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33k For Corpers as Buhari Signs New Wage Bill Into Law
I thought police men were the most mean people in Nigeria until I witnessed the one they call “TASK FORCE”. They move around in trucks, most times with no uniform but casual wears like every other person. I dunno what really is their job description, but on several occasions I’ve seen them destroy traders goods or otherwise forcefully seize them, no matter the amount of begging from the owner of the goods. One an occasion, one of these churlish nitwits overturned the basin of Garri of an old woman in the market. He poured the whole contents of Garri on the ground and threw the empty basin into the nearby gutter (drainage). Even as he grabbed the basin of Garri, she held on to his trousers and was begging him to let her have it back, but as cold hearted as he was, this guy refused; as soon as he threw it away he started walking away, while the other traders scurried off to hide their goods. The old woman threw herself on the ground so hard, rol...
MAY-DAY! MAY-DAY !!! Africa my Africa! Fallen brothers! They sailed, suffered, and endured, Fought for each other, Had each other’s backs! Never was there strife, nor hate, nor scorn! But there came a time in their lives When the sword with which they fought battles, One picked and used on the other! 'We are one'..., thus goes the song! We are brothers, so we thought! Nigerians like thrash are thrown down from cliffs How has the high and mighty fallen! Artists beefing, Naija screaming, Women wailing, Bare breast cursing! My children are there! My brothers hustling, My sisters gasping for breath, Struggling for survival, But these cannibals slaughtering, Police standing-by, grinning end to end; Matchet rising, Blood dripping. Oh my! Oh! My poor Nigerians! Pouring down like raindrops from rooftops! No Mercy! Show them none! Thus they clamor! Forgetting the reverberating effect. Us Fighting us?...
Episode 6... 28th December came the big day, The almighty Calabar carnival itself. A festival of culture, colors and life! In fact Christmas Day in Calabar was not as colorful as the Calabar carnival day itself. Xmas dey trek for where Carnival dey,...It was a blast! Just before it’s 1pm when the major routes will be blocked, Lucy and I left early to get our nails and hair fixed. We meandered our way through to Watts market... Hmmmm, coman see babes, see chicks, slay queens, and hardcore Calabar babes with their hairy yellow skin and 'Yam-Legs'...lol, (abeg na joke o) some don dey there since early mor mor! All queued up in the various saloons, either changing their hairstyles, attaching artificial lashes, carving their brows, fixing nails and others doing “bend-down-select”. We wait wait wait ooooo!... Until it finally got to our turn, after hers was done, Lucy immediately rushed off and left me behind cos she was part of the bands participating in the carni...
Few months ago, the internet was agog with the story of a gala hawker, who shared his gala freely to prisoners inside traffic, in a prison van. The warders never stopped him. He even went an extra mile by running profusely after the van, when the van started moving due to green light, with both of his hands full of gala, forcing the gala through the tiny finger openings, as the prisoners struggled to receive it. Excited motorists interviewed him on the spot, with much smile and happiness he said that he was just in a state of pity on their situation as human beings, gave them almost all the gala he was carrying, because they might be too hungry at that moment. The news went all over the social media. Several TV stations visited the traffic and interviewed him, on his exceptional act. Many Nigerians called on the federal govt for him be given a national merit award. Others physically went and met him in the same traffic, and blessed him buoyantly. Instantly on the next d...
There’s been so much fuss about the “Busola Dakolo’ Rape Saga, & Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo of COZA church. So many comments, criticisms and “StandingWiths” already. Therefore, this post is channeled to another direction, one which perhaps you may not have considered. First of all, lemme take my own 'stand' here… IStandAgainstRape! Now qiuckly, Busola’s rape case is one of the million of rape cases which have happened in Nigeria, but fortunately it happens to be the one that has stood out. Ask me why? Now see, of all the many rape cases, Busola’s voice is being heard because she is ‘Somebody’ and again, married to someone who is already a ‘SOMEBODY’ - Timi Dakolo. (As a matter of fact, I never even knew his wife until this rape outburst). Busola was able to get support and people to vouch for her because she already has a voice and a secured placement in the society. There are so many rape cases which have been long buried...
I’ve just completed my Master’s degree, and out of every ten ‘ congratulations ’ I receive, 99% of them are followed by the question: “So Progress, what’s next ”? And some people even add “Ph.D. right” ? I keep getting tons and tons of this same question from people, which is why I’m writing this. First of all, like this, nobody should mention Ph.D. in my ears o! Please allow my brain to recuperate! π I take God beg una . Lol But on a more serious note, I think that as humans, most times we focus too much on acquiring , hoarding , and taking; both in terms of wealth and knowledge. We aspire to get this and become that, which can be a good thing as well as bad. I read of a Nigerian man who recently acquired his second Ph.D. after having 3 Master's degrees and 3 Bachelors's degrees. And my only question was, what for? We want to acquire all the knowledge and degree, which is not a bad thing, but the question is: ⁉️ When are you going to start applying all the ...
I eventually saw the end of this book as I promised. Yaaaay! It may not seem like an achievement to others but I count it as such because for the past few years I’ve not been able to bring myself to complete reading a book. As a matter of truth, I still have Chimamanda’s ‘ Half of a Yellow Sun ’ on my bookshelf, waiting to be completed. It was one of the gifts I received on my 21st birthday, and I found it quite captivating at the beginning when I started reading. But once I got to the chapter where it spoke more about the Biafra war and politics, I saw my interest dwindling. Not a fan of politics at all. But now, I think I need to return to that book, maybe not just to continue from the page I left off, but to start all over again. So, on my way to Scotland, I ran into a duty-free shop at the airport and saw some really good books that got me salivating, and I got this Harvard Business Review series on Emotional Intelligence focusing on Confidence. Not confidence as you know it,...
Organizations should help us stop lying about this. As for me, I can’t work so well under pressure. First of all, why do you want to even put me under pressure? Don’t you know it’ll affect my mental well-being? Come to think of it, a well-organized organization will plan ahead of time, inform their employees, and take the necessary precautions ahead of time. Why are you making it look like an employee is inefficient or incapable if they’re unable to work under pressure? What's the idea behind being able to work under pressure sef? Pressure puts people under tension and anxiety, especially me! π You need to see me when I’m running late for mass, about to miss a train, or late for an appointment; I speak to objects as though they had ears, everything on my way must give way, otherwise, ' wahala ' for them. I’d be speaking to myself, vex anyhow, rush, and just go Gaga! π I remember when I was about to miss a deadline for submitting a project, ...
#ONE_BIG_FAMILY It’s been over two months since their story shook the internet. A family of five that was known for their bizarre lifestyle and affliction. Ben, his wife and three kids for over seven years roamed the hinterlands of Bekwarra-Ogoja, Cross River State in search of nothing in particular. Adorned in their customary rags and spotting dreadlocks, which is typical of insane people in Nigeria, they found a home sleeping in open fields and in the cold. Two months after
“I live all alone in a two bedroom apartment so instead of paying a hotel, you can simply pass the night at my place”. So he said. Nice guy. But when I got there the story Kon change! Me: Shey you have two rooms, oya lemme go to the other room, responded with a lame excuse and said the room was packed full with stuff and there’s so much dust in there blah blah blah...hence it’ll be better I stayed in the same room with him. Hmmm π€¦πΌ♀️ Where’s this going? I said to myself. Issokae we go see the end. Like brisket bone my body broke from the long journey and needed a refreshing bath to relax so I told him I wanna shower. I thought I was hearing with the wrong ear when he responded -Let’s bath together na! Shuuuuuu! Be like say I nor hear am well, so I asked again “huh what did you say “? And with an inviting smile he repeated -We could have a warm bath together -Me: Shuuuuuu! Since when this one start? Make quarrel for nor dey, I played ...
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