Tuesday 27 January 2015

SOMETIMES THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED YOU TO FIGHT FOR US…AND IT’S ALL GOOD!

So I’m talking with a friend. And I introduce a little native language in it. She gets the message, but I tease her about it. I tell her children of nowadays have problems with native language. She disses me. Lol. I was asking for it. But then it reminded me of something.

Why do some people take a crowd trend personal? They flare up when a group is insulted, but actually have no solution to the real problem.

Let me share some examples.

A popular American novelist writes a book. In it, he calls Nigerians fraudsters. The book is a bestseller.

A French journalist shoots a documentary on Lagos. He highlights the dirty slums, canals, cattle markets and other typical features like black-outs, traffic jams and associated theft etc. The video is an instant hit. French journalist gets a Pulitzer.

A successful international Ghanaian footballer, originally from Nigeria, denounces his Nigerian roots on the stage of the European Footballer of The Year awards. Nigeria gave him nothing, he claims. “I had to run to Ghana to survive…”

Another Hollywood celebrity names Africa as a country. She says she has numerous charity works in countries like “India, Afghanistan, The Philippines and Africa”. Sigh.

And then a Lagos Lawyer publishes a reaction condemning the documentary, blasting it entirely and alleging a racial propaganda.

Another Nigerian Professor blasts the American author. There are also fraudsters in the U.S after all, he points out.

Of course a sports pundit wages a media war against the footballer, calling him an ingrate, treason this and that, bla bla bla.

Of course, religion is an outstanding example!!! Because I don’t want to have a bull’s-eye on my back, I won’t talk too much about it. But you pretty much know the story; the attacks in Paris, insurgency in Iraq, Syria, Nigeria, etc.

My question is this: Why do some people take a crowd trend personal?

I know we all have a calling to be responsible and all…but sometimes it’s really none of your business!

Was the documentary not shot in Lagos? Are there no fraudsters in Nigeria? Switching nationalities is legal isn’t it? Then why do we waste so much time fighting battles above us? Why do we overlook the real task and chase shadows with big grammar, well packaged law suits and misdirected violence?

If ‘they’ said “Nigerians are fraudsters” and you are that educated, can you not see that it is a figure of speech being used to make the phrase have depth? Are you alone all of “Nigerians”? And then because you (Nigerians) are not a fraudster you feel the need to speak for yourself (Nigerians)?

Cool. But maybe not so cool.

I am not saying there is nothing wrong in labeling a Country fraudulent, there definitely is insult in that. But crying over spilled milk never put the milk back in the jar. Many on-going crises are as a result of escalated blames and finger-pointing gone into the eye! And the world is not getting any better for it.

What am I saying?

I don’t need anybody to hack down cartoonists for insulting my (our) Prophet. I need people to use that religious zeal to make the world a better place.

I don’t need anybody to lash back at the West for calling me, a Nigerian, and you (who decided to take the hit for us all, thanks), a third world country citizen. I need you to use that knowledge of our strengths and all the reasons we are not underdeveloped to motivate young people into living positively.

I don’t need you to analyze why the greatest African footballer had to leave Nigeria. I need you to make one of us the greatest again.

I don’t need arguments about who is right and who is wrong. I need action, in whatever little way possible, to move things forward.

Even if you can’t change the world and all you do is handle your own self (don’t go crazy, don’t steal or cheat, don’t kill, etc.) then that’s fantastic.

Don’t fight the battle for us all. Fight for yourself and we’d all be sorted out somehow…if everyone did.

May Allah grant you the wisdom to discern when you need to keep quiet!



 **Do not use this article as an excuse to not go to work nor fulfill your civil obligations (e.g Nigerian Police, FRSC officers, etc). There are times you need to speak/act up. And do not say I said you shouldn't.

Wednesday 21 January 2015

No Trade, No Barter

"Golly, our Muna is dead o!" Tonye said.

"Yea, he's dead. I used to have a crush on him o, those days, you know?! Nawa for this life."

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It doesn't matter whether my teacher never believed in me, or whether I'm married or single.
It doesn't matter if I loved you and if you loved back
It doesn't  matter if I believe the Pope or the benevolence behind the oil price reduction
It doesn't matter if I earned a million or hustled the streets of Lagos till my last breath.

It matters what I did for those who in return could do nothing for me,
It matters whom and what I lived and died for,
It matters what made me wake and want to stay awake,
It matters what made me die and wish to never return

The hours we have, we give for happiness or fame or money
The money we get, we give for health, memories or possessions
The possessions we get, we protect with our blood, life and money
Whatever life gives, it takes. No trade, no barter.


Monday 12 January 2015

I'm For Mr President







Neither pro GEJ nor Buhari. Not interested in their grandiose promises which characterize the metaphorical white elephant neither am I interested in knowing who you are going to vote for.

I am for Mr President. I am for Nigeria. I'm for those whose voices we can't hear. Those who have died unjustly because of very selfish political interests. I'm for the poor who can't access medical services at the shut down general hospitals, I'm for the fresh fish seller in port harcourt who had to change trade due to oil spillage, I'm for the graduate with good grades who can't secure gainful employment, I'm for the northern resident who can't sleep in peace for the fear of boko haram, I'm for the 2000 massacred in Baga, I'm for change.

I do not know who will cause this change we all seek, all I know is that if we truly want a changed country, we must support those in power. If we can power our generators then maybe we can create jobs, maybe we can sponsor a child through school, maybe we can spread the news about knowledge being power and the way out of poverty. 

I'm not pro GEJ, I'm not pro Buhari. I don't believe anyone can eradicate poverty or change the mindset of a people through good governance. The liberation of any people starts with the liberation of their minds.

I will neither vote for a pastor nor a Muslim. I will neither vote for a minority group nor for sentiments. I will vote for the best man for the job after reading their manifestos, that is.

I hope the best man wins but I also know that whether or not you concur, my future lies in my hands.

All the best, Mr President.

Friday 9 January 2015

Oga Police, Sisi Nurse



Tunji was celebrating his latest "maga" and we were off to the night club. The club boys in school had publicized the party in all the major halls in school. So much that, anyone who did not plan to attend was said to be dulling.

The party was fun! Moët, Ace of Spades and other expensive drinks were served. I just sat there, watching  and sipping my Smirnoff Ice as people were displaying in their drunken state.

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*4:07 am, Bode Thomas, Surulere*

"Tj, I can drive us home. You look pretty wasted! I just finished my driving lessons. E jo, e fun mi ni key!" I said 

"Babes don't.... worry, I'm cool. I'd take you to the hostel safely.......ok ?!"

Tunji sped off like it was no man's business. I was uneasy more because Tj didn't like being told what to do.

Two minutes later, we saw a check point. 

"Chairman, how fa? Anything for the boys?" said Oga Police

"Oga fimile jo! Naso una go dey beg up and down!" Tj replied

"What did you just say? Oya come down! You look drunk and you were even over speeding. You will know something today! If na ashawo, you go pay, common police wey dey protect una, una no wan settle. Bole jo!"

Just as the police man was trying to call his colleagues, Tunji tried to divert and speed off when we heard a gun shot. 

The police man had shot Tunji. The police man was drunk. 

"Tunji!!!!!!!!" I screamed. 

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I called some other guys from the party as the policemen ran away when they saw what had happened. 

We rushed him to LUTH. To the accident and emergency section. At least, that was what the notice board indicated.

"Excuse me nurse, my friend is dying! He just got shot. He's dying, he needs blood! He was just shot by a drunk policeman." I narrated, rushing my words so fast that I wasn't sure if she heard all I had said.

"Ahhh, we need police report o! And even if we decide to treat him, I mean, to stabilize him, you still have to go to UBA to get receipt before we start anything!" said Sisi Nurse.

I called a doctor's attention. He said I should do all the nurse had said so they can start work immediately. He was busy, the hospital was understaffed, he looked tired. Tunji looked dead.

Whilst holding on to Tunji's head, calling his name, screaming for help, a patients relative came to complain about the dead body that had been by her sister all day, that she needed them to come remove it.

The doctor played deaf. The second nurse hissed and started shouting at a sickle cell patient who was in pains.

"Excuse me, do I look like a mortuary attendant to you? Please don't disturb me o! Young girl," she said as she turned towards us, "please move the body out of the way and stop shouting. You know this is not a club house, it's a hospital and you aren't the only patient here!"

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Dear President, please remember that after the game, the King and the pawn return to the same box.



Wednesday 7 January 2015

If You See It, Will You Know It?

"Let's make this discreet babe!" Lanre said.

If he had looked into her eyes, maybe he would have seen that she loved him and wanted him to commit. Much more than he would ever imagine.

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The nights were fun. His whatsapp pings came in on time and made her smile. He won't add her on bbm he said, to relieve her of the torture of seeing Ronke as his display pictures, the one he would soon crown "iyawo".

She would remain in the shadows. She would delude herself, to believe one day he would leave Ronke for her. Something told her it would never happen. Another told her it just might, see her for who she truly was, other than a sex partner.

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On Lanre's wedding day, she put up the best make up she could artfully conjure. She masterfully concealed the swollen eye bags  that came along with previous nights  of crying.

She danced and hugged him and wished him a happy married life. She took a selfie with the couple and posted on Instagram  #hmlBestie #lovelyCouple #teamLanreRonke #asoEbiBella.

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I wondered if  you would know it when you saw it. The green eyed monster called envy behind those eyes. The broken spirit behind those smiles. I wondered if she would ever heal again. I wondered who she would tell her story.

But yet again, this blog is for such chronicles!