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Politics / Re: Letter To A Nigerian Foetus by sidophilic: 8:34am On Dec 31, 2016
The person above me, what's that for?
Politics / Letter To A Nigerian Foetus by sidophilic: 7:51am On Dec 31, 2016
The Federal Republic of Nigeria,
West Africa, Africa,
Planet Earth.

Nigerian Wombs,
Implanted uteruses.

Dear Angel,
LETTER TO A NIGERIAN FOETUS
Just the same way the wind at times blows down ripe fruits for a hungry goat, the supreme being has a way of meeting every individual at their respective point of need. If not for the fact that you, as the guiding angel might read this letter before the actual would be recipient could get the content, I would have said that the Yorubas say; 'nnkan ti aja maa je, Esu maa se'. There is really no time to translate that, but in summary, God works wonders.

I accidentally listened to this old song by Faze (wish that rings a bell) titled; 'letter to my brother' and that was all I needed to write this letter to the prospective citizens of a country called Nigeria.

I did not write you this in order to scare you and other prospective Nigerians. I wrote it in order to give you a heads up. At least, to be fore warned is to be fore armed. This is a rare opportunity most of us do not have. Let me thank you, guiding Angel, for reading this for the lucky foetus to hear.

I would like to tell you that you are coming into a country where budget padding is not a crime. Just so you understand what that means. you can come here to tell your dad that your school fee is N200,000 even when he knows it's N50,000. Yes, it's true. Don't be shocked, dad too might understand.

Again, I want you to realize that you are equally free to do whatever you like as soon as you have a political power. You can trample upon anybody's right. Nobody can touch you, even if you make the entire world realize that you have so huge an influence that the Military can do you nothing such that anybody is killable. Yes, even after you must have distributed the wealth of your state to some Van Damme, you are still their hero. In fact, for that alone, you are the man of the year. Oh! you are surprised? padi mi, bo se n lo niyeen!

The most high must have told you your sex by now, I guess. If by any chance you are a girl, please try as much as possible not to become a professional footballer. And if you do, make sure you don't play for the country. And if you must, don't go with them to AWCON because someone important might not really expect your team to win the trophy. Hmmmm, if you win........ Ok. Well, just try and win, then you will realize why no one understood the reason the male team got stranded at the United States of Nigeria.

Look, you need to equally understand that right now in the entire world, strange things are happening and our country is not left out. Recently, a lady said she is a virgin in this country and that became news. If it had ended with just that, I wouldn't have said anything about that in this letter but the real shock was, most ladies couldn't even say less than 'who virginity epp?' after hearing the so-called news. Moreso, you don't really need to be of enviable character before winning an election in some parts of our planet plus you will get luxury cars after serving the nation in a capacity as the President. That is a sign of honour my dear because it doesn't matter if you can afford fifty of such car. Yes, Na so!

I'm sure you are more than surprised at this point because all these negate the teachings over there, but you've not heard up to 5% of what goes down in your country to be. Wait, don't do anything nasty with that umbilical cord please. If you have been deployed there, you have to go. This is just a way of giving you a heads up before coming getting there. You don't have to seek redeployment. We adapted to the entire situation and I'm sure you will too. I wish you happy womb escape in advance. Ma sunkun! You will get used to the system. You will be fine. I promise.

Yours truly,
A Senior Citizen.
Politics / Is Reno A Nairalander by sidophilic: 7:34am On Nov 15, 2016
Just saw this on Twitter and felt compelled to share. Is Reno omokri actually a nairalander? Does he really need to do this?

Politics / Re: The Nigerian Woes: Where The Beats Led Us by sidophilic: 5:40pm On Sep 26, 2016
when will you read?
Politics / The Nigerian Woes: Where The Beats Led Us by sidophilic: 10:24am On Sep 26, 2016
THE NIGERIAN WOES: WHERE THE BEATS LED US
Yahoo o oo
Yahoo zee
....... One million dollar, dollar dollar
Elo lo ma je ti n ba se si Naira ?.........

Fellow Nigerians and social media friends and readers, it's yet another day on the planet. It's been a while since I last wrote any article on the nation's status quo. My silence, obviously has different meaning to different persons of varying personalities. To a few, I have gone bankrupt with the right words while some might as well felt I have equally felt the pang of the hard-bitting Nigerian economy which culminated in my inability to be able to afford mobile data. Hilarious, as the latter seem, it's not an impossibility, given the present state of the Nation. Whatever reason anyone might have ascribed to my deafening silence, I guess it should be a relief that recession isn't one of them.

Chief Dele Momodu, my mentor and respected Nigerian had once asked if Nigerian leaders watch television and I doubt if they read news from Nigerian dailies too, talk more of a social media post. My posts and that of other notable writers such as Reuben Abati and Doyin Okupe had no doubt meant nothing to those at the helms of affairs of this multi ethnic country. So, why bother? On a second thought, I felt I'm too young to give room for despair, hence, putting another serious thought into this. At least, this article isn't just meant for them, it's equally for us. In fact, it's more about us!

Those four lines above were the lyrics of a famous Nigerian song in the late 2000, sometimes around 2007. People danced to the rhythm throughout the length and breadth of this nation. Even, the non-Yorubas, without minding what those lyrics meant can't wait to roll those fingers in the air on hearing that cyber crime eulogy. The people in power said nothing about that but felt a song that spoke about the state of the Nation at that particular time was damaging the image of the Nation. Whatever Irredentism that is! The point is, that song among other sequels did not just come to entertain us and disappear, they left indelible marks on our mind and fail to escape from some parts of our brain. We practically got this penchant for amassing fabulous and ill gotten wealth unconsciously until we get to a position to unleash that beast in us. We got brainwashed!

What I am pointing at in clear terms is that, an individual won't loot millions of dollars if there is no force propelling such homo-sapien towards such immoral and perfidious act. That individual is no doubt a product of his/her environment. Governor El-Rufai said in 'The Accidental Public Servant' that he wondered how people hoard the Nation's common wealth and still sleep well at night, I think I have an answer. What they listen to and see around them made them believe that the best way to live happily after leaving office is to steal as much as possible. The mathematical equation is simply; the amount you stole (Loot, l) plus your smartness with cover up (security, s) equals happiness after office (Happiness, h); l + s = h. Simple arithmetic!

It's true that 'change begins with us' but the National Assembly should be the starting point. Just so we are clear, they have equally been affected by that same fear of becoming a pauper after being voted out, so we doubt if they would ever agree to let go their bogus allowances. They have given us excuses as to why they won't be letting their gargantuan chocolate go, but that is an effort in futility since they are unfortunately the one to decide what happens to that. That explanation is inane in all fronts.

At this crucial time that the nation needs rebranding and reorientation, the least the National Assembly can do is to come up with laws that guide against lyrics that eulogises economic and financial crimes. Maybe when this is done, we might not need the EFCC. Whether we concur or not, we are what we see, hear and do. May God help us!
Politics / Uncle Ben by sidophilic: 9:39am On Apr 11, 2016
UNCLE BEN: FAILURE OF A VETERAN TOWN CRIER
You just can't rule out the fact that the age long saying would remain relevant for the next foreseeable future. It's a fact, indeed, that if you are not informed, then you stand a chance of being deformed. Imagine a world without information or means of information? No doubt, information is key.

I would appreciate it a great deal if we can assume this Facebook and twitter life is non existent and we think about passing across information like the people of old without mobile phones or its equivalent. Then, that successfully done would see us appreciating the town criers in those days. In this present world they have been ably replaced by the social media and the media houses. Being a town crier back then gives you the opportunity of getting first hand information.

I was privileged few years ago to meet an aged person who related to me a story that depicts an implausible paradox. I couldn't believe that is actually a possibility. How a close relative of the village town crier could have fallen into such trap was incomprehensible. I tried in vain to make the whole episode sound rational. Luckily, the story (believe it or not) is now a weapon in an arsenal!

A ritual was to be performed for peace to reign in a war ravaged land and the town crier as expected had been hinted. The broadcaster as expected took to the streets to inform the entire village, moving from markets to farm settlements, warning people to stay indoors. By daybreak, it was evident that calamity had knocked at his door and had even secured a room for a nap. His son that stays some few kilometres away from his house had been used for the said ritual. The questions I asked myself were: Did the town crier just assume his son must have got the information and consequently thought it's unnecessary to warn him? Why would the son of a town crier be bereft of such vital information?

If you don't know him, you are either an individual that cares less about the social media or doesn't care two hoots about happenings in the Nigerian political sphere. He is a vibrant Senator on Facebook and twitter. He is fondly called 'the commonsense senator' by his admirers. Infact, as you read this, he is probably talking on twitter about the ills of the Nigerian state. He is very good at pointing out the wrongs in the system, even though he had said almost nothing about them for more than a decade - a case of political irredentism.

It is not out of place to help another individual remove the spec of dust in his eyes, but it's best done if you do that after spending at least, few seconds in front of a clean mirror and examine the entire circumference of each lens and the eyelashes. It is on record that you own silver bird TV with a cinema that accommodates both human beings that comes to relax and rats that come for bites of the expensive popcorn. That is business anyway and I reckon you are at liberty to do business just the way you like.

There were youths that you've always fought for on social media at your 60th birthday celebration and they claimed they were faced with discriminations that very day. I was glad you promptly apologised to them and further stressed that they would get a copy of your book after a registration of some sort on your website. I wasn't one of the youths that attended the birthday celebration, but, being an avid reader, I was one of the youths that requested for an electronic copy of your book and I'm still waiting to get the book in my mailbox even as I write this piece. A Yoruba adage says: 'A warrior that just came back from war and stepped on six hens to death and subsequently tells the tale of how he had beheaded six enemies. If we are in the dark as to what ensued at the war front, we have at least seen what happened at home.'

I don't want you to see this as an attack by an angry Nigerian youth. On the contrary, I want you to see this as an avenue to alert you as to the popping up of loopholes in a campaign that is expected to have penchant for perfection. Nigerians are still waiting for the explanation for printing the commonsense book in the United States, even as you encourage us to buy naija to grow the naira.

Uncle Ben (permit me to call you this), we also realised that the portion of the budget that endorses the construction of Lagos-Calabar coastal rail line had been deleted and we are so sure that happened right under your nose. Sir, this is the point at which we expected the commonsense voice to be loudest but we couldn't hear as loud as a mosquitoe's sneeze on that. I still don't want to believe that all that happened without your knowledge. Information of that magnitude is not expected to elude you. If you question the essence of the presence of other senators from that region in that chamber, you have done well, but a greater good is you being at the forefront of the campaign against that removal in the first place so that posterity would continuously remember that, there was a vibrant Uncle Ben.

When two siblings get out of a discussion room with bold faces trying in vain to conceal the red eye balls, they have been honest with each other. That might just be all I have for you now.

I hope to continuously serve in a capacity as an adviser on any movement the Nigerian Youths could benefit from. Just before I say 'good luck with your commonsense movement', I suggest we see more of actions (like the alternative power source bill) from you in the esteemed chamber and less on the social media.

Good luck.
Politics / Once Upon A Term by sidophilic: 11:16pm On Feb 21, 2016
ONCE UPON A TERM
Grandma was awesome by giving me the privilege the people of the 'indomie generation' might not have. Those stories and her style of narration were one of a kind. This is a kind of experience you never buy with money and it wasn't a surprise that a part of my cerebrum has a very great affinity for story telling. History are stories that have written themselves even before they found themselves on those pages of the paper by that individual that had enough time on his hands to pen them down. Whether we choose to tell those stories or not, they are always alive.

Nigeria decided to change her government in the year 2015 after sixteen years. To many prophets of doom, it won't happen without shedding a lot of blood, but we got it right to their dismay. On the 29th day of May, same year we had a new President sworn in and the world said; 'congratulations Nigeria'.

To our utmost surprise, we waited for months before we could have our ministers. While waiting, a lot of Nigerians had this high hope that whatever minister we shall be having would be largely technocrats. But, Mr. President decided to go back to the 'recycle bin' to bring some old men as our ministers. This is not to say, they were not well respected citizens of the country, but we don' t really need these old men before we can get it right as a nation. Truth be told, Mr. President outrightly gave credence to words of the old renowned academic that referred to the present generation of youths as 'wasted youths'. Of course, some youths are complete disgrace to this generation, but not all. At least, we have had a minister in his 20s in this country, why can't we have it again? Although, it's a done deed already, but subsequently, I suggest we borrow a leaf from the United Arab Emirate that made a 22year old a minister. We are not only good at carrying placards under that scotching sun and shouting on top of our voices. We are not all intellectually bankrupt. Honestly, that was where I thought the 'change' would start from.

No doubt that a country is capable of dying in the hands of corruption. Thank God for the gate that was opened recently in the country. Without mincing words, we all know what could have happened if the election had gone the other way. We should be careful as Nigerian and people at the helms of affairs to watch the kind of people we put in power. That misconduct by an individual had claimed so many lives. A soldier that is not effectively harmed is indirectly being sent to his death and that was evident in the way the insurgents had earlier waxed stronger. This arms deal saga, if given a closer look is more grievous than murder. We are so sure that some other gates would be opened if we look very well into the civil service where our dear budget was unpatriotically padded.


Nigeria is a sovereign state and anyone that makes any move to make a part of the country secede is by all means an enemy of the state but the truth be told, Mr. President, this is a democratic setting where the judiciary and the law had replaced any form of decree. Before emerging as the president, some 'doubting Thomas' had said you won't be able to abide by the rule of law. It is against that background that we suggest you respect the court decision on the leader of the Indigenous People of Biafra and prove to your detractors that you are a law abiding general.

Boko haram had done untold damage to the North-East, and it's only a hypocrite that would not see that the war against the insurgency is yielding results. But, this is not the right time for us to sit on our oars and assume they have left the country for good. The intelligence agency in the country should do us a favour by feeding the military with the right information to stamp out the menace completely.

During the electioneering campaign, I smiled more than ever. It takes few minutes before you hear the CHANGE mantra and I smile each time I hear that. It was crystal clear like the Ikogosi warm spring that most Nigerians had got it all wrong. They wanted an instant change, but All Progressives congress did not come to life on the 6th of February, 2013 to promise that. This is the reason Nigerians are getting sceptical in less than a year. In fact, some made bold to say they have been scammed. Without being partisan, I knew that expecting a magic within a very short while is almost impossible, if not impossible. But, the possibility at this crucial moment is the blueprint for the unprecedented and sustainable economic growth and infrastructural development which we hope to see as soon as possible.

Our economy needs urgent attention as fast as possible. The honest truth, just like the iconic Dele Momodu said in his recent article is; it is 'time to end the blame game'. We need to stop the blame game, let politics rest for a while and give governance serious attention. The past administration had done their bit and today's Nigeria is all about the APC led government. We need to map out serious plans other than the verbal and no impact 'buy naija to grow the naira' campaign. The dollar - naira exchange rate is quite unprecedented and the Nigerians that voted under the sun of such intensity are loosing hope by the day. Food items are getting more expensive and needless to say, electronic gadgets are fast becoming commodities that only appeal to the rich.

We can not afford to get it wrong once again because another four years is a long time for us to jump at another mantra. We know the body language says you want to work for the country but that might not just be enough. I quite agree with you sir, when you said you are President at the wrong time, but I still maintain that through you, when we narrate the story of your tenure, starting with 'once upon a term' unlike grandma's 'once upon a time', let the story end with a smile on the face of our listeners and the narrators.
Politics / Once Upon A Term by sidophilic: 10:33pm On Feb 21, 2016
ONCE UPON A TERM
Grandma was awesome by giving me the privilege the people of the 'indomie generation' might not have. Those stories and her style of narration were one of a kind. This is a kind of experience you never buy with money and it wasn't a surprise that a part of my cerebrum has a very great affinity for story telling. History are stories that have written themselves even before they found themselves on those pages of the paper by that individual that had enough time on his hands to pen them down. Whether we choose to tell those stories or not, they are always alive.

Nigeria decided to change her government in the year 2015 after sixteen years. To many prophets of doom, it won't happen without shedding a lot of blood, but we got it right to their dismay. On the 29th day of May, same year we had a new President sworn in and the world said; 'congratulations Nigeria'.

To our utmost surprise, we waited for months before we could have our ministers. While waiting, a lot of Nigerians had this high hope that whatever minister we shall be having would be largely technocrats. But, Mr. President decided to go back to the 'recycle bin' to bring some old men as our ministers. This is not to say, they were not well respected citizens of the country, but we don' t really need these old men before we can get it right as a nation. Truth be told, Mr. President outrightly gave credence to words of the old renowned academic that referred to the present generation of youths as 'wasted youths'. Of course, some youths are complete disgrace to this generation, but not all. At least, we have had a minister in his 20s in this country, why can't we have it again? Although, it's a done deed already, but subsequently, I suggest we borrow a leaf from the United Arab Emirate that made a 22year old a minister. We are not only good at carrying placards under that scotching sun and shouting on top of our voices. We are not all intellectually bankrupt. Honestly, that was where I thought the 'change' would start from.

No doubt that a country is capable of dying in the hands of corruption. Thank God for the gate that was opened recently in the country. Without mincing words, we all know what could have happened if the election had gone the other way. We should be careful as Nigerian and people at the helms of affairs to watch the kind of people we put in power. That misconduct by an individual had claimed so many lives. A soldier that is not effectively harmed is indirectly being sent to his death and that was evident in the way the insurgents had earlier waxed stronger. This arms deal saga, if given a closer look is more grievous than murder. We are so sure that some other gates would be opened if we look very well into the civil service where our dear budget was unpatriotically padded.


Nigeria is a sovereign state and anyone that makes any move to make a part of the country secede is by all means an enemy of the state but the truth be told, Mr. President, this is a democratic setting where the judiciary and the law had replaced any form of decree. Before emerging as the president, some 'doubting Thomas' had said you won't be able to abide by the rule of law. It is against that background that we suggest you respect the court decision on the leader of the Indigenous People of Biafra and prove to your detractors that you are a law abiding general.

Boko haram had done untold damage to the North-East, and it's only a hypocrite that would not see that the war against the insurgency is yielding results. But, this is not the right time for us to sit on our oars and assume they have left the country for good. The intelligence agency in the country should do us a favour by feeding the military with the right information to stamp out the menace completely.

During the electioneering campaign, I smiled more than ever. It takes few minutes before you hear the CHANGE mantra and I smile each time I hear that. It was crystal clear like the Ikogosi warm spring that most Nigerians had got it all wrong. They wanted an instant change, but All Progressives congress did not come to life on the 6th of February, 2013 to promise that. This is the reason Nigerians are getting sceptical in less than a year. In fact, some made bold to say they have been scammed. Without being partisan, I knew that expecting a magic within a very short while is almost impossible, if not impossible. But, the possibility at this crucial moment is the blueprint for the unprecedented and sustainable economic growth and infrastructural development which we hope to see as soon as possible.

Our economy needs urgent attention as fast as possible. The honest truth, just like the iconic Dele Momodu said in his recent article is; it is 'time to end the blame game'. We need to stop the blame game, let politics rest for a while and give governance serious attention. The past administration had done their bit and today's Nigeria is all about the APC led government. We need to map out serious plans other than the verbal and no impact 'buy naija to grow the naira' campaign. The dollar - naira exchange rate is quite unprecedented and the Nigerians that voted under the sun of such intensity are loosing hope by the day. Food items are getting more expensive and needless to say, electronic gadgets are fast becoming commodities that only appeal to the rich.

We can not afford to get it wrong once again because another four years is a long time for us to jump at another mantra. We know the body language says you want to work for the country but that might not just be enough. I quite agree with you sir, when you said you are President at the wrong time, but I still maintain that through you, when we narrate the story of your tenure, starting with 'once upon a term' unlike grandma's 'once upon a time', let the story end with a smile on the face of our listeners and the narrators.
Family / Re: Before Trivialising The Significant by sidophilic: 5:17pm On Dec 23, 2015
I can't agree more. U've said it all.
Family / Before Trivialising The Significant by sidophilic: 11:18am On Dec 23, 2015
Before Trivialising The Significant
I've hard intellectuals say this several times and I must say my astonishment to that effect was transient. As opposed to what obtains decades ago, we have started endorsing, in the cultural sense, the unpopular. Throughout the length and breadths of the nation, there was no culture that downplays the significance of the age long practice but out of our near total westernised wit, it is now being advocated to be seen as a thing of less importance. Our dear Ruben Abbati said in clear terms in his post about Audu and Sugarbelly that part of the ways of dealing with the rape menace is for the female folks to realise that getting married is not their greatest achievement. Giving his statement and that of other intellectuals a suitable crop, the message is: 'Marriage is not a lady's greatest achievement.' Let's not be oblivious of the fact that a statement with the slightest element of contempt for an institution is only waiting for the right time to be a full blown contempt. 'When you tell a lie several times, it becomes the truth', Chimamanda Adichie did pass across this message in her book titled 'Purple Hibiscus'. The whole message is not to say those that said it is not a lady's greatest achievement were wrong, but in the context, the institution was belittled.
I want to believe the bulk of Nigerians are either Muslims or Christians and their books made it clear right from the beginning of creation, marriage has been sanctioned by the supreme being. The facts are alive. The bible said Eve was created for Adam's sake and the Qur'an did not negate that either. It beats common sense therefore for black Homo Sapiens to think there is nothing special about the institution. We should also know that the divorce scourge in the western world came as a result of a mentality which trivialises the holy matrimony. Over there, you can have flings as a lady and still make bold to discuss that with anyone, but a real African woman is not expected to do that talk more of disclosing such Illicit affair. 'We are Africans' and that unique thing about us is our culture that teaches decency. Little wonder, the West is a haven for moral decadence and at the moment we are tending towards that by what they make and are making us believe as a race. My teacher once said; 'You don't have to pick all my attributes, the goods are apt'. We don't have to follow the west, hook, line and sinker because we value family here.
The female folk should not be deluded by what they hear or see on those screens. They must know they play a significant role in nation building. For us to have a good nation, good people are needed. Good people are products of good family. The truth is, if we don't see marriage as an important institution, we take it with levity, the society becomes awash with children raised by single parents and just as we know it, two ears befit a head. Another debatable truth is that no African lady ever set out to remain single for life, but circumstances warrant the frustration induced 'marriage is not the greatest of all achievements' rantings. You can try to forget the horrible past and do the needful, but this time, look before you leap to avoid same old story. Whether you accidentally possess a fair complexion or you rightly have the dark African skin, remember that it may not be the greatest of a lady's achievement, but it remains one of the greatest until childbirth becomes a sin.
Family / Before Trivialising The Significant by sidophilic: 10:58am On Dec 23, 2015
Before Trivialising The Significant
I've hard intellectuals say this several times and I must say my astonishment to that effect was transient. As opposed to what obtains decades ago, we have started endorsing, in the cultural sense, the unpopular. Throughout the length and breadths of the nation, there was no culture that downplays the significance of the age long practice but out of our near total westernised wit, it is now being advocated to be seen as a thing of less importance. Our dear Ruben Abbati said in clear terms in his post about Audu and Sugarbelly that part of the ways of dealing with the rape menace is for the female folks to realise that getting married is not their greatest achievement. Giving his statement and that of other intellectuals a suitable crop, the message is: 'Marriage is not a lady's greatest achievement.' Let's not be oblivious of the fact that a statement with the slightest element of contempt for an institution is only waiting for the right time to be a full blown contempt. 'When you tell a lie several times, it becomes the truth', Chimamanda Adichie did pass across this message in her book titled 'Purple Hibiscus'. The whole message is not to say those that said it is not a lady's greatest achievement were wrong, but in the context, the institution was belittled.
I want to believe the bulk of Nigerians are either Muslims or Christians and their books made it clear right from the beginning of creation, marriage has been sanctioned by the supreme being. The facts are alive. The bible said Eve was created for Adam's sake and the Qur'an did not negate that either. It beats common sense therefore for black Homo Sapiens to think there is nothing special about the institution. We should also know that the divorce scourge in the western world came as a result of a mentality which trivialises the holy matrimony. Over there, you can have flings as a lady and still make bold to discuss that anyone, but a real African woman is not expected to do that talk more of disclosing such Illicit affair. 'We are Africans' and that unique thing about us is our culture that teaches decency. Little wonder, the West is a haven for moral decadence and at the moment we are tending towards that by what they make and are making us believe as a race. My teacher once said; 'You don't have to pick all my attributes, the goods are apt'. We don't have to follow the west, hook, line and sinker because we value family here.
The female folk should not be deluded by what they hear or see on those screens. They must know they play a significant role in nation building. For us to have a good nation, good people are needed. Good people are products of good family. The truth is, if we don't see marriage as an important institution, we take it with levity, the society becomes awash with children raised by single parents and just as we know it, two ears befit a head. Another debatable truth is that no African lady ever set out to remain single for life, but circumstances warrant the frustration induced 'marriage is not the greatest of all achievements' rantings. You can try to forget the horrible past and do the needful, but this time, look before you leap to avoid same old story. Whether you accidentally possess a fair complexion or you rightly have the dark African skin, remember that it may not be the greatest of a lady's achievement, but it remains one of the greatest until childbirth becomes a sin.

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Family / Before Trivialising The Significant by sidophilic: 10:50am On Dec 23, 2015
Before Trivialising The Significant
I've hard intellectuals say this several times and I must say my astonishment to that effect was transient. As opposed to what obtains decades ago, we have started endorsing, in the cultural sense, the unpopular. Throughout the length and breadths of the nation, there was no culture that downplays the significance of the age long practice but out of our near total westernised wit, it is now being advocated to be seen as a thing of less importance. Our dear Ruben Abbati said in clear terms in his post about Audu and Sugarbelly that part of the ways of dealing with the rape menace is for the female folks to realise that getting married is not their greatest achievement. Giving his statement and that of other intellectuals a suitable crop, the message is: 'Marriage is not a lady's greatest achievement.' Let's not be oblivious of the fact that a statement with the slightest element of contempt for an institution is only waiting for the right time to be a full blown contempt. 'When you tell a lie several times, it becomes the truth', Chimamanda Adichie did pass across this message in her book titled 'Purple Hibiscus'. The whole message is not to say those that said it is not a lady's greatest achievement were wrong, but in the context, the institution was belittled.
I want to believe the bulk of Nigerians are either Muslims or Christians and their books made it clear right from the beginning of creation, marriage has been sanctioned by the supreme being. The facts are alive. The bible said Eve was created for Adam's sake and the Qur'an did not negate that either. It beats common sense therefore for black Homo Sapiens to think there is nothing special about the institution. We should also know that the divorce scourge in the western world came as a result of a mentality which trivialises the holy matrimony. Over there, you can have flings as a lady and still make bold to discuss that anyone, but a real African woman is not expected to do that talk more of disclosing such Illicit affair. 'We are Africans' and that unique thing about us is our culture that teaches decency. Little wonder, the West is a haven for moral decadence and at the moment we are tending towards that by what they make and are making us believe as a race. My teacher once said; 'You don't have to pick all my attributes, the goods are apt'. We don't have to follow the west, hook, line and sinker because we value family here.
The female folk should not be deluded by what they hear or see on those screens. They must know they play a significant role in nation building. For us to have a good nation, good people are needed. Good people are products of good family. The truth is, if we don't see marriage as an important institution, we take it with levity, the society becomes awash with children raised by single parents and just as we know it, two ears befit a head. Another debatable truth is that no African lady ever set out to remain single for life, but circumstances warrant the frustration induced 'marriage is not the greatest of all achievements' rantings. You can try to forget the horrible past and do the needful, but this time, look before you leap to avoid same old story. Whether you accidentally possess a fair complexion or you rightly have the dark African skin, remember that it may not be the greatest of a lady's achievement, but it remains one of the greatest until childbirth becomes a sin.
NYSC / Re: Edo Straight by sidophilic: 10:06am On Oct 23, 2015
I am from OAU, Industrial Chemistry Edo Stream one Wish to serve in Auchi poly Any help! plsssssssss

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Jokes Etc / Who Broke Pass? by sidophilic: 11:54am On Oct 20, 2015
which of these two broke pass? can't laugh alone....

Literature / Re: Adams Must Be Crazy (A Short Story) by sidophilic: 1:51pm On Oct 17, 2015
pls, comment as you read.
Literature / Re: Adams Must Be Crazy (A Short Story) by sidophilic: 1:50pm On Oct 17, 2015
'This is the tax payers' money. We really need to be careful with the way we spend this kind of money. We owe that common man on the street a level of loyalty. Look, whatever comes out of this, you are on your own.' He said that day and I felt sorry for him. I wish I was in his shoes. I wish I was the permanent secretary.
Adams is my boss in the ministry of health where I head the accounting department. I have always struggled every working day to accept what fate had thrown into my arms. Adams is one man whose fate is intertwined with mine. He had always been the first at school and now, at work he is first again. I have tried so hard to accept that things were meant to be that way but I couldn't help it. Although we never get to attend the same university, I still hate him for his exploit in his Alma mater. I wasn't the best in my university days but he emerged as the best graduating student in the entire university and truth be told I wasn't happy with that. He had always been up there while I trail. He always get whatever I long for on the platter of gold. I always end up playing a second fiddle to Adams and I more than hate that, but what can I do.
I can accept every other defeat but the last straw that broke the camel's back is something I wasn't ready to forgive. I met her first, but she ended up taking the ring from Adams. It was shortly before passing out from the National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) in Kogi state. We both coincidentally served in the same state. It was precisely on the last CDS (Community Development Service) day, We were about hiring a motorbike when the rain started. We offered to wait for the rain to subside by staying at the covered verandah of the closest building. Coincidentally, we met this young lady corper who was equally waiting there before we arrived. I started a conversation with her and in no time the three of us began to talk. I can't still understand where Adams, who does not give a damn about girls, got the motivation to collect her phone number. I thought it was a joke at the beginning, but it only took weeks before I realised Adams is for real. Of course, I was a womaniser (I don't really know if that has changed) and all the natural endowment at the front and back were all I was interested in the moment I saw Regina, but since my friend has logged in with full force, there is nothing I can do. I never for once forgave Adams for taking what I should have taken. I never knew the hatred I had for him had grown up to the level it is untill his wedding day. I sure made a terrible best man.
Literature / Re: Adams Must Be Crazy (A Short Story) by sidophilic: 10:17pm On Oct 16, 2015
I turned my head at an angle slightly below a hundred and eighty, lo and behold! My friend had taken responsibility. It was Adams raising his hand - a response to Mr. Japhet's question. He took some strokes of the cane but there was something weird going on within me as he laid on 'Nonsense's' table with his buttocks facing the thatched roof. I never felt sorry for him. Being the best in the class, his punishment was not as severe as earlier anticipated.
Of course, there was a reason I could attribute to Adam's kindness to me on that day. He loves his mother darely and there was a time his father traveled for a long time and his mother fell sick. He lives with his mother and his sisters in their mud house which stood directly beside our house, so my parents were the closest adult to his family then. My mum was instrumental to his mum's recovery from a disease that could have claimed her life. It was my mum that convinced my dad to foot the bill that was later paid back on his dad's arrival. If he had done that back then for that reason, then I call that pay back, but what do we call his most recent feat if not foolishness. Do I really need to blame him? I have made him believe the unrealistic.
I couldn't help laughing out loud after watching the Minister speak with the journalists. 'Almost all government owned hospitals have been filled with drugs and moreso, we have equipped all our hospitals in the federation with mosquito nets for the protection of the patients and with the level of awareness which of course is unprecedented, we are confident that this administration would get rid of Malaria before the next quarter.' He had boasted on NTA (Nigeria Television Authority) in his white 'agbada' which is expensive enough to set up a tailoring shop. If all Nigerians know the truth of what he took those few minutes to say, they would storm that television station and beat the hell out of his pot belly. Of course, I could laugh because I work in that ministry and I knew the quality of the net we procured. We awarded the contract to one of his mistresses and it only took less stress before we got our cut. Adams was brought into the deal, being the permanent secretary in the ministry of health but he diplomatically bowed out. Would you blame me again if I say that is another act of foolishness on his part. Who in his right senses would forgo eight million naira all in the name of patriotism?
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 7:24pm On Oct 16, 2015
Thanks, Zeenas. With u guys, I can be better. pls do comment on the latest too. 'Adams must be crazy'.
Literature / Re: Adams Must Be Crazy (A Short Story) by sidophilic: 5:12pm On Oct 16, 2015
Adams Must Be Crazy
If there is a contest amongst fools on the planet, Adams would rank as one of the best, if not the best. I tag him the world's finest fool. Maybe he is not just foolish, he might just be a mad man with a benevolent spirit.
Some attributes are intrinsic properties of one's makeup, just like a goat's skin, it never changes. He has been like that since our primary school days at Nnewi. So, his recent feat is no surprise as far as I'm concerned. Why he was willing to loose everything for his supposed family and my sake is the real surprise.
Those moments were too extraordinary to be forgotten so soon. It happened immediately after the closing prayer. I have prayed silently after the break till the bell went for the end of the day' s work that the damage should go unnoticed. I do not even know what to wish for after the sound that confirmed the crack graced each of our tympanum. I do not know if I wished 'Nonsense' should go blind, or he should just pretend nothing happened, even if he saw it. I received the through-pass which left me with the goal keeper. To make the goal a fantastic one, I closed my eyes before taking the shot. The ball passed through the goalkeeper's harmpit as he dived to stop the shot. The next sound we all heard was that of the shattering brake light of 'Nonsense's' motorcycle. My mind went straight to the few of the encounters I've previously had with Mr. Japheth.
My dad would always have his way on any issue that concerns the affairs of his children, regardless of what the entire village thinks. It was the end of the third term break and I was returning to Nnewi from Onitsha with my uncle. We were attacked on our way back, making the journey more difficult than it was initially. The lorry that conveyed us from Onitsha broke down several times before we eventually got robbed. So, that journey was about the most stressful I've had in my entire life. The story did not matter to my dad as he dragged me out of bed against my mother's will the following day - The first day of the term. I got to school late and I regret ever going to school that day. Mr. Japhet, otherwise called ' Nonsense' (owing to the frequency with which he uses the word) gave me the beating of my life. Isn't it surprising that our school is one of those few schools where students don't come late?
It would have been reasonable to me if he had never been dealt with by 'Nonsense'. In fact, I was an eye witness the day he was beaten alongside Nwafo and Ugbade after the morning devotion for breaking into the school farm. Even though, he was not guilty of the offence, but that does not rule out the fact that each halves of his buttocks would not pray for such unfortunate occurrence again.
I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the voice directly from my back. I thought that voice was nothing but that of a demon I've always imagined after grandma had told me the story of Nnena and the evil spirit.I
Literature / Adams Must Be Crazy (A Short Story) by sidophilic: 3:59pm On Oct 16, 2015
Thanks nairalanders for reading those short stories all along.
Why not me?
A cold day in hell



and finally.............

Another issue based short story from sidophilic

ADAMS MUST BE CRAZY

The title is weird just like others right? Don't mind me. It's part of the training

sit back and enjoy as usual

Synopsis
He is the most foolish man on the planet. He thought he was protecting himself. He thought he was putting things in order. Too bad he would eventually lose everything. Tick tock, that's the sound of the clock. That's the countdown to his last breath which would come soonest. I gain everything, he lost all. Indeed, if the cheeks of an animal doesn't get shattered, that of men might not get chubby.
My thoughts though. I might be wrong
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 12:47pm On Oct 16, 2015
abi na. big ups bro
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 3:17pm On Oct 15, 2015
Adams must be crazy begins tomorrow. Another short story. pls, no forget to comment o.
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 1:43pm On Oct 15, 2015
another thread opens tomorrow by God's grace. still another short story.
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 1:42pm On Oct 15, 2015
Tnx for the comment bro.
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 10:14pm On Oct 13, 2015
I strongly believe our illusions of a great Nigeria will turn reality. let's set aside our sentiments so that our Nigeria can be the better for it. Great Nation I believe.
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 10:11pm On Oct 13, 2015
did not help matters as the headline had been all about Kola Arigbabuwo's murder case. This, I presume made it difficult for the president and the governor to interfere. Gbemisola on the other hand was taking her time this time around because it appears the National Judicial Council (NJC) is interested in the case. Any suspicious judgement would definitely spell doom for her. The deep sigh she gave after the judgement was an evidence that her hands were tied.
I strongly believe Kola did not perpetrate the said murder. I know he didn't kill his colleague. He was framed and whoever did it did a perfect job. The dead body of his personal assistant was found in his hotel room shortly after he checked out. The CCTV camera did not pick up any feed that suggests he was framed. The best lawyer in the world would surely have a hard time proving his innocence. I tried asking him if he actually did it but all he could tell me was he was framed. He made it clear he couldn't have emerged as the M.D of the branch of the bank where he worked if not for a personal relationship he had with the daughter of the C.E.O. He was made the M.D above some of his superiors who were not so happy with the development. His story was actually reasonable but the issue is; it's nothing but a cock and bull story in the face of the law, since there is no proof. This is 2032 and I don't think much has changed about the law.

The lawyer actually tried his best, but when the good lord delivers a judgement, no appeal court on the surface of the earth could reverse it. Friends adviced me to attempt an appeal, but I know too much to be that gullible. What went around had only come around. I am reaping what I sowed bountifully. If only I had been patient!
This life is indeed vanity. It is nothing but deception. There is nothing on this planet that worth harming a fellow human being for. Nothing remains new forever. Is it a car, edifice, wife or one' pathetic self. None! I laboured so hard to get to the top and when I got there, I realised that that genderless creature had followed me there. Yes, Karma did and it's so obvious he is busy dragging me back to where I came from. By tomorrow, the news will be all about Arigbabuwo. What a day to be popular! That name, in months would be reduced to nothing and that crazy Dele would not stop tarnishing my image either - a replica of rubbing salt on a wound. But, before that happens, I have to vacate this deceptive sphere of vanity. Just as always, the candidates of the planet reduces by one after I might have taken this portion. Too bad I had to do this to myself. I would rather leave before Kola. If the deads truly reunite, meeting Lucy, the mother of my children with a smile on my face is nothing but a cold day in hell.

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Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 12:51pm On Oct 13, 2015
ask her out once even after the SSCE.
In the late 90s, I gained admission into the polytechnic and bagged a prestigious HND (Higher National Diploma). With the kind of confidence a tertiary education gives its custodian, I approached Lucy (who still helps her mum at the beer restaurant then) and I told her how I felt about her. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my left palm in order to be sure I wasn't dreaming, after Lucy's response. 'So, it is true that something good could also be desired by an indolent pauper like you. Let me advice you, go and make enough money before you begin to run after the good things of life.' She said, shouting on top of her voice. She had hardly completed the statement when she left me on the spot. I had just graduated then and I was confident I would get a good job. Lucy' s word was like an eye opener. I took every available job and I was determined to make it at all cost. I was returning from my teaching job one day, when I ran into an old friend. After speaking for a while, he informed me that there is an offer that comes with unimaginable renumeration and without asking for details, I told him I was in. I was made to take an oath of secrecy before my first assignment. At that point I knew whatever I would be doing won't be as simple as I have earlier anticipated. My first assignment was to deliver a package at a particular location. 'No question is to be asked. The content is not your concern'. These were the two guiding principles and of course, the less you know the better.
As I go deeper every day, Sister Lynda's words of advice keep ringing in my head. 'You are an adult. You can now separate the good from bad. The day you come across something your instinct tells you would harm a fellow human being, take to your heals. Karma never dies, it slumbers.'
I continued with my shady job and in no time I was at the top cadre in the ministry of Justice, thanks to my boss's influence. Being relevant in the state' s politics was a piece of cake. I effortlessly became the speaker of the state's house of assembly even though I had to decamp to the ruling party after my tenure. Every other politician, like myself move with the tide. No one wants to travel in the sinking boat, if you ask me. My efforts at returning the present governor in the state was well known to all and sundry. In fact, after the presidential election, the big-wigs of my party backed me for a ministerial appointment and I have no modicum of doubt it's a done deal - compensation for my contributions to the actualisation of the CHANGE I never stood for in my previous party.
During the electioneering campaign, the word 'CHANGE' saturated the air and I thought our plot to fool Nigerians had worked. I thought the change will never come to live. I thought it could only be imagined. The Vice President once said while granting an interview that the nation' s judiciary will witness a revamping like never before, but I only smiled in doubt. ' If you happen to be elected, sir. Would you watch a relative face judgement given the social stance of issues like this?', the journalist had asked that day. 'That is why we stand for change. No sentiment is allowed in law. Even if my own son is culpable, he has to face the sonorous music of the law. If you have once seen a law emblem, you will agree with me that it is expected to be blind to status. Wole, 'change' is going to be a clear departure from the usual business of government.' the Vice President had said that day.
It was late before I realised I am nothing short of a litmus test for CHANGE. The media
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 9:21am On Oct 13, 2015
once more, your comments will be appreciated
Literature / Re: A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 9:16am On Oct 13, 2015
A cold day in hell
'You are hereby sentenced to death by hanging until you become lifeless.'
I couldn't believe my hears as the Judge rose after delivering that shocker of a judgement. Was that actually the beginning of the end of Kola? Is this exactly how the designs of Karma locate its victim? Could this actually be the manifestation of Lynda's prediction-cum-advice? These and many more were the questions that flew through my mind in that courtroom. I almost collapsed when I looked into the eyes of the condemned. Technically, in days, I will be left with no child to inherit all I've laboured so hard to acquire. That never-do- well I mistakenly named Bamidele has no character whatsoever to justify such beautiful name. I'm always skeptical about the faithfulness of his mother each time I see him. All social vices were his stock in trade and I still find it difficult, up to this my moment of despair, how he could have come from the same womb as Kolawole. Sure as hell, the weather out there is cold, given the frequency with which the breeze raises the curtain, but all I can feel right now at the early hours of the day is heat. The air conditioner had failed to condition that heat that comes from within. Of course, it would only try. The bitter truth is; refrigerating me would not remove the heat because my flesh is not the source of the fire, my soul and blood were the invisible source.
It's quite unbelievable that Gbemisola would one day rule against me. I've never in my entire life given it a thought thay my puppet would someday fear someone or something greater than me. Do I really blame her? Of course not. I have had it rosy a long time and my romance with the law had always left my cheeks swollen with goodies, but that ended several hours ago. Justice Gbemisola, the Judge presiding over Kola's case enjoyed my support before becoming the chief Judge. My political influence in the state was all she needed to trounce her fellow contestants. Being the only female, among other things, the odds were against her, yet she emerged. Since she is nothing but a pencil in my hand, Bamidele got discharged and acquitted when he committed an obvious murder. 'Dele stabbed the son of a nobody in the night club, right in the presence of several eye witnesses but Gbemisola, against all odds ruled in my favour, though to the disgust of the press. The newspapers for weeks lamented the injustice but the deed is done already. I regret ever making that effort in favour of Bamidele because a day hardly pass without that bastard dragging my name in the mud. I know why Kolawole was unlucky to be given death sentence but one question that remain unanswered is why Bamidele turned out to be almost useless. Maybe I was only living in denial. Still Karma, I guess.
In human life, there are some people we wish we had not met because they do not leave our life peacefully. They live after a battle and such battle mostly end leaving behind indelible perception that might be more potent than they appear. Regret, they say, does not precede an ordeal, it comes last. I wish I didn't allow her to get under my skin that day. If only I wasn' t desperate!
I sincerely wish I never met Lucy in my life. At the beginning, I thought I have her to thank for everything, but now it's so obvious my actions were purely ill-advised. I met Lucy when I was in primary school. We also attended the same secondary school. We were good friends and I developed feelings for her in the process. I never had the gut to
Literature / A Cold Day In Hell ( A Short Story) by sidophilic: 9:10am On Oct 13, 2015
Fellow nairalanders, this is another short story from sidophilic. Just as expected, it is very interesting. it is............... let me leave the rest for you all to decide.
pleaaaaaase, don't just read like you did for 'why not me?' o. please this time comment. yarb me if you have to. *winks*
Thanks
Synopsis: Slow and steady wins the race. The quest for the top made me so careless. I regret every step I took there. Too bad I am a litmus test for the nation's political resurrection. It's apparently not just that, it's karma at it's best.
Literature/Writing Ads / Re: Writers Needed For A Collaborative Project. by sidophilic: 11:36am On Oct 01, 2015
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