HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY……………………




I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.


So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.


I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.


I am 50, please celebrate me.








I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads,


so I crush my best brains in the caverns,


craters and crevasses they crash into daily.


I am in unending mourning,


please celebrate me.








My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.


I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.


All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.


I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future,


please celebrate me.








Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.


All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.


I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world;


and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless,


please celebrate me.








For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day.


But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.


When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.


My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.


I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.


I have no verve, no vote, no voice,


please celebrate me.








My youth have no past, present nor future.


So my sons in the North have become street urchins;


and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.


My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.


My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt;


while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .


I am grief-stricken,


please celebrate me.








Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.


They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes


They have looted the future of generations unborn;


and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes,


but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness,


please celebrate me.








I can produce anything, but import everything.


So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa;


my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland;


my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;


my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia;


my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.


My taste is far-flung and foreign,


please celebrate me.


*** To think that Malaysia came to NIFOR in Edo State in the 70's to acquire the Palm Oil Technology


My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;


flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged;


my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;


my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.


My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence,


please celebrate me.








I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.


So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.


I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel,


so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country,


but send troops to keep peace in another man’s land.


I have hundreds of dams, but no water.


So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.


I need a vision,


please celebrate me.








I have a million candidates craving to enter universities,


but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.


I have no power, but choose to flare gas,


so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of unclothed flares.


I am shrouded by darkness,


please celebrate me.








For my golden jubilee,


I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.


So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance;


drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy’s empty cellars?


I am profligacy personified,


please celebrate me.








Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?


Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?


Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?


Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul


Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?


And is failure worth celebrating?


I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME

thanks doing that now.

He promise nothing, so don't be surprise !

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY……………………




I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.


So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.


I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.


I am 50, please celebrate me.








I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads,


so I crush my best brains in the caverns,


craters and crevasses they crash into daily.


I am in unending mourning,


please celebrate me.








My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.


I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.


All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.


I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future,


please celebrate me.








Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.


All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.


I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world;


and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless,


please celebrate me.








For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day.


But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.


When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.


My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.


I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.


I have no verve, no vote, no voice,


please celebrate me.








My youth have no past, present nor future.


So my sons in the North have become street urchins;


and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.


My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.


My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt;


while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .


I am grief-stricken,


please celebrate me.








Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.


They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes


They have looted the future of generations unborn;


and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes,


but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness,


please celebrate me.








I can produce anything, but import everything.


So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa;


my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland;


my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;


my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia;


my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.


My taste is far-flung and foreign,


please celebrate me.


*** To think that Malaysia came to NIFOR in Edo State in the 70's to acquire the Palm Oil Technology


My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;


flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged;


my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;


my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.


My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence,


please celebrate me.








I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.


So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.


I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel,


so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country,


but send troops to keep peace in another man’s land.


I have hundreds of dams, but no water.


So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.


I need a vision,


please celebrate me.








I have a million candidates craving to enter universities,


but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.


I have no power, but choose to flare gas,


so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of unclothed flares.


I am shrouded by darkness,


please celebrate me.








For my golden jubilee,


I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.


So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance;


drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy’s empty cellars?


I am profligacy personified,


please celebrate me.








Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?


Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?


Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?


Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul


Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?


And is failure worth celebrating?


I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME

The Police is just a sub system. Some award should be convert to firing squad if we have true justice here. So don't blame it all on police.

Reference:

This is bad, this is really really bad, 130 billion to be free. This is an unbelieveable cost and I hope those who collect the cheques can live with it. Can you imagine the cost of winding down a corporation that has caused so much pain and loss to people for so long. Who will write them cheques. I don't care what anyone says. We should not be paying for failure, civil service or not. We also work and we employ people and we would not break our backs to pay for losses. This is why the government should have acted years ago before this monster became so large. Now we are forced to smell the rot of an elephant instead of an ant. The government should just get the hell out of all enterprises now. 130 billion is just shy of 1 billion dollars. For what.

SO WHAT ARE YOU SUGGESTING ?

oh ! Lord we have suffered so much in this country ! we hardly know the difference between responsibilities and obligations. How long are we going to turn our rights to privileges . Praising Government for building Stadium and you call it "beautiful " Are we so poor ? Stop it ! The country is richer than that , you deserve more than all this film trick !

Who among the remaining six contestants would be the winner?
Select Poll

Who among the remaining six contestants would be the winner?

Chidinma
1524 27.4%
Kesse
1457 26.2%
Tolu
1447 26%
Yetunde
773 13.9%
Ochuko
249 4.5%
Eyo
116 2.1%

Number of Voters : 5566
First Vote : Friday, 17 September 2010 12:47
Last Vote : Sunday, 26 September 2010 14:29


http://www.projectfamewestafrica.com/component/poll/9-thewinner.html

Summary of all posit is that its very hard to trust any Leader now. So where do we go from here, talk online, abuse anyone that did not share our view ?

Clinton is my Dad !

usbcable:

as if he really meant to die.
who does he think he is ''maradonaing'' again.

maje kin she epe fun o.oshe osan.

you too dey vex, but you promise say you no go dey vex for Saturday. lol

IN NAIRALAND, PEOPLE WILL BE DISCUSSING GERMAINE ISSUE AND SUDDENLY THEY WILL START TO ABUSE ONE ANOTHER. THEN WHAT LESSON DO WE LEARN AND WHAT MORAL VALUE IS THAT TO PEOPLE WHO CRITICIZE GOVERNMENT ACTIVITIES ?

the man should have run to the court same way Fashola did to stop the State Assembly from probing him.

fool- a graduate of "foolishology" I like to believe this is one of Nollywood script.

CAVEAT EMPTOR - DO YOU SEEK A PROFESSIONAL ADVICE BEFORE GOING INTO THE BUSINESS ?

HOW MUCH OF A BANK MANAGER DO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD KNOW, YOU DEAL WITH THE BANK AS AN ENTITY .

caption !

when all think alike then no one is thinking. allow everyone to be on the field , none of them is going there because they really love Nigerians more than we do love ourselves.

Court sets half billion bail for Akingbola




A Federal High court sitting in Lagos set a N500 million bail on the former head of Intercontinental Bank who faces charges of mismanaging the lender in the run-up to last year's N620 billion sector-wide bailout.

The figure is five times the amount set for the heads of four other lenders rescued alongside Intercontinental.

Erastus Akingbola was sacked by the central bank a year ago along with the four other bank chiefs and charged with graft and money laundering in absentia after leaving for Britain, where he had remained until the start of this month.

The cases against the bank chiefs are seen as a litmus test of Nigeria's ability to prosecute influential figures accused of financial crimes. The country is regularly ranked one of the most corrupt in the world by transparency watchdogs.

Bail conditions included securing three guarantors who own properties in the commercial hub of Lagos with evidence of their tax clearance.

"I think the bail condition is fair having regards to the facts of the case," Rickey Tarfa, a lawyer for Akingbola told reporters outside the Federal High Court in Ikoyi.

The bail was set high because unlike other bank chiefs, Akingbola left the country after last year's bailout.

Tarfa said Akingbola would remain in the custody of the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) until the bail conditions were met.



http://234next.com/csp/cms/sites/Next/News/National/5612845-146/court_sets_half_billion_bail_for.csp

@ Ile Ike idi , may Allah forgive you. we should not brand issues sake of argument . God is All Knowing.

violent:



shortly, we'd hear other interesting stories of how Kind David is from Kano!

Why are you like this now? can't stop laughing . Nigeria is a land of possibilities

fire gutted Ultima Studios at Murhi House in Ogba yesterday, details of the cause is yet to be revealed. It was shown while still in flame around 9.43pm Yesterday on a live Yoruba Programme "Labe Orun "

POVERTY & INTEGRITY , STILL RESEARCHING IF THERE IS ANY COMPARISON .

need a research on Nigeria development too

Between NDLEA and the Recruitment Exercise.

A review of these is suggested :
2. N1,500 X 1 Millions Applicants = N1,500,000,000
3. How many Candidates do they really need.
4. What happen to the Money?
5. Where are they investing it ?
6. Is there no vote for recruitment Exercise in the Budget ?



http://www.ndlea.gov.ng/v1/?q=content/ndlea-commences-e-recruitment-0

God is watching us !

@ LABIYEMMY Don't ever be carried away, its all same of the same by the same and for the same. believe you are following all trends in Nigeria so ponder a bit you will know there is no need for comparison . Its just same of same greedy stuff.

WHAT HAPPEN TO THOSE GRADUATES RIDING OKADA.

babatunde raji fashola , smart governor ! how can he leave reality and be ease out of the mega tax,mega revenue, mega construction to accept maga vice president , presidency is not all about planting flowers oh !

thanks, then where is the direct column to print out exam slip, for those who have submitted application forms online since two weeks back

salam aleikum -i have the arabic quran on my cell phone. please i need the transliteration i have google it but cant find any. i will appreciate if anyone can assist - jazkhalahu khairan

swaga and death, ok oh !  not wishing  him dead, but swagger  is even closer to death than you can imagine

CAN SOMEONE DECODE THE OTA BRIDGE PICTURE. I DID NOT SEE ANY FIGHT HERE, WHY ARE PEOPLE CLOSER TO THE BUS LOOKING SOMEWHERE ELSE. THEIR FOCUS SHOULD BE ON THE "PUGILISTS"