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OUR… ‘KK’ …LADIES – a case of an empty { } mind? by Tiasma and Lumbite

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The lamentation and the examination of the Nigerian species of girls by two counterparts

DISCLAIMER: this is not an academic or a scholarly work as it is not backed with any raw scientific fact.

PRELUDE: it is worthy to note that this piece, as hereby produced, is the abridged and edited transcript of a two-way dialogue, dated 18th of Sept., 2013, between two young men who currently boast of the studentship of the Obafemi Awolowo University. This conversation is nothing but just what it claims to be – a social but highly passionate chat. It never occurred to the two young men, way back in September, last year, that there would later be a need to publish their spontaneous chat. But then, what made them decide to propagate this conversation? For one reason, it is about a subject, that has for long agitated their sense of what is elegant and sublime; and what else? – they know there exists some other few men, old or young, who share in their inconvenient passion. And, of course, the sole and major target of this tirade, complaint, or whatever else it is fit to be called, is none other than our dear ladies. It is the hope of these two young conversationalists, and their like-minded fellows, to challenge our ladies’ sense of what is high and sublime, not merely in fashion and appearance, but most importantly in mind and conduct. So, not to bore your pants off, the two young men are, herein, recognized by their aliases; one Lumbite, the other Tiasma. And that, while Lumbite, by instinct of nature, played the part of a Complainant and an Accuser, Tiasma, by an equally natural bent of temperament, assumed the role of an Interrogator and a mild Judge. Enjoy the chat!

 VERDICT: “In this chat, all ladies are guilty but many more than few”

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L : Tiasma !

T : how far ?

L : tight bro.

T:  you already working on my request?

L:  yeah. But Tiasma, I’m having some issues with my g-mail account. Continue reading OUR… ‘KK’ …LADIES – a case of an empty { } mind? by Tiasma and Lumbite

Yansh and the culture of Competition

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If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.

Because if you pick it up, it dies

and it ceases to be what you love.

So, if you love a flower, let it be.

Love is not about possession.

Love is about appreciation. – Osho

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Big yansh! Showy yansh!! Taking a passive walk around a community, where young gentlemen and ladies usually congregate or patrol in an active hour; to and fro classrooms, libraries, laboratories, dormitories and or houses, one (average guy, pastor or the other) is bound to behold beautiful, scintillating, romance-stimulating (you-know-what-I-mean? more of it!) figures (Big yansh! Showy yansh!!) that tend to be attractive anywhere your face turns (and it turns often enough). Believe me, irrespective of who you are or how religious you are, your eyes are beings of their own, they must see. One wonders why people don’t flee (no accusation of being literal here, please) at such sights, in spite of the warning in the scriptures of one of the modern religions. Continue reading Yansh and the culture of Competition

The Memoirs of Yomi “d drunk”, Very Short Story by Chibundo Ubachukwu

This piece was written by Chibundo Ubachukwu and published on a sister site on the 21st of November, 2011. Then, it probably meant just a piece. Today, in retrospect, when next I encounter Chibundo, who incidentally is a Pharmacist, I’ll salute him like he was a Prophet.

“Dear President Goodluck Jonathan,

My name is Yomi Smart. Bimpe (my wife) says I’m incapable of rational thought because I’m a drunk. Silly rabbit, what does she know? Sadly, a prophet has no honour in his own house. But all my friends can confirm that I give the best of advice when under the influence. Also, my wife thinks you are a hypocritical politician – you have my permission to arrest her. On the other hand, I still see you as a leader who can jump start some necessary change in Nigeria. I hope you do! Continue reading The Memoirs of Yomi “d drunk”, Very Short Story by Chibundo Ubachukwu

Don’t fall for this Pope Francis hoax: 5 things to know and share by Jimmy Akin

The last blog article published here presented claims that were purportedly made by Pope Francis. There’s however truer counterclaims. In cases like this, what is important may not be the facts (or supposed facts) presented but the need to bring such information, especially the extremely strange, to the fore for people to be hinted. Over time, it is believed, the people will get used to the possibility of the idea. Is that right? Don’t ask me.

The following piece was published, as a reaction to the previously published, in National Catholic Register.

“Some Internet sites are reporting that Pope Francis has declared that “all religions are true,” that there is no hell, and other provocative things. Continue reading Don’t fall for this Pope Francis hoax: 5 things to know and share by Jimmy Akin

“No more hell. Adam and Eve, just a fable. God has changed”? – Pope Francis

For the benefit of those who haven’t read this declaration, more or less, here it is uncut and as published in Diversity Chronicle on the 5th of December, 2013.

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Here’s a quick reaction before reading the article itself as ‘copied&pasted’ from same content:

“A couple of prominent Catholic cardinals have responded to Pope Francis’ declarations by leaving the church. Cardinal Arinze of Nigeria asked, “what do we stand for if we declare that truth is relative? On the contrary, truth exists independently of our personal feelings. All of this talk of love and tolerance is hollow if we have no identity of our own, if we stand for nothing. I charge that Francis has become a heretic, and that he is not a valid Pope. Indeed, Continue reading “No more hell. Adam and Eve, just a fable. God has changed”? – Pope Francis

HYPOCRISY: CHRISTIANS, BIG CHARLES AND THE LIL’ BILLS

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Bullshit. I usually had that word on my mind every time I saw a Christian (by that I mean that person we hurriedly on the average refer to as a Christian, just because he says he’s one or because he dresses or acts as one). Now, please don’t get me wrong. I do not imagine (to entertain ‘bad thoughts’ in the usual opinion of many mediocre contemporaries) that the Christian is bullshit. No! Think not that way. What I’ve said is that the ‘things’ that our modern Christian persona (MCP) holds closely to his chest as the true definition of what qualifies a Christian is bullshit with a big b.

What I’ve always known and do not wish to change just too quickly is that Jesus Christ, JC (as we, of the hip culture, have come to know him today Continue reading HYPOCRISY: CHRISTIANS, BIG CHARLES AND THE LIL’ BILLS

Nelson Mandela dead at 95

credits: CBC News

Anti-apartheid hero, imprisoned for 27 years, later became democratic South Africa’s first president

Nelson Mandela 1918 - 2013: special coverage

Nelson Mandela, one of the greatest leaders of modern times, passed away Thursday at his home in Johannesburg after a prolonged lung infection. He was 95.

South African President Jacob Zuma announced that Mandela, “the founding president of our democratic nation, has departed,” adding that he “passed on peacefully.”

“Our nation has lost its greatest son. Our people have lost a father,” Zuma said.

“Our thoughts are with the millions of people who embraced Mandela as their own and who saw his cause as their cause.… This is the moment of our deepest sorrow.” Continue reading Nelson Mandela dead at 95

AGAINST NATURE? NO WONDER WE’RE NOT GROWING…

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“Appreciating the beauty of a blossom, the loveliness of a lilac, or the grace of a gazelle are all ways in which people can, in some small measure, fill their daily lives with evolutionarily inspired epiphanies of pleasure.”
– Buss, 2000, p. 22 READ MORE

Just like every other Nigerian (know it or not), I am proud and terribly ashamed of the tag Nigerian. Not at the same time though, but independently. I am proud and the main reason (the only one, if you mind) would be that I was born Nigerian, in Nigeria and have never stepped out of Nigeria (except in my dreams, of course).

I am ashamed because in spite of the opportunities God (or whoever/whatever you think is our benefactor in this regard) has given my nation to be a great country (you may want to disregard the fact that we have once been great as independent, sovereign nations that would later be amalgamated into this contraption that has without repentance been difficult to fathom), she has refused to yield, standing giripa like the obstinate dog intent on getting lost in the wilderness.nature4

Someone should kindly stop me in my tracks before I start pretending like a pretentious songster, waxing lyrical about nothing Continue reading AGAINST NATURE? NO WONDER WE’RE NOT GROWING…

Pharmacy, why we do what we do? Just musing….

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“I am black; I am in total fusion with the world, in sympathetic affinity with the earth, losing my id in the heart of the cosmos — and the white man, however intelligent he may be, is incapable of understanding Louis Armstrong or songs from the Congo. I am black, not because of a curse, but because my skin has been able to capture all the cosmic effluvia. I am truly a drop of sun under the earth.”
Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks

 

A few days ago, I was privileged to have a chat with some colleagues, a great people with whom I pretend the possession of the global best knowledge of drugs (I believe the meaning hasn’t already been construed), especially as it pertains to therapeutics; hence, patient-oriented; well, in our own part of the world (hopefully changing), almost diminished merely to dispensing of drugs (not even the best of it, that is). For the moment, and in sync with our acquired (almost inborn) comfort zone, let’s content ourselves with the fact that “we’re Pharmacists and we’re proud to be Men of Honour”.

Our concern this time was the significance of the choices we have made and that we make a living of, just by making. Why do we do Continue reading Pharmacy, why we do what we do? Just musing….

ASUU Strike Update: Hear no rumours; read no lies; see no evil

 

The strike embarked on by the Nigerian academics has entered its 5th month and of course, one can only say with all certainty that we are getting closer to the date of resumption. When will that be? Don’t ask me.

On Monday, the 4th of November, G.E.J. the President of Nigeria led a league of Nigerian money bags cum politicians to a crucial, last-resort renegotiation, meeting with the team of ASUU leadership. This meeting, from hearsays and ‘readwrites’, lasted between 2.45 pm on Monday and 3.30 am on Tuesday. That indicates some commitment on both sides of the FGN and ASUU. I’m not particularly interested in saying the same thing of the FGN delegations who have meddled in the affairs of ASUU before now. Not anymore a business of ours, anyway.obafemm Continue reading ASUU Strike Update: Hear no rumours; read no lies; see no evil

I’m in a mess. ASUU is on strike. Again. For the umpteenth time, that is

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“I find that the great thing in this

world is not so much where we

stand as in what direction we are

moving: To reach the port of

heaven, we must sail sometimes

with the wind and sometimes

against it – but we must sail, and

not drift, nor lie at the anchor.” –

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

(29 August 1809 – 8 October 1894)

The name, Musa Parad Isiaka, is that of a fictional character that I intend to be the protagonist in a novel. I’d been nursing the idea of this novel for some time now. For lack of ideas at the moment however, I have elected to gloss over a short period in the life of one Nigerian academic, who goes by the same name. Hence, whatever narrative you read below differs greatly from that of my novel protagonist, at least in their conception.

This period, I innocently wish (like a child is wont to) would ultimately become somehow inculcated into the novel, as events that constitute a major telling bulk of the novel. And when it does, it may just come up as a dream that can’t either harm or make (I’m not here referring to a prophetic dream, mind you). I plead, no one should spank me for all I’ve said and will say, especially for having a “head full of cobwebs”, like my mentor would say, if you know what he means.

If you must know, my usual reaction every time he said it was to gently rub Continue reading I’m in a mess. ASUU is on strike. Again. For the umpteenth time, that is

My life is in danger too&I need 2 armoured vehicles worth N255 million

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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.oduuaaOdduu Continue reading My life is in danger too&I need 2 armoured vehicles worth N255 million

One piece: Reviewing people’s comments on ASUU strike

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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

Today is her birthday and she’s Ifeoluwa Salako a.k.a. Ifelatu

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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 upIfee Continue reading Today is her birthday and she’s Ifeoluwa Salako a.k.a. Ifelatu

ASUU strike: Don’t force youth to react – Bishop warns FG (131013)

The following is a piece published On the Daily Post by American Comrade Godwin On October 13, 2013 under the same title (I thought it’s a good piece of information that’s worth the attention of my audience:

The Catholic Bishop of Nsukka Diocese, Rt. Rev. Godfrey Onah, at the weekend,

warned politicians to retrace their steps, as it would not be possible to quench the anger of Nigerian youth who may soon run out of patience over the poor treatment they are getting from government and their leaders at various levels.

The clergyman stated at the funeral mass organized for Lolo Josephine Oyima Abba, mother of the Enugu State Chairman of the Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, Engr. Vita Abba at Ede-Oballa, in Nsukka Council Area of Enugu State.

He warned that such neglect could force the youth to Continue reading ASUU strike: Don’t force youth to react – Bishop warns FG (131013)

Corps member Folakemi Akinbode, with chopped-off hand, has some relief

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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

My Random Thoughts On Leadership and Followers in Nigeria by Olakunle Sanusi

 

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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”.aggagga

 

Continue reading My Random Thoughts On Leadership and Followers in Nigeria by Olakunle Sanusi

Agagu’s Plane Crash: The gods must be angry

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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.

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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

Nigeria@53: Where are the “LEADERS OF TOMORROW?”

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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?”

Independence day speech, written by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal

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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.hannibb

Continue reading Independence day speech, written by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal