made the front page, the first guy to comment wrote "let me comment before I read." The next comment simply quoted the first man and then wrote "many are mad but few are roaming." The clairaudience the comment gave me almost made me pee. You see, that forum is incapable of building an intellectually sound model or leader if we judge by the posts but one can go there as a potential leader or an intellectual to see how the gods have deprived most people of sympathy, common sense, logic and how several comments are mourning reasoning. Topics like "how to know if someone is a virgin," "Richard Damijo did not cut the grasses on the grave of his late wife," "5 types of people you would meet at a Suya spot" etc are highly celebrated there. More than half of those on that forum are either sick or feigning sick.

In the midst of uncertainties and faceless fates, I suggest you go to Nairaland today and see for yourself. Your life will never remain the same. Someone should lead us in the closing prayer.
LiteratureOn The Media Bullying by Hidentity(op): 2:11pm On Dec 19, 2014
Dear friends/readers,

It is with profound respect that I write this to you.
First, I must point out that I appreciate everybody on my list irrespective of age, status, ethnic group, orientation, belief, religion and attitude. That there is diversity in our existence should not be a worry to any lucid man as that alone defines the beauty in our existence as a people. To me, what matters is the collective name both the lows and highs share: human.

This said; I am disturbed by what I tag the “please me” attitude of some friends on this medium. Not just that, but also the mud smearing attitude on every dissent from a person’s belief or philosophy about life. For the sake of clarity, I have developed thick skin against any form of media bullying and harsh criticisms. It does not to the least worry me; it gets me more stubborn and unrepentant about my take. After all, insult is the only weapon possessed by people bereaved of logic.

When the idea of posting here dawned on me, it was not primarily for people to read, like and comment. It was for the sake of documenting my autobiography. Eventually, the need to stop became inevitable due to personal reasons. Here is the truth, I am not afraid of criticism (whether harsh or constructive). One of the diversities in our existence is that we cannot be even in our assessment. I hardly encounter insults on what I write but when I do; I am not in the habit of replying in the same manner. I either reply with a “thank you” or honour such with silence.

I am aware that there are older people on my list; there are also people that are more intelligent, matured, experienced and sophisticated here. So, I always expect an intellectual dissent from whatever perspective I have of any issue. Interestingly, some would only read and get back to me through message. In fact, our friendship here over the time led to interpersonal relationship beyond the Zuckerberg’s platform. You have the freedom to type whatever you like as comment to contradict my ideology on any topic but please, do not try doing the same to a fellow reader or any of my friends. I am an aspiring writer, making a battle field of my wall does not in any way inspire the next topic.

I know that there are many alphabets in the English language and you have the right to render them useless all in an effort to insult, but I beg that you exclude other readers by not creating intellectual pollution. Thinkers do not see divergent opinion as a threat to their ego, it makes a challenge to sit up and be better. About the lengthy articles on my wall, your appetite for short stories cannot make me lose my scope and topics of interest. I write to express for anyone that cares to listen and not to impress. So, any form of criticism directed at me will be honoured and treated with respect, but if it is about the lengthy articles, it has nothing to do with the central idea and message. Therefore, that concern holds no water. I am not paid to entertain or please anyone here. I am here to learn and table my thoughts for intellectuals to collectively assess. By doing that we are all learning through the social forum.

Thanks to my avid readers, no good writer exists without rational readers. Thanks to my critics, the best of irons went through the burning furnace.
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Nairaland GeneralThe Wages Of Impunity by Hidentity(op): 2:02pm On Dec 19, 2014
There is no word that can convey the degree of pain felt by the heart for the unfortunate incident of November 10, 2014. Typically, it draws a concern that is beyond the present situation of things in our dear country; it is one that threatens even our much awaited future. Be it the highs or the lows, it calls for a sober reflection.

It is pertinent for every Nigerian to imagine how it feels to lose a loved one or even a fellow human in such a tragic circumstance. Perhaps, a thought of how it will feel to be the lost one will make us all realize that the chain of humanity binds stronger than that of political party, ethnic group, religion or gender.

The 47 Nigerian school boys whose promising beginning was turned to a sudden end should not be seen as Northerners, they are Nigerians. They are beyond students, their existence breathes possibility even in the midst of uncertainties. They are our brothers, children and friends. We should not wait until an occurrence seizes our hand during meal or when it threatens our source of life before we understand that the fight against terrorism is one that we must win. Each day, it draws closer somewhere and we must be aware that joining hands to fight it by every means within the ambiance of the law is a sacrifice we must make.

Each time this happens, we lose a rebirth of Awolowo we all clamour for. Each time the existence of a common man is threatened, a replica of Azikwe is threatened. Each time ill fate befalls any man, we should know our silence on it may mean a silence on the hindrance to the growth of a sage like Ahmadu Bello. This concern calls beyond religion or region. It is a threat to our collective dreams and that of generations unborn.

It is saddening that the time we are is trying but we shall overcome it. My heartfelt sympathy to my brothers and their immediate families that suffered the consequence of this tragic moment. As humans and Nigerians, we are members of one family and this indeed hit us at the heart. Our Mosque dissociates itself from bloodshed on the ground of religion because it is not ordained by Allah and our Church too condemns such brutality as it has no place to hide in the Christian doctrine.

May God console your family and our nation.
Nairaland GeneralBeyond The Politics Of Tribe And Religion by Hidentity(op): 1:53pm On Dec 19, 2014
Definitely, I will cast my vote for my Christian brother. I will vote for him in my local church for him to be the prayer leader. I won't vote for a Muslim because it is not a Mosque affair but a Church one.

Yes, I will cast my vote for my Yoruba brother at the village square if choosing our next king will be by vote. I won't vote for a Northerner or an Easterner because it is solely a Yoruba affair. They don't understand our culture, they have theirs.

For sure, I will cast my vote for a fellow man. If it is just a male affair, I promise not to vote for a female. As long as gender is a criterion, a female won't do well where a male is needed. I won't recommend Amina for the Super Eagles team.

But I will cast my vote for a qualified Muslim as long as it affects Nigeria. I will cast my vote for a competent Northerner or Easterner as long as it concerns my fatherland. I will also cast my vote for a female as long as she has what it takes to restore sanity to my dear land.

In the history of my evolution, I became a human before I became a Nigerian. After that, I became a Yoruba before I was brought up in the Christian faith. No sentiment can make me misplace my priority. The Love of humanity drives me first. God did not make a mistake when He created us with diversities, I am not ready to act as if His creating my brother a Muslim was an error. One of the symptoms of aggravated damage of one's encephalon is thinking one can fight for God against someone with a different religion. I am still researching on the drug to combat that. My friends from the East and North did not make a mistake of coming to this world, I won't let them feel they did by insisting their Tribe or Ethnic group is a bar to what they can achieve. My dear Sisters did not err because they got here as females, never will that be the basis of casting my vote.

Nigeria is for Nigerians. The betterment of the Nation should not be jeopardized on the altar of religion, tribe or gender.
RomanceRe: How To Decently Tell A Guy You Are In Love With Him - Nairalander Needs Advice. by Hidentity(m): 4:23pm On Dec 18, 2014
jenniferjon:
I'm in love with a guy, we ve been friends for a while now but we beginning to get intimate and my feelings r rapidly developing for him, I really want to share how I feel with him but am scared that this mite freak him out n he may just run away or this cud get awkward between us but I bliv telling som1 how u feel either u a guy or a girl is d right thing to do..
I rily do need to know if I sud tell him how I feel or just keep my feelings till he tells me if he has feelings for me ..I bliv som guys find it awkward wen gurls tell dem how dey feel bou dem... wat will u advice I do pls?
Friend, you need to ask yourself some questions and do the answering at the same time. Here are few of them:

1: Is he in a relationship? If yes, you need check if approaching him is right. Not because of the girl herself but once you know he has a gf and he is sure you are aware, his idea of what you want from him will change. You should get my message here.

2: If the first is NO, considering the space of time you've been together, you must have noticed a few things about his idea of a relationship or something. Is he chasing a girl? Did he ever tell you he likes a girl? How does he react when you are with him and he sees other girls? I think that he won't go telling you about his interest in other girls or put up attitudes that will make you feel he is interested in other girls if he likes you. You should read beyond this lines.

3: Are you aware of his philosophy about your envisaged act? You can ask him his take on that first. Here is the logic, if he resents it, then you just take to acting it instead of saying it, but if he likes it or he sees no evil in it. Tell him your fears about such 'backfiring'. For example, ask him this "but what do you think about guys running from a girl that asked them out or making her a subject/object of mockery. He would most likely not like such act, then you can be sure the chance of him trying those acts would be low if he eventually says NO.

4: Is he the timid type? Is it that he wants you as a friend alone? is it that you put up attitudes that is laying him off? The answer to these would help in knowing why he is not hitting the cue ball first *winks*

From the above, several concepts could evolve as long as you relax and observe well.

Finally, Christmas is here, then New year, then Valentine. The idea is people are more liberal, interesting, loving, nice and real this time. Why not take that advantage. Present him gifts that speak volume. If he acts up, tell him it is just in the spirit of Christmas or New year. You can also make a story up on how your friend asked a guy out and he took it personal. Then wait for his actions and reaction.
RomanceRe: Should Ladies Also Ration Feelings Of Affection Towards Their Partner? by Hidentity(m): 10:21am On Dec 15, 2014
iceberylin:
Just admit your crushing on her rather than using Big grammer as excuse
You mean "grammar" friend.
CrimeRe: I Killed My Boss Because I Needed 150,000 Naira For Dubai Trip-motor Boy by Hidentity(m): 9:52am On Dec 15, 2014
orbis:
There is no way to read what's on the mind from just looking at the face...Shakespeare 2014
Williams Shakespeare or Orbis Shakespeare? He died on April 23, 1616. So how come this quote got credited to him in 2014huh I fear you o.
RomanceRe: What Is The Craziest Thing You've Ever Done To Revenge On Your EX by Hidentity(m): 6:07pm On Dec 08, 2014
beesammy:
We from France need another forum - Farancéland
People like you are needed to ease tension. Can't stop laughing... Not even Frenchland but Faranceland.
Poems For ReviewRe: My Little Collections (an Anthology) by Hidentity(m):
Amazing, your way with words is inspiring. You would definitely not be forgotten as soon as you are gone because you have written something worth reading. So, it keeps you living.
CrimeRe: The Fiercest And Most Chilling Images From Political Unrests In Africa by Hidentity(m): 6:13pm On Nov 22, 2014
The wages of impunity. So sad none of the godfathers and godmothers are affected by these. The masses feel it the most but yet, the same people would rather die than choose wisely next time. We are our own problem.
LiteratureWith Word by Hidentity(op): 3:46pm On Nov 04, 2014
With word I can move the world
With word I can even lure a ward
With words even without a key, I can unlock a padlock.
this is not just the result of a pure luck.
For with right words I can penetrate the heart
And with chosen words I can shake the earth

Powerlessness is the certainty for he who can’t use word
For word is more powerful and sharper than sword
With words you unleash the greatest kick
For it breaks bone easier and quicker than stick
Words can injure souls faster than a spear
With right words many souls you can spare

The Sentence of death is clothed in words
Amnesty and pardon are results of nothing but words
The world itself is a product of words
And all the wards in the world communicate with words
Words can kill and heal, it aims and maims
Words distorted alone can draw a sword
And words with aptness can sheath a sword.

Can’t you see that this is the result of the word
With one letter out of the ‘world’ what is left is ‘word’.

Hidentity is an African
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LiteratureYou Are My Type by Hidentity(op): 2:06pm On Nov 04, 2014
Sell when you can
For you are not for all markets
Buy when you can
The market won’t stay there forever

Oh! How bitter it is to behold
A sight of happiness and joy
And offered a purchase price even though huge
But only for the purchase price to be rejected

But with persistent demand
S/he vomited: ‘what do you want for God sake?
Truly s/he thought he would never agree
That: ‘I am not good’ does not imply “I am bad”
Even though s/he closely resembles an angel,
Yet s/he says s/he is not at all good

What does a serious mind wants, s/he wonders
Why even coming to this abode s/he reflected

But known to none
I am not too serious and so is s/he
I am not a scholar and so is s/he
What s/he does so do I

The quest for happiness makes obscure the wit
The aura of pleasure makes oblivion the sweet
The ubiquitous nature of her vibe conceals the religion
Yet she thought s/he is not beautiful
What is beauty if not a rose?
Which withers quicker than ever.

What a tomboy s/he suppose s/he is
He is the desire of many damsels s/he thinks
Why should he come to this abode s/he asks?
When damsel are outside waiting to grasp
I won’t deceive you, s/he said
I am not your type s/he concluded.

Sell to me, it is already dusk
I want to buy, lest the market closes
All these matter do not really matter,
The matter at hand is that you matter
more than anyone, you are my type
and you matter most in this matter.

Hidentity is an African
Literature...and My Sleep Was Murdered by Hidentity(op): 1:59pm On Nov 04, 2014
If you are a surface thinker reading this, you are on your way to intellectual cemetery. If at age 20 you already have millions in your account and such is not a product of your labour, I advise you stop at this point. You may not see beyond. If you believe any critic of the government in power is a weapon of aggression launched by a rival party, you need deliverance before you can proceed. If you hate the truth and realist, you need leave this particular piece, you may check back when I write about my childhood fantasies.

There is every possibility that every new day in Nigeria opens the door of new trouble for the common men: one Ngozi dies on a daily basis as a result of poor health infrastructures in the government “owed” hospitals, one Aremu is buried each day amidst tears courtesy of the security challenges facing our nation and a Danladi is lynched everyday by angry traders for the alleged theft of a roasted corn after going five days without food. Wait, did I mention that no looting political office holder should bother to read this too? I am saying it now, please read about your next holiday spot in Dubai and the A to Z looting techniques. I know you are as mad as hell.

One day, in a part of the country, four young men accused of armed robbery were beaten out of strength by irate able bodied men and women. Short of the least energy to plead innocent, they rolled up and down in their own blood and unconsciously pleaded for mercy. The blood thirsty men paused to look at themselves and then heaved with a deadly relieve as bricks landed on the skull of the four victims followed by the chorus “die”. Today, the blood of these innocent souls still cries to the high heavens for justice. But justice is on her sick bed, I hope we won’t be invited to her funeral soon. Did that moment and act pass a message to us as Nigerians?

Few days later, before a judge peeping through his glasses, a young man was arraigned for stealing a tuber of yam. After pleading guilty to the charges and begging to be pardoned for the sake of his kids who were well dressed in rags and seized with anxiety in the court room, the learned judge clears his throat in a menacing manner and pronounced three years of imprisonment on him. “That is the law,” he said in a quite pitiful tone as the kids struggled with the khaki men to let daddy go. What does that say to you as a Nigerian?

In the same day, but in another part of the country, Asake, a very old woman was beating to pulp by several street boys. Her crime was that she was too old not to be a witch. “How could you live till this time when your colleagues are all gone? You are definitely behind our failures,” “mama Salewa was born after you, she died three years ago,” “Mr. Salako was your age mate, he died last year,” one muscular young man asserted as others confidently chorused “Asake, the witch”. Then came the suggestions, “let us severe her into pieces,” “no, let us bury her alive,” “why not burn her with my old tyres?” Any message from that as a Nigerian?

On the same day, in the same part of the country, Mr Ijakumo was seen addressing thousands of youths who kept on chanting his name and assuring him it is either him in the next election or violence. During his first tenure, he ordered Mr. Transparency to be beaten to coma, with his influence, probity was sent on exile and he was among the collective fighters for the release of corruption. Honourable Ijakumo was a well built man with a protruding belly and an empty head to match it. Any observation from that as a Nigerian?

And to borrow from Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo, on the same day, in yet another part of the town, a big politician and his entourage pulled into town in a convoy of exotic vehicles led by expert police riders. Young men with fists up in the air and heads bowed surround the biggest of the cars in which the politician was suspected to be. “We are loyal,” “If not you next year, then violence,” they yielded by the window. Just from a far distance, one older man noticed the blood stain of a poor pedestrian on the tires of the politician’s vehicle. The politician’s convoy knocked down an old woman with her baby few miles back and moved on. “God will punish him,” the older man said and walked away. Any message so far?


Hidentity is an African.
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LiteratureLife Is Short by Hidentity(op):
Life is short, though long in our eyes
Yet short than anything in that wise
Life is a storming sea with our eyes we see
Since the race started we are surfing the sea
Entirely with our lives we all run after something we seek
Running after wealth like does a hawk after a chick

Life is short, my love life is short
It is high time I prepared the shot.
All my efforts so far appear to be in vain
And everything seemed done with so much pain

Cupid has wounded me with love arrow
Since then, without you, I am living in sorrow
In the ocean of love and sea of affection I am drown
Alas! You see me in the ocean you turn back and run

Lol! And behold! I am in dilemma
I have almost completely become a dreamer
I am between an inferno and the Caribbean Sea
In this sea my eyes have refused to see
My mind harbours, so much, conflicting view
My mind’s eyes are of differing view

I see in one the sign to persist
But the other sighs tell me to completely desist
One wants me to be bold
But timidity is better the other told

Even that I am in terrible fear
It does not dissuade me for I must dare.


Hidentity is an African
CelebritiesRe: Google Removes Linda Ikeji's Blog by Hidentity(m): 6:09pm On Oct 08, 2014
When a child grows in the midst of hostile relatives, hatred becomes an addiction. In Nigeria, people see it easier to chase their purported "rival" to extinction than to give their own dreams life through a religious chase. The Pull him/her down (Ph.D) syndrome is common among Nigerians. I am no fan of Linda but this is too wrong. I wish her a bigger return
EducationRe: 10 Types Of Lecturers You Meet In The University by Hidentity(m): 8:41am On Oct 08, 2014
adegwurulez:
Am I the only one getting pissed off with this ten types of people shii on nl? someone will soon come up with ten types of people you meet in a public toilet.
You are not the only one brother. We have the habit of abusing things... Well, the name said it all; NAIRAland.
Dating And Meet-up ZoneRe: Those Born October Let Merge Here.... by Hidentity(m):
Interesting
EducationRe: 12 Types Of Students You Will Meet In Night Classes by Hidentity(m):
4 & 5 were the angles my clique operated from. The preaching was not even a serious one. We preached against serious reading with things like "Jesus did not attend any university and he saved souls, with your 4.5 gp, you can't even save an ant". We reminded them that 'all readings without dating and "holding over" makes them spinsters and bachelors at 45'. We really preached. We miss the moment.
Jobs/VacanciesRe: Mistakes Dat I've Made In Job Interviews That You Should Avoid At All Costs by Hidentity(m):
I will advise that people get sensitive during interviews and think outside the box. I recently went for an interview where this happened;

Interviewer: Where are you from?

Me: I am from ... (a small town in Africa)

Interviewer: Can you just mention one or two great men that came from the same place just like you?

Me: Yes, I can.

Interviewer: Go ahead, mention just two

Me: (I then mentioned MY NAME first and then that of a Supreme Court Justice). The surprise the audacity of mentioning my name gave them was apparent in their facial expressions.

MY POINT: Interviewers want to know how much value you attach to yourself and how sensitive you are, do not go acting like you are worthless or insignificant. You come first!
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 10:23pm On Oct 03, 2014
SalC: Booked by debbie,

Available dates...
11th
14th
17th-19th
21st-22nd
24th-26th
29th -39th
11th then
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 8:32pm On Oct 03, 2014
OKAY. A nice idea. I want to book October 13.
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 8:31pm On Oct 03, 2014
October 13.
LiteratureThe Funeral Of Justice by Hidentity(op): 8:22pm On Oct 03, 2014
It was a "beautiful" day pregnant with sorrow; the cloud was dressed in dark mourning attire as she wept soberly in her elevated position, the trees wore a frown look as the grasses stood still in grief, the anguished birds chorused the funeral song in unison on a giant mahogany tree very close to the grave yard. People of enviable reputations were seen taking turns to sign the condolence register. Honourable Empty-head represented the Union of Incompetent Politicians, Sergeant Ijakumo was in attendance on behalf of the Unqualified Police, Professor Dullard was in turnout for the Unskilled Teachers, Barrister Injustice came on behalf of National Unjust Lawyers, Mr. Rumour was the representative of National Union of Prejudiced Journalists, Pastor Doom was seen at the grave side carrying a bottle of holy water with his unholy hands, Imam Deceit was also present with his lies-induced protruding belly, Rosco represented the Society of Dim-witted Youths, Doctor Eru-Iku ably represented Inept Medical Practitioners among others. The typical silence that symbolizes the beauty of the graveyard was absent as different tones of cajoling cries were heard corroborating the crocodile tears. It was the funeral of Justice!

Before then, Justice was a just woman who lived in a country that shares land borders with the Republic of Benin in the West, Chad and Cameroon in the East, Niger in the North, which coast lies in the gulf of Guinea in the South and being washed steadily by the mighty Atlantic. In her life time Justice was known to have worked in different sectors of the nation with outstanding and impressive performance to show for it. In the public sectors, she was the one behind the firing of Nepotism and Corruption. Report had it that she checked their appointment files and realized they were both incompetent for any appointment especially in a nation that must progress. This obviously didn’t go well with Honourable Empty-head whose sophisticated way of life was premised on the appointment of Mr. Nepotism and Mrs Corruption at the ministries.

Few weeks after, Sergeant Ijakumo was queried by his boss for receiving bribe from a cab driver at the Federal Capital Territory. It was reported that the complaint against Sergeant Ijakumo was logged by Justice. Obviously, Ijakumo became desperate to take his pound of flesh from Justice. Driven by the zeal to see a country where the orphans and poor can compete, Justice went to the University of Future and heard Professor Dullard threatening to facilitate Decency’s expulsion if she fails to satisfy his sexual shenanigans. Few days later, Professor Dullard was cooling his feet in a cell for his involvement in series of indecent acts on students. Because of his selfish interest, Barrister Injustice got aggrieved by the conviction of his notorious client, Professor Dullard. Without wasting time, he instituted an action to quash the conviction on Appeal but unfortunately, Justice sat on the matter and did not admit the forged evidence and falsely-tailored arguments of Barrister Injustice. For a breach of the Rules of Professional Conducts, Barrister Injustice’s name was struck out of Legal Practitioner name and was to have a three years holiday at Kuje after his conviction.

Mr. Rumour heard about this and took advantage of his office as a respected Journalist to write a scandalous piece about Justice. The panel to try the allegation against Justice was led by Justice Graft who was Mrs Corruption’s elder brother. The report of the Panel was forged to indict Justice who got sanctioned through removal from office. Worried by the injustice perpetrated by the panel, Justice slumped one afternoon and was rushed to the hospital. On the said day, Dr. Eru-Iku and Nurse Poison were on duty at the General Hospital. Nonetheless, they both insisted on being bribed before attending to Justice in his critical situation. Worried by the development, Equality ran to Pastor Doom and Imam Deceit who could plead with Dr. Eru-Iku to attend to Justice, but on their way to the General Hospital, Rosco was sent to invite them to Honourable Eru-Iku’s villa. On getting there, they were promised a share of the resources siphoned from the masses. In one voice, Pastor Doom and Imam Deceit chorused “Justice is done!” At the same moment, Justice took her last breath at the hospital.

In tears, I covered the biography of Justice containing the above story of her sojourn in life and ran towards the isolated bush path to prevent the funeral of the fallen hope of a nation from taking place. As I struggled through the crowd to challenge Honourable Empty-Head and his co-perpetrators, a hand held me by the shoulder and dragged me back. “Who invited you?” the hefty figure asked in a terrible voice. “I… I am…” I managed to explain how I was at the venue since invitation was strictly by involvement in the death of Justice, but no convincing explanation was forthcoming as all eyes were on me. A heavy punch landed on my abdominal region and the day became night. “Justice must not die!” I shouted as I opened my eyes only to realize I had slept off in an examination hall. The eyes of a thousand, seven hundred students were on me, I managed to force a smile but no one replied the gesture. The lecturer approached me with a clenched fist… I don’t want to return to witness the funeral of Justice.

Hidentity is an African
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Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 1:22pm On Oct 03, 2014
Kamsified post=/post/26831263:
This got me laughing. Sorry na,don't cry dearie. Remember it's a family affair so we already know your voice cheesy so we'll manage
OKay. Please do not say I did not warn thee. So, let the leaders begin.
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 12:41pm On Oct 03, 2014
Kamsified post=/post/26827840:
cheesy
Oh am sorry, pdizzle will be in charge of music
In a whisper* I know he'll start with 'Christ is my rock' wink

Assisting him with music will be jenoncam, mum4all & hidentity
Kamsified, you have no idea of what asking me to sing could lead to? My voice is beyond terrible #sobs
Nairaland GeneralThere Was A Country by Hidentity(op): 12:35am On Oct 03, 2014
Nigeria is changing; not the changes I like.
There are new developments; not the ones we are happy about.

There was a country: the joy of sellers was in the competence of the government. The government will provide good road networks, malls and loans for them. In that malls, they traded and made profits... At the end, they would chorus " Chineke gọzie Nnamdi Azikwe."

There was a country: the poor and the orphans could compete at any level. Education was a priority on the government's to-do list... The fruit of education then was certainly good. It brought about pride and fulfilments, the lows and highs studied under a roof... As he mounted that podium to clinch that prize, his late parents whispered from the world beyond "Oba l'ókè a yónú sí Awolowo."

There was a country: peace and unity were inseparable twins. Life was near a bed of roses. Lost properties were returned by true Nigerians that found them... In one voice they sang "Nagode Ahmadu Bello"

Today, the traffic congestion created by the roads the government did not fix is the opportunity for sellers to sell to passengers.

Today, education does not come for free. The poor and orphan cannot compete. Today, returning lost properties to the owner is "foolishness." Life is not even a carpet of grasses, let alone a bed of roses.

Nigeria is changing, only because change is constant.

Hidentity is an African.
LiteratureAmidst The Turbulence by Hidentity(op): 1:02am On Oct 02, 2014
In this thick jungle I am lost
In a world of violence adorned with lust
Where for what you buy not you pay the cost
And innocent faces conceal devious thoughts

In this heavy rain, I feel so cold
Confused on which to take among numerous roads
The silent cries of both the young and old
Dancing to fate’s drum for purposes unknown

Amidst the turbulent wave, I shudder
For the fear of the unknown, I bother
Words unknown to anyone I gently mutter
As the cloud assent with a mighty thunder

Under this scorching sun I soberly sweat
From the womb to destination unknown yet
Tomorrow we forget we might wake dead
For the certainty of seeing the day we’ve placed a bet

Under the dark sky we dream so bright
We long to be rich that we have no dime
To the essence of life we lend no time
As life slowly fades like the tobacco in a pipe

In this ocean of reality I gently sail
The footprint of destiny I humbly trail
We may not win but no one must fail
For our end, many will definitely wail
Yet, with our strives generations must come to hail

In the world of imagination I met reality
He gave me everything, yet concedes they are nothing
For the true name of all we see is vanity


Hidentity is an African
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Dating And Meet-up ZoneRe: Those Born October Let Merge Here.... by Hidentity(m): 12:42am On Oct 02, 2014
Team October.

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