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NIGERIA IN DOOM'S DAY: COMBATING THE PLAGUESIt is true that Nigeria is plagued with corruption, not to mention other malignant factors aiming to halt the growth of the economy materially, technologically, spiritually,what-have-you?An attempt to adopt an eclectic solution to all of the nation's problems is an act of tilting at windmills; it is nearly impossible, given that the problems are an overwhelming glut. Therefore, this piece will be exposing us to the ills that have seemingly overcome the Nigerian economy, hence its apparent decay. The idea is clearly not pro-Biafra but a mere eye opener to some of the critical sectors of our economy, its inability to put smiles on the faces of us all as well as the inefficacy we didand in fact, still experience. This brings us to the concerns for the day.ELECTRICITYThe first of these cumbrous issues that strikes good rest is ELECTRICITY. Many a person passes off the issue of infrastructure -Electricity as tangential, considering more decimating problems. However, Electricity is pivotal to technological and industrial growth, hence its concern. It is not a moot point after all, the logic behind the essence of light is ossified by God's recognition of its importance evidenced It vide Genesis 1:3 of the Holy Book where God commanded light upon the earth. This logic has resurfaced as man lumbered IN his quest for continuity of technological growth. Let us leave historical analysis of how PHCN came to be, and focus on the extant parts of our body suffering the heat rashes due to power blackout. Indeed, Nigeria is blessed with oil and gas. I will not know if our wits match the abundant mineral resources, but I know that our problem is due to non-application of common sense. Remember the birth of Niger Dams Authority (NDA)?...
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NIGERIA IN DOOM'S DAY: COMBATING THE PLAGUES

It is true that Nigeria is plagued with corruption, not to mention other malignant factors aiming to halt the growth of the economy materially, technologically, spiritually,what-have-you?

An attempt to adopt an eclectic solution to all of the nation's problems is an act of tilting at windmills; it is nearly impossible, given that the problems are an overwhelming glut. Therefore, this piece will be exposing us to the ills that have seemingly overcome the Nigerian economy, hence its apparent decay. The idea is clearly not pro-Biafra but a mere eye opener to some of the critical sectors of our economy, its inability to put smiles on the faces of us all as well as the inefficacy we did and in fact, still experience. This brings us to the concerns for the day.

ELECTRICITY
The first of these cumbrous issues that strikes good rest is ELECTRICITY. Many a person passes off the issue of infrastructure - Electricity as tangential, considering more decimating problems. However, Electricity is pivotal to technological and industrial growth, hence its concern. It is not a moot point after all, the logic behind the essence of light is ossified by God's recognition of its importance evidenced It vide Genesis 1:3 of the Holy Book where God commanded light upon the earth. This logic has resurfaced as man lumbered IN his quest for continuity of technological growth. Let us leave historical analysis of how PHCN came to be, and focus on the extant parts of our body suffering the heat rashes due to power blackout. Indeed, Nigeria is blessed with oil and gas. I will not know if our wits match the abundant mineral resources, but I know that our problem is due to non-application of common sense. Remember the birth of Niger Dams Authority (NDA)? Well this body saw to the construction of dams and this eventually led to the creation of the Kainji Dam in the year 1962. Everything seemed rosy then as the national grid linked the 36 state capitals including the FCT. Unfortunately, we are at a zero grid capacity per capita. Time for a succinct revelation – Did you know that the average Nigerian uses 136kw/h annually i.e. he consumes only 3% of the power of the average South African, and a laughable 5% of the average Chinese citizen? This means that for every 24hrs, Nigeria gets one hour or less. We are probably in the 4th world as it is obvious that the vision of our country’s leadership is stuck in the 1970’s mind frame.

The ensnaring albatross around our necks include the likes of Poor Policy Initiative, Poor Town Planning, Poor Maintenance Culture, Lack of Latest (modern equipment), Low Morale among the Workers and Embargo on Employment, UNCLE CORRUPTION, so on. On the issue of “no policy initiative”, It will be shocking to note that in the year 2003 through to 2008(10), the Nigeria and USA power sector relationship evinced the precarious state we were in. While USA, with 51 states, generated 813,000MW and had her per capita consumption to equal 3.12kw, Nigeria, with 36 states, generated electricity below 4,000MW and her per capita consumption totalled 0.03kw. USA is clearly more advanced than Nigeria but can it not be said that Nigerians were not ready for independence? As disturbing as the above statistics showed, it has even worsened currently.

The issue of poor town planning is very worrisome. In our urban settlements, we can testify to the irregularity of building placement which of course affects census. It should be known that another area yet affected is the transmission and distribution of power supply. What we experience is the overconcentration of hydro electricity on certain areas void of expansion to other buildings due to UNAVAILABILITY OF MORE CITIES TO FILL IN THE GAP, and UNIDENTIFICATION OF EXISTING BUILDINGS AS A RESULT OF POROUS TOWN PLANNING.

It is no news that we have poor maintenance culture as an issue. There is always the outcry of Government Personnel or engineers that one refinery or the other has taken its last breath. Why wouldn’t it? We never take our time to run a proper inspection on these set of equipment; so it is of no use going to church to pray that our equipment last even longer – that is praying amiss. Even, there is the issue of not buying or importing sophisticated equipment. I wonder why the Government will choose to kiss agriculture goodbye, and embrace the electricity generating area (oil and gas); but still, chastise the sector in such a manner as to deprive it from producing better results.
To address the area of corruption will mean LET US SLEEP HERE. To be succinct however, the reason for low morale among the workers is that Government thought it good to put his PERSONS at the helm of affairs, hence the stench of corruption. The reason your meter does not get read but fat PHCN bills approach your door step is that of corruption.
Condemnations without SOLUTIONS are mere hair splitting, hence the following suggestive solutions.
As regards the issue of poor town planning, more cities should be created or erected so as to enable power regulatory bodies, together with Federal and State, create a proper grid as well as monitoring power supply and consumption level.
The Government needs to recognise the crisis that they are faced with. This is clearly not the time for political vendetta, but a time to reflect on how best to move the country. What needs to be done is the building of wind turbines in the great expanse of land in the Northern part and middle belt area of the country. Knowing full well that the Northern part of our country sees the harsh sun very often, we can look at solar energy. Solar panels are not cheap products but then it is worth venturing into if we must avoid candles, and if we must revive the market and willing foreign investors. US will ever be a good example. That country operates on 19% hydro, and allows electricity evolve from nature’s goodwill i.e. coal – 39%, natural gas – 27%, wind, solar, and others – 7%. Nigeria is blessed, if not more, with all of these; let us spend the money now to avoid the worst of DOOMS DAY

Sabotage and pipeline vandalism is a problem which I believe can be resolved by the Government. It should be fair to the states that are fertile with natural resources. All they want is development, so develop their habitat – after all, the Government promised that years ago. This is said here because if the Government must use drones or digital acoustic system to monitor and protect the pipelines, then diplomacy should also be key so as to avoid a full blown war.
The solutions cannot be exhausted but that I drop my ink; a solution to the eclipse in Nigeria is if the Govt can take the bold step to stopping importation of generators. This will mean the Govt is keen on tackling the issue of electricity. Indira Gandhi of India did stop importation of cars; now check out the classy cars they produce. It is good we desist from importing generators and tackle this doom. Let us be radical to change this mess. We should even be top suppliers of electricity.

AGRICULTURE
It has been stated in many quarters that Nigeria witnessed her most progressive and prosperous years in the years leading to her Independence in 1960 and the early years of independent statehood before the outbreak of the civil war.

Now, this might be too far reaching an assertion given that by October, Nigeria will be 'celebrating'56 years of Independence and expectedly, the Nigeria of today has certainly recorded substantial progress compared to what was in place at independence. However, the basis for the earlier assertion must not be lost on us; at the time Nigeria gained independence in 1960, she had an economy that was the envy of the so called Asian Tigers like Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, and so on.
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NIGERIA IN THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESS: BRING BACK OUR LIGHT

The mere mention of “infrastructure” may sound too trivial a subject when compared to pressing challenges like BOKO HARAM and others, but how can a country hit her chest and say she can survive without one of the basic infrastructure i.e. electricity? It is not in view at all, and clearly not a matter subject to moot. It should be stressed, as a matter of fact, that the whole concept of electricity generation surfaced since Genesis vide Gen 1:3 where God commanded light upon the earth. You see why electricity is of utmost importance? Let us leave historical analysis of how PHCN came to be, and focus on the extant parts of our body suffering the heat rashes due to power blackout. Indeed, Nigeria is blessed with oil and gas. I will not know if our wits match the abundant mineral resources, but I know that our problem is due to non-application of common sense. Remember the birth of Niger Dams Authority (NDA)? Well this body saw to the construction of dams and this eventually led to the creation of the Kainji Dam in the year 1962. Everything seemed rosy then as the national grid linked the 36 state capitals including the FCT. Do not be hasty to clap anyways cos we are unfortunately at a zero grid capacity per capita. Time for a succinct revelation – Did you know that the average Nigerian uses 136kw/h annually i.e. he consumes only 3% of the power of the average South African, and a laughable 5% of the average Chinese citizen? This means that for every 24hrs, Nigeria gets one hour or less. We are probably in the 4th world as it is obvious that the vision of our country’s leadership is stuck in the 1970’s mind frame.

The die-hard albatross around our necks include the likes of Poor Policy Initiative, Poor Town Planning, Poor Maintenance Culture, Lack of Latest (modern equipment), Low Morale among the Workers and Embargo on Employment, UNCLE CORRUPTION, and so on. I would prefer we address the first problem as “no policy initiative” as we are breaking records in one of the countries with light challenges. In the year 2003 up to 2008(10), the Nigeria and USA power sector relationship evinced the precarious state we were in. While USA, with 51 states, generated 813,000MW and had her per capita consumption to equal 3.12kw, Nigeria, with 36 states, generated electricity below 4,000MW and her per capita consumption totalled 0.03kw. USA is clearly more advanced than Nigeria but can it not be said that Nigerians were not ready for independence? As disturbing as the above statistics showed, it has even worsened presently. We are probably close to dark ages if not already there.

The issue of poor town planning is very worrisome. In our urban settlements, we can testify to the irregularity of building placement which of course affects census. It should be known that another area yet affected is the transmission and distribution of power supply. What we experience is the overconcentration of hydro electricity on certain areas void of expansion to other buildings due to UNAVAILABILITY OF MORE CITIES TO FILL IN THE GAP, and UNIDENTIFICATION OF EXISTING BUILDINGS AS A RESULT OF POROUS TOWN PLANNING.

It is no news that we have poor maintenance culture as an issue. I mean, it has always been there. There is always the outcry of Govt. Personnel or engineers that one refinery or the other has taken its last breath. Why wouldn’t it? We never take our time to run a proper inspection on these set of equipment; so it is of no use going to church to pray that our equipment last even longer – that is praying amiss. Even, there is the issue of not buying or importing sophisticated equipment. I wonder why the Govt. will choose to kiss agriculture goodbye, and embrace the electricity generating area (oil and gas); but still, chastize the sector in such a manner as to deprive it from producing better results.

To address the area of corruption will mean LET US SLEEP HERE. To be succinct however, the reason why there is low morale among the workers is because Govt. thought it good to put his PERSON AT HEAD of affairs (we know what that means, right?), hence the stench of corruption. The reason why your meter does not get read but fat PHCN bills approach your door step is still because of corruption. Let us proffer solutions before MAMA NIGERIA gets the death sentence.

SOLUTIONS

As regards the issue of poor town planning, more cities should be created or erected so as to enable power regulatory bodies, together with Federal and State, create a proper grid as well as monitoring power supply and consumption level.

The Govt needs to recognise the crisis that they are faced with. This is clearly not the time for political vendetta, but a time to reflect on how best to move the country. What needs to be done is the building of wind turbines in the great expanse of land in the Northern part and middle belt area of the country. Knowing full well that the Northern part of our country sees the harsh sun very often, we can look at solar energy. Solar panels are not cheap products but then it is worth venturing into if we must avoid candles, and if we must revive the market and willing foreign investors. US will ever be a good example. That country operates on 19% hydro, and allows electricity evolve from nature’s goodwill i.e. coal – 39%, natural gas – 27%, wind, solar, and others – 7%. Nigeria is blessed, if not more, with all of these; let us spend the money now to avoid the worst of DOOMS DAY

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Sabotage and bursting of pipeline is a problem which I believe can be resolved by the Govt. The Govt should be fair to the states that are fertile with natural resources. All they want is development, so develop their habitat – after all, the Govt promised that, years ago. This is said here because if the Govt must use drones or digital acoustic system to monitor and protect the pipelines, then diplomacy should also be key so as to avoid a full blown war.

The solutions cannot be exhausted but that I drop my ink; a solution to the eclipse in Nigeria is if the Govt can take the bold step to stopping importation of generators. This will mean the Govt is keen on tackling the issue of electricity. Indira Gandhi of India did stop importation of cars; now check out the classy cars they produce. It is good we desist from importing generators and tackle this doom – abi do we not have the natural resources? Let us be radical to change this mess. We should even be top suppliers of electricity.

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PDP LEADERSHIP TUSSLE; A CASE OF CONFLICTING HIGH COURT DECISIONS

The controversial nature of many things in Nigeria which is characteristic of its politics, which though has been said to exist in the judiciary, seems to have assumed a new dimension in the court system. It is trite in law that a court cannot overrule the decision of another court of coordinate jurisdiction. We all know that if a party is not satisfied with any decision of a particular court, the option that is available to him is to appeal that decision at a court with appellate jurisdiction over the court of first instance. For instance, a decision of the high court is to be appealed at the court of appeal under Section 240 of the Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria 1999 (CFRN 1999).

The recent leadership struggle of the People's Democratic Party (PDP) has left the courts in disarray. There have been Federal high court orders sacking a factional chairman, Ali Modu Sheriff and affirming the chairmanship of Ahmed Makarfi. There have also been orders from the same Federal high court (though in a different division) affirming Sheriff's chairmanship of the PDP and sacking Ahmed Makarfi as chairman. These orders have been contradictory and shows that one court has been entertaining "appeals" from a Court of coordinate jurisdiction. The right thing to do would have been to follow the first decision of the Federal high court. To know which decision came first, let us look at the timeline of the various events so far.

May 12- Judge Ibrahim Buba of the Federal High Court in Lagos restrained the PDP from holding elections into offices of the national chairman, national secretary, and national auditor pending the determination of a suit before him.

May 21- The PDP went ahead and "appointed" members to fill in the said positions in its National Convention. The chairman appointed was Makarfi.

May 24- Judge Ibrahim Buba sacked the Makarfi-led caretaker committee because it was appointed contrary to his May 12 restraining order.

May 24- The Federal High Court restrained Sheriff from parading himself as PDP Chairman, validated the Convention and ordered INEC to recognize Makarfi as the valid chairman of the PDP (This is tantamount to overruling Judge Ibrahim Buba).

June 29- Judge Valentine Ashi of the FCT High Court in Abuja nullified Sheriff's chairmanship on the grounds that the process that brought him in was illegal.

July 4- Judge Mohammed Liman of the Federal High Court in Port Harcourt affirmed Sheriff's removal, stating that the May 21 convention was in order (this is like overruling Judge Buba).

July 8- The Chief Judge of the Federal High Court, Ibrahim Auta, directed all judges of the Federal High Court to stay clear of any matter concerning the PDP crisis pending the determination of appeals before the appellate court.

July 28- Judge For the PDP, Appeal or secure a stay of execution or an order vacating the unfavorable High Court ruling Okon Abang of the Federal High Court in Abuja sacked Makarfi as PDP chairman on the grounds that the July 4 judgment of Judge Liman could not overrule the May 12 restraining order because both courts are of coordinate jurisdiction.

August 16- Judge Watila For the PDP, Appeal or secure a stay of execution or an order vacating the unfavorable High Court rulingof the Federal High Court in Port Harcourt affirmed the legitimacy of the Makarfi-led faction and ordered INEC, the Police Force, and all other relevant agencies to be present at the PDP Convention slated for August 17.

August 16- Judge Okon Abang orders that the PDP National Convention should not hold. He equally ordered all relevant agencies to stay clear of the convention.

August 17- The convention held and extended the life of the Makarfi caretaker committee.

August 17- FCT High Court sacks Sheriff based on the June 29 order of the same court.

Going by the order of things, it is clear that the PDP should not have gone ahead with its convention in disobedience to Judge Buba's order in the first place. Judge Valentine Ashi's ruling had in no way validated Makarfi's chairmanship nor the convention. Neither had it set aside Judge Buba's ruling. I believe it was valid as it sacked Sheriff not because of anything relating to the convention, but due to procedural flaws, though it came at a questionable time because it would affect the status quo which Judge Buba wanted to be maintained. Same applies to the FCT High Court's decision on August 17. I think the decision should have been delayed. Judge Liman's July 4 decision is one that was clearly ultra vires. It amounted to overruling a decision of a court of coordinate jurisdiction. He should have declined jurisdiction and asked parties to head to the Court of Appeal. Judge Abang's July 28 decision, to me, is sound. However, it was a display of double standard because he criticized a court for overruling another court with coordinate jurisdiction whereas that was exactly what he was doing by insisting that Makarfi remained sacked rather than ask both parties to go on appeal. His decision even went against the directive of the Chief Judge of the Federal High Court asking Federal High Court judges not to entertain such matters pending the determination of those appeals. The two August 16 decisions are controversial. Judge Abang was obviously following up on his earlier ruling which should not be allowed to stand for reasons earlier stated. Neither should that of Judge Watila. In all, the only decision that should stand right now, in my opinion, is that of Judge Buba. Therefore, the convention of August 17 should not have held, Sheriff should still be the chairman, and all the fruits of the May 21 Convention including the emergence of Makarfi and the activities carried out under him should be voided. This is because, as Judge Abang put it, "...the Port Harcourt division of this court cannot make an order to neutralise the potency of the Lagos Division of this court (Federal High Court)..." He added "That order is still subsisting". For the Makarfi-led faction of the PDP, the option should be to appeal or secure a stay of execution or an order vacating the unfavorable High Court ruling.

Unfortunately, what we have now is that the parties are choosing to follow what decision to that suits them. This is indeed bad, both for the judiciary and for Nigerians who look up to the party to provide a veritable opposition. As it stands we all have to wait for the Court of Appeal to decide on this matter for us to have one clear position of things. Hopefully there won't be conflicting judgments from that court too. In addition to that, the National Judicial Council should look into this matter and take proactive measures (including sanctioning judges where necessary) in order to ensure that such an ugly situation does not repeat itself.

PATRICK OMODIA.

STEAM OFF: A TRUE LIFE STORY


I have always, in an untold doggedly manner, reposed much trust on my guts. I mean, I thought in line with Olivia pope (season film scandal), "my guts never fail me". On a certain evening, I decided to apply my guts, even though circumstances painted the devils involvement; which was one void of a begging dot of God's approval. I allowed a mild distraction. The day had been hectic, yes, frankly speaking I was yet still on my last errand for the day. "Why not give in for some youthful pleasure, a distraction that was worth a try?" I had ruminated inwardly. I ventured to embrace the risk, noting all odds against me, a quest for notification and recognition aiming at a long lasting or perhaps peripheral intimacy.

The hour had ripened. My mind was made up to bringing to fruition my craving; and not even the attempts of the extant overwhelming darkness could divest me of my aim. My pupils dilated, but was incredibly accommodating even a brighter vision. With a keg of petrol gripped tightly in my hand, in pursuance to my last errand that night, specifically at an unholy hour of the day. I spotted a slim figure, her mannerism from a distance communicated novicity and a questionable oblivion. As we gained on each other, proximity gave a better interpretation to her stature. The darkness could not consume her unique beauty, a dim street light gave a view, especially to her perfect eyes. A further marvel and painstaking scrutiny at this striking damsel illuminated her inviting lips, and an embryonic emerging figure eight stature.

She was blessed with height, deprived of a dark complexion; and on subsequent discovery, complimented with an impressing girly accent. Her every word to me was like an emollient rubbed on my skin. What a lady she was.

After a few seconds of speculation and examination, I overcame my natural reluctance. " I would approach her, and I don't give two bleeps whether she screams, snobs or ignore me" I said to myself. Due to the fact that it was absolutely an unholy hour, concluding my thoughts were the regular "at least I made a try" phrase.

Yes! Although with much struggle, I called for her attention; to be more precised, I applied the " excuse me please " statement. Contrary to my expectation, she made a halt, gave a rapt-but-hurrying attention. My guts caught the "speak fast" message, thus I engaged her in a succinct conversation in a bid to extract vital details about her. Just as to be found in a naive five year old, she spilled out words in surplusage; hence, eqquiping me with every crucial detail for a comfortable next encounter.

Immediately, I felt a rush. My blood stream was flooded with satisfaction. Which guy could stop a young girl at such grave time of the night, and obtain such details? Save with the overwhelming application of force ( I said to myself). In fact, over excitement blinded my discretion, I forgot to bid the damsel a goodbye.

I took off and walked briskly, like a hungry dog chasing a bone. I was only about 16 years old then. I crammed her details in the absence of my phone that night. Thus, as soon as I was within the confines of my father's house, my phone was the first to witness my return, as I had to decorate it with an important detail.

It was Taiwo's 2go username. My request was accepted few days later when she came online. We chatted briefly and to my greatest surprise, we didn't exchange numbers. My guts comforted me "at least she was only a stone throw from my house".
Days went by, months followed suit. My memories became dim, my guts could only aid me with the fact that I had met an incredible girl one night, a person who prefers to stay offline and bless all her contacts with niether profile picture nor status.

A year passed, truly I forgot totally about Taiwo, until one afternoon. While the scouching heat of the sun produced sweats on my face, three young ladies approached. Their resemblance laid to rest the family tie question, but their varying heights sprouted the " who is older question". On a long and short it was Taiwo, her twin sister (Kehinde), and Deborah (her elder sister) approaching.

We had a reconvergence, both giving explanations for the long break in communication between us. Assumed a better sacle exchanging numbers. Furthermore, it would be grave if I skipped the part where she was all excited to see me, in fact I was compelled to make a promise to call, and always keep up with the chats on whats app. Certainly, as any other reasonable young man would have acted if opportuned to be placed in my shoe, I picked up the call to duty... Honestly, I sailed the right direction, stayed up late at night, exhuasted most of my 24 hours to chatting her up. Perhaps, this was the contextual extremity that killed my cat, rather than curiosity.

The bond grew and became firm. Taiwo and I knew that, just like 5 and 6, we had a thing. As a university student, I came to experience the inability to concentrate on my studies at some point - I indeed had this albatross around my neck. Obssessed with Taiwo and disappointed with grades, I yielded my guts instruction " ask her for a little breathing space, she wouldn't leave but just space". I made the request, she obliged " its okay" concluding her response with the "don't worry I understand" phrase.

Now that was it. Ever since then, I haven't been able to figure out the method to her madness. All attmepts to retract my statement was futile. She gave me distance. I laboured to ignite the dead vibes. She noticed and took two further steps. Comfortably, she meticulously abhorred all my ceaseless efforts; she made it lucid by not picking up calls, and giving little or no response to chats.

I cursed myself. "What have I done?" The vibe was scuttled in totality. This incredible story is gradually producing no happily ever after, worst of all this amazing girl had gone beyond arms length without giving a second thought. Thus, I resolved I would let go. We both knew I loved her, but love has its limits. I was sure that from her actions, I could only feature at the subterranean level in her scale of preference.

Yes! I know I had my faults, I might be crappy, overly curious, boring and still fun to be with at times. Lets even assume it is all my fault. The wholesome truth remains still that this obssession is eating deep, death is obviously drawing close as the day goes by. Numerous thoughts of guilt torments me daily. She had occupied most of my daily thoughts, I even dream of her at night. Insanity was a stone throw distance; yet, I knew she was now far beyond my grip. So upon wallowing in one of my daily thoughts, I painfully decided to let off the steam by penning down the contents of this bumpy ride so far.

Thus I wrote this to her:

" Dear Taiwo, obviously you have now grown into a very pretty lady with enviable contents at your front and rare positions, your lips have even taken a brighter appearance, and those long, slim, spotless legs of yours have not missed God's blessings of Attraction. Although my outcry will not get passed the pillars of your heart, or even scatch your emotions a bit; I have nonetheless decided to step down, and call off the fruitless chase. Even if I can't survive missing those amazing chuckles of yours. So lets play consciously save, and keep it at a moderate friendship level".
I hope I made the right call?


Cristus

CRAZY RELATIONSHIPS

I have seen shit (pauses)... I have seen shitty ass shit Kisha. I have seen crazy things, I have seen crazy people, I have seen crazy relationships. I have seen a girl of 15 pose with her boo of probably 16 (I mean...the guy looks damn young), and having their photos of lips conversation go up on Facebook, Instagram, and some other zone. You probably do not find that crazy, Kisha; but I surely cannot take same stand. So I did some googling and guess what I found? I saw a story of a young boy who literally wanked to death during a crazy sexual relationship with a hot brunette via a video chat application. From what I gathered, the deceased was around 18 yrs when he met this hot brunette via a flirting site. They practically started the online dating thing and just as you would expect, the “can I see what you are wearing” line came up. They progressed to the SKYPE app and lady brunette saw no harm in exposing her tatas and everything Eve to her online boyfriend (crazy!!!). Hey Kisha, you bet she had the intention of making her MR ONLINE PRINCE CHARMING desire her buxom, her juicy skin, her mind blowing thighs, her sexy eyes, even to the sacral forbidden cunt situated in between her straight legs. Striking to know that upon staring at her nudity via SKYPE, her prince charming lost total control of his once dangling modifiers, and he was already vibrating as though she had channelled electric current into his body system. He had his hand on his THIRD LEG as though, wishing he could stop the SPILLED MILK; but it was clearly to no avail as he was in the pool of his own sticky milk. The wanking was pronto, meteoric, and in perpetuamente – this pitiful act caused him to leave the earth. She must have watched the whole drama from her end, and seen how it indeed felt like for a nigga to give up the ghost over uncontrolled libidal energy – short relationship, crazy ass shit. Let me hit you with yet another, I am sure you will agree with me that girls are always tilting towards the adventurous line (most of them) when around their boo. You probably get to hear stuff like “I love my man kissing me unexpectedly, especially when I am talking”, Kisha, you love adventure. Don’t you? I bet you might have day dreamt your boo took you up a high mountain and engaged you in several rounds in copulation (hmmm). The purport of this write-up will however rest on one crazy love affair where Sasha rendered her boo, David, technically castrated. Let us see details, Kesha. You ready?

Sasha was only four when she received her first kiss from David, 9 years old, while her parents were out. She was just four, but do not say she did not enjoy the quick rushing sensation planted on her tender thin lips...She was 15 years now, and was crazily in an alleged love for David. David was in the university, he was very cute, and so it was not bizarre that he commanded a plethora of eyeing from the females. What David did when he was Hot, was to engage a girl with the striking hooter of, let us say, bra size “44” (just a bit more than the size of the Sasha he claimed to love). David would pound these girls alarm for 5 minutes or thereabout, only to start sweating profusely. He will then say to himself, “I have to work on longer minutes, if I must prove to Sasha that I am no perfect gentleman when in the carnal connection mood, then I have to keep up with more vigorous sex...I cannot afford to be scored 2 out of a million when having the time of my love life with my baby”. Just so you are properly guided Kisha, the baby of his life is the same Sasha.

Sasha is now approaching 16 years. She is the only one amongst her girlfriends yet to have her body wrapped in the arms of a guy. This speaks of the frustrating distance that has significantly encumbered whatever meeting they might have wished for. It for once seemed like her ripened figure was going to fade before her next birthday if David did not come around to cross-examine her body. She was really tired of the whatsapp thing; it just was not worth giving her sufficient pleasure. David perhaps felt likewise but unlike Sasha, he had run a soft work on a trunk load of females all in the name of getting the rightful acquisition as far as sex was concerned; that he may not be tagged a sissy by his supposed ONE AND ONLY (Sasha). “I just got my apartment Sasha; you think you can come tonight?” Hmmm so David, the son of a Deacon, had finally broken free from the cage his devout parents kept him?

Sasha was over excited now. I am pretty sure that all her reading of romantic novels would now be put to a test. Expectedly, Sasha was on a cool make-up, she wore a short attractive blue gown exposing parts of her buxom and a conspicuous piercing cleavage. The blue gown was far from her knee so uhmm Kisha, you can imagine right? She was on her weavon and dark shades, with a blue high heel to match. She was indeed dressed in a manner to kill her David (you bet she knew she possessed provoking tools, enough to land a sane man in the home for the psycho’s). David, on the other hand, was assuring himself that he will not chicken out having encountered a host of forbidden fruits (you bet he ate all). “I am in front of the house you described”. This was the last telephone conversation as Sasha was now with her lover. They had good and romantic talks in his self-contain; the hour mark indicated 12 midnight, and I think you are pondering what I am pondering Kisha (laughs). David knew it was now the time, and so he was wilfully penetrating her emotions with some emotional lines you often see in the movies. “Sasha it has been you all my life, it is with you I want to become a father. I can count how many times I have had to sleep without you, those times were years when I was but a suckling. It is you I want to live for, no soul on earth would I leave you for, and my heart without you is ever waging war...” How poetic David had become, and how emotionally attuned Sasha had presently become. An unexpected kiss was now resting on his lips. She did not stop a second to consider what next, or reconsider what had just been done by her body conduct. David had his trouser flung somewhere in the room, while Sasha had the hands of David penetrating the innermost chambers of her body. It was all rated 18, believe me. What happened to her blue gown? Well David had to tear it to pieces; he must have been blindly engrossed with this sexuality to notice she had a zip just at the back of the wear. David was laying hold of her buxom; she was helping her sweaty palm grab his boner. “aww! You are crazy”, came the repeated sound track Sasha could come up with at many occasions. Her lingerie was snatched – with adeptness, David had done so. His hand was in her sacral temple, you might wonder what he was looking for that took almost forever. “Who left you with so much depravity?” He asked Sasha in low tone when he could not could not comprehend how a virgin could be so adroit at occupying or better still, accommodating his fully stretched and hardened weaponry in her mouth. The copulation was at intervals, David clearly could not do better than 6 minutes at a stretch and it was even confirmed when all Sasha could moan was MORE, MORE, MORE.

Necessity became a mother of invention; and immediately, they hopped out of the bed and stepped outside in their stark unclothedness – they entered his tokunbo ride parked just near the front door. It was approaching 3am, but what did they care? David had to hit her center of gravity and could only be laid to rest by the judicious application of the ANKLE CHOKER. It started all good (hmmm sex in the car), only for Sasha (clearly electrified at the orgasm stats he was making her reach now) to leave her squatting position. She left it and went all down, and the sound KPRAA was the sound that disturbed the intercourse. He was now technically less a man as it was fully confirmed upon the removal of his dead modifiers from her BOX OFFICE. What happened after, I really care less...whether the sperm in her vaginal vault will be sufficient to leave her with protruded stomach, I do not kn

Gregarious, Shy, and untainted – transparently my life style a decade ago. Indolent or whatever, that is one feature of mine that is a complete stranger to my awesome grades in secondary school days (winks!) taah! Nothing like that!! My usual expression of disgust whenever my peers, back then, weep over a heart break or sing into my skeptical ears “I LOVE HER” my life, which spanned from the era of sucking mama’s breast to the jss 3 era, was completely void of emotional attachment. I considered this kind of life style the very best. Senior secondary was the phase 2 and I was wholesomely proud to wear my starched white shirt with a well iron navy blue trouser; it will not be incorrect to say that I wore an apparel “confidence” due to my ability to stay clear from emotional strings. Frankly preaching against teenage love affair (if not for my lazy nature, a profession of essays would have gone viral) but little did I know that life had plans. O white Jesus! Tell me you get the point. It was no dream blood, cupid struck. Let me put a smile on your face.
It all happened on a Sunday (hmmm!) it was even after service. Due to personal conviction that I was on some awesome outfit, I thought it dope to grin for my camera. Being selective, I wondered about the church building hoping I find a worthy background. I found a background but it had occupants; for I could clearly see two ladies in soft conversation “where has she been all my life?” jeez! it is not imprinted in my nature to ponder on things like that but I glaringly did. I watched from a distance and could not help but to expand my eyes. One of the girls struck me – hey! I am so sure about this – plus it took me quite some spent minutes to breathe properly and come to absolute awareness that there was an existing lacuna or gap between my upper lip and lower lip. I managed to say to myself, “wonderfully made” Sunday night was unusually long and so was my vivid imagination devouring her lips in mine. “aargh! So fast a move”- this I said – she was all in my dream. I wished I gathered sufficient ball that day I saw her with her friend. I regretted “what could her name possibly be?”
Ever had mushy feeling within you? Guess I am living proof. I felt like my heart was flushed. I could not wait for another Sunday. Gosh! She is so damn fine. Sunday came, I came, and so did a girl wearing a black gown just struggling to lie around her knee region – wow! It was her. I could not focus in church as I used a substantial part of the time to access all her admirable features. Church was set to close and and I was set give her a well structured and rehearsed speech. I managed to say “hey” and she looked at me but merely gave a nod. My rehearsed lines failed me and I resorted to sing words like “so”, “uhmm”, “well…” mehn! She was not even helping matters, she kept a straight face and said scanty things. I got home really moody – did not even eat like I used to. The more I tried to get over her after all it is just a crush (so I thought). the more I tried to forget her the more I remember her lovely and definitely perfect eyes, juicy lips, killing smile, angelic voice and a lookable body features all I wanted to do was to know her more for I only knew her name she is Sarah. I did no rehearsals and waited for yet another Sunday.
On the third Sunday, I met her and established one or two things. I saw her smile – struggled to hold back a blush. I got her contact and winked her goodbye. The calling streak was severe but it seemed to me that she like me a little. We kept getting closer and closer and closer. I saw her in my head perpetually. I kiss her in my dreams every night. I wanted her I loved her personality; I even loved her obdurate nature. Months past, I admitted my feelings. A couple of month in furtherance rolled by and she did same. We had agreements I.e upon which our bonds lies. The closer we got, the more I realised that I am never going to be complete without her. We planned a meeting and we happened to be alone. It was a breezy evening. It was supposed to be out normal meeting but a flavour made this one special – due to the distance that served as a threat was sitting pretty close to me that out skin contact was inevitable. My heart was seemingly not pumping blood (seemed like it was undergoing several gallops) I managed to say I missed you.” My right palm was meticulously placed on her left thigh seemed to respond to my every hand action in the affirmative – she has desperation all over saying saw I was examining her lips. I drew closer to her and was clearly grabbing her waist to myself like a customer grabbing a ticket to see a movie. Our eyes met and hers gave the approval our nose met, her head bent sideways and I inserted my tongue in hers. It was all hot passion- I felt a Bluetooth connection from within. She blushed and place her head on my shoulder. I felt her submission and dedication towards keeping me. I believed instantly that cupid struck both of us and love brought us together.
Hey! I love you sugar. I have no intention of breaking us now. Want you jealously in my arms, kissing your juicy lips endlessly just like I kissed you.

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I KISSED YOU Gregarious, Shy, and untainted – transparently my life style a decade ago. Indolent or whatever, that is one feature of mine that is a complete stranger to my awesome grades in secondary school days (winks!) taah! Nothing like that!! My usual expression of disgust whenever my peers, back then, weep over a heart break or sing into my skekptical ears “I LOVE HER” my life, which spanned from the era of sucking mama’s breast to the jss 3 era, was completely void of emotional attachment. I considered this kind of life style the very best. Senior se3condary was the phase 2 and I was wholesomely proud to wear my starched white shirt with a well iron navy blue trouser; it will not be incorrect to say that I wore an apparel “confidence” due to my ability to stay clear from emotional strings. Frankly preaching against teenage love3 affair (if not for my lazy nature, a profession of essays would have3 gone viral) but little did I know that life had plans. O white Jesus! Tell me you get the point. It was no dream blood, cupid struck. Let me put a smile on your face.
It all happened on a Sunday (hmmm!) ot was even after service. Due to personal conviction that I was on some awesome outfit, I thought it dope to grin for my camera. Being selective, I wondered about the church building hoping I find a worthy background. I found a background but it had occupants; for I could clearly see two ladies in soft conversation “where has she been all my life?” jeez! it is not imprinted in my nature to ponder on things like that but I glaringly did. I watched from a distance and could not help but to expand my eyes. One of the girls struck me – hey! I am so sure about this – plus it took me quite some spent minutes to breathe properly and come to absolute awareness that there was an existing lacuna or gap between my upper lip and lower lip. I managed to say to myself, “wonderfully made” Sunday night was unusually long and so was my vivid imagination devouring her lips in mine. “aargh! So fast a move”- this I said – she was all in my dream. I wished I gathered sufficient ball that day I saw her with her friend. I regretted “what could her name possibly be?”
Ever had mushy feeling within you? Guess I am living proof. I felt like my heart was flushed. I could not wait for another Sunday. Gosh! She is so damn fine. Sunday came, I came, and so did a girl wearing a black gown just struggling to lie around her knee region – wow! It was her. I could not focus in church as I used a substantial part of the time to access all her admirable features. Church was set to close and and I was set give her a well structured and rehearsed speech. I managed to say “hey” and she looked at me but merely gave a nod. My rehearsed lines failed me and I resorted to sing words like “so”, “uhmm”, “well…” mehn! She was not even helping matters, she kept a straight face and said scanty things. I got home really moody – did not even eat like I used to. The more I tried to get over her after all it is just a crush (so I thought). the more I tried to forget her the more I remember her lovely and definitely perfect eyes, juicy lips, killing smile, angelic voice and a lookable body features all I wanted to do was to know her more for I only knew her name she is Sarah. I did no rehearsals and waited for yet another Sunday.
On the third Sunday, I met her and established one or two things. I saw her smile – struggled to hold back a blush. I got her contact and winked her goodbye. The calling streak was severe but it seemed to me that she like me a little. We kept getting closer and closer and closer. I saw her in my head perpetually. I kiss her in my dreams every night. I wanted her I loved her personality; I even loved her obdurate nature. Months past, I admitted my feelings. A couple of month in furtherance rolled by and she did same. We had agreements I.e upon which our bonds lies. The closer we got, the more I realised that I am never going to be complete without her. We planned a meeting and we happened to be alone. It was a breezy evening. It was supposed to be out normal meeting but a flavour made this one special – due to the distance that served as a threat was sitting pretty close to me that out skin contact was inevitable. My heart was seemingly not pumping blood (seemed like it was undergoing several gallops) I managed to say I missed you.” My right palm was meticulously placed on her left thigh seemed to respond to my every hand action in the affirmative – she has desperation all over saying saw I was examining her lips. I drew closer to her and was clearly grabbing her waist to myself like a customer grabbing a ticket to see a movie. Our eyes met and hers gave the approval our nose met, her head bent sideways and I inserted my tongue in hers. It was all hot passion- I felt a Bluetooth connection from within. She blushed and place her head on my shoulder. I felt her submission and dedication towards keeping me. I believed instantly that cupid struck both of us and love brought us together.
Hey! I love you sugar. I have no intention of breaking us now. Want you jealously in my arms, kissing your juicy lips endlessly just like I kissed you.

for more juicy write-ups, I implore you to check out obedzblog.

, I do not know; but a broken NAPIER BONES all in the quest for granting Sasha her fundamental sexual right?!! That is a hell of craze.

Mr. Obeezy is not against a crazy relationship oh! Just that I do not believe the DAVID AND SASHA union was founded on love. Clearly, it is a good thing to love your partner and know her body perfectly well i.e. having the ability to satisfy her urges; but not that your whole reason for being in a relationship should be narrowed towards ceaseless thoughts of how to sexually PANEL BEAT your chick. L.O.V.E is not “Legs Open Very Easily”, so let us be quick to draw the line between lust and love. Morally speaking, you should not call LOVE “sex me love, at first meeting”. It breaches every moral code, and any dude telling you he loves you all for the obvious cookie is a man operating under the ID component. Biblically speaking, sex is sacral; it should be consummated upon marriage. If couples choose to have a crazy sexual life, then the bible has no penalty for them. Legally speaking, the court of law should put insult to David’s injury as having sexual connection with a girl who is yet to have attained the statute preached age, is only sufficient to rope one in for STATUTORY RAPE (laughs). Such comeuppance is one way to reduce this teenage lust affair the society has been plagued with. Obedly speaking, if u wan kpansh your babe, na to go kill yourself? I pray sey I go climb mountain because I wan blow one chikala...mtcheew! crazy relationship don baff? That David shaaa.

#night out...sleep calls Kisha Bella.



OKOCHA OBED.

omg...u mean love and emotions dont go together...oh c'mon.

That moment when u like JEEZ DIS IS BULLSHIT!!!

jeez..i am so yawning....u can do beta dan dis...besides wich university u go?Highly exacerbated by ur grammatical gbagaun.

Indeed,m totally impressed wiv our president's action as per CONGRATULATING GMB....wel it shows his not irascible and a GENTLEMEN....100% kudos wil go to him come MAY 29