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Literature / Re: Random Thoughts Of A Stressed Lagos Lawyer. by uhuru2015: 7:33am On Jun 04, 2017 |
omoerelu1:Lol. to be continued... |
Literature / Re: Random Thoughts Of A Stressed Lagos Lawyer. by uhuru2015: 7:33am On Jun 04, 2017 |
omoerelu1:Lol. to be continued... |
Politics / Re: Random Thoughts Of A Lagos Based Lawyer... by uhuru2015: 6:14pm On Jun 03, 2017 |
BlackDBagba:Lol! Thank you. |
Politics / Random Thoughts Of A Lagos Based Lawyer... by uhuru2015: 5:39pm On Jun 03, 2017 |
So my head has been boiling nonstop for weeks now. The boiling is so intense that you can actually cook a pot of beans with ripe plantain on my head. However, the boiling is not really my problem, my problem is that I can’t feel the enormous heat my head is producing. I mean my head is so hot but when I touch it, it feels so cold like ice. That’s my problem. One, I can’t say what the problem is but I sense I have a problem I can’t deal with. Two, if my neighbour knows the enormous heat my head is producing he won’t bother refilling his gas cylinder. He should just place his pot of beans on my head and go and sleep; I will remove it when it is done. So I am trapped in my misery. I have thought of several things that could be the source of this endless boiling. Honestly, finding the source has become more elusive than the solution. Am I heartbroken? Who or what could possibly break my heart? I thought heartbreak is meant for people that have booboo and bae? So what’s my own, when I am no ‘boo’ and I have no ‘ello bae’. The moment power changed hand; I saw the handwriting on the wall. I fasted and prayed over it and it was revealed to me by my ancestors that I can’t maintain the title of “booboo kiti” in the recession that is coming except I want to go back to the village. I called ello bae and showed the handwriting to her, and told her that I don’t want to be her “booboo kiti” again. My name is Akonauche and I have decided to embrace the full weight of my name; before she could start the sobbing, I was long gone. While in BRT and stuck in traffic recently, I saw her inside Range Rover Evogue, she was scooping ice cream from a big bucket of Coldestone and three decker Domino’s Pizza on her laps. That could have been my hard earned Twenty Thousand Naira she was eating and licking away just like that. The back seat was filled with shopping bags. I quickly thanked my ancestors for saving me timeously. Our eyes met and I quickly removed my eyes and did sign of the cross. Later that night she chatted me up; “I am happy you left” and I replied, “I am most happy I did”. She started ranting; “what’s wrong with you? You are not even remorseful. I am removing all your pictures from my Instagram handle and blocking your sorry ass. You are not man enough”. I replied, “Lol. Who picture epp?” She called immediately but I saw the missed calls when I woke up and a text, “you are hurting me and you don’t even care. You are too selfish”. Having ruled out the possibility of being heartbroken, I thought that workload in the office could be the reason for my boiling head but as the annual vacation for lawyers approaches and workload for lawyers decreases, I realised that the boiling is still intense. I work in the litigation department of a large commercial law firm in the heart of Lagos. Honestly, I must admit that the workloads have been crazy. Sometimes I have to leave office very late and on getting home still stay up late just to meet up with deadlines. Sometimes when I sleep I could see the deadlines sitting on my bed with their jaws rested in their hollow palms or my supervisor’s shrill voice reminding me that failure to meet up with deadlines is an appraisal issue. One morning after working late into the night, I was rudely woken up by my phone around 8:30am and my supervisor was on the other side with his shrill voice, screaming; aren’t you supposed to be in court today and it is already 8:30am and you are not yet in the office? I literally dropped dead. I got hold of myself and told him a big fat lie; sir, I am already in court. What do you mean you are already in court? Are you saying I am blind? Yes sir. That I am blind? No sir. Am I not staring at your wig and gown hanging in your corner? Are you high on a cheap something this morning? Sir, I am already in court. I took only the case file home because I have a spare wig and gown at home. You have two wigs and gowns? I can’t remember what he said next before hanging up. That my heart was racing is an understatement. I had so much adrenaline rush that I wanted to just zoom off like Clark Kent and find myself inside the courtroom. I live in Lagos Mainland and the Court is in the Island. My village people have finally gotten me. They want me to lose my job and come back to the village and start smoking igbo and drinking kai kai. It won’t be long the Igwe will discover that I am a wasting talent and he will decide to empower me with a motorcycle and I will become an okada man with my LL.B and B.L certificates. Then one mgbeke will start rubbing white powder and red lipstick just to seduce me and become my baby mama. God forbid. I quickly opened WhatsApp and posted an SOS message on my University and Law School Group Chats. Luckily, two colleagues are already in the court and before the Judge I am to appear. I quickly asked one of them to hold brief for me and plead with the Judge to stand down my matter as I am stuck in traffic. He did and the Judge graciously stood down my matter. That was how I was able to save myself that day but not without going to court with the case file and spending thousands of Naira in buying new wig and gown. I cursed that day and wanted to tender my resignation letter but the pile of unpaid bills and responsibilities that stare at me every minute of my life made me change my mind. Even as I type this jibber jabber my head is still boiling. It’s even more intense because I know that when I get home, there will be no light and my neighbour’s generator will be on. The noise of his “I pass my neighbour” generator freaks me out. He can leave his generator on from 7:00pm till morning. How he does that I don’t know. Out of anger I feel like blowing whistle on top his head. So that he will explain how he got the money he spends on storing up fuel just to leave his generator on till daybreak. Even when NEPA will be gracious enough to restore power in the middle of the night, his generator will still be on and scattering my head because he is on his bed snoring and I will be awake. I have had cause to go out at night to pull out his plug and very soon I will pour salt inside his fuel tank. I have also thought of Lagos traffic as the cause of my boiling head but it is not the cause. Lagos traffic only increases the boiling. I don’t even want to talk about the traffic thing. I think I should just leave that one aside and serve you a sausage of my Lagos traffic diary in my next random thoughts. For now, let me come and be going to where I can drink cold beer with goat meat pepper soup. Weekends are for fun in Lagos. |
Literature / Re: Random Thoughts Of A Stressed Lagos Lawyer. by uhuru2015: 11:58am On Jun 03, 2017 |
potent5:lol... Thank you. |
Literature / Re: Random Thoughts Of A Stressed Lagos Lawyer. by uhuru2015: 7:43am On Jun 03, 2017 |
Literature / Random Thoughts Of A Stressed Lagos Lawyer. by uhuru2015: 7:42am On Jun 03, 2017 |
So my head has been boiling nonstop for weeks now. The boiling is so intense that you can actually cook a pot of beans with ripe plantain on my head. However, the boiling is not really my problem, my problem is that I can’t feel the enormous heat my head is producing. I mean my head is so hot but when I touch it, it feels so cold like ice. That’s my problem. One, I can’t say what the problem is but I sense I have a problem I can’t deal with. Two, if my neighbour knows the enormous heat my head is producing he won’t bother refilling his gas cylinder. He should just place his pot of beans on my head and go and sleep; I will remove it when it is done. So I am trapped in my misery. I have thought of several things that could be the source of this endless boiling. Honestly, finding the source has become more elusive than the solution. Am I heartbroken? Who or what could possibly break my heart? I thought heartbreak is meant for people that have booboo and bae? So what’s my own, when I am no ‘boo’ and I have no ‘ello bae’. The moment power changed hand; I saw the handwriting on the wall. I fasted and prayed over it and it was revealed to me by my ancestors that I can’t maintain the title of “booboo kiti” in the recession that is coming except I want to go back to the village. I called ello bae and showed the handwriting to her, and told her that I don’t want to be her “booboo kiti” again. My name is Akonauche and I have decided to embrace the full weight of my name; before she could start the sobbing, I was long gone. While in BRT and stuck in traffic recently, I saw her inside Range Rover Evogue, she was scooping ice cream from a big bucket of Coldestone and three decker Domino’s Pizza on her laps. That could have been my hard earned Twenty Thousand Naira she was eating and licking away just like that. The back seat was filled with shopping bags. I quickly thanked my ancestors for saving me timeously. Our eyes met and I quickly removed my eyes and did sign of the cross. Later that night she chatted me up; “I am happy you left” and I replied, “I am most happy I did”. She started ranting; “what’s wrong with you? You are not even remorseful. I am removing all your pictures from my Instagram handle and blocking your sorry ass. You are not man enough”. I replied, “Lol. Who picture epp?” She called immediately but I saw the missed calls when I woke up and a text, “you are hurting me and you don’t even care. You are too selfish”. Having ruled out the possibility of being heartbroken, I thought that workload in the office could be the reason for my boiling head but as the annual vacation for lawyers approaches and workload for lawyers decreases, I realised that the boiling is still intense. I work in the litigation department of a large commercial law firm in the heart of Lagos. Honestly, I must admit that the workloads have been crazy. Sometimes I have to leave office very late and on getting home still stay up late just to meet up with deadlines. Sometimes when I sleep I could see the deadlines sitting on my bed with their jaws rested in their hollow palms or my supervisor’s shrill voice reminding me that failure to meet up with deadlines is an appraisal issue. One morning after working late into the night, I was rudely woken up by my phone around 8:30am and my supervisor was on the other side with his shrill voice, screaming; aren’t you supposed to be in court today and it is already 8:30am and you are not yet in the office? I literally dropped dead. I got hold of myself and told him a big fat lie; sir, I am already in court. What do you mean you are already in court? Are you saying I am blind? Yes sir. That I am blind? No sir. Am I not staring at your wig and gown hanging in your corner? Are you high on a cheap something this morning? Sir, I am already in court. I took only the case file home because I have a spare wig and gown at home. You have two wigs and gowns? I can’t remember what he said next before hanging up. That my heart was racing is an understatement. I had so much adrenaline rush that I wanted to just zoom off like Clark Kent and find myself inside the courtroom. I live in Lagos Mainland and the Court is in the Island. My village people have finally gotten me. They want me to lose my job and come back to the village and start smoking igbo and drinking kai kai. It won’t be long the Igwe will discover that I am a wasting talent and he will decide to empower me with a motorcycle and I will become an okada man with my LL.B and B.L certificates. Then one mgbeke will start rubbing white powder and red lipstick just to seduce me and become my baby mama. God forbid. I quickly opened WhatsApp and posted an SOS message on my University and Law School Group Chats. Luckily, two colleagues are already in the court and before the Judge I am to appear. I quickly asked one of them to hold brief for me and plead with the Judge to stand down my matter as I am stuck in traffic. He did and the Judge graciously stood down my matter. That was how I was able to save myself that day but not without going to court with the case file and spending thousands of Naira in buying new wig and gown. I cursed that day and wanted to tender my resignation letter but the pile of unpaid bills and responsibilities that stare at me every minute of my life made me change my mind. Even as I type this jibber jabber my head is still boiling. It’s even more intense because I know that when I get home, there will be no light and my neighbour’s generator will be on. The noise of his “I pass my neighbour” generator freaks me out. He can leave his generator on from 7:00pm till morning. How he does that I don’t know. Out of anger I feel like blowing whistle on top his head. So that he will explain how he got the money he spends on storing up fuel just to leave his generator on till daybreak. Even when NEPA will be gracious enough to restore power in the middle of the night, his generator will still be on and scattering my head because he is on his bed snoring and I will be awake. I have had cause to go out at night to pull out his plug and very soon I will pour salt inside his fuel tank. I have also thought of Lagos traffic as the cause of my boiling head but it is not the cause. Lagos traffic only increases the boiling. I don’t even want to talk about the traffic thing. I think I should just leave that one aside and serve you a sausage of my Lagos traffic diary in my next random thoughts. For now, let me come and be going to where I can drink cold beer with goat meat pepper soup. Weekends are for fun in Lagos. |
Crime / Re: Man Prefers Prison Than To Refund N6m He Stole by uhuru2015: 6:19am On May 07, 2017 |
thesicilian: You can say that again. |
Crime / Re: Man Prefers Prison Than To Refund N6m He Stole by uhuru2015: 6:01pm On May 06, 2017 |
[quote author=thesicilian post=56258593]Smart. For 18months he won't incure any expenses, the government will house & feed him, and when he's released, his money will still be waiting for him[/ The stolen fund can still be recovered from him after his 18 months jail term. The owner of the diesel can bring a civil action against him for unjust enrichment or on any other ground, depending on the nature of the transaction that brought them together. The State can also appeal against the sentencing to have it varied. The complainant was not properly advised, what he should have done is to maintain a civil action against him whilst the state prosecuted him. The Rule in Smith v Selwyn; to wit, criminal and civil action can't be maintained concurrently, doesn't apply in Lagos. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 9:18am On Nov 13, 2016 |
princessayesha:OK. that's good. congrats dear. remember the reading starts from day one. all the best. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 5:07am On Nov 12, 2016 |
princessayesha:You should be posted by now? |
Politics / Re: No More Environmental Sanitations In Lagos State- Court by uhuru2015: 9:08pm On Nov 08, 2016 |
My thinking is that the judgment is meritorious based on the adduced ratio but the judgment would have been different if there is a legislative instrument backing restriction of movement on sanitation days in Lagos State. Reason been that, s. 41(2) of the 1999 Constitution (as amended) recognises the fact that the right conferred on the citizens vide s. 41(1) of the Constitution can be restricted by a reasonably justifiable law in a democratic society. S. 45(1) of the Constitution equally reiterates that the rights conferred in s. 41, etc., is not absolute. It can be derogated by a reasonably justifiable law in a democratic society. Thus, where there is no express law as in Lagos - Okafor v. Lagos State Govt., then the restriction will be unconstitutional. However, should the case go on appeal a panel of Justices of the Supreme Court might come to a contrary opinion using the Sociological and Natural School of Thought. Which will then be a total departure from the ratio used by the Court of Appeal per Ogakwu JCA. The decision is instructive for both the citizens and their rights, and states that have no law backing their restriction of movement on sanitation days. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 1:54am On Nov 04, 2016 |
ntutu:Lol.. ntutu.. udu.. I know what you can do... onye uwa |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 1:53am On Nov 04, 2016 |
MizFrances:oh that's good. I thought I knew everyone in your class till now. Lol! Congrats once more... 1 Like |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 2:35am On Nov 03, 2016 |
djeezy:I will DM you then. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 2:33am On Nov 03, 2016 |
TheLawTheLegal: TheLawTheLegal:Another Nairaland moniker pierced. Feeling like boss...lol... I hail thee my brother... 1 Like |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 9:42pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 8:33pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
djeezy:Lol!! Are you serious? What happened to my Alma mater then? We registered on the day the portal was opened but we all got randomly posted. When is your call? |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 8:29pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
Talk2Bella:Thanks dear |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 8:01pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
Talk2Bella:Lol.. Okay.. I wish to know your final destination come November 21st Talk2Bella:Lol.. Okay.. I wish to know your final destination come November 21st |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 7:59pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
TheLawTheLegal:Lol!!! Wait a minute, there is only one person that calls me Fr. Abah, in that class and that's Patiyke... Did I just pierce your moniker veil TheLawTheLegal:Lol!!! Wait a minute, there is only one person that calls me Fr. Abah, in that class and that's Patiyke... Did I just pierce your moniker veil |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 7:55pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
Talk2Bella:Lol... You can't be so sure. This posting thing is done randomly I guess. But in any case, visiting Northern Nigeria is an experience every Southern Nigerian should have. Talk2Bella:Lol... You can't be so sure. This posting thing is done randomly I guess. But in any case, visiting Northern Nigeria is an experience every Southern Nigerian should have. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 7:50pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
Excelboi:Lol... Congrats my learned friend. The posting too will be out at the appointed time. 1 Like |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 7:47pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
lanre211:OK. I am the author sir. It was published first on: Sirwellsblog, Ultimatium77blog and thenakedconvos. As the author I reserve the right to publish it on other platforms. 1 Like |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:16pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
Talk2Bella:Yekቀa But you know the earlier the better. where do you have in mind? 1 Like |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:10pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
djeezy:Not any more bros. The thing don CHANGE |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:09pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
MizFrances:lol! Congrats Suቀer Lioness... You read law too? 1 Like |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:07pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
vectoh:Lol! Thanks a lot |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:06pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
OlujobaSamuel:Bribing my way I dab for you bros Thanks still. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:04pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
bitingcool:Lol...Don't mind him, I sent this to him and he was like "was that how you felt" I no blame him |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 4:00pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
praxs:Yes, you are right Yola is awesome save for the weather though. I had a good time and I enjoyed AUN facilities greatly Beautiful school. Thanks sir. I will DM you when next I visit. |
Education / Re: When "Working" Your Posting Goes Wrong: A Nigerian Law Student's Story by uhuru2015: 3:57pm On Nov 02, 2016 |
sinhin:Amen. I am back safely. Thanks man. |
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