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Chapter 1 - Alexis returns I got off the plane in California. "Hombre estupido me hace cambiar de pais," i mumbled annoyed. Stupid man making me move country is what i just said. Grabbing my two cases and two duffel bags i put them on a cart and wheeled them to the entrance. A man appeared and I knew who he was immediately, it was my dad. He was holding a sign that said Alexis Matthews on it. I stood and stared at him for a while. Feeling nervous I slowly started to walk over. "Alexis?" he greeted me with a hesitant smile. "John," I said with a slight grimace. He forced a smile, probably hurt by my lack of acknowledgment of him being my Father. "The car is outside," he gestured behind him looking nervous and uncomfortable. I walked past him and heard him quickly stride to catch up with me. We walked in a cold silence, past crowds of people clutching their luggage tightly in case random terrorists planted bombs in their luggage without them noticing. I rolled my eyes at their idiocy. Once outside, John led me to a sleek black car and I quirked an eyebrow. Mercedes- Benz CL-class. Didn't think that was the type of car he was interested in. After throwing my stuff in the boot, I climbed into the passenger seat and buckled myself in. John shut the driver's door and clipped his own seatbelt around him. I took the time to get a good look at him. Dark blond hair that was turning grey at the top and tired lines around his eyes. Aside from that he looked well for his age. Removing my phone from my pocket, I plugged my earphones in and then popped an earbud in each ear. The car pulled to a stop and I opened my eyes, ditching the pretence of being asleep. Wordlessly, seeing the huge house before us, I climbed out the car and recovered my stuff. "Welcome home Lex," John greeted me with a broad smile. "Alexis," I corrected him, "and this isn't home." With that said, I strode past him and up to the house. My sandals made a dull thud when they hit the wide wooden steps of the porch. There were double doors in front of me, a very pristine white colour with fancy gold letterbox, knocker and doorknobs. John appeared beside me and opened the left door, gesturing for me to enter first. "Would you like to meet-" "I'd like to go to my room. Long journey," I said, Spanish accent strong. John nodded understandingly and headed right to big, marble stairs at the side of the wide entryway. Again, my sandals were quite loud as they hit the marble, the sound echoing around the silent room. We didn't stop at the first floor but carried on to the second. John led me silently down a long hallway to a door around three quarters of the way down. "Here you go. Dinner will be in three hours if you want to rest before coming down," John informed me. I cautiously opened the oak door and stepped inside, dropping my bag to the side. The room was stunning. It was huge, a Queen size bed against the left wall and on the wall across from me was a large window with a window seat. To my right was a wall of mirrors and my eyes noticed that the middle two appears to open so I guess there was a closet behind them. In the room was a big desk with a laptop on and a few bookcases. A big TV was on a small bookcase at the bottom of my bed and beside the bed was another door. En suite? "I didn't think you were a girly girl so we went for red, black and silver," John explained. I nodded, overwhelmed by the room. John walked out, leaving me to it I guess, and I shuffled to the door. I shut the door after John and sat down on the bed. I won't call him dad, ever. Sighing I laid back on my bed and knitted my hands together. Without any warning tears began to flow down my face. |
Warning:This is a copyrighted work and shouldn't be reproduced in any form. Prologue I chucked my bag down by the door then raced into the kitchen. "Mum..." I trailed off. She wasn’t there; she was always cooking dinner when i came home. Frowning I searched the whole bottom floor then headed upstairs slowly. As I passed her bedroom I heard raised voices. I peered through a crack in the door and was shocked. My mum was laid on her bed and four men were surrounding her. Another man had a gun and was pointing it at her head. Why wasn’t she doing anything? True she had been depressed ever since dad left five years ago but still, what about me? I tried to go in to help but she used her powers to keep me out the door, to remove my powers and silence me. More importantly though she masked my presence so the men couldn’t tell I was there. "Your husband told us where you were so now we’ve come to kill you," the leader grinned. My genie senses kicked in and i knew they were telling the truth. He told them where we were? I know he hated us but that’s a bit far right? Sniffing I knew instantly that they were werewolves. "Where’s your daughter?" the leader asked. "She died," my mum choked out. The man growled and stepped forward. He forced my mum’s mouth open and rammed pills down her throat. "Swallow," he snarled. Obediently she swallowed and he chucked a bunch of pills around her. Then he pulled out a knife. Bending down he dragged it across her wrists and slit them wide open. Blood poured out onto the bed and my breath caught. The men smirked and jumped out the window. I was stuck where I was for a few minutes till mum’s powers faded away. Overpowering her powers now they were weak enough I rushed into the bedroom. I bent down by her side and held onto her. Immediately i knew it, my mum’s dead. The men killed my mother. Tears poured down my face and I held onto her getting blood all over me. "Mum," I choked out shaking her. It was no use, she’s dead. I got up and walked out the house. Crying I started to walk and walk. I didn’t know where I was going or when I was coming back. All I knew was to walk until I could walk no more. |
Ok... So,I lost the story I was working on before buh there's no use crying over spilt milk.. Here's another story in a genre I like really much.I sincerely hope you'd like it. |
[quote author=Ab;mbola]whch Bookie?[/quote]Both Merrybet and Nairabet. |
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[quote author=Ab;mbola]Guy,I greatly respect you.I have been watching you closely and your picks are almost always correct(like 95 percent).For that I greatly admire you. But I've got one request.Can you please always post your picks stating the time and the bookie that give the odds?[/quote] |
GOOD NEWS! The news on Koscielny's injury is that it is only a cut, meaning he might only be out for a week or two. |
City seem to have survived the scare of Walcott's equaliser. The Koscielny injury is also a stroke of luck for the home side. Away fans will be worried as the problem looks potentially serious. |
Its obvious.Ronaldinho stands tall among them. |
He shouldn't go ooo...He is very well needed.I hope his long spells of injury hasn't started again. |
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______________CONTINUATION__________________ He moved away from the book in fear.He winched in pain as the pain on his palm grew. What had he indulged himself in?What evil had he brought upon himself? What was the way out?The way to prevent the greater trouble that may result from it?Destroy it. Yes,that was it.He should destroy it. He advanced to the spot where he had placed the book,the light that once illuminated the book making it possible for him to read it in darkness wasn't there anymore.He searched the floor blindly with his left hand but it was no more. "Where?",he said aloud.A pang of fresh fear blew across him. "What more evil would he be expecting?" He stooped down and sat on the floor,thinking,shrieving.He thought of a million and one things that could happen if he slept.He couldn't,wouldn't.He stayed awake for hours until he unconciously drifted into sleep. *************************************** The sound of a cock crowing from a distant woke him up.He staggered up. "What had been thinking about before he slept?" The answers didn't take long to come out of his brain.He quickly checked his palm to see the scar but gone it was. "Was all that a dream?" No,it couldn't be for he had felt the raw pain,the burning sensation. "So where had it gone?" He walked out of his,room,no prison.That's what he saw it out.But he couldn't understand.Why did his master Manterror hate him so much as to let him sleep in a room as deleterious as that.What had he done to deserve such a life not even meant for pigs? He had heard from one of the cooks the situation surrounding his early days.He had been taken from an orphanage where his no-good LovePeddler of a mother had abadoned him.The Lord Manterror had seen him in one of his philanthropic visit to the orphanage.He had been lucky to have been spotted,or unlucky he thought.He would give everything to go back to that orphanage. He walked towards the east end of the mansion and was about climbing the stairs that led to his master,Manterror's room when he heard a screeching sound.He spinned around at once but didn't see anything,or anyone. His heart skipped a beat.He was sure that it wasn't a fragment of his wild immagination.He had heard it. "Who's there?" He got no reply.He took a second glance at the direction where he thought the sound had come from,still he saw nothing.He shrugged and moved on.He had hardly moved two steps when he heard the same sound.He swirled around at once to see the object glide out of sight.He paused and them decided to walk towards it.The end where the object had disappeared into was dark.He strained his eyes trying to make out the object in the dark. "Move no closer!" He paused. "Who are you?" "Just an informant.I've come to warn you of the impending danger lurking around this place.You life is in great danger.You have been marked for death.Save yourself,run away!" "Bu...but to where...how.?why...who are you even?" No reply. He advanced forward.He swinged his hand as he went so he could maybe catch a piece of his cloth.But alas,he was gone. He walked back and made towards his master's room.When he got there,he met a very angry Sir Manterror. "Why are you late?" "I was...em...I didn't..." "....didn't wake up in time.Isn't it?Well well well,my charm,Gofrin has been complaining of your unruly behavior.He said he refused to make his bed yesterday and that you even make heat of him...." "....but I never..." "Oh shurup!You don't know the sacrifice I've had to pay for bringing you up.I give you my food,give you a place to lay your thick skull and a place to call home.One of these days,I'll have you thrown out.Maybe then you'll see how much of a help I have been." Oh,how he wished he would just give that order.He'd the happiest person.Not having to work all day,eat once a day,endure Gofrin's naggings and Bullshits.He'd love that to his last breath. But where would he go really?who'd be willing to take him in..who did he have in this place,or anywhere else.Twas the bitter truth;his master had really done a lot for him. "For today,you will wash all the linens in the courtyard,scrub all the floors,polish the tables and chairs in the sitting room,and then fill the tanks with water." He didn't know whether to cry or sob.It was way more work than was meant for someone his age.Filling the tanks alone would take more than half the day.He felt like killing himself.But what good would that do?It wouldn't stop the injustice.None cared.His death wouldn't cause so much as a blinking of Gofrin or Manterror's eyes.They would find a replacement for him the very next day.He had to be courageous.He braced himself and began moving towards the courtyard. *************************************** 11.45pm He had just finished filing the tanks with water and still he hadn't tasted anything.He was so very tired.He dragged his now heavy body to the kitchen.The place had been cleared and he couldn't see any food.Then looked at the corner of a sink and saw something wrapped in tissue.He quickly took it.He opened it to find some piece of fried meat and bread.This hasn't been left there by mistake.Twas the chief cook,Mr Mutton.He had been everly so kind. "Maybe he could let me in his home should I be thrown out",he thoughted. He bit hard into the meat and hate very greedily.He had to gather enough strength for tomorrow. Ten minutes later... He was okay now and he walked tiredly to his sleeping zone where he would have to battle the cockroaches and mices with which he shared the place. |
Please lemme know what you think about my write-up.I could do with some encouragement or constructive criticism.I want to know how my piece is being seen so I'd know how to go about completing it. |
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Few months ago, there were calls made out to save ace singer-cum-producer, OJB Jezreel. Shortly after the passionate appeal to save his life from a kidney failure was made, some Nigerians took it upon themselves to help him raise the needed N16million for his treatment abroad. Few days ago, OJB Jezreel returned from India, after a successful surgery in the Asian country. His wife was his saviour as she donated one of her kidneys to save her husband. Speaking in an interview, OJB Jezreel revealed that some cheques issued by donors were bounced at the bank. “There are well meaning and bitter people in Naija. Most people were just complaining and these people didn’t even donate. All the figures flying in the air then were just fake and make-belief from different angles because if we had the money we wouldn’t have the governor donate N16million,” he said. He lamented further that, “tots of cheques that some people donated bounced. I don’t want to mention names and when we called them to come for their cheques they didn’t come for it. We didn’t want to talk about it in the media because it was about saving a life.” SOURCE»http://www.spyghana.com/ojb-jezreel-reveals-that-cheques-given-to-him-bounced/ |
-------------------CONTINUATION------------------- He read on... "The magic book reveals secrets that are unknown to ordinary beings neither indeed can be. It makes and also destroys kings. It is not a childish affair. Indepth concentration and focus is required to fully comprehend the mysteries found therein. I advise that if you have come across this book by mistake to immediately return it and not continue in what could lead to your demise. The magic book will not be held responsible for the effect it may have on the reader..." He paused for a while. The book talks like its has a personality. Why was he having the feeling that something was about to go wrong? Why did he feel the urge to close the book shut, strap it and hide it, forever? Anyways, nothing could be more dementing than his present state. He was not afraid. He had seen the worse: sleep in a room filled with worms, gone to the Albanian forest alone at night unguarded,and worse still, attended to Gofrin's stupendously stupid tasks for a whole day. Certainly, it couldn't get worse. He braced himself. He turned the next page and saw what looked like a hollow that had been created to fit the hand. He tried fitting his left hand but it didn't fit as it was meant to fit the right. It wasn't that he didn't know, but he thought that it would be better(should it be the case) to lose his left rather than his right hand which happened to be his better ha nd. He had to choice but to place his right hand if he was to advance further and dig up more secrets. He seemed bent on discovering the hidden secrets, an attitude that had often times gotten him into trouble. He fitted his hand in and it was a perfect fit. He waited for something to happen but nothing did. Just as he was about to remove his hand,he felt his hand press tightly against the hollow. He tried removing it but it got tighter. He began to feel a burning sensation,like the ball of his palm was being roasted. He gave an effort to yell but no sound came out. The sensation got worse and just as a tear made its way down his face, it stopped. The grip on his hand had also loosened. He hurriedly pulled his hand out. He examined it only to find to his greatest awe missed with dismay, a golden star engraved on it. ---------------------------------------------------------- What could this mean...a punishment for his over curiosity, or a gift? We will find out soon ---------------------------------------------------------- TO BE CONTINUED... |
India’s Supreme Court issued a disgraceful ruling against human rights in reinstating a law that bans gay sex. On Wednesday, the court reversed a landmark 2009 decision by the Delhi High Court that decriminalized sex between consenting adults regardless of their gender. At issue is Section 377 of India’s Penal Code barring “carnal intercourse against the order of nature,” a holdover from British colonial law dating back to 1861. In practice, this law had largely been used by police to threaten and blackmail gays,lesbians and transgender people. Following the ruling, India’s crimes bureau stated ominously that it will begin compiling crime statistics under Section 377 as early as next year. Violation of the law is punishable by a fine and up to 10 years imprisonment. Gay-rights supporters took to the streets in New Delhi in protest, vowing to continue their fight for equal rights and dignity under the law. Human rights groups, including Human Rights Watch and Amnesty International, roundly condemned the Supreme Court decision. In its 2009 ruling, the Delhi High Court said Section 377 violated the guarantees of equality and privacy in the country’s Constitution. The Supreme Court disagreed. Writing for the court, Justice Ganpat Singh Singhvi threw the issue to lawmakers,stating that Parliament was “free to consider the desirability and propriety of deleting Section 377 I.P.C. from the statute book or amend the same as per the suggestion made by the attorney general.” The court’s statement inviting the Legislature to amend the law is disingenuous. Given the fractious nature of India’s Parliament, the conservative views of many of its members, and the political stakes in the run-up to general elections next spring, the Legislature is unlikely to take up this issue on its own. Prime Minister Manmohan Singh now has an opportunity to leave a lasting legacy of progress before his government steps down next spring. His cabinet should act immediately to seek a repeal of Section 377. This 1861 law has no place in a 21st-century democracy. SOURCE» http://mobile.nytimes.com/2013/12/12/opinion/indias-reversal-on-gay-rights.html |
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_____________CONTINUATION_____________ Back in his room,George opens the parcel carefully as he ate the last of the leftover of bread that had come from the Gofrin's table. It was a book.It looked old but the cover had to have been made from some hard material because it had no sign of a tear.It was titled WISDOM FOR TEENS BY GAMIC FO SETCRES He opened the book and on the front page was a picture of a man,his wife and their little son who appeared to be about a year old. "In loving memory of KING PRINCE" Who was this King Prince and why did his name seem to ring a bell? He asked himself.The name,the name.He remembered now.About a fortnight ago,he had gone to give his master Sir Manterror news of the readiness of his breakfast when he had heard him(Sir Manterror) in a deep discussion of some sought.On closer a look,he had discovered that he wasn't actually talking with anyone but was thinking aloud. "It can't be.The last of the nobles have been destroyed.I watched King Prince bleed to death.It can't be!" "What could be troubling the great warrior?"he had asked himself.Well,he shouldn't bother about matters that didn't concern him,he had concluded. Looking at the photograph,he saw a certain resemblance to the man in the picture but he quickly pushed the thought aside.It would really be foolish to think he was related to royalty.He sighed and read on. "The book you now wield holds the keys to a thousand questions great minds have searched and researched about and have never seen. What you see here shall be to my account but your actions and their consequences forthwith.you shall bear and you alone." "Interestingly cunning!"he muttered to himself as he turned the next page. " In the beginning it existed yet unknown to all creatures.The deep secrets are open to only those who seek deligently. Eyes looking but seeing nothing,ears hearing but discerning nothing.Nose smelling but perceiving nothing.Physical senses alone cannot comprehend the greater knowledge that roams the earth. Do you think you are reading another mere fiction or do you not know that what you are about to embark upon may change the course of your destiny forever ![]() Look again.Those with talents inborn will discern the truth.A puzzle to solve.A mystery to discover NATURE PLAYING THE SCRAMBLE GAME BEYOND THE LETTERS LIES THE NAME " He shut the book closed and murmured the words.They weren't ordinary,they meant something.He reached to open the book but then something caught his attention.The name of the author read GAMIC FO SETCRES. BEYOND THE LETTERS.... Yes,something wasn't right.The name had been scrambled. He tried rearranging the letters and in about ten minutes,came out with a shocking conclusion.The scrambled name was actually the original name of the book;SECRETS OF MAGIC. ------------------------------------------- |
I will continue tomorrow or probably this night.I'm hoping people would like this and that I won't get too much criticism.Good night pals. |
CHAPTER ONE The kitchen seemed busier than he had ever seen. Everyone seemed to be really busy cooking,steaming,stewing and frying. He looked around to see where the aroma that stuck to his nose was coming from. There it was,a mountainous cake had been baked. On seeing him,the baker smiled and handed him a piece but was surprised to be dealt a thunderous slap instead. He jerked up but couldn't see anything. Then a torch shone blinding his eyes. "Will yu geh d f'ck up you little pumpkin?" "Oh!" Twas all a dream. He sighed,dragged himself up and cleaned himself of the dust that clung to his body. He coughed loudly deliberately much to the annoyance of the guard. He was escorted to the room of Gofrin. When they got to the door,the guard left him. He stood waiting at the door. "Do you seriously think I would waste my saliva calling your cursed name? C'mon,drag your stupid ass in you pitiful,foul smelling son of a leper!" George moved quickly into the room and knelt down. "Good mourning,my lout!",his tactical use of words would have gone unnoticed but for the smirk that lingered on his face. "Say that again....say that again,you beast!"he stormed. "Good morning my Rod" "Better. I see you are in a good mood. That 's good for you're in for a great day."He straightened up and cleared his frog like voice. "My clothes are all dirty...." "But my Lor...." Gofrin gave him a deaf ear and went on. "...the floors are dusty,the linens need changing,the bath tub needs scrubbing..." "wud that be all my...." "Shut up. You will not talk until I'm done you silly pig!" "I'm sorry your..." "Finally....I'm beginning a training course with my dad on the art of horse riding today,I need the Haflinger mucked thoroughly" He looked around to see if he had forgotten anything. When he was satisfied that he had forgotten nothing,he dismissed him. "Yuck!what a choice of horses!"George exclaimed. He emptied the wardrobe of clothes and took them out for washing. He came back an hour later and commenced scrubbing of the floors and bath tubs. He was used to this and finished in no time. He would replace the bed spread and linen when he comes back from mucking the horse. He looked at the clock. The time was fifteen minutes to the hour of ten. The horses were usually taken out for riding at ten. He hurried down to the stable and began mucking the ugly looking creature which seemed to notice his disgust as it kept soiling everywhere with its wastes. In no time,his face was covered with it. Just as he was about spanking the horse, he heard a voice and looked up. The appearance was the strangest he had ever seen. The man had his face covered with a dirty brown bandana and his eyes were fiercely cold. His teeth were the color of the soil and he could barely stand on both feet. When he spoke he shook visibly. "How do you young lad?".He stood gaping but shut his mouth in time to rattle his brain to provide an answer. "I'm...I'm well,fine....,sire" "Very well then", he said dipping his hand into his robe and reached for something. George took a few steps backward. "Nothing to fear m'dear.I come in peace".He handed him a parcel wrapped in dark red leathery cloth. It was strapped with belts which looked like they were made from very costly material. He took it and looked at the man in surprise. "Happy 10th birthday son!" He stood agape. He looked down at his shoes to see if he was dreaming. They were still old and wickedly dry. It wasn't a dream. "But how d'you kno...."he asked looking up only to see empty space. He looked around but there was no trace of his strange visitor. "Strange!"he said tucking the parcel into his pocket. He realised that the horse had stopped trying to fight him and now yielded in what seemed like fear. "That's how a good horse ought to behave",he said when he was done padding the horse. He went back to the mansion to see if he could sneak away some food as he was hungry having not eaten the previous night. |
CALL OF THE WIND PROLOGUE: George is the last surviving heir to the throne of nobles.Before he could discern left from right,he was taken away when the fierce minions of the great kingdom SYRIADS invaded the castle.The castle lay wasting in abandonment as no one lives there(at least none moving)for they were all mummified.It was a curse placed on PANTHADRA and on every citizen there.Their souls were encased in their bodies.Unable to die and yet unable to live. George grows up as a slave working for the warrior Manterror who was present to witness the killing of the nobles of Panthadra.He worked all day long scrubbing floors,mucking horses and attending to the needs of Gonfrin,Manterror's slowpoke of a son who always seems bent on ruining George's days. At night,he sleeps in a lightless room which he shares with mices and cockroaches.For him the future was blank but little did he know that soon he would on course to re-writing history.
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Obinnau: here is a working link http://www20.zippyshare.com/v/59892563/file.htmlCan't I get one in pdf format.I don't have a pc. |
Thanks for the encouraging words.I will try something. |
Hi guys,I'm new to writing and I really love the written works that I see here.I'm attracted to magic and want to do something on it.I need your suggestions plsss...And my written English isn't the very best.Help!!! |
Where do I download these books from? |
SOURCE»http://www.codewit.com/nigeria-news/14314-ASUU-urges-members-to-desist-from-working-against-union Chairman, Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU), University of Lagos Chapter, Dr Oghenekaro Ogbinaka, on Tuesday urged the union’s members to desist from working against its interest. Ogbinaka made the appeal in a statement he made available to the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) in Lagos. He said that the members should not allow their selfish interests to overshadow the interest of the union. He alleged that some members of the chapter called an illegal congress recently but failed in their bid to carry out `illegal activities’. ```Congress anticipated their plot that was borne out of greed. ``No member of the University of Lagos Branch of the ASUU is, therefore, taken aback on their action, `` he said. |
Tadon200: This is total nonsense, u will rather prefer to be in this disastrous state than c a changed nigeria.. all wat you wrote is total nonsense..Thanks! |
iterator25: What's this one sayingExactly what you read bro! |
Two weeks ago, I paid a visit to Dubai for the very first time. Dubai is everything Lagos is not. Dubai works: Lagos does not. Dubai is spotlessly clean: Lagos is filthy. Dubai is bathed in gleaming electricity. Lagos is shrouded in darkness. Dubai is organized. Lagos is disorganized. After a few days in Dubai, I longed to be back in Lagos. What is the attraction of Lagos relative to a city like Dubai? The answer is actually very simple. Lagos is the very best city in Nigeria; the very best country in the world. I have traveled all over the world. I have been to the Far East, to the Middle East, to North and Latin America and to Europe. I have been to over 30 African countries. This qualifies me to make this assessment. Nigeria is the very best country in the whole wide world. Made-in-Nigeria There are too many things that make Nigeria exceptional and without equal. If Nigeria were not so wonderful, there would not have been 170 million Nigerians. Because Nigeria is such a great country, we are determined to give birth to as many children as possible so that even more people can partake of the pleasures of living here. We manufacture babies by the thousands and the millions because we are in love with the country. Nigerians don't commit suicide. Neither do Nigerians ever desert Nigeria. The very worst thing that can happen to a Nigerian is to be exiled from the country. Remember this: Nigeria is nobody's colony. We refuse to be subject to nobody. We are not under the thumb of the British, the Americans or anyone else. Nigeria is the one African country that can be said to be truly independent. We have nationalized all the nationalize-ables. We own the land. There is no foreign settler-community in Nigeria that holds us captive. We are the kings of our castles. Our very best products are made in Nigeria. We make our own mistakes; make our own choices and make our own beds. We rig our own elections. We forge our own passports. We buy our own lies. We deceive our own people. We choose to live in the middle ages and not in the 21st century. We choose to eat in "bukas" and not in restaurants. We choose to eat with our hands and not with forks and knives. We choose to walk rather than fly. Organised chaos Nigerians are natural-born revolutionaries. We like to struggle. We are always fighting something or someone. We don't like the easy life. That is way too boring. We thrive when there is chaos. We make a profit, where there is confusion. We rise up to the challenge, where everything is upside down. If something is well-organised, our first assignment is to scatter it. That gives us room to maneuver. We can handle chaos, but order is another problem entirely. Nigerians hate progress. It does not agree with us. Some smart Alec decided to introduce traffic-lights on our roads. But when there are too many cars on the road, the last things you need are traffic-lights preventing people from going where they want. Traffic-lights make drivers wait, when they should be going. That is such a waste of time. The same goes for traffic-wardens. When you have them obstructing the roads, there are going to be tailbacks. But if you want the traffic to flow, let it be a free for all. Then you will see the ingenuity of Nigerians. We will climb up any and every possible place, and convert it to super-highways. Moreover, our roads are theaters where drama is always enacted. That means passers-by don't have to spend money buying tickets in order to watch our plays. You can watch a very interesting TV series just by sitting on your balcony and watching Nigerians negotiate their way every day. In one afternoon, you will see David killing Goliath. You will see Mohammed Ali fighting Joe Frazier. You will see Arnold Schwarzenegger terminating his opponents. You have to admit this kind of free theater is not readily available abroad. NEPA problem Can you imagine a country where there is 24 hour electricity? That is Nigeria's worst nightmare. For years, many nincompoops have tried to convince us to improve the electricity situation in the country, but we have wisely refused to be taken in by such deception. Why would we want good electricity when most of what we do is done under the cloak of darkness? Why should NEPA work when there are things that need to be hidden, including the rubbish that have taken over our roads. Any right-thinking person knows there are serious criminal issues in Nigeria that should not be brought to light for the sake of national security. Just think about it: 24 hour NEPA. How boring that would be? Nigerians would have nothing to talk about. We would have nothing to complain about. We would not be able to have tales by the moonlight. We would spend too much time watching television. The economy would suffer because generator sales would plummet. Those of us making ends meet by selling diesel would be in trouble. Generator repairmen, major contributors to the economy, would go out of business. Spare-parts sellers would not be able to sell even good spare- parts, how much more fake ones. Let's face it; should Goodluck Jonathan succeed in improving the problem of electricity in Nigeria, it will lose him the next election for sure. He will not even be able to secure the nomination of PDP, which we all know is a party of diesel-sellers and generator repairmen. Valuable corruption There is so much talk about corruption. But if there were no corruption in Nigeria, there would be social upheaval. Can you imagine a corruption-free Nigeria? Don't even bother. It would be disastrous. Millions would die of starvation. How can a man sustain his family if he cannot lie, cheat and steal? As Nigerians, it is high time we come to terms with who we are, instead of pretending to be what we are not. We are a corrupt people. It is not just our leaders: we are all corrupt. We are thieves. We love to steal. We celebrate thieves and give them national awards. We recognize that stealing is an art. To be a successful thief, you have to be skillful; you have to be ambitious; you have to be imaginative; and you have to be courageous. We are criminals because we are smart. We bring innovation to everything. Nigerians know that successful thieves are men of destiny: renowned statesmen; famous politicians; erudite managing-directors. Therefore we eulogise thieves. We sing their praises. We give them chieftaincy awards. We give them our daughters as third wives and concubines. We prefer them as our presidents, governors and legislators. Who wants an honest man as his representative in Abuja? That is a sure way to ensure you will not get your share of the national cake. Had it not been for corruption, Nigeria would not have survived. Corruption is the glue that holds the fabric of the country together. It ensures that, one way or another, we get paid. It provides a social security system. Corruption helps us to redistribute wealth between the rich and the poor. The rich steal from the government; the poor steal from the rich; and everyone is happy. If there were no corruption, there would have been a violent revolution a long time ago. You can pocket a few monies from work illegally because nobody in his right mind expects you to be able to afford even your transportation costs from your meager salary. If you are caught and prosecuted, all you need to do is ask your mother to come to work to plea-bargain for you. Thanks to corruption, we can put food on our tables. We can send our children to school. We can pay for the aso- ebi. We can keep up with the fashion trends. Traffic jams There is one fundamental reason behind the traffic situation in Nigeria. Nigerians are a wanted people. Therefore, we are always on the run. Somebody somewhere is after us and we need to make quick getaways. We are on the run from our wives. We are on the run from our children. We need to get away from our extended families. But even more urgently, we are on the run from the law. We are on the run from the state government. We don't want to be caught by the friend we borrowed some money from last year. Thank God for traffic jams. Isn't it wonderful that you can do all your shopping while driving on the road? How many countries do you know where you have that kind of facility? You can even get your car washed while on your way to work; without having to stop or park. And if there is any problem with your car while you are on the road, you will be grateful that you are in Nigeria. One out of every two Nigerian pedestrian is a London-trained mechanic. In case you are wondering, there is London; and then there is Osapa-London. You also don't need any GPRS in Nigeria. Every pedestrian knows exactly the way to where you are going. So if you are lost, simply ask for directions and then you will really get lost. Conclusion All this explains why, in spite of everything, Nigerians are the happiest people in the world. We are deliriously happy. Don't believe the lie. Nigerians complain a lot about Nigeria. But that does not mean we would have Nigeria any other way. We complain because we love to complain. If everything was alright about Nigeria, we would be miserable. Let's face it, Nigerians love Nigeria. Nigeria is the way it is because Nigerians love it so. If it were not so, we would have made amends in over 50 years of independence. One last thing of the utmost importance: Nigeria is the very best country in the world because in Nigeria you will find Nigerians. |
Chairman Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU), University of Lagos Chapter, Dr Oghenekaro Ogbinaka, on Tuesday urged the union’s members to desist from working against its interest. Ogbinaka made the appeal in a statement in Lagos. He said that the members should not allow their selfish interests to overshadow the interest of the union. He alleged that some members of the chapter called an illegal congress recently but failed in their bid to carry out `illegal activities’. “`Congress anticipated their plot that was borne out of greed. No member of the University of Lagos Branch of the ASUU is, therefore, taken aback on their action, “ he said. He described such as an action as misguided, and urged ASUU members to desist from such. The chairman gave the assurance that the chapter would remain indivisible. ASUU is facing rebellion in some chapters. Students, for example, were asked to resume today at the Ebonyi State University. SOURCE» http://pmnewsnigeria.com/2013/11/26/ASUU-enjoins-members-not-to-break-ranks/ |

