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Jobless Musings ~ when idleness was the only industry available to me...
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Trapped N2,000.00
Okadabooks has refused to pay me the 2K I put in my wallet years ago. Why?

Anyways, that aside, the owner of Okadabooks should simply have looked for someone to buy the business from him, even if at some loss. I don't know why Nigerians do the things they do, really?

I'm sure someone out there would have bought the business & made it work - even better.

Wait! Hold up! I've got two thousand naira in my okadabooks wallet plus some body of work, I hope they've not disappeared?

The many, undeserving dead,
Deserve national outpouring,
Every single poor soul,
Cut untimely from fame or fortune;

No one soul is made more,
Is worthier than the other,
All came from the earth,
And it hath the last say;

So why demonstrate double standard,
Roaring silence when calamity comes afishing,
Abductions, medical neglect, ritual murders,
Innocent blood shed wantonly daily?

The transience of power is earth bound,
Only the heavens will forever stick around,
The sun rises on the day of reckoning,
Be prepared, oppressor, your time is nigh.


In commemoration of a black day in the history of Nigeria, young people express disappointment that after one year nothing has changed about the brutality of government against unarmed protesters exercising fundamental human right on 20-10-2020.

The hypocrisy in high places is evident with the way government pampers terrorists and cracks down on peaceful demonstrators.

The collective spirit of the people of state has defied all kinds of intimidation and continues to fight for a better nation-state that respects human life and makes living in Nigeria a permanent sweet experience.

From <https://hellopoetry.com/dadaolowoeyo/

Child of necessity
Born on a blanket of hope
To a mother who can barely cope
And a father who roams the city

With so much tears
Mother gathers a few rags together
Prays fate will find one better
To love him all his years

Tempered by harsh realities of life
Scavenging on scrapes and bits
Grows leathery skin to survive the streets
Each sunrise and sunset a renewed strife

And Cain lifted his arm,
And struck his brother, Abel,
And the earth groaned in pain,
And hate soaked the entire world.

By Dada Olowo Eyo
Monday, 15 June 2009 at 17:30
Posted on the now defunct "facebook.com/notes"

When the two young boys rushed over to tell us that one of our friends had slumped we thought it was one of those false alarms or pranks young children play on adults. But little did we know it was the start to a very, very long twenty-four hours of major drama; because Bennett (not his real name) really had slumped and although the ladies around had taken off his jungle boots; green-ringed, white socks; seated him on a white, plastic chair; he was still too weak to even sit upright...or recognize any of us.

Bennett arrived at the lodge around March, he and his colleagues tried as much as possible to adjust to the very hard conditions at the lodge. It turned out he would smoke at least a packet of cigarettes a day and drink quite often, too. On this particular day, a Saturday, I was just finishing my meal outside when Uche came around to sit on one of the make-shift bamboo seats; we exchanged pleasantries, talked about the just-concluded French open, ongoing Queens court warm up event and the upcoming Wimbledon grand slam. Bennett had just finished a bowl of "eba" and earlier an even bigger bowl of yams and eggs; he then went off. About thirty minutes later the boys rushed over.

We carried him over to our side of the lodge and laid him on a bare mattress. Too weak to even respond to his name the girls made a concoction of milk and malt and I force-fed him. We took off his pants and made sure he had plenty of air. Later on one of the doctors at the lodge was called in and after a number of annoying calls to the authorities the infirm was rushed to the FMC.

 After much dust had settled we began to trace the origins of the almost fatal occurrence. Bennett had been courting a lady living there at the lodge and they had gone quite long. But something happened the previous day. He discovered his "toastee" had given an alternate number to a fellow called "Big boy" and he got to know about it. Coupled with his excessive smoking habit, heavy drinking and worrying, he went off in a mad rush that Saturday night to over-indulge himself and that resulted in his slumping.

He's still at the hospital receiving treatment for a cacophony of ailments chief among which is dehydration--mostly as a result of too much nicotine and alcohol in his system. The doctors also say his heart has become fragile and has difficulty pumping much needed blood around his body. I would not go into the stories brought back by friends who accompanied Bennett to hospital. It would amount to washing our very dirty linen in public. Let us just say it was not pleasant. We pray for his speedy recovery.

The question now is why should he take such matters of the heart (or love?) too deeply at and in such an environment where nothing lasts for more than one year anyway? A friend of mine, Blaze, a Counseling Psychologist, said he would talk to him when he is eventually discharged from hospital on how to handle such affairs. The lady in question has not been seen ever since and She, I do not think, would be willing to offer as much as a sigh when she hears of the incident.

That’s what happened at the weekend of June 12, 2009.

Now I ask: Should we love senselessly--only to die needlessly?

Walk out on your dreams,
And others will walk straight into them,
Yes, you swim dark, sorrowful streams;
There are those who've made dams out of 'em.

I have learned from father and brother-in-law,
How not to treat wives,
Provision is not a chore,
It is maintaining dear lives.

I have learned from father and brother-in-law,
How not to treat wives,
Provision is not a chore,
It is maintaining dear lives.

Only I trust,
The beating of my heart,
Been with me from the very start,
Right through six feet thrust, and dust.