Over the weekend, the votes for the new councillors took place in villages and in the city of Enugu State. Well, for the benefit of not generalizing the fact that it was an eye sore, I would create a niche to it. The voting was an eyesore in the whole land of Nkanu, Enugu State. Not only was it rigged, there was no form of accountability or transparency.
There was no form of security, no sight of appointed polling agents, and the voting paper was shared in batches; one person each to a full batch of voting paper slips (Some voted as many times as they could find ink to vote). Some kids that were barely 16 years of old were also all assembled, given N100 to N200 to vote. Half of those old enough to vote, had no voter’s card or any means of identification that they were even indigenes. Should I talk about the women? Those ones were under mango & palm trees, sharing okpa and groundnuts the PDP representatives bought in exchange for their votes. The men were promised 5000 to 10,000 for their votes. Hahahaha, ignorance is bliss. For cash they haven’t seen, they sold their chance to a better community projects and delegates that want to serve the people as much as they may steal community funds, for the ones that solely want to steal funds? Local PDP members are radicals and dishonest…. Yeah, I said it. Can’t believe APC members behaved more than the party I have always believed in.
The numbers that were recounted after the voting was so much bigger than the numbers of those who actually came out to vote, you would think the voting started by Friday midnight. I am still wondering whether the whole village heads were granted permission to handle the town’s ballot boxes. They kept showing up everywhere with their wives and kids. Politics is now a Family Business too. Lol
Just barely some months ago, a huge sum of money was supposingly released for the youths’ community projects. You wouldn’t believe what the village heads brought out as an idea for a project to execute? A Charging Boot! In the outskirts of the town, that happens to be the only place there’s light around the town and near where they live. I bet anyone who would use that charging boot makes use of only a Nokia torch small phone because any other gadgets that gets close to that boot, would experience a magical disappearing act.
Isn’t it amazing how the ones who think education is a waste of time are those still in school or with a certificate? These are the moments you wish more local indigenes went to school even if it’s up to elementary 6. At least, if the youths were educated or experienced in any way, this fraud would happen less. We keep complaining about how bad our leaders are, but we keep selling out our votes to the wrong ones. If you ask me, I think we weave the mats of the same corruption we speak out against. How do you give a rat a fish to keep for you because he promised he won’t eat it?
It rains everywhere. Corruption has
seeped into every section of this Country, Nigeria and into almost everyone. No one can be trusted with
the nation’s funds or any funds at all. And somehow, we have learnt to shrug
and turn the other side.
"Hey Blondie" her message popped in.
I wasn't expecting it. We already had strife on a blog on an issue regarding Nnamdi Kanu and his vision towards my Jerusalem, Biafra. I am a fan of Biafra, thus I couldn't sit and embrace any form of disrespect to Nnamdi or his subordinates. During the heated argument I had viewed her account but it was on private hence I had to follow her. I wanted to see who was bold enough to challenge a man with strong concrete information backing it up with first hand evidence. Whoever she was really was learned. I was impressed. Hence the follow. I wasn't expecting a hug and kisses approach not to talk of getting a message from her, but to my surprise the above message appeared. I smiled.
“Lolz, who's Blondie” I asked trying to keep the conversation going. “You na, is your hair not golden.” She said. “Ha-ha! You are hilarious! Well I'm Nnaemeka but you can call me Emeka for short. I just wanted to know who the hot brain was and surprisingly the hot brain is steamed and sprinkled with a high level of physical endowment. As regards the quarrel over there I'm sorry.” I said. “First of all, I choose the name I call people, your name is Blondie Mekky, secondly I’m Chioma and thirdly I don't hold grudges, bet it's all for the gram.” She said.
Like the Rivers of Babylon our conversation flowed. I was carried away by her charisma I had to ask for her number which she vehemently declined. Women! I didn't bother asking again. I was narcissistic in nature. We talked. Conversed mostly at night, I was a very busy guy; work wouldn't let us talk at night. She too was busy. She was a Consultant at a teaching hospital in Abuja.
Subsequently, Chioma and I found out that in our very tight schedule, we could still create a reasonable time for each other. I guess I was gradually enjoying her in all ramifications. We had never seen each other but were looking forward to it. I was outside the country for a show. We concluded that after I got back we would meet.
On the 12th of July, the day we were supposed to meet, I was excited. I guess she was too. Her flight took off by 3pm and got to Lagos by 4:30. I got to the airport twenty minutes before her arrival. I wanted to see her before she sees me. I wanted to be sure if she was as pretty as she was on instagram. If she wasn't, I was ready to turn back and leave though. I was tired of social media deceits.
Getting down from the plane, I rang her cell phone and to my disappointment, I saw a gorgeous petite beauty even though I was expecting a voluptuous lady instead. At a second glance I noticed she had this body that was between athletic and curvy which her tiny frame carried with grace. She oozed confidence with the way she walked. Getting close to me I quickly took a glance through her skin from head to toe and my heart melted. She looked like she was carved out of black women's magazine whose eyes were so perfect I couldn't stop staring at. I was completely taken by her heart shaped face and kissable lips. She was a description of everything I needed. She was dressed in a short mini dress which showed off her hot blemish free legs.
As I was staring and ogling, somewhere in my subconscious I heard my name and that somehow snapped me out of the trance I was in. "Oh Yeah Yeah, you look good. Let me help with your luggage.How was your trip?” I asked, “Was okay.” She said. As we drove off I stared through the side mirror, trying to grasp every bit of her beauty. I didn't talk much. She did. I guess that was why I liked her. She was a jolly good fella. We stopped and picked something to eat at an eatery close by before heading home. I couldn't cook, not because I didn't want to but because I didn't know how to.
Throughout the journey I couldn't wait to get home so I could show off my manly God giving skills. My head kept creating weird romantic scenes. I was going to dig every dirt in her, suck every bit of her feminine body. I knew she felt same, because she kept talking and talking, guess she was tensed up already. Well, after we ate and dined ourselves to a bottle of Piedmont’s Barolo Italian Red wine. She took her bath came out in a see through night gown. By God I was aroused. I didn't want to spoil the fun so I patiently waited for her to lie beside me.
As we lay down talking about how our day went, work and all which we didn't want to talk about but had to because we just wanted engage ourselves in a discussion. I watched her talk, while I listened. Listening and paying keen attention to every move her lips made. I placed my hand behind her neck. I felt her heart pound. I was the Man, I had to take charge. Still talking, I slowly placed a kiss on her lips, I gently removed my lips, stared into her eyes and at this point I knew she wanted it. I hastily but passionately kissed her again. This time, I wrapped my tongue with hers. I slowly placed my hands round her waist, immediately she held my hands, I thought she was shy, so I pulled it off and tried grabbing her butt, yet she held me again and whispered something which I didn't know if I heard properly until she repeated herself, "Baby I'm on my period". Oh heavens! I sighed as I shamefully removed my hands. We spent the rest of the night smooching.
The following morning
after breakfast, we went to play basketball. I nearly dropped her tender
body into the net. In the evening we went to the beach and wrote our
names on the sands of earth. The next day I dropped her off at the airport. She
had a business meeting which she had to attend to. We kissed and bid each other
farewell. Voila! A relationship started. We made plans for her next visit
which we both knew was going to be head over heels.
On that fateful day, I travelled to Kaduna to sign a business deal. I called her to tell her I left the key to the house for her. Few hours into the meeting, my phone rang, it was her. I wondered why she would call me knowing fully well where I was and what I was doing; I cut the call and sent a text. It didn't stop her. My phone kept buzzing; I had to put it off. I was getting pissed. An hour later, after the business had been sealed, I called her back, picking the call was an unknown caller who kept saying " If you know the owner of this phone come to Maria Gonzalez Teaching Hospital, the madam we dey here and the Oga driver wey carry am get accident and they done rush am go the hospital o"
At first I was stunned, My body numb, I couldn't move, I wanted to cry, I prayed it was a joke, I didn't want to believe it. Immediately I boarded the next available flight back to Lagos. I contacted everybody I knew. My friends that got there confirmed it was true but she was recuperating. Only then did I realise I was in love. I couldn't let this happen. I thought of the moments we shared. I thought of the quarrel that enunciated the whole drama. I thought of how we met. My ego didn't let me tell her how I felt. I promised i was going to engage her at the hospital. I was going to tell her how I felt. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. As I thought of all these, like the way our chat flowed that night, streams of tears flowed out of my eyes.
Getting to the hospital, I rushed in like a mad man; my friends took me to where she was, still trying to calm me down. While heading to my house from the airport, the taxi which she boarded had collided with a truck, my friend said. I walked in. I saw her. She was wrapped in white linen. My girl was covered from head to toe. I couldn't recognize the petite body I carried. My girl was dead! I called her. I shook her. She didn't move. She didn't respond. My girl was really dead!
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We have so many reasons to be careful this ‘Ember Months’. Not only because of Kidnappers, Ritualists, Pick Pocketers, and Armed Robbers, but also because of a little lady who will continually wear black and orange cloth wherever she goes. We have to be careful every ‘Ember Months’ because this is around the time she leaves artistic marks on people's face; whether you’re a man or a woman, boy or girl, lady or gentleman, which is none of her business ooo. Once you come in contact with her, you’ll carry her mark of endorsement.
I know you must be wondering who I am talking about. It's no other insect but the almighty “Electric Ant”. Hahaha. I am addressing it as a ‘She’ because of its shape and colour. But it’s very itchy and painful.
Electric ant is a tiny black one, three to four mm in length, and has a fork shaped tail. It does not bite, as the usual conception goes. It has a vesicant or irritant which, when comes in contact with the skin, leaves behind a mark that is similar to a burn mark. It is highly attracted to light and is found to linger around on the bed. When you sleep with the room light on; it crawls on the bed and gets crushed by mistake when you turn in your sleep. The vesicant fluid off the insect gets smeared on your skin body and that is how you get the permanent mark. That one is a serious wahala o!!!
So if you really want to look exceptionally gorgeous and good looking this Christmas, watch out for that lady in black and orange and be very careful with chilling and relaxing under or near light bulbs.
Travelling is one of the most interesting and exciting thing in life. It is another way of exploring like going to beautiful, places, trying new things. It is a lovely experience filled with inspiration, cultural encounters and happy snaps.
When travelling, there are certain things we should always have handy because without they are very important when travelling:
The more money you have in your pocket, the better for you. To relax, enjoy and have a beautiful holiday, you should have enough money that will sustain you and keep you stable. This should always be your number 1 in your list before you leave.
Power Bank or Charger:
Have you ever thought of how miserable you’ll be when your phone battery runs out? That is why we should always have a power bank to always charge your phone in case of emergencies.
When travelling, always keep your toiletries handy. It should contain all the necessary things like Toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, hairbrush or combs, lotions, lip balm, tissues and so on. These toiletries are very useful and important in case of necessity. They should all be put together in a small compactible bag.
You know the insistent honking of car horns, the baby crying in the background, the two women/men gossiping beside you when you, and in those moments you are bored and want to watch a movie or listen to a song? Those are the moments you need your headphones most. You need a Headphone to block out those noise and listen to the wonderful songs in your phone. Make sure you have a very good headset that will distract you from the frustrating noise in the vehicle or the airplane.
Your home should be in order when you’re travelling. You have to make sure that no electrical appliance is on, in order not to endanger your home. And always make sure that your house is always locked before leaving.
These would ensure you have a great Trip.
When we hear the word “Depression”, what comes to mind? We think of Sadness, Sorrows, Anger and defeat. To me, it is a mixed feeling of Anger, Sorrows, Sadness, Confusion and Defeat. It causes a lot of problems that affects our daily activities. It affects us when we think, the way we feel, even when sleeping; yes! One would not be able to sleep when depressed and sleep is very essential in our life. It reduces the stress of the brain from the day’s activities and helps in warming it up for another day in order to think wisely and positively. But when one’s brain is crowded with a lot of things, it stresses the brain and causes a lot of pain like Headache, migraine or maybe Brain Tumour.
So how do you get over depression?
Getting over a Depression can be pretty hard at first but once one is able to adapt to it, it makes he/she want more of it. Remember, “What won’t kill you only makes you stronger” once you are able to fight it.
Here are the best ways to fight Depression:
Relate with People:
When you’re depressed, you should learn to let go and feel free, you should always stay connected to others and always take part in social activities. It will make a good and clear difference not only in your life but also have a feel good change in your mood.
Look for Support:
When depressed, we constantly need a shoulder to lean on. If talking to a trusted friend or family will help you loosen up, then you should reach out to the person who you know is always there for you in time of needs. Always remember, “A Problem Shared is a Problem Solved” but only to the trusted ones.
Treat yourself positively:
We are all human beings. We deserve to be happy and there are little things that we do that make us happy. Try those little things that you love doing, No matter how stupid or crazy or childish it might look, do it because you love it, you’re happy and it keeps your heart at peace. The best thing that can ever happen to you is when you please and treat yourself positively.
It is another way of letting go. It is another way of suppressing the negative feeling that is rising inside you.
If thinking only makes the situation worst, then keep your mind away from it. Do what is best for you. Never give up on yourself. There is Hope!
How We Met Thursday by Onyeka Michael
Head perfectly fitted to a well built body...
One look and it was obvious. It would be long to go away from this woman.
She looked at me and smiled. "You have got pimples on your face" I manage to say as I was completely speechless...
I had a cream in my bag. Wouldn't know why I brought that along. "This should take care of that on your face...” I said...
She took them without actually taking her eyes off my face.
..."I think you are more beautiful in person, Onyeka"
Something struck me differently about her. She smiled from the heart. The shine in her eyes as she rested those beautiful retinas on my well starched white cloth devoting the contours and lines of every stitch.....
Eyes that bore right into my soul...
Opening me up, washing me anew like raindrops falling from the sky...
I held her. The world paused for a minute or two... We said nothing but just look into each other’s eye.
The music we drowned with emotions that run amok like the confluence at the plateau. Mine over hers.
Good mixed with evil.
Pain over peace. No words could do justice
We knew after that day... It was never going to be the same ever again. We are one year gone already... My life, my love, my everything. Face book was the bond. The feeling was different when we decided to call it a day and shared a deep hug.
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I had such a chill weekend.
My definition of chill; cold stone ice cream, no work, no chores, nowhere to go and watching a really nice movie.
I saw this movie 'Girls trip' featuring Regina hall, Jada Pinkett Smith, Queen Latifah and Tiffany Haddish. (Really nice movie funny as sh**)
Regina Hall played the character ‘Ryan’ a woman who is a successful writer and wife that constantly lied to the world that 'she has it all'. Her life was ‘perfect’. Because I get overly imaginative, I pondered more on her character as it reflected a reasonable amount of the female populace. The ultimate goal in life for an average female in the 21st century is to 'have it all', a successful and thriving career, an understanding husband and a loving family. No need to make that gritty choice between 'career and family'. We all hope everything falls into place perfectly.
There are a lot of women who are trying to balance their careers with their family, especially women in the entertainment industry, sometimes it works out, and most times it doesn’t. It wouldn’t help to start asking and agitating why combining work and family is not a big deal for men. To have a man as a CEO with his loving wife and kids is quite natural. But when it's a female CEO at the apex of her career and she's unmarried eyebrows are raised, no wonder she made it here. She has probably chased all the men in her life away with her bossy attitude. If she's married, I wonder if this one has time for her marriage, a nanny is probably fulfilling her wife roles.
And just like the movie, Ryan was a successful author and her brand with her husband 'we have it all' was a huge sell out . But with all the fame, money and successful career, her husband still cheated on her (severally) with an instagram slay queen. In my personal opinion, I think what they were trying to depict is that career women can't be hot babes. Ryan definitely didn't have time to get naked and take nude selfies and look hot for the gram. She was focused on her career whereas the other lady had ample time to seduce her successful husband. Everybody makes mistakes, nobody is perfect but the annoying part of the whole deal was that it seemed like it was okay for her husband to cheat. When he was caught he just simply apologized and promised to never do it again and everything was automatically fine.
Long story short, she admitted at the end of the day 'she didn't have it all'. As hilarious as the movie was, I couldn't help but feel sad a little and wonder why can't successful women be hot babes? Can't we have it all?
Often times, we find ourselves in situations where we were misunderstood and judged before we get given a chance to liberate ourselves. In such moments, we find ourselves wishing that we had been given the benefit of a doubt. The irony in this is that on the flip-side of events, where we are not the ones in the wrong, we suddenly forget this epiphany we have in our own times, and we dish out what we think is right. We lock up rooms for explanations, apologies and the neutral truth: the Anti-Mistake syndrome we have been raised to practice, only when it serves us right.
Let me tell you about some states in Nigeria I know and its capitals. Pay attention closely, Fam:
The Capital of Cross-Rivers State is Calabar
The Capital of Delta State is Asaba
The Capital of Akwa Ibom is Uyo
The Capital of Niger State is Minna
It's possible that the second mistake I made in the capital of Abia State clouded your entire discernment on the fact that the other states and capitals were right. Feel free to comment if you made this mistake too. Now this is life and we all got infected by this syndrome from the early days of our lives through formal education. I do remember paying so much attention to every single-crossed red line made on my work book, more than I pay attention to the fact that my total score was often the best in class. We were taught unintentionally, that a mistake is to be avoided by all means necessary. We were not taught what the correction stood for. We were not taught that making mistakes is a natural human default, and the corrections were there to stand in for us never to repeat them again. Maybe we weren't taught about all these or maybe we were, but we chose not to understand their purpose. But no one is above Mistakes nonetheless. So before we point those two fingers at anyone, we might want to check the three other ones pointing right back at us.
The fear of making a mistake is also what keeps ideas captive, longer than they need to be. The terror of making something that seems half baked, of letting people see the other side of you, of telling yourself that you won't sound good enough, act good enough, and you may get criticized if you did a terrible job. I understand. Fear sucks! Believe me. But I don't know anyone who has ever failed in the things they didn't work on. You need to understand 5 things more to what you already know:
It's not always about how good you are or you think you are. Sometimes, it's about how good you want to be. Free your mind on the idea that Failure is the opposite of Success, Failure is part of success. A master is someone who has failed so many times in the craft that they hold expertise in. Life is in stages and its journey is a process. We all rise and we all fall to rise again. There is no depth below Rock bottom, that's the worst you can go.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with an idea, a thought, a mistake, some cash, whatever you have to begin it with....
Just Begin Already.
A friend of mine who is a medical doctor and a social justice activist once had a job in Etche near Iguruta in Port Harcourt, in a rehabilitation camp built by Rivers State government. He was the medical officer in the camp his salary was half a million Naira, a duplex in the city, a car and a driver. Life was really good for him until rumour ruined it all.
The camp catered for youths from the state, they were thought different kinds of trades, industrial welding, under sea welding, sowing, industrial carpentry, etc. Every one of them was first thought how to drive and given a drivers license. They are kept in the camp, fed in sumptuous manners, usually 3 star hotel class of meals 3 times daily. They were pampered, most of the graduates were sent abroad for more training and job in oil industry was almost automatic. This my friend recounted what a life of luxury he lived.
One morning while he was in the clinic of the camp, chewing a half chicken that he was served from the kitchen while waiting for the next malingering youth to come and bother him with phantom complains, a skirmish ensued outside.
"We no go gree oo, we no go gree". These youths woke up that morning and decided to raise down the camp. Someone had claimed that he heard over the news that the stipend they received was lesser than the government had earmarked for them. To punish the people "chopping " their money, they raised down the camp. That was the end, the consequence of their foolishness for believing in a rumour, my friend's job ended, the training also ended, since then, they all went back to square one. No one else benefited from such a beautiful scheme ever again. Rumour.
The outbreak of Ebola in 2014 and how Nigerians were caught in the frenzy of drinking and bathing salt solutions following a rumour of such as remedy to the Ebola epidemic. Many died from fluid over load. Rumour.
The Northern Nigerian people once variously refused immunisation. Some clerics had said it was a ploy by the West to reduce the Muslim population. Many kids came down with polio ,blindness ,meningitis and other avoidable childhood diseases resulting in many deaths and disability. Rumour.
Former Gov. Ohakim of Imo State lost to Rochas Okorocha on the account of the false tale that the former slapped a Reverend Father and unleashed his boys to beat the priest up, the clergy and their followers in the state campaigned heavily against Ohakim and he lost to Rochas, later the story was discovered not to be true, the consequence is that Imo State now have a pathetic who cannot pay salaries to workers and pensioners but erected a statue for Jacob Zuma of South Africa in Owerri, the same Rochas has been running the government of the state like a family business with relatives and in-laws as share holders, he's tirelessly exploring strategies on how to hand over to his son in-law Uche Nwosu who also doubles as the Chief of Staff (CoS)…. Consequences of a rumour.
Following the widely condemned military campaign in the South East, the Nigerian Army 82 Division Enugu hospital corp, in charge of all Army health facilities in the region announced medical outreaches to interface with the civilians in the zone. It is a normal activity used by the army for carrot and stick in any region they had a campaign. It happened smoothly in Ebonyi, Abia and Enugu. Oji River the hometown of my doctor friennd benefited. The commander of the corp by the ways is Col. Ijeoma, an IGBO who schooled in UNN, trained in UNTH Enugu and is a Medical Consultant.
On the . I have barely left my house after I read from several of some of my Whatsapp contacts and groups that I should forward and call all my family and friends, it was an allegation about the army injecting school children with the dreaded monkey pox virus, I ignored it and set out for the days duty, all hell was let loose when people started screaming, parents jumping across the roads, everyone running helter-skelter to grab their children off schools. Schools closed down. Many children were hurt in the stampede. I couldn't believe that the same broadcast message I got and ignored had gone round that the Nigerian Army went about schools, seize kids and forcefully insulate them with Monkey pox. That's the spam message circulating in social media that the monkey pox was being spread by the government to kill the Igbo. Rumour. Rumour from hell.
The danger of this horrible narrative is that the hitherto exposed easterners may soon experience parents refusing government immunisation programs for their kids. Polio would return, together with meningitis, blindness and other avoidable childhood diseases, with deaths and disabilities.
My next writing on this rumour series which will be part 3 will conclude this menace which political mischief makers use to subtly turn the focus of masses away from real issues.