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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. |
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.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. |
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. |
OMA4U: Have you posted this before?Not with this account. |
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 |
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 |
Claroo: I sight u trendiiteeClaroo has been posted to LIBERIA. Congrats |
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. |
immortalcrown: Please, is your poem in the market?No yet Sir. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
sabiguy: You mean after the regular allowee, the state govt also pay these??Yes. |
noordean: Akwa ibom,r u sure of dat?Saw it on a facebook page. I am not sure. |
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 . |
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. |
Ubenedictus: hey dear,Thanks a lot. |
jnrbayano: You are highly welcomed.Thanks brother. |
Good evening friends. This is my first time here... So, I guess I am a fresher. |
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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... |
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. |
Otenestbestyaho: Items u need in nysc orientation camp:Thanks boss. |
ebrahyym: WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT!I wish her quick healing... Cheers brother, she will be up soon. |
"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. |
xpensiv05: Uw.... Bt y did u pay? Coz I didn'tThere is no way I could have registered without paying. Though I did not pay the optional #4,000. |
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 graduateThanks @ 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. |
Claroo: Nice one,abeg suggest aw we fit fight demWe 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 be ![]() |
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? |
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 |
Taiye4Christ: Welcome. Please introduce yourself: name, institution and courseMy name: Hidentity Institution: University of Ilorin Course: English. |
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! |
