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TV/MoviesRe: Photos From The Premiere Of Kunle Afolayan’s “October 1″ by Hidentity(m): 7:35pm On Oct 01, 2014
Despite the several wastes some Nigerians are left to see as movies in Nigeria, people like Kunle Afolayan and others still do Nigerians proud.

Excellent, I must say. That is the definition of a movie; a movie excudes class.
CultureRe: Best Thing A Friend Has Ever Done For You. by Hidentity(m): 8:35am On Oct 01, 2014
Oltabaks: It was 2007.I was in JSS 2.It was a public school.It was the third term examination,and i was about to cheat.My friend Yusuf was seated two seats behind me.As soon as the invigilator turned away from me,i asked Yusuf for the answer to the third question.Apparently,the answer was a long one so he decided to write it out on a paper.He threw the paper to me,but it fell halfway between us.The invigilator turned,looked me in the eye,and walked straight to me.She picked the paper and told me to get up.Yusuf stood up and said he wrote it.The woman told him to sit but he didn't.He said she should compare the handwritings on the script with the one on his answer sheet.She did and told him to follow her to the principal's office.I couldn't let it go so i stood up too,and i told her i asked him to write it for me.She took the both of us to the principal's,we got 15 strokes of his thick cane each and we've been laughing about that incident ever since.We wrote that paper again and he still taught me question number 3.
Don't be shy:Share the best thing a friend has ever done for you.
Mine is similar to yours, but kind of ironic. Was doing amazingly well in Biology then, even as an Art student. During our WASSCE mock, a lady very close to me was almost crying because she could not answer some questions. I could not turn my head pretending I did not see because I can't endure someone crying around me. It touches the most humane part of me.

I tried whispering but she could not get it. So, she got a sheet of paper and passed it to me, I solved the questions when I was almost done, an invigilator came from behind and seized it. She asked me why I brought "expo" in, that question alone reconfigured me and my coherence and the possible lies disappeared in my head. I did not get myself together before I was walked out. Most people knew something apart from "bringing in expo" happened but could not explain. The shock: The lady i wanted to help did not say "hi" since then till now. Not even consoling me for the "F" I was eventually given and the punishments of cutting trees and elephant grasses for 4 straight weeks. That was in 2006.

I did not tell anyone the truth then too, I was just looking. In 2013, I told a lady the truth and in 2014 I am telling nairalanders too.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 10:29pm On Sep 30, 2014
Kangol99: I love Nairaland becos it brings people together, even old friends.
You are right but it is less intellectual. There are days I just pass by the FP and shake my head at some topics. I also think Seun should learn to pay pple for their services (his mods) and he should give intellectual issues enough audience too.
LiteratureRe: Eroded By The City by Hidentity(op): 8:25am On Sep 30, 2014
OMA4U: Have you posted this before?
Not with this account.
Nairaland GeneralThe Second Best by Hidentity(op): 1:45am On Sep 30, 2014
The rain that fell in the days of our fore-fathers still falls today, the cloud is not different; it is about what we make out of it.

Today, I should be quoted for saying a man’s ultimate mission in life is not to compete with people in their fields, it is to compete with himself and make the best out of his situation. After all, a lion is not meant to rule in the river, a fish is not to be the king of the jungle and the birds do not fight for a place in the holes. A man cannot achieve a feat meant for another, and if one man tries to run through others’ track in the noble race of life, he gets disqualified and lives the life of no relevance.

The ignorance of the above is probably the reason while many tend to come, see, but end their sojourn without the ability to conquer. I have come to realize that a man tends to give all it takes to achieve the exploit meant for another at the expense of his own noble dreams. The reason for this is not far-fetched, they either look upon their ultimate assignment as nothing, some, out of blotted foresight think a particular field is much more recognized than theirs, while the last are those without the mind of their own; they dance to the tune others play for them.

We are in the 21st century where everything has changed. Gone were those days when one can firmly beat his chest and say age is equal to experience. Now, it is a new rhythm, age may be equal to exposure to several occurrences, but the ability to learn one or two lessons from those numerous circumstances make one an experienced person. Invariably, where a man of eighty (80) years had witnessed several incidents and he has little or no lesson to learn from them, he may be placed below a youth of twenty five (25) years who has witnessed a little with several lessons to learn from it where experience is a requirement.

Everybody dreams big. The role model of every youth aspiring for a political office is Abraham Lincoln, for those who want to turn activist, they eye the records of Martin Luther King Jnr, young writers want to turn the Wole Soyinka of tomorrow and one need not get surprised when all football loving kids claim to be Ronaldo or Messi. No, I am not saying it is wrong to dream big and there is definitely no error in setting out to achieve the dreams by having a role model, but all seems wrong when we turn to the slave of our desires and long to be the carbon copy of a celebrated pace-setter.

I have the strong conviction that there is no scintilla of limitation to what a man can achieve if he sets his mind on it. Charles H. Duel once said all that could be invented has been invented. Yet, new discoveries and inventions proved him wrong. If Lincoln had set to be another Leonardo Da Vinci, we may not have reckoned with the highly-placed leader, if Lord Denning had shelved his potentials to make himself the new Isaac Newton, the time-honoured dictums of the father of law might be missing today, If Wole Soyinka had longed after being another Thomas Edison, the noble laureate might have been missing in the African continent. But with the zeal to live a life of relevance, Leonardo Da Vinci comes to mind when one talk about a great artist, Isaac Newton’s law of motion remains in science, the invention of Edison can never be forgotten in history while the legally sound utterances of Lord Denning echo throughout the globe. The sky is spacious enough for a million stars to shine at a time. Do not limit yourself; do not hide behind other’s achievement. You are not a local champion.

The questions are, when will all man recognize the need to stop placing limitation on their selves? When are we going to stop chasing shadows all in the name of ambitions? There is a limitation to how far one can achieve when one gets modelled after another man’s life, but there is no constraint to what a man can be only if he can be himself. As far as no man is born ungifted, no job is insignificant and change remains a constant thing, the several people in the world can all get celebrated if we discover our potentials and make good use of it. I once met someone who told me he left his hair not barbed because a renowned writer does the same, while someone once sees no value in education because Micheal Jackson made it with no single degree. What a twisted perception. A victory is worth celebration only if it comes with its glory, a success premised on being another man at the expense of one’s purpose in life is like the coronation of a king without crown. It comes with little or no value.

The best person a man can be is himself, being the next man might yield regret. There can only be one Einstein, there can be no other Aristotle, Martin Luther King has no replacement, and no other Fela will come after the one we knew. Trying to be like any of them at the expense of one’s dream and purpose of existence can only make one second to them notwithstanding the efforts. However, with ease, a diligent effort towards one’s dream, one can be a hero the world wants to celebrate and make a name everyone wants to answer.
You were born little... Please do not die little.

Hidentity is an African
LiteratureTo My Unborn Child "Poetry" by Hidentity(op): 1:31am On Sep 30, 2014
Strange it may seem that I set to write
To enlighten you and ensure all is right
Joy fills my heart even with the mysteries of time
Passion for you has no worth, though I have no dime

Child, listen to the silent whispers of my heart
And from the lessons of my travails do not depart
Child, from within heed to my guidance
To the world you intend to build, use it as a fragrance

Know it, that life is a battle field
But easy does it, you need not speed
Learn from your father the pride in humility
And rely not solely on your ability

Child, overlook people’s fault
But reward all around you for their efforts
It will work for you; I mean the right words
For to win the battle of life you need no sword

Child, listen to the words of the wise
And betray no man if you must rise
Unveil and expunge stains blotted in deals
With this, in your castle shall live peace

The one who will mother you, I know not
The colt upon which you shall lay, I’ve not bought
Your gender cannot limit you in any field of life
For with determination, you can rule the sky

The name of your knights thou must not blot
The downfall of any man thou shall not plot
Adorn everyone around you with value
And to you long life shall accrue

Run not through the crooked boulevards
Nor go through the ill-fated backyards
Choose associates by disposition
Your opinion should be bought by no man through imposition

My child, the best of things cannot be seen by the eyes
For any step you have to take, inform your mind
Come, play your part and make a change.
My unborn child; tomorrow’s sage.


Hidentity is an African
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NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 10:35pm On Sep 29, 2014
Claroo: I sight u trendiitee
Claroo has been posted to LIBERIA. Congrats
PoliticsRe: Jonathan Places Pa Akinkunmi On Lifetime Salary, Gives Out Houses To Steward by Hidentity(m): 6:24pm On Sep 29, 2014
I am no fan of President Jonathan. All the same, he deserves the applause for this. He acted sensitive and humane, especially to the old Baba Akinkunmi. Jonathan did this right.
LiteratureRe: Eroded By The City by Hidentity(op): 6:15pm On Sep 29, 2014
immortalcrown: Please, is your poem in the market?
No yet Sir.
LiteratureThe Universal Artist by Hidentity(op): 3:24pm On Sep 29, 2014
Through the gallery of life, I wander
To His works of creation with no blunder
I am left with no word but to ponder
Who is this artist filled with wonder?

He drew the plan of the world as an entity
The great architect of fate and destiny
He left the stars to adorn the sky
And the sun to make the day bright

He drew the black and made the white
A fortune writer who writes right
He formed the land and made the sea
He drew all insects, even the bee

He designed the man and made the woman
Leaving no reason for man to woo man
In his creation he made the moon
And beautifully the sun for each noon

In his gallery comes day and night
He draws so perfect and with no blight
In His arcade lives the beginning and the end
And the pen to draw us out of trend.

Hidentity is an African.
LiteratureSisi Ologe "Damsel" by Hidentity(op): 2:18pm On Sep 29, 2014
Sisi Ologe, please pardon my lack of Courtesy
Or Perhaps my piece that might appear boring
I have watched for years and failed to speak
But maybe these new trends have fed me to the peak

Why have you failed to give your head a rest?
Is that on your head a hair style or a bird’s nest?
No, I am not against your usual cat walk
But this long nails portray you as a typical village hawk

Your deceitful suitors see a damsel after your facial painting
Honestly, all I see is a Chinese doll meant for babies
A thousand high heels won’t change a dwarf’s destiny
Your combination of lavender endangers with intensity

He won’t tell you that path you are walking is bad
He knew the moment he shares with you won’t last
Expensive hairstyles won’t conceal your faults
You had the worse result the last time I checked the board

The result of my rigorous research I shall tell you
And if you turn deaf ears it’s nothing new
Men only pretend they like bad ladies
They don’t pray she becomes the mother of their babies

If your moves are simply to impress a worthy man
I think from reality you have moved too far
A fish will never leave the sea to seek a mate on land
You can only get your type as a man.

Hidentity is an African.
LiteratureEroded By The City by Hidentity(op): 12:08am On Sep 29, 2014
From a noble home came this beauty
Who took to the road so obscured and filthy
The daughter of who you are you must remember
That’s mother’s warning from January to December

From papa’s pipe emerged the warning smoke
The calabash she once broke earned her many strokes
Encomium showered on her by several mouths
For moments she gallantly did the village proud

Now, Ashake set for the city adorned with light
Shedding hot tears as she evacuated that cold night
Will I see this same star standing next to the moon?
I will definitely miss the river-way gist each noon

She questioned in her mind with teary eyes
As her luggage was attached to the wagon so tight
The wagon zoomed towards the city of several miles
May the gods be with you, the villagers chorused as they cried

Ajegunle! The conductors chorused with their dark lips
Exactly, the noise that woke her from her deep sleep
Quickly, she reached for her luggage at the back
And the village goodies-filled sack

Time flies, nothing lasts till eternity
She honourably made it to the varsity
Amidst the big girls, mother’s words were set on fire
And from the teachings of her father, she stupidly retired

Like a coin, she was tossed from hand to hand
It is her profession to get laid even by gang
She sold to them products that shouldn’t be bought
Night dealers, after her they firmly sought

The wooden wagon is back again under the dark sky
It conveyed someone devoid of life
Gently, the wooden box was lowered to the underground home
Inside it lays eternally the one-time epitome of beauty.
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NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 9:33pm On Sep 28, 2014
sabiguy: You mean after the regular allowee, the state govt also pay these??
Yes.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 8:28pm On Sep 28, 2014
noordean: Akwa ibom,r u sure of dat?
Saw it on a facebook page. I am not sure.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 5:29pm On Sep 28, 2014
Here is the list of the state Allawee in Nigeria
for corpers.
1. Akwa Ibom State pays N20,000
2. Lagos state pays N15,000 and some times
N10,000 to corpers in ministry and N5000
to dos in LGA.
3.Sokoto State pays N4,000 and N9,000 to
those in state hospital.
4.Enugu Statepays N10,000
5.Oyo state pays N3,800
6.Osun State pays N5,000
7.Kano State pays N4,000
8.Borno State pays N1,000
9.Minna State pays N3,000
10.Yobe State pays N2,500
11. Bayelsa pays N3,000
12. Ekiti state pays N5,000
13. Ogun State pays N5,000
14. Delta States pays N5,000
15. Bauchi State Pays N1,250
16.Cross River State pay N3,090
17.Zamfara State N3,000
18.Abia State pays N5,000
19.Imo State pays N2,000
20.Taraba state pays N2,400 .
PoliticsRe: •atiku: In Warm Handsakes With APC Paid Bloggers In Lagos by Hidentity(m):
APC-paid bloggers? Sorry friend, fairness should be the bedrock of any report. I am not into politics but that guy on a white shirt and the guy on suit are known people. They are my friends. They are not bloggers. Please get your facts right.
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 11:45pm On Sep 27, 2014
Ubenedictus: hey dear,

you're welcome, feel free to drop in here anytime to drop questions, prayer, encouragement, or just join in the discussion.

This is your home, welcome.


Let me wait for the welcoming squad
Thanks a lot.
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 11:44pm On Sep 27, 2014
jnrbayano: You are highly welcomed.

feel at home and visit as often as you can.
Thanks brother.
Christianity EtcRe: A Thread For Catholics by Hidentity(m): 10:45pm On Sep 27, 2014
Good evening friends. This is my first time here... So, I guess I am a fresher.
PoliticsRe: We’ve Reduced Poverty By 50% – Jonathan by Hidentity(m): 9:38pm On Sep 27, 2014
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PoliticsRe: We’ve Reduced Poverty By 50% – Jonathan by Hidentity(m): 9:34pm On Sep 27, 2014
The way Mr. President measures his self-acclaimed achievements in percentage is alarming. Poverty reduced by 50% in Nigeria? Oh, pardon my forgetfulness, Umaru Dikko once said poverty is only when someone eats from the gutter. I guess that was the basis of Mr. President's ridiculous assertion...

He should define poverty first, then go for an unprejudiced survey before the constant abuse of the percentage thing. The highs are getting higher, the lows are paying for it...
LiteratureThe Poet's Mathematics by Hidentity(op): 6:23pm On Sep 27, 2014
With his canoe, he paddled on the lone sand
Deafening noise and yet no sound
For years he awaited the sun’s appearance at night
He grew so weak that he became a knight

His greatest fear is that he is fearless
Taking caution with him implies one is careless
Those in his future died in the time past
So slow that he won every race before they start

Perfectly imperfect to be seen as perfect
Gallantly, he strolled around the crowded but empty market
And towards the woman who was the husband of her wife
Then she sold to the man who neither came to buy nor sell

Long life to the king destined to die young
Through whom their happiest sorrow “sprung”
Sadly, they composed the song for his coronation
Happily, it was sang at his funeral
Where he delivered a speech as their general

The lines are hidden inside the moon
You need a missal to crack this.



Hidentity is an African.
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NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 5:54pm On Sep 27, 2014
Otenestbestyaho: Items u need in nysc orientation camp:
1.Call up letter(Original&10 Photocopies)
2.School I D card(Original&10 Photocopies)
3.Notification of Result(Original&10 Photocopies)
4.Passport photographs (About 10-15 copies)
5.Stationery e.g pen, Jotter for lectures, stappler&tippex. (Note:- The 1st 4 are for registration&do not laminate your call-up letter pls)
6.Round necked white T shirt atleast 3
7.White shorts atleast 2
8.Plain white sneakers/tennis shoes(rubber) (1)
9.White socks atleast 2pairs
10.Mosquito treated net (to guide your belongings)
11.Basic drugs panadol,paracetamol,etc (not necessary because it will be available at the NYSC clinic)
12.Padlocks
13.Waist pouch
14.Beverages
15.Dettol, bath soap&Detergents (if you don't wanna spend for washing)
16.Towel&face towel
17.A pair of slippers
18.Bedsheets
19.Flashlight (Torchlight phone)
20.Food flask, bowl and cup
21.Sunglasses
22. Extra phone batteries and charger
23.Cash from N10,000 upward( if you want to enjoy Maami Market). 24. Bible.
Wish us the best
Thanks boss.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 5:41pm On Sep 27, 2014
ebrahyym: WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT!
Dear Maa,
how can i sleep confortbly on my bed while u r on hospital bed may b unsleepable....sorry sleep, no tym 4 u, fly out 2 ma dearest eyes......
#GetwellSoonMaa
need ur pryrs my e-collegues. thnx in advance
I wish her quick healing... Cheers brother, she will be up soon.
Nairaland GeneralAn Open Letter To Our Ladies by Hidentity(op):
"Our” in this piece is of a restricted context. It encompasses the rational boys of today; the single lucid male youths threading the boulevards with the hope of meeting a special one someday; the bachelors with beautiful dreams and worthwhile strength of personality. There is a restriction: the restriction is not on the ground of wealth, background, tribe, religion or profession. The restriction is placed on the silhouettes behind our moral decadence, the heavy sleepers with no whit of dream, the common side attractions of our collective struggles, the morally sick young men we call players, users and dumpers for no commonsensical basis, the buyers of product not meant for sale. We write on behalf of well-brought-up young men and not dim-witted men.

Dear future wives, we are sure by the time you are done reading this piece, either of three things would happen: one, you would be glad you read this because it would help a bit to shape things. Second, you would realize how far your moral gullibility and shallow review has ruined things for you. Third, you would call the bluff off us in the silence of your mind because your decision has ruined and spoilt you beyond redemption or possible societal deliverance. So, you may just save yourself the stress of reading this piece of advice to the virtuous and genuine potential wives. We do know that one cannot teach an old dog a new trick. As for the future wives, join us as we set the ball of this societal concern rolling.

Permit us to use the word relationship for a constrained scope in this editorial. Relationship has become a free for all enterprise that even a genuine nincompoop can claim to be in love with a typical bimbo. Easy! We are neither condemning relationships nor writing against it, as long as it is a healthy relationship between two levelheaded persons with prospects and a clear goal of what they expect on the long run. Conversely, this position is near death in the hands of the Romeo and Juliet of our streets. Purpose, value, focus, determination and insight are dead and long buried in plethora of relationships. As a matter of verity, most boys and girls of today lack what it takes to be the men and women of tomorrow. Forget about the accumulation of years of existence that paints one as old! Of what use is the 60th marriage anniversary of a couple whose house serves as a worse point of reference when a dejected woman needs a reason to see her drunken husband as a lesser liability? For the avoidance of a breach of the long known truism that “time is money”, let us be prudent in its use as we grab the bull by the horn.

Dear future wives, we are moved by the turn and basis choice making takes in this new era, the fate of men who could not afford your heavy demands drew sympathy from us, we got concerned about your recent frolicking ride with the men who neither see your dream nor your future. To become a wife has indeed been adulterated since the personality of the so-called husband does not exclude being tagged a wife, but please do not make a beast or desperate beasts out of our men because of the new trend of getting enticed by cool rides. Let them follow the right route and get there instead of a shady deal to meet your giant list, and do not insult the genuine future wife by making people think all women can be bought the same way a Chinese doll can be hurriedly gotten even in a hold-up. You cannot walk few metres down the street before people start whispering about your records in relationship shenanigans in different places. You are the girlfriend of the boy with the blue Benz, you are the side chic of the one with the power bike, you are still seeing several others and you think you are a future wife? Maybe, but not the type anyone would pray for and not the type that would not reminisce and cry. A lady who chooses the player’s path is just like a football: it is kicked in group on the sand, grasses, mud and one day it would burst and be forgotten.

The title wife comes with great pride only if the man is worth it. Let us cut a little on the goose chase, you might never even earn that sacred title ‘wife’ if all that gets you giggling is a flash of currency you know not how to earn. So, our ‘chics` of today, you should know that it is not the glitz and glitters that made Oprah Winfrey neither is it hopping from one man to the other but the talent that was nurtured with endurance and patience. Olufunmilayo Kuti did not attain reverence through sleeping about and clinching to the ambitionless boys with swag. It is good to want a man that is an envy of every woman, the sad news is this; a lot of ladies are already in the business. Why not try to be the woman every man wants? Trust us, just that perfect look and body shape can’t take you there. Our ‘chics’ of today, look less at the cracks on his collar but more at the fire that burns in his eyes. He could afford a nicely styled shirt or maybe not but he has chosen to sow into a future; a tomorrow so big it will fulfill you and your lovely princes and princesses.

Count yourself lucky to have a man who understands ‘tomorrow’ not every man understands that tomorrow is beyond when we sleep at dusk and wake to a sunny next day. Your friends might laugh at his worn out shoes and faded shirt now but if you follow through with your dreams and support him as he actualizes his dreams, you will have a chance to show those ‘fry-end’ how feeble minded they were! Better decision, ignore their cynicism and make a comparison of your achievement in ten years if they are anywhere to be found. You might be so irritated by his lack of swagger because he will rather call you beautiful instead of the more trendy ‘hot’. Our dear future wives, trend is not forever and in few years swagger will not pay the bills. Like the famous Bible quote; “many were called but few were chosen”. To the very few who would earn the right to be a wife in the future; do not part with your dignity for a possession of a Victorian Secret. It fades away just like its fragrance. He is 20 and in 10 or 20 years time, his ambition is to be the new “Terry G” and you still see him as Mr. Right because his gifts have bought your focus off.

Note it; you will one day be the mother of that child the whole world wants to see on the platform: the platform of victory or that of shame. It is your decision today that determines what people will say about your unborn children tomorrow. Our future wives, look is good but it is just the icing on the cake and it does not last forever. Soon the wrinkles set in and the much idolized perfect lips crack when the Harmattan of life takes its toll. Listen carefully, money can be a tool; a bridge between where you are and where you can go in life but not a tool to pay for your love, time and affection. Those are priceless! Until you grasp this simple philosophy our dear wives; you will lose on that money can buy and chase fruitlessly that which money cannot buy. Brazilian hair and India curls may be in vogue, so were Afro and Kinki braids. Now, they are described as the ‘old fashion’. We beseech you, do not shut your brain for ‘braz’ and sell your future for ‘curls’, your heart is not a commodity to be purchased with money and your body is too dignified to be auctioned for a wealthy man who is too poor to afford good dreams and goals. Sooner than later, it will tangle but sadly along with your future. Watch him critically and examine his ways; if he is ambitious, industrious, God fearing and determined, you may have a rethink before an expensive gift from an acting lover boy buys your brain. A well-bred lady knows hopelessness, greed and low self esteem is the driving force for preferring material thing to a potential happy home and a man who sees through you.

Dear future wives, silver or gold we do not have but if you can take the pain to understand that the girl you are will be accountable to you, your fruits and generations to come, you will see a reason to drop your shallow assessment of men and look within for the one competent to be your King. This would also go a long way in reducing the business of “love buyers” and promote a noble treatment of women folk.

By Hidentity and Phronesis
Hidentity is an African
Miss Phronesis is a student of the premier university.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 6:54am On Sep 25, 2014
xpensiv05: Uw.... Bt y did u pay? Coz I didn't
There is no way I could have registered without paying. Though I did not pay the optional #4,000.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 5:19pm On Sep 24, 2014
xpensiv05: Pple are fighting Alrdi, heard d topic on political platform today. Calling on senate to look into d matter coz datz a way on cheating on innnocent graduate
Thanks @ xpensive. Until you replied, I felt I was not making any sense because those I thought should share my sentiment just ignored my suggestions and continued with more "important" things.

I hope our country won't get to a level where suffering and enjoying it will be a normal thing even to the youths. Thanks @ Xpensive. I appreciate.
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 3:00pm On Sep 24, 2014
Claroo: Nice one,abeg suggest aw we fit fight dem
We can write the FG and the body in charge through the media. If the extortion persist, tertiary institutions should boycott service for the time being. Another option is the FG should increase the allowance by 4,000 or 5,000 or convince us why online registration and call up letters can't be free. Registration for voters is free because it affects their interest, why can't this behuh
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 2:31pm On Sep 24, 2014
Friends, please the payment imposed for the compulsory online registration, the optional #4000 for online call-up letters and the scratch card we are to purchase to adjust the date of birth error is kind of unfair. Considering that the #4,000 will become compulsory after our batch.

Don't you think we should intelligently fight it? Even if we have to pay it, we can do something for those coming after us. We can get our call-up letters online without paying anything or even little. The date of birth error is not our fault but we will still pay. Why?
LiteratureThe Cry Of An Unborn Hero by Hidentity(op):
With determination, I waited for years
For a chance to survive, I pleaded with tears
Striving all days to be free from boredom
I want to know how it feels to live in freedom

Among my brothers I stand with hope
Even my feeble sisters managed to cope
I yearn for the opportunity to proof my worth
To make my potentials known to the world

It is written that few were called
But the crown will be worn by one
The one who can survive the rough and curve
That mind that will fall but still stand tough

Unannounced, the day came for us to race
No chance for runner-ups, the first gets the grace
Among millions of athletes, I raced and won
Others got wasted remaining not even one

I regained my freedom and mourned my brothers
Who for coming late fate has slaughtered
And to my sisters’ grave, I laid a wreath
For they raced to death and knew no peace

I sat in the lonesome channel, awaiting fate’s call
Getting my life through the umbilical cord
Now, I can feel the warmth with my skin
I’m beginning to know what it means to be a being

Months have passed and I cannot wait to go
To strive in the world and attain my goals
I will live right and get a perfect spouse
My late brothers and sisters I shall make proud

I can’t wait to meet my dear father
With whose tutor in life I will go farther
Mother, I will forever appreciate that you harbour me in your womb
Your words I shall honour even till I reach the tomb

Oh, mother is walking to where I do not know
Maybe to the market to get me a coat
No, she is talking to the doctor
Maybe after then, she will see the tailor

And now, I can feel her lying on her back
Are you tired? Mama did not hear, but I asked
I must treat her like a queen when I finally see her
I will buy her the whole world and even the best car

Oh, I can feel a hard metal touching my tender skin
It’s breaking my bones and injuring my shin
Mother! Come to my aid, I am badly hurt
I am bleeding heavily for this bloody cut

This tool is separating me from you, mother!
Tell it to stop or it will be guilty of murder
I’m not yet ripe to see the world or the light
An hand is pulling me out and holding so tight

Mother, life is ebbing out of me
Why did you plan to deny me my dream?
I have been severed; I have been denied access to life
Why have I been denied this beautiful right?

Mother, fortunes abundant would have been yours
To you nations could have bowed in turns
Now it seems all has come to halt
For in your womb golden dreams set to rot

I have been destroyed, I have been banished
In another dimension, hope has vanished
Why was I called when I was not needed?
These are the questions of all aborted children.



Hidentity is an African
NYSCRe: NYSC 2014 Batch C House by Hidentity(m): 7:20pm On Sep 23, 2014
Taiye4Christ: Welcome. Please introduce yourself: name, institution and course
My name: Hidentity

Institution: University of Ilorin

Course: English.
CrimeRe: Kidnappers Beaten To Near Death By Angry Mob In Calabar [viewers Discretion] by Hidentity(m): 4:13pm On Sep 23, 2014
This too shall pass... Then somewhere that same day, a powerful senator who had shed more blood will be celebrated by the same mob. The REAL kidnappers are in the corridors of power but they are neither "stoneable" nor "arrestable". This is Nigeria!

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