What is going on?

As the reports of the recent killings in kaduna, northwestern Nigeria
filter into my ears, I just think 'Its just absolutely crazy'.
Everyone should join in fighting this madness of killing innocent
citizens whether christians or muslims. This should not happen, we
ordinary citizens should not allow the callous and selfish leaders we
have use us as pawns in exterminating ourselves. I live in the midst
of hausa muslims in lagos and I don't feel threatened in their midst.
We can live together in peace only if we seek to find the true cause
of this atrocity prevailing in Nigeria instead of chasing mundane
issues and inflaming the polity further. Flipping through pages these
days is akin to read obituaries, editors no longer consider as big
news reports of 10 or less people dying. So much essence of life has
been eroded that life in itself now means little or nothing in
Nigeria.

The outraging thing about all these is that it was never this way.
Though I grew up knowing Nigeria to be a place where anything goes, I
never knew it would one day come to this sorry pass, where no one is
sure of seeing the next minute anylonger. The more I try to do the
analysis of the situation unpartially and passionately as my creed as
a de facto journalist behoves of me, the more hazy the situation
becomes.

Come to think of it. If the boko haram fundamentalists insist that
they are fighting for the entronement of sharia in their region, does
it entail exterminating others who are not inclined to their faith?
Though I'm not too versed in the Quran, I'm quite certain that no
where was it written by the Holy Prophet Mohammed (peace be unto him)
that arson, carnage, annihilation and destruction of lives and
properties without cause are proper ways to propagate the sacred
teachings of islam.

Its is also with much aghast I listen and watch the almost.
Irrelevant leaders we are unfortunate to be governed by comment
on the series of atrocities been committed in the country. I do
suspect that they may even have written their 'comdemnation' and
'consolation' speeches in advance since the killings are now a routine
affair akin to a past time or a recreation to the beasts who carry
them out.

Under no circumstances can the wiping out of whole families and
extinguishing lineages be justified. At the moment, Nigeria still been
a united nation gives every Nigerian the right to reside and interact
wherever he or she chooses so far no laws are been broken.
Come to think of it, we all cry of racism we suffer in some part of
the westen world, is what is happening in Nigeria not akin to racism
of blacks against blacks?. My recent travels around the south east
afforded me opportunities to experience so many things I had hitherto
seen only on tv. In the north, you hear of sabo gari otherwise known
as stranger's quaters, in the east, just after entering Abia state,
there is a settlement populated by northerners which can be rightly
termed as a strangers hub as no easterner resides there.

All these are the root of the conflicts since the country is already
polarised not just along religious lines but also along tribal
lines.the yorubas are gunning for regional autonomy, igbos fighting
for the actualization of biafra, northerners seeking a free state or a
untied Nigeria where sharia reigns. Its now scary since so many
Nigerians don't care about whatever happens to the country. Speaking
to so many people on the state of the nation, I could rightly say that
they all are frustrated if not completely hopeless on the state of
affairs in the country. Though I'm still an ardent believer in a
united Nigeria (just like PM Cameron is stuanch believer in the United
Kingdom), my hope is continaully be weaned of its potency that at the
moment I only hope that Nigeria survives beyond 2015.

On the last note, reading the comments made on so many online
platforms, I appeal to evryone, use your words well, as almost all of
what is happening is the fallout of a wrong word said and a wrong
meaning read into it.

(To be continued)

My tribute to the victims of the DANA air crash of 3 june 2012.

They may be gone but not forgotten, their lives cut short but definitely their memories live on. The passengers of the ill fated dana flight, and the occupants of the building that the plane crashed into on the 3rd of june 2012 though dead, deserve not to have died. The nationals from different countries but chiefly from Nigeria who perished in the crash did so because of the endless sleaze going on in Nigeria's aviation sector. Though I am not one of the many bloggers or columnist who just go on to apportion blame to whoever their pen or pad falls on, but in this case I think the actual cause of the crash that claimed a whooping 160 lives and still counting at the time of writing this report is NEGLIGENCE, on the part of the airline authorities, the aviation ministry and its attendant comatose (except in the area of collecting bribes) agencies, and the government.
Though, they are gone and can't be brought back, their memories should serve a worthy purpose, if not for anything but to make sure their souls find peace. To start with, a thorough investigation should be carried out to ascertain the culpability of everyone who is involved directly or indirectly with the crash. There should be severe consequences for anyone found wanting no matter how highly placed since none of the late victims of the crash was worth nothing-everylife been precious.
I am not advocating for a witch hunt but a thorough overhauling of the aviation sector, the team at the helm of affairs at the agencies should take the noble path and resign to pave way for those who would do a complete clean up inorder to avoid such carnage again.there should be upgrading of the facilities at our airports, its as shame for Nigeria despite its enormous resources to still be using outdated technology. The lives of the so many more who would travel through our airports should be protected starting from now. The victims of the crash should be given a fitting farewell not by the millions been paid to their relatives(though required to ease the pain) , but by an improvement in Nigeria's aviation sector so their untimely and most gruesome deaths would not be in vain.
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laying my phone to rest

adieu mobile mi, one mistake too many. just got back from the technician's, finally getting to see him after checking up for three agonizing weeks. i was full of high hopes stepping into the slightly crowded IT store that also served as a clinic- for phones. i had expected to take home in health a patient i placed on admission at the reputable health clinic, but alas it was not to be, the verdict from the renowned doc? my phone was gone, dead, damaged beyond redemption, my nokia 2700 classic was no more, all hopes shattered, i stared in utter amazement at everyone except my dead pal. you know, it would have been so bearable if the reason for my phone going to the doc was logical, but hell, it wasnt, and there the pain lies. i just got this particular phone not just long ago, actually just some few weeks back, it was kinda God answering my request after my incessant banging on his door. i had the hope of having fun with it, i saw us doing so many things together for some time to come. we actually did, for its brief life, we had so much fun, i did my literary work with so much ease and glee, not forgetting the excitement i got speeding away with the games, and blaring the music quite loud. but it didnt last,yeah, remember they say good things dont last, but i realy wanted to make this last, but i ended been the one to make it not last. i keep thinking, why the silly mistake, why that little moment of gross negligence, why the brazen -i-dont-care- disposition on the day my classic bit the dust, why was i crazily careless,. the questions still come in droves, i seem to ask more questions than provide answers for them. you know, i miss my phone, its one thing to have a big beautiful house, but its another ball game to own a home, with my phone , i had a home, a friend, a companion i confided in, i told it the very thoughts of my hearts, i wrote my heartbeats using the keypads of my classic, but then its no more. im sad, not because i cant afford another, i could get two brand new classics any moment or something better, but then i would have to start all over again, building the cordiality i shared with this one. i lost so many things when my classic was laid to rest, my contacts, all, i didnt get the drift to upload a backup coz i got so much carried away that i cared for nothing else, my pics, so many tender memories you cant relive again, faces i may not see again, smiles i may have lost forever and moments that you experience once in a lifetime, i lost them all,my classic died with them without giving me a shot at trying to salvage any. now the big one, and the most painful of my lot, i lost my poems and my collection of short stories which was already bulging, i still grieve and lament coz im yet to come to terms with this aspect, chief amongst my lost poems was my tears, my tears in ink, the poem i wrote crying over the grave of my neighbours, i am growing mad with the singular thought that i may have lost the one thing that reminds me so much of my departed neighbours and good friends. okay, so much for lamentation, you may be asking yourself, what exactly happened to my phone, what did i do. now i would tell you, i killed my phone, as in killed, the kind that would make the cops charge me for negligent manslaughter if it wasnt just a phone. it happened thus, the day was a really bright day, nothing suggesting that ill luck was lurking around the corner. i was in the study of my house, engross in a brain wacking analytical manipulation, i had been in this position for hours and hadnt taken as much as a rest. so before i got my brains blown out, i decided to take a break, to do something less stressful for some few minutes. naturally, i took up my phone, opened my games tab, and started playing soduku, which i conciously choosed so as to be involved in something not so differing from what i was taking a break from inorder not to lose concentration. the soduku playing went on fine, i was amazed how fast my brains could work, so i continued playing with gusto when a sudden thought ran through my mind - i had laundry to do- and it wasnt to pass to the next day coz i had already put it off for too long already. i got up, phone in hand and went into my room to get the dirty clothes, then something happened, i just couldnt remenber where i kept the phone when i got into the room, but knowing it would be somewhere around, i decided to come check it out later after doing the laundry. i was to handwash the clothes, so i took them outside to the yard, got some water from the tap, poured in my detergent and worked it into a foam. since they were all coloured, i just packed the whole of them into the basin at the same time to soak for some few minutes, in the meantime, i used the few minutes to have my lunch with no premonition of something untoward happening . i returned to my soaked clothes and commenced washing, it was easy,stess free washing, i got out the first shirt, the second , the third, and then, my hand which was suppose to pick up the fourth touched something hard.it was sleek, too smooth and hard to be a clothing, i picked it up and raising my hand out of the foaming water,behold i was holding my classic dripping hard of water,then it hit me, i had gotten my phone mixed up in the clothes when i was checking out their pockets. to say the least, i was dazed,shocked and confused, for the past forty five minutes, my phone was buried in a watery grave while i stood, or better still bent over and supervised its death. i administered first aid, opening the phone to the very panel and getting it free of the water that had eaten deep into it. you know the story of the medicine administerd after death?, yeah, that what i was trying to do, trying to do the impossible. but my phone was no more, dead, gone, my taking it to the doctor was just to put my little faith to work, but alas it wasnt strong enough to bring my phone back from the dead, maybe if i had a stronger faith, maybe,just maybe.but for those who dont know, any circuit board no matter the device that comes in contact with a salt solution is rendered permanently damaged in five minutes. the detergent i used, just like every other, contained two powerful salts, the sodium trioxocarbonate and the sodium tetraoxosulphate, and worst still, my phone was in the midst of this circuit killers for good forty five minutes. i keep telling myself to look on the bright side, but then, does death have a bright side?, i guess no. my classic is gone, gone for good, but life must go on, still, i would remember the fond memories we shared and of course the memories i lost. so in the least, i owe my phone this piece and i say adieu mobile mi, one mistake too many.

hi my blogpeepz.

sunny day, nice weather, spending the whole day watching 24, n d
previous night too. its weird coz ive got college exams coming up, buh
al the same, it was heaven curled up in a cozy sofa watching jack
bauer tear the bad guyx into shreds. yhu watched 24? it would b
surprising if yhur answer is negative coz i bliv evrybody should have
gotten a glimpse at 24.... wella 24 isnt why i posting diz, ive got
something else in mind., buh first, do you like books? i mean, novels,
short stories?. if you do then we are even cos i could skip a meal to
create time to appease my reading hunger..al my time reading, ive read
countless books, fiction n non-fiction,
romance,thriller,horror,action, n lots more. ive shown strong emotions
reading some books buh ive nva cried twice on a single book. when i
read a book, if it draws tearz, i cry, buh reading it again wont draw
tearz since ive already created a shield by reading it d first time..
then came -talabitha- ,a story of teenage friends, true friends and
undying friendship,i really cried reading this book, buh i never
expected to cry reading it the second time,buh i did, n even cried
when i picked it up a third time... talabitha is a book i would truly
recommend to a sincere reader, you learn much n you come out better at
the end. the writing is just unique n surprisely, there iz enuf humour
to balance the emotions,. you would want to get it for your child or
loved ones, it teaches true friendship and love.

Kelly's adventure series.

Kelly is a journalist, a sinfully good one, she's got eyes for the big
and complicated stories, so often overwhelmed wit nausea if asked to
do simple cover ups., she knows her way about, digging up earth and
spurning dirt, stepping on toes and staking up foes, bt she doesnt
care, she's got a passion, a fire burning within that she must flare
out else she may burn within.. Her bosses are eternally grateful for
their luck in having in their fold such a rare gem, she practically
keeps the media house running, her exposé and scandalous outleaks
makes the paper a bestseller.
But she's stepping on toes and staking up foes.

They get livid, she's catching up on them, her newest quest, they are
her newest quest, she must come any closer else they are busted, but
she nva stops, she sniffs, she thinks, she ponders, kelly nva gives up
until she find her prey.. They know, and so they are jittery,but they
swear nva to go under whining, kelly would hav to pay if she comes any
closer. But would she stop, would she listen to that odd voice, the
voice of her sister whose murderers she was gunning after, would she
take her sisters advice to let vengeance avenge itself, would she, ?
No, kelly nva fights a personal battle, she gives her job her all and
keps her life different, but they fired the first salvo taking what
she held dear and they must pay for it. She searches, they employ the
hiding game, she knows this may well be her last escapade but stil she
dares it,. The search is growing kenner, the net is drawing tighter,
the bastards are been roped in and TheDANGER IS ON THE INCREASE, stil
she forges ahead.

The battleground is the basement of a tower, she's made provision for
police support, but the evidence to warrant immense commitment from
the police is stil lacking, but she must stil go on, no turning back.
She steps into the tower, a bit dark and smacking of disuse, a perfect
place for d hounds she seek, not knowing their number, she stuffs up
wit enuf ammo to kill an elephant., she climbs down d stairs, creaking
and eerie sounds, she gaze about at the world not knowin if it would
be the last view,gun in hand, she tethers towards the door that led to
the group , she could practically feel their heat coming from
inside,she was damn sure they were unaware of her presence, she heaves
a long laboured sigh and push open the door, .. A tinglying sensation
on the back of her head, a wierd feeling running down her spine, just
one foot into the room and she spurns around with fingers on the
trigger, too late, a group of stern looking men all holding automatics
pointing at her tells her shes a gonna...
To be continued.

A night reading Sidney sheldon

smiling words, lovely twists, suspense and bated breath, the drama unfolds in an amazing way, the words opened up into a new world, far above earth, more real, so beautiful. I read like a guy enchanted, im immersed into this oasis of ordinary words turned gold, the hero comes out of the pages, searches for his princess right in my presence, i see it all, the whole spectacle, he's a young handsome prince, troubled but still with heart to love. He searches for her, transversing the length and breadth of dis magic world, sometimes, he asks me to help heal his ache, to find his jewel, bt hell, i dont know where she is too, sidney craftily hiding the prized artifact, i join him in the search, our hearts beating in unison, we become friends and allies wit one aim- finding the love he deserves, we flip pages and read between the lines, But sidney is just uncooprative, he takes her away wheneva we come a little closer, the suspense is killing, not just my novel friend, but me. We prod, we look, we scheme just to get to the end of this scripted twisted lane., slowly, we begin to find a rhythm, we are beating sidney to his tricks, we've tracked d jewel to a store in manhanttan, "no jupiter can take her away from me now, " the hero says btween clenched teeth, staring at sidney wit liquid fire in his eyes, my breath is hung up, he approaches her, the sky is changing, d clouds are coming over, its been years he last saw her, i agree with him he cant let her slip this time, but sidney had a trick, d diva gets lost as a convoy of buses pull up in front of her hero, he's bitter, he swears, i curse, he rages, i fume, bt sidney smiles, he laughs, he enjoys tormentin us, maybe thats why he's a bestseller,
"why did you come for me" the lost jewel spoke from behind her hero, she had seen him, al hopes arent lost now, i see sidney hiding a knowin smirk,he winks at me.
Sidney Sheldon

Virgin's pride and the hawks' antics.

She' so pretty, her skin so tender,wit shy dimples,her smile make the stars twinkle,she laughs lik velvet and her looks seem perfect. She walks wit d stride of a goddess ,her mien cud b termed flawless,soft diamond, liquid gold, she's so precious, her worth is not rated in rubies,she's clad in innocence as a dove, untainted, her silk unsoiled, she's stil a teen dat is as sweet as honey. Then as bees drawn to honey, d hawks step in, they are amazed wit her beauty, they get drunk by staring at her endless, they remain restless, "she's so good 4 d takin" runs thru their mind n get her they must.they approach her gentler than a dove, both males ( and sometimes females ), they come scheming with verile thoughts and naked plans, yet so tender they come. They tell and show and make her feel she's their jewel long lost now found, they utter nice words and offer enchantin songs,yet beneath, theirs no emotion, sorry, no noble emotion, all they want is a chance to end her pride, they dont love, they lust, are lost in lust, they cant just stop lusting.They ached seeing her stil untainted, they must tap that "feminine juice" in its freshest state, they dont care how she feels, what she thinks, all they want is a gateway through her thighs, gateway that holds d promise of intoxicating pleasure no matter how disgusting. They want to use her, use her beauty and leave bhind nothing or a cataloge of ugly somethings. They simply cant get their hearts off her, evry other day, they prod, cajole, seduce and beguile, they plead, they trick, they want her in bed, only dat once ,and when done, the obsession is gone, they wont get get enchanted by her beauty anymore, then they go away, if she lets them, they would haul her from her high coast of virgin pride n bring her down 2 d abyss of shameful usage. They tell her she's better than al teenage girls, if she gets too flattered, they tell she's d best and then they strike.She's d wise type though, pretty yet wit enough wits to booth. She knows their mind.

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Virgin's pride (continued)

Sadly, some of her peers dont and they lose their pride in shame. she knows who loves her for her would not b eager to dishonour her, he would want her to b d best and full of virtue until they are both crowned as matching ribs. She knows he loves her by not forcing her into teenage carnal sex . She's stil innocent n if he truly loves her, it would b impossible 4 him to brutally take it away. Happily she's able to wade off d predators who maul at her thighs tryin 2 get a way in, she shuts d door firmly, uncompromisely, she feels honoured, she is honoured and respected even by d disgusting hawks, the handsome dudes who dont love her but her ........ . They r awed by her resilence, not bcos at a point she doesnt feel like giving in, but bcos she reins in her passion and hold on to her virginity til her wedding night. That night when d stars would twinkle, she laughing merrily showing shy dimples.Her heartthrob staring in high regard, her clothes ( the bridal gown of honour) she at last can safely discard, that night, she lets out all her lust coz doing so would b wonderful not as dispicable if she had display such lust as a teanage teen, she feels happier, her future is guaranteed, no blackmail from one those predators who would hv surfaced had she given in.Her life is joy and peace and fun...

help!, even your leftovers can make a difference..

 Think about these shrinking limbs; pleading eyes and wanting lips; gaze once @ these screaming ribs; of lives wasting away in hurtful beeps;
Think about these empty cradles; dry wells and tearful pleas; see a hurt they all cant handle; making them look no better than fleas;
Think about these swollen graves; these holes with farmished bones of many; behold d painful life that kills in droves; that is now the lot of plenty;
THEN
Think about what you can do; to help end this horrorful sight; even something painful if U hav to; coz access to decent life is everyones right....

My heart bleeds seeing innocent souls been truamatized for no fault of theirs. Its up to you and i to help, but we cant help evryone in the world, so stretch your hand to the beggar on the street, the hungry family squatting and feeding from the refuse dump, show love to that sick and orphaned child in your neighbourhood, buy medicine, clothes, food even leftovers no matter how small, just show kindness to the needy around you and the suffering in our world would reduce.,they are pleading for help, for my help and urs, dont refuse them, help them and help reduce their pains.

be a little less anxious

You are anxious,your heart is racing, it is hiting against your chest as if it wants to run loose out of your body.. Your head is spinning, you are in deep thinking, your head is aching and your heart throbbing, you are thinkin about...................... Sometin that doesnt deserve the trauma you are subjecting yourself to..take a breath, take a break from your thinkin and ask your self if it is really worth it. Just be a little less anxious, apprehensive, sensitive for a while and heave a sigh of relief..
You put yourself in a quagmire engaging in excessive thinking..imagin if you read on Yahoo! That a sixteen year old died of heart seizure occasioned by high blood pressure, weird? .. I do appreciate the challenges we teens go through but the earlier we engage them with a degree of calmness, the better..i know about trying to be classified as up-to-class by our buddies which tend to trip too many people..you dont want that, if your friends think you are not good enough to hang out with them,then chill, let them be, dont get too worked up about it, else you could get depressed and unwittingly scare away true friends who would hav wanted you for you...dont try to be like evryone else or try to please everyone, doing so, you would end up been a gloomy and sulky teen.
Think about a seventeen year old girl lookin haggard and bent over like a fairy tale witch, that can happen when you spend your life time trying to earn a pass mark from the "unsatisfiable" world. Try been the best version of yourself. I know sometimes when we dream big which is a must to achieve anything in life, bt there's is utmost need to dream right to avoid falling into a hellhole.. If you get into something or you become someone you were not cut out to be, frustration sets in, followed greedily by depression, and suicide may well be knocking at the door.. Love Loving yourself, the best you is You..try to make a better version of You instead of coveting the personality of someone else., that way.,
YOU LIVE LONGER AND HAPPIER.