₦airaland Forum

Ciara9251:
You're right. You're really right. Well, I do post my poems on AllPoetry. And some foreign websites.

Okey dokey.

Ciara9251:
I write what I feel when I'm alone. But when it's got something to do with the people, I can't stand and watch a piece I suffered to create not get viewed. So I rather put it on a better site where it'd be appreciated by not only a few... but by the majority. You understand what I'm saying, right? I know you'd understand if you've been going through the poems section. Not everyone goes there. Like they are centered on the important sections, which I can't even count.

Yea I understand what you've saying but hey trust me, Nigerians don't appreciate poetry so it's not just a Nairaland thing.

Most poems you see here that have thousands of views didn't just get the views overnight. It accumulated with time. So patience is key. Besides if you continue to write I remember once telling you you'd evolve like so many of us.

Out of curiosity, which other site poems get viewed more than Nairaland?.

Ciara9251:
Mm-hmm. I knew the views weren't going to be like I wanted. So... to avoid further , I took it off.

Do you write for views or you write what you feel and how you feel?

Whatever it is, drop your poem and never mind the views. Let posterity judge.

Ishilove:
It shows na

oh really. Never knew. Lol.

Ishilove:
No wonder you're so military minded

how come people have been saying that to me recently. Lol.

naptu2:
Alausa?

I know people who lived somewhere in Alausa and they had 24 hours power. Their explanation was that power that was sent to Lagos from the grid landed in Alausa before it was distributed to the rest of Lagos.


There was a time that we had 24 hours power for almost 2 years. That's because we were on the same line with State House Dodan Barracks. Unfortunately we were removed from that line a few months before the NEPA strike of 1989.

Nope.

One of the barracks in Ikeja. Won't mention because I don't want to divulge too much info.

Ishilove:
Uninterrupted power supply!?! Where did you grow up, Mr Joseph? VGC?

Nope. Somewhere in Ikeja where it's safe and sound and discipline is enforced.

budaatum:
You call that rough, lol. Add walking from Onipan to Ketu to save school bus fare and you'd be getting close. I once paid for half a book because I did not have enough for a whole book. The bookseller gave me a discount for the first 50 or so pages that were missing. I was so happy I got like 500 pages even though I never knew the beginning.

As bad as it seems we still had people come crying to share the little we had because they had much less. I used to be angry when ma gave them my egg and coke money for their child's schoolfees or hospital bills because I'd have less for books. Funny now how my monthly budget for other peoples children's schoolfees exceeds my annual book budget.

that's the spirit! Never give up! I'm happy things came through for you.

Though I always tell people who complain about how harsh and hard life is that they're only complaining because they've not heard another person's story.

Ishilove:
You na botti na. You no know?

Botti ke? I've never seen myself as such. Always believed where I grew up was Hell until lately when I started hearing people talk about their childhood, then I realise I actually enjoyed every bit of it. Growing up was fun. I mean we had uninterrupted power supply. What didn't I watch? Frankly I didn't miss much either.

budaatum:
Naptu's description of life in the 70s and 80s is very not pretty consistent with the childhood of many. And no, nihili, I am not accusing you in any way of saying it was because, you didn't.

In the 70s I had to lug 3 buckets of water up to the third floor where we lived and when the transformer in front of the house blew up, which was just about every 6 months, we'd have no light for 3. The only electronics in the house till Festac 77 was the huge Blaupunkt ma insisted in bringing home from UK and the fridge. Imagine the bliss of world radios when we did have light. Thankfully, candles, lanterns and a torchlight when batteries could be afforded, were good for reading.

In the early 80s we moved to a ground floor but water moved like half a kilometre away and electric was like on a never never. Thankfully, the house behind ours was better pass we the neighbours and I just stuck my book out the window all night and read with the neighbours noisy light which worked for most books but not for studying Maths.

By the mid 80s, childhood? Telly? Not if you want chop you wouldn't, though like Naptu, midnight telly turned down low so as not to get caught, was fun when there was light. But after running along buses all day selling canned coke and eggs you might imagine how night was for sleep alone.

These books saved my life Ishi! I'd have been ignorant and dead otherwise. Some can be downloaded here

Jesus! Just when I always believe I had it rough growing up I discover I actually flexed growing up. Wow!.