If you missed the news on the Aviation ministry scandal involving the Minister, Stella Oduah and which lends some disgrace to Nigeria’s Presidency, please catch up here http://google.com.
Reading through whatever comes up, one will find out that the cars were never budgeted for. That’s definitely sad, considering that there are other items budgeted for but that never got procured.
Again, from the information made available by the Presidency, there has never been, even outside of the budget, any agreement, official or otherwise, on the need to purchase those vehicles. Yet, they were purchased while the agreement that was mutually entered into between the FGN and ASUU in 2009 is right there, gathering dust on unknown tables. Continue reading My life is in danger too&I need 2 armoured vehicles worth N255 million
Everytime a news piece caught my fancy, I immediately ingested it. Sometimes, and many times, I read through the comments but that must be just to have a feel of what people had to say about the subject matter. Nothing more.
However, in recent times, I have developed much more than a passing interest in the people’s comments. Now, I dwell more on these comments, probably more than the news piece itself. And the reason for this, I take for granted that it’s obvious.
The people’s comments reveal the real thoughts on the streets. Collectively, they showcase the joys, anger, frustrations, happiness, knowledge, ignorance and such other subjects that can be put into words. The internet is all about words, words and more words even if they come in pictures.
For millions of Nigerian students, primary, secondary, tertiary (undergraduates and postgraduates) and even life students (by that, I mean everyone who still sees learning as a lifelong exercise – including ‘peasants’, civil servants, government and private politicians), our major concern at the moment should not be far from issues with the tags of Continue reading One piece: Reviewing people’s comments on ASUU strike
My name is Love
like the mat that gets dirty
that the feet of many may get clean
So, I am…
like the tyres that convey the vehicle
to and fro the journeys of life
but rarely gets washed and noticed
So, I am…
like the moon, one bright mighty moon,
standing alone right up Continue reading Today is her birthday and she’s Ifeoluwa Salako a.k.a. Ifelatu
I present to you Folakemi Akinbode, that female corps member of the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) serving in the Obuah community in Yenagoa local government area in the state of the President of Nigeria – Bayelsa, and whose hand was ‘ingloriously’ chopped off (some people would say ‘almost chopped off’ and I laugh at their modesty).
Our grown-up princess, Folakemi Akinbode was, on Monday night, August 5th, 2013, attacked by suspected cultists who chopped off her right hand, which she used, out of providence, to prevent the machete from severing her Continue reading Corps member Folakemi Akinbode, with chopped-off hand, has some relief
The plane crash involving the corpse of the erstwhile governor of Ondo State afforded a lot of Nigerians another opportunity to pour our anger on our leaders. Most people in Ondo state took sides; supporters of Mimiko and Agagu hurled insults at one another and their principals. Sadly, “we the people” never thought about our own contributions to the decay Nigeria is today. In supporting and commenting on a friend’s post on Facebook I would write what I titled, “My Random Thoughts on Leadership and Followers in Nigeria”.
Continue reading My Random Thoughts On Leadership and Followers in Nigeria by Olakunle Sanusi
Quickly, I do not have much to say than to record my condolences and much more, my father’s condolences.
“Riro ni t’eniyan. S’ise ni ti Oluwa. Man proposes. God disposes. Sometimes, the loss of one life brings grief to an entire nation of people. Here is such a case, where the loss of more than one life has brought us grief and left us disheartened. Our sympathies, first and foremost, to the families of one of us, a member of our association and his son, Tunji and Olatunji Okusanya. He was until his untimely death the CEO of popular MIC Caskets. We also share our sympathies with the families of every other single person on that plane. Again, may you all experience peace. God be with you and with everyone of us.” – Pa A. A. Jaiyesimi, National PRO, Molusi College Old Students’ Association.
That is not to sound so much as to mean I have no condolences to offer. No. On the contrary, I do have. May the good old Lord grant you all eternal peace, if truly there is anything like that. And to my late Pa Agagu, Ondo State former governor, you need more prayers. This is supposed to be your second death; what, in maddening environment, the maddeners would refer to as akutunku e l’ona orun. I’m not sure I can translate that. But it must also mean the same as saying RIP (Rest in Peace). To all other survivors and non-survivors, may God be with you. Continue reading Agagu’s Plane Crash: The gods must be angry
When I was a kid, my elder brother and I had a lovely pastime. It was a pastime we never thought could leave us; and that’s if we never got to leave it. Today, I am not sure to what degree one has left the other. Today is Nigeria’s independence day (53rd celebration of this? Wow) and it is nostalgic. I’ll rather not stare at the television screens for too long. That’s because I do not want tears to run down my face the way they did when I was a kid, staring at the television screens on Nigeria’s Independence days. I cried, inwards to outwards and I wondered why my brother never cried – maybe he cried inwardly – every time we saw other children like us, probably not looking as fine as I thought I was, marching proudly to loud beats of drums and high pitched rendering of the Nigerian national anthem.
What worsened my condition was the very expectation of a knock every year’s Independence day, or the eve of it, by some person dressed in military or paramilitary style, pleading with my elder brother and I to join in the children’s parade for Independence. I thought after all, Nigeria was a country for us all. And all the children of the country were expected to march on special days like this. If not all, at least the bright ones like us. My brother and I were that ingenious (pardon the little note of pride in it. Just thought to report how I feel in retrospect) that we set aside a room in my father/mother’s house at the then Our Lady of Apostles Secondary School, Ijebu-Ode, Ogun State, Nigeria. This room became a country; a country we could call ours, very real as far as we were concerned, far removed from what people refered to as Nigeria – a country we never believed was real, just an imaginary idea as we were only able to imagine everything about the country Nigeria. So, we created our own country – Lupek, the exposition of which will be for another day (But for now, we should be content with the meaning of Lupek – Love, Unity, Peace, Endurance, Knowldege). These are virtues my brother and I still keep today. Don’t ask where we are now. We had a President, Governor of our Central Bank, Ministers etc. We created commodities to trade with (mindful of our national GDP). These items were drawn and cut-out pieces of paper; including most-importantly paper pigs, paper goats,blah blah blah. Our major national revenue source was BOILED MAIZE. We created our own paper currency too – The Lupe. There was enough of it – too much, maybe; a reality that dawned on us after our own World War and we were vanquished by the enemy. The enemy being an Uncle, who sternly asked that Continue reading Nigeria@53: Where are the “LEADERS OF TOMORROW?”
Most times, with gloom seemingly setting on d horizon.
With news coming from d media, one is forced to resign to abject dismay over the prospect of this country.
Our independence has become a day to showcase to the entire world our ingrained filth, reckless leadership, corruption, disorientation and flagrant disregard for what is socially acceptable. The truth is, the likelihood of this show of shame continuing unabated for several years to come is undebatable.
When we wish ourselves happy independence day celebration, we must look deeply into our hearts and ask ourselves the honest question, “are we truly independent?”. The long walk to absolute liberty starts from the hearts of individuals. The fight to annihilate the hydra-headed monster, corruption, strangulating our nation starts from the home of each and every one of us.
Continue reading Independence day speech, written by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal