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Events / Whacth Your Weed by waleoyedeji60(m): 10:22am On Jan 04, 2016
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BY OYEDEJI LUQMAN ADEWALE
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When you smoke Ijebu weed, chances are you can walk barefootedly from Lagos to Asaba though depending on the quantity you 'drink', you can definitely walk more when the cantankerous element succeeded invading your innocent brain. But never dare defy the warnings of the superior smokers who say: never move close to 'Igbo' Osogbo if you are not ready to misbehave publicly. Honestly, the words of elders are forever golden. They are golden because a governor has already smoked from it and you can bear me witness what the state he governs looks like today in South West. Olamide has just taken merely a sip of it and see what he did at Headies recently. "He must be stupid, he must be mad, he must be this, he must be that." Such and many more are the tantrums thrown at the ever relentless hip-hop star after the saga at the just concluded Headies.

But wait, before casting aspersions on the young man who has never had any scandal in his career and before you start apportioning blame to a man clean of sexual and baby mama scandal like others of his cartel, don't you think you need to engage in a deep thinking process? Since the start of Olamide's career, he stands out among his contemporaries by avoiding any damn thing capable of dragging his name to the mud either deliberately or otherwise. Correct me if I'm wrong, Olamide has positively affected the Nigerian Music Industry than any one in the country lately.

His philosophy about life is that which is emulateable! As he is growing, he also strives to help people grow, he obviously believes in social emancipation. Show me anyeone who has done this in the Industry recently, even before, and I will join you to blame Baba Biliano. Not less than 100 guys and still counting featured him in 2015 just to ensure they are also heard because where ever Badoo features, people want to hear his input. And I promise you, this dude has never fallen my hand in all.

All this workaholic lifestyles regardless, Olamide still manages to groom proteges whom he surely is helping through cash and kind. As if he is the Messi of Nigerian Music Industry, he still produces his fifth album in his fifth year in the industry comprising of 21 tracks without a single collabo despite his tight schedule in the year 2015. Honestly, this is outstandingly stunning and incredibly amazing. Bravo to you bro.

On the other hand, Don Jazzy, who is a good replica of capitalism in the Industry, goofed as far as I am concerned in the Headies award night just concluded. Those whose permkernels are broken for them by benevolent spirit should not forget to be humble. If he is not devious and unnecessarily sarcastic, I think he has spent more years in the Industry to warrant calling Olamide "egbon", forming humble when the intent is bad! Confirming his diabolical nature is his lukewarm attitude to whoever he comes in contact with. He is not a singer yet keeps living fat on the hardwork of the monetarily deficient workaholics. His prey-hunting urge has no equal. From Dbanj to Wande Coal, and from Wande Coal to whoever is next, he keeps using them for the actualisation of his selfish goals.

It seems to me that Olamide is a good student of pragmatics. His statement uttered that day is capable of various interpretations some of which are one: that Headies is no longer objective in their award-giving ceremony as their judgement about who goes home with what is decidedly compromised and two: that Don Jazzy crew is unjustly favoured at the expense of the deserving hard workers. Yes, it is necessary for Don Jazzy the CEO of Mavins to react when particularly he is too shortsighted to read only the second meaning above to Olamide's utterance, and the best form of response he should have given is silence! But he would not keep quiet because of his ego or because his conscience beats faster the moment he heard the young man pour his mind thus unavoidably affirming Olamide's suspicion.

Anyway, there is this popular adage that "old women are always uneasy when dry bone is mentioned in a proverb." The last straw that broke the camel's back is Don Jazzy's flagrant exhibition of arrogance and pride when he says "Egbon Olamide, if it is the car key you want, come and take it." Honestly, that's unbecoming of a man who has spent years in the Industry. Why wouldn't Olamide then rant on social media afterwards, does he have any moral reason to remain mute after this public lash? K'ama ri ni Poolu wi.

Hardwork is the only bride price to pay in other to achieve success and if diligently paid, successful height is sure not uncertain! YBNL Nation paid this excessively last year and they deserve the crown. But because Mtn is a big sponsor of the Headies and Mavins crew is their ambassador, the politics is that they would rather put the crown on Mavins than YBNL who is an ambassador to Etisalat. If my conclusion is wrong, why would Oritse Femi's Igbeyawo and Double Wahala not be recognized, why would Patoranking's My Woman not feature on the list, why is Kiss Daniel's Woju or Laye, Harrison's Reggae Blues not given attention in the award distribution.

Ask yourself, why are hip-hop stars supporting Olamide despite his rant, why is Banga Lee keeping quiet even after the boiling of Eyan Mayweather. Before you open that your buccal cavity to criticize Olamide again, go shut down Malay, shut down Yankee, shut down London, shut down everywhere, Before you go de hola on top Badoo. E maa lo waa ooo...

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Politics / Bicameral Legisla - Chop by waleoyedeji60(m): 10:31am On Dec 15, 2015
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BY OYEDEJI LUQMAN ADEWALE
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Mr Kolawole was used to be a village teacher given mearge payment of 65 thousand Naira on a monthly basis, a salary that could barely rescue his lovely family from the daring claws of hunger, not to talk of doing other things. Teachers' benefits come alive in heaven is the major societal axiom popular in the community of teachers to console their pathetic adventure in the wilderness of teaching. Monkey de work, Baboon de chop scenario.

It is not that Mr Kolawole never dreamt of erecting money-consuming and efforts-accumulating mansions to prove to the world of his own existence but the infinitesimal allowance has exchanged this glamorous dream for an enforced contentment and lingering repression thereby throwing him to the darkest corner of the world.

He now kowtow to the government's wish showing mendacious obedience to a known enemy --- government. He worked for ten years and all he could afford was a single room and parlour for his beautiful family of 6. Gentlemen and ladies, Mr Kolawole was only successful at being a failure in the society's definition of success.

Behold countrymen, this man is now a member of the National House of Assembly and his third five-star hotel was just commissioned this last Tuesday in that awesome occasion where poverty itself assumed a rearview position to observe things because of the fear to stare at the honourables in the house. Mr Kolawole, after some months in the House, is now super rich in my modest conclusion.

Mr Aribisala was known to be a quack optamologist who nearly was a graduate in the odd company of stark withdrawals in the university. The continuous skipping of meals caused by unavailability or inadequacy of foodstuffs has sifted the necessary ingredients responsible for human growth in his body, thus shrunk his gloomy stature. He could be perfectly compared to a prayer warrior undergoing lengthy fast called biribiri.

Sirs and Mas, Mr Aribi, for short, was notably emaciated not only in memory but also his body size. The poor man could faintly afford an already-used 504 because of his financial kwashiokor, he nearly drew a when-one-finishes-one-begins time table for his three children's university education. The man's stature was basically enough to point accusing fingers to Orunmila alleging disequilibrium in sharing wealth, a source of comfort. His wife almost impounded by a financially better fit man than him but for Baba Loke's intervention.

My people, Mr Aribisala is now a member of the Senate and just last month, he reawakened the Methuselaic death of his mother's wake keep with opulent display of material possessions in a manner that shows blunt extravagance, the helpless man was giving what he called "child food" (Ounje omo) to a dead mother in a posthumous merrymaking.

This, he did from collective treasury, public property. This is provocative and worrisome!! This stupid man is now also a Muhammad Ali, and others alike, of the NASS, throwing heavy blow at any obstacle that purposes to check his looting urge. Gluttons!!!

Although we all know Mrs Bokobay'ada to be a popular termagant of unequal belegerence, she was a famous political juggernaut, mama ita of unrivalled shenanigan, whose notable performance in editing election results scares even Card Readers itself. She has now been catapulted into the House of Assembly to equally make laws as a token of generosity to her in honouring her termagancy. Her actions on the national television recently did not come as a surprise to many who are familiar with her routine of one-blow-seven-die to settle anything beyond her words' bank or pea brain. What a pity!!!!

Be told that it is no more "show me your friends and I will tell you who you are" as a scripture proclaims, no blasphemy intended, it is now "show me your friends and I will tell you where you are going". Fellas, where are we going with this choice of kleptomaniac representatives whose urge to sink the CHANGE boat that the plebeians strive to build is second to none on the poor altar of selfish interest and personal aggrandizement?

Ladies and Gentlemen, these political Mayweathers are all now in the NASS "elected" to champion the interest of the voiceless crowd, the hapless masses. But in pure disregard for our efforts and energy expended at the polls where we endured long queues to make our votes count, they have been exchanging blows like exchanging sanitary pads, throwing heavy weights at the distribution of wardrobe allowance as if fighting for youth empowerment and coveting the positions of authority as if four years is one millennium.

If the tragedy of operating that expensive system of bicameral legislature in the country where 90% of the population lives below a SINGLE dollar per day is not pathetic enough, will voting mentally demented fellows into the corridors of power to represent, govern, chairman and coordinate not crash our chances of progressing as a nation? Will it not crumble our forefathers' efforts of ONE Nigeria when the milk of our treasury is sucked dry? Will it not elongate our stay in the infernal circle of stagnancy when chauvinism is the order of the day? And finally, will it not spell doom for our unborn innocent children when no notable sacrifice is made to buy them glittering future?

Ingrates who rode to power by banking on PMB's popularity, ordinary men who quickly forgot their background in poverty arena, power drunks who begged for an average man's mandate are now intoxicated for zipping half bottle of power toxic in just months of ascending 'dinner' table of national 'super'. The last time I checked the meaning of spasmodic dementia from encyclopaedia dictionary of English, what they demonstrated in NASS recently is a perfect correlation...
NYSC / Nysc And Nation Building: A Pure Antithesis by waleoyedeji60(m): 10:21am On Dec 15, 2015
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BY OYEDEJI LUQMAN ADEWALE
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Let me start first by acknowledging the visionary clairvoyance of Major GeneraI Ibraheem Babangida for the enthronement of a program which, to him, would serve as an umbilical cord unifying the seemingly discordant heterogeneous society called Nigeria. Honestly, your projection into the then Nigeria future which we have today deserves infinite accolade among citizens of genuine patriotism. But alas like a drowning ship betraying all the efforts of a competent captain, the true intentions you had in building a forum of this nature has been betrayed by shenanigans, carpetbaggers whose love to the country is like the proverbial love we have for chicken! Obviously, not a genuine one!

For every mind that cares to know, the contemporary bane of unemployment so popular in the nation today is one of the unfruitful products of National Youth Service Corps. In every policy formulated by the govt., daunting efforts are made concurrently by people with chauvinistic traits to thwart the progressive investment for their own constipated belly. An average Nigerian is today corrupt including but not limited to the current critic, a product of wrong orientation transmitted into us by the almost-gone generation. This, no doubt, is eating us deep and unavoidably depriving us from having a national consciousness. How can we have one for Goodness' sake!

First of all, the teaching profession is rubbed of its strictest essentials of professionalism. At NYSC, every Dick and Harry is made to teach compulsorily even when the art of teaching to them is like asking fish to live on the mother earth, a daunting temptation. This certainly is generating sharp feelings of pain in the stomach of every progressives. Zoologists who were trained to deal with animals are enforced to teach promising leaders of tomorrow, someone that graduated as an expert in dealing with log of woods in the forest is now posted to teach Nigerian children in our various schools. How on earth can an animal expert affect the lives of helpless but promising students positively? Someone should explain to me how a B.Sc in forestry will groom toddlers to an international taste.

When a popular Nigerian artist said "there's fire on the mountain", people paid a deaf attention and kept slumbering under the already leaking roof. Little wonder then that we now have adults who would sag their pants across all streets, argue blindly in educative debate, support treacherous politicians for peanuts and engage in dastardly heinous crimes simply because they were taught by zoologists, groomed by "charge and bail" teachers and tutored by artificial instructors. Nigerians should ask themselves this rhetorical question: if perhaps there is shortage of medical doctors in a hospital where patients are dying and need urgent medical attention, would they bring in an Elect-Elect graduates to take charge of operations in the theatre simply because he can identify injection box?

I know my voice could be so low to attract public attention but when we all chorus it to the ears of these opportunists in the ring of power, maybe our education sector would midwife an outstanding and positive re-direction.

Based on some random demographic sampling done in certain communities in the remote villages in Nigeria, gathered facts reveal that the secondary schools we have are regrettably short of needed manpower. This either affirms the school administrators' engagement in 'ghost work' syndrome thus consuming the tax payers money injudiciously or validates the deliberate and outright negligence of the federal government who is failing to provide the necessary and sufficient human labour that will aid standard teaching in our schools.

Not more than 10 teachers are found in each school where more than 25 subjects and counting are to be taught at this level of educational hierarchy. It is sardonic because the administrators depend on the strength of NYSC who, they believe, would supply them with energetic youth that will be used and eventually dumped to suffer in the devouring wilderness of unemployment after the compulsory one year service. Isn't this a scam of unimaginable proportions to our educational system!

Not to be left behind is the inhumane extortion done on behalf of every innocent "Kopa". From a very reliable source, we gathered that #75, 000 is spent on kits for each corps member and #500 is calculated on each meal consumed while on camp. Honestly, the two thieves hanged by the side of Jesus committed less crimes than these daylight rubbers stealing unrepentantly from the already emaciated purse of federal treasury under the guise of NYSC. These people deserve lynching!!!

You introduced SAED just to extort us for post camp training, you superimposed individual skills acquisition training on us even against our will: something we should have done after our secondary school education.

Educationists who are part of education policy formulation are worst than Boko Haram for they are ignorantly detonating bombs of inevitable retrogression into the future of us and unborn generations. Not until when graduates of zoology stop working in Banks, until when electrical engineers stop working in the ministry of agriculture and not until when dentists stop working as NEPA officials, Nigeria's all round development cannot but be put on hold to witness speedy overtaking by smaller countries.
Politics / Re: ...before My Death Day by waleoyedeji60(m): 10:15am On Dec 15, 2015
Does it really look like a poem bearing in mind the characteristics of a good poem? The write-up is meant to incur deep thinking on the part of the reader for sober reflection and to inculcate in the audience the habit of individual contributions for the uplift of our fatherland.
Politics / Re: My Generation My Generation, Need We Slumber? by waleoyedeji60(m): 9:56am On Dec 15, 2015
Yea, we need revolution, but the nature of revolution we are embarking on should be all-inclusive. By this I mean that, the elimination of these political carpetbaggers should be extended to their wards who have benefited from this unholy aggrandizement of public fund and are still living on it. My reason is because they may still galvanize supports when the chance for representation appears using their ill gotten wealth.
Literature / The Kilimanjaro by waleoyedeji60(m): 7:26am On Dec 15, 2015
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BY OYEDEJI LUQMAN ADEWALE
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Ever since I pledged my emotional sincerity to a single damsel, I had forever been disenjoying the velocity of rapturous buttocks until I decided to look out of my window recently. Fellas, I was enraptured by one Himalaya this lately. What weapons captured in this bootillicious arena, my curiosity has been so impatient to unravel.

Honestly, the tensions in my body systems when I saw this mountain of fire could best be compared to that of Jonathan's when the Kano presidential election results were about to be announced, panting uncontrollably to hear the result aired.

It is understandable if God is partial in building some hills as gigantic as this, but what left me perpetually discombobulated is the onionated style this thing is wielded with. Call it a duvet, you are kuku not wrong, the size of this backyard will render even a known lexicographer linguistically impotent.

As a curious student ready to spread the tentacles of my experience, all other factors I always look for in a 'book' before 'reading' escaped through the porous window of my helpless mind. What a pity! Candidly, only the sideview of it is solely enough to sparkle one's unquenchable curiosity.

As the owner of this factory advanced with a beautiful catwalk from observable distance, looking for whatever cab available to journey along God-knows destination, my mouth burst into the rendition of a powerful prayer point saying " Baba God, I need you to disallow that taxi from carrying my potential prey ". God could be funny though, how could He not have answered a prayer of this importance at this very time. Even if He decides to punish my intentional negligence of weekly contributions we call tithes, shouldn't He have done that in some other occasions!!!

Back to business anyway, all odds regardless, I still remained stubborn looking for every presentable opportunity to gratify my urge. My efforts to distract the driver from carrying my 'customer' went pitifully abortive as the lady entered into the ark with no feeling of worry. How would she not anyway, she is kuku unaware of the mind-boggling emotional chaos she has ignited in the psyche of every man of my nature around just for her heavy duty.

After a deep sigh of regret, I asked myself: will any enemy of good things inhibit me from getting to this cannan? I muttered silently. At this time, only a very good student of Biology can explain why a part of my system was vehement in responding to that self-generated question of mine saying: No! What God has planned to join together, let no driver put asunder!

Seeing this magnificent pussy driven off by this loathing driver, I decided to make an unprepared trip to wherever destination she was headed to, after all, I could not attend to any other thing at the detriment of this Kilimanjaro, not even at this time when all the cells in my body have been numbed by this awesome scenario. Pronounce me lustful, I would not disagree, but be informed that the phenomenon called love is birthed by lust and obsession for you lust after him/her and become obsessed before you eventually say : I love you. No love is natural my brother.

My problem was compounded when I noticed the sluggishness of my driver whose urge to fill his rickety cab was second to none. Seriously, I became embattled. It took my co-passengers little or no effort to note that all was not well with me, not when you see the irregular rhythm my heart generated. 90 beats per minute. Moti fee ku.

Honestly, only the lady sitting beside me at the back of the cab, whose buttocks were made of lower quantity than my target, will understand what it means to be unsuccessful after too much of efforts is exerted on a thing. All her efforts to seduce my attention were stagnatingly abortive and it is normal for anyone to guess the reason why: I've got bigger prey to catch! Buddies, I payed deaf attention to this helpless lady, wherever you are today, pls forgive my emotional impudence.

Lo and behold, my ever-functioning eyes caught the sight of this original belle who has alighted from the cab. How unfortunate I was. My hasteful decision to alight abruptly made the day an unforgettable experience in my life. The last #500 note with me was given out to the driver absentmindedly thinking it was #50, the driver zoomed off to teach me the lesson of my life. I didn't take note until I took three steps forward in the direction of this girl.

What a mixture of sorrowful enjoyment. I couldn't but wear laughter to bury my inner displeasure. But my mind kept telling me : Wale, you don enter last chance today. As I approached futher, apparently to move closer and take a better view, the frontal size of this baby which is a perfect description of that biblical cup overflown with "blessings", my system entered hibernation. Oh my God, the view filtered away all sense available in the walyntinho you know. Don't blame me, I am a spoiled brat you know.

2 be continued...

Watch out for episode TWO.
Politics / ...before My Death Day by waleoyedeji60(m): 7:13am On Dec 15, 2015
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BY OYEDEJI LUQMAN ADEWALE
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Oh Lord, not of Nazareth but the wide world, You are the only One the guys in Oshodi call BABA AGBA, using the best lexicon they think will carry their meaning of magnitude, You are still the One my neighbor from Onitsha would profoundly refer to as Chineke probably because You reside in the highest chamber of unimaginable altitude. It is somewhat funny how You have so many admirable names that the Abokis even refer to You as Allah unlike what my cultural relatives call You: Eledumare. Anyway, your perpetually loyal and humble servant has come today to make some wishes to which he believes are ordained by Your Majesty even before the request.

I have come to ask that You make me one of the significant instruments of our continental change who will see to Africa's emancipation from neocolonialism -- a hindrance to our collective glory. My people are still victims of blindfold occasioned by the West's dominance in every fora: politics, economy, education, technology, and others from which we hitherto unbearably shape our lifestyles.

Despite Donald Trump's flagrant flamboyance and registered hatred for us (Africans), we still could not see that the only reason they like us is because we are gullible. Gullible enough to believe in their religions without questionning while Jesus did not come from Africa and Mohammed our region, when in deceit, only 'Devil' has Africa's origin because he's black. We are gullible to believe that shelters made here are inferior to theirs and that our way of life is outright shallowness.

We are inconsolably gullible to believe that operating single currency reform in Africa is 'never' a symbol of unity as if Europe does not have one. Gullible indeed, at least to believe that HIV/AIDS in conjunction with Ebola (EVD) is real forgetting that the white man conjured that up in his laboratory and runs the test on us so that when we 'turn' to him for help, he makes more money and gains our loyalty the more! Lord, pls empower me and progressives alike abundantly to uncover this generational veil from the eyes of our dear Africans maybe we would then work together to claim our deserved position in the community of continents BEFORE MY DEATH DAY.

Eledumare, I know it's Your doing that our clueless but ambitious Jonathan did not see the light of power back to Aso Rock in the previous election just so You can fish out Nigerian treasury looters like Dansuki, Bafawara, Dokpesi among other political carpetbaggers who have risked the lives of our precious soldiers in the battlefront with Boko Haram, a crime equal to manslaughter/genocide or on the other hand run heinous and imbecilic journalism to feed 'our' gullible minds with historical nonsense just to fill their personal purse.

Baba, these gluttons have practically brought this Nation to ruin. Make them and their unrepentant accomplices enjoy a paralytic health while this Country moves to the heights they never imagined possible so that they can bite their fingers in pathetic regret of had-I-know. This I want done BEFORE MY DEATH DAY.

Although some people believe it is elusive, but my confidence in You continually makes me believe that You can restore sanity to our Nation, where merit enjoys national patronage, where commitment to duty becomes every public and civil servant's priority (as opposed to when a secretary would ask for token before s/he performs their civic duty), where our rights would be purely treated as rights and not privileges and lastly where sectionalism would never have course to raise its ugly head against national consciousness. Chineke mee, pls surprise every doubting Thomas and make all these happen BEFORE MY DEATH DAY.

And lastly, humans get easily intoxicated with little sip of power. Reuben Abati was once a social crusader before he was bought by mindlessly gullible Otueke man, Dansuki was once in the military with a sworn oath to protect Nigerians and its belongings, General IBB would once have the interest of the masses at heart, Akintola was once a good leader of his people, the list interminable however. But alas! They all betrayed their intentions for their ambitions while in the corridor of power. Although all these unscrupulous entities still have the financial capital to raise their ugly heads in our society but I bet you, Raymond Dokpesi and children will suffer general neglect soon because of their social insolvency courtesy of the father's avarice.

Therefore Eledumare, if I found myself in any position of power tomorrow, never let me lose focus so that I would not bastardise the name OYEDEJI for my unborn children to make meaning of it.
Politics / My Generation My Generation, Need We Slumber? by waleoyedeji60(m): 7:03am On Dec 15, 2015
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BY OYEDEJI LUQMAN ADEWALE
Aka walyntinho

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Unless we are blinded by the cobweb of ignorance, only then can we be pleased with the current level of development in our fatherland. Unless we have stupidly consumed the fruit of complacence in large quantity, only then can we be contented with the level of our national progress. THEY have been extremely successful in not cresting the concept of Nigerianism into us right from our tenderness largely because of their egocentrism.

Yet we remain Nigerians. We are Nigerians trained by Nigerian teachers (unless your parents could afford better), fed from Nigerian farm produce, nurtured by Nigerian parents and groomed in Nigerian way. Honestly, it will amount, on our own part, to a high level of civil brigandage if our zeal and quest to lift the Nation high falters away on the altar of any of self aggrandizement, ethnocentrism, outright insouciance and male-chauvinism.

We have all been sucking from the breast of Nigeria yet, little or no effort is made to replenish the seemingly drying ocean of milk we all survived on. We are always quick to apportion blame, to point fingers but our input to the growth of the society remain infinitesimal. Agreed that people with dwarfic sight have bastardised every working system in our gracious country but that will never be enough a reason to resign to fate, self resignation is graver than suicide bombing.

If you are a graduate of Economics and you have never in your own capacity addressed a large group of audience or whatever, on the need for redecimalisation of our currency in a bid to redeem our economic image globally, then your have displayed a highest level of ingratitude to the hard labour of your relentless teachers who strived hard to add value to you. If you are a graduate of Biology and you never deemed it fit to educate the general public on the need to embark on compulsory family planning by every Nigerian home to reduce the teaming population defying available resources, then the efforts of your tutors are nothing but an outright wasted adventure. What a sorry case!

You have made your instructors to labour in vain if you are a graduate of Law and you always remain indifferent whenever the right of an average Nigerian is trampled upon. It is, of course, a disservice to the profession of Agriculture if you are a graduate and doesn't feel the urge to feed us the need for diversification of our economy by advocating for the strengthening of Agriculturists.

Because some set of opportunists have almost misdirected our ship of development, our collective dream of totall progress seemed shattered and we become directionless. But we must wake from it, we must stand firmly undaunted and reshape our future to the envy of the global community. Proper orientation precedes every revolution. Stand up today and champion the course of generational emancipation, if not for anything but because posterity is NOT a careless observer!

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