It's my birthday

And the count continues. Another year has been added to me & I'm grateful to God that I'm alive. Out of everything that has happened in the whole wide world, my life has been a spectacular wonder even to me as a person.
I've had plans and desires, but it's incredible that I've been able to achieve ALL (and I mean it)that I ever laid in mind.
I'm too overjoyed at the moment.
I'm gonna throw an Owambe.
Would you love to come? Let me know.

If I come back to the world, I would love to come back and live this particular life again. The script was written well. I can see my true colours.
By the way, Rice & Stew Very Plenty (RSVP).

Merry Xmas

This is to wish everybody a very merry xmas.
May the season bring good things that your hearts have always longed for.
Merry xmas y'all.
And a happy new year in advance.

And please don't overeat, it's an offence punishable by law.

Undercover agents

Is it really true that metaphysical/spritual powers also control the affairs of a nation? Is it true that Presidents are usually possessed by evil spirits/forces after they assume position? I'm asking this question because it's a queer characteristic that most African leaders exhibit (though if not before, after assuming position) - their manifestos differ greatly from the acts they eventually carry out when they get to power.
It's no news that past leaders of nations belonged to deep, most times undercover, FBI/CIA/M15 (occultic groups) whose ways and deeds weren't pure. I heard the story (neither once nor twice) about the great Ghanian leader, Kwame Nkrumah performing those mysterious acts of making human sacrifices on the platforms on which he speaks to address the people. Why? Simple - To gain control over humans, you use humans as sacrifice. I heard once too that some past US presidents belonged to *FM ( go watch National Treasure).There are also rumours (sometimes confirmed) that Uncle Sege belongs to the KGB. Legend/myth/fiction has it that his drink was poisoned once in an occasion. And instead of laboratory tests being carried out to confirm it, the buttom of the cup simply popped out when he lifted it to drink. Call that Bendel Insurance?! :D
A big example is that of the Malawian President been haunted by ghosts/strange things in the $100M presidential villa. It was reported that "Sometimes the president feels rodents crawling all over his body but when lights are turned on he sees nothing."
Another is the refusal of the Ghanian President, John Kuffour, to reside in Osu castle (a slave castle used during the era of slave trade). His reasons are that slave trade and colonialism did not only do evils inside the Castle but some post-independent Ghanaian Heads of State did there – human sacrifice, fearful juju-marabou rituals, brutalities, killings there, gross inhumanity.
Mr. Kuffour has sinced decided to request for a $60M loan from India in order to build a new Presidential villa. The opposition MPs/Senators are standing against it.
Can the metaphysical be responsible for the woes and the misleadings of African leaders? Is it possible for pure christians/muslims to attain lofty positions without insuring themselves in covert operations?
Maybe our leaders really mean well for us, but their plans are being thwarted by forces beyond their control. Maybe Robert Mugabe (Zimbabwe) still has human feelings but his feelings are be drowned by legions of demons dwelling in him. Maybe Omar Bongo ( Gabon, since 1967) doesn't really wanna stay that long in power if not for the intervention of allied forces beyond his control. Maybe Yoweri Museveni (Uganda) is a very nice man as he seems but his hands are really tied.
If that be the case, I think we need to pray seriously for our nations respectively. A force more supernatural should solve the issue.
But I don't think Mugabe is possessed by a legion of pervert demons. I think he's just having fun control his nation like he's playing Play Station Portable.
All the same, I'm help my nation out by remembering the leaders in prayers when I pray. Ur nation might need ur prayers too, you know.
By the way, the size of Alamieyeseigha's belly sure tells us that it's not only food that resides in that belly.

The height of insensitivity

The argument was a heated one yesterday as some people were trying to explain to me that there are people that are embodiments of bad luck, harbingers of doom. Whatever they connect to in doing turns sour. I just didn't like the theory being connected to this issue. I regard it as gross insensitivity to use this theory in this case.
I start today by saying that it's very hard to come to terms with what the Nigerian media & the labour is doing by calling for the removal of the Minister for Aviation, Babalola Borishade. Reasons: He's been bad luck to every ministry he has served. Once he was the Minister for Education and there were endless stikes then. Now he's the Minister for Aviation and the whole skies have become blood-sucking. Therefore he's not fit to be there. He could continue being there and bad things won't seize to happen.
One thing I've noticed is that in order to cover tracks of unseriousness with the works given to them, past leaders & civil servants decide to throw anything & everything at the wheels of progress of present leaders after sighting handwritings on the wall that their acts would be unfolded if the tempo of sanitization is maintained.
Truth is, Borishade was not there when money was exchanging hands in order for Airlines to circumvent the rules, neither was he around when phoney contracts were awarded. So what is the meaning of him 'bringing bad luck to every ministry he steps into'?
My own view is that each time Borishade steps into any ministry, the rots are being excavated for correction. His spirit seems not to work with work trends inundated with errors and falsehood. Contrary to the rants of people,I think his aura is good enough for every ministry he's put. It will help unearth the rot buried in every ministry.
I also stand in defence of him.

Uhhh, relieved

Uh, what a week!I've never felt the kind'a pressure I felt last week in a straight whole year. You'll agree with me that there are times that you come under intense pressure that you just feel like ***damn it blogger.com, where's my pic?*****.I hope your week wasn't like mine?!Thank goodness this week's gonna be different.
The sorrowful events that happened last week partook in the dampening of my spirit, thus redirecting my blog topic last week.
When we heard the news of Alamieyeseigha's (Bayelsa state governor, Southern Nigeria) impeachment and arrest, I felt it was necessary to thank all that shared in the pain of shouting him down from power. Though it might seem that those at the helms of affairs in Nigeria don't go to the internet, some who influence decision making do.
I wanna say kudos to everyone who took the pain in blogging him out of power, not that there was any direct monetary gain but for the need to make things right. Chippla, Grandiose Parlor, Nneka, Kayzee, Emmanuel Oluwatosin, Nigerian times, Black Looks, to mention a few. You guys really helped to up the tempo online and I must say that you were great.
And just as we had predicted, he was arrested immediately after impeachment. I need not bore you with his story, he should remain in prison until after the festive season. 'Cos right now, all that's in our mind is xmas.

Getting to know you

I was tagged by Nyjaguy .
Hopefully we’ll get to know each other this way…there are a ton of Nigerian folks on Blogspot and I think we should get to know each other, I saw this on Xanga and I think its cool so here is how it works.The Rules 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blogspot entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their blogspot IDs.
There goes:

1. There's a kind of music player in my brain that starts playing randomly selected music almost every morning I wake up, and it doesn't stop for many hours in the mornings.
2. I hear a voice that speaks to me each & every time I do anything that 'You can do better than this (though I get pissed atimes after I've expended so much energy on the task).
3. I don't seem to have any stomach for cheating and injustice. Even when I don't want to talk or wanna look away, my actions bare my anger when I encounter injustice (My mama said I picked that from her).
4. I don't like parties/owambes or any kind of flambouyant life. I just like it quiet and simple most times.
4 1/2. There's a force that propels me to do most of the things I do that people term to be splendid. Personally, I ain't got the capacity for such nice things.
5. When I buy clothes, I usually buy like 3 exact replica type everytime. My sister says it's weird, but isn't it to wear something that's ok and just go?!

Grandiose Parlor™
Black Looks
Exschoolnerd
Sharpmouth
Chippla

A better place

Yet another tragedy happened again. Another plane crash in Port Harcourt Airport, Nigeria takes the lives of people. And this time it doesn't stop at extinguishing the lives of top dignitories, it blanked out future visionary leaders from our midst. Youths of very tender ages were killed.
This post is not to repeat what others have already done, but to analyse the incidence and ascertain whether it was avoidable or necessary to happen before we all sit up.
There are strong indications that the incidences were not only avoidable, but were results of greedy acts of those at the positions of airline safety. These people already knew that airplanes are (by their wicked actions) flying coffins/time bombs which only require time before they explode.
It was gathered that these planes had been considered unworthy or too old for transportation but different funny things happened that made them qualify to roam the Nigerian airspace.
A typical example is that when Ufot Ekaete (Secretary to the Federal government) sent a memo thru Mallam/Alhaji (or whatever) Isa Yuguda (the then minister for aviation) to the President that some airlines were defective in maintenance. Strange enough, this letter did not get to the President until two weeks ago. I am most definitely sure that this letter would have been used as a tool for demand of ghana-must-go quantities of money. Or what explanation is to be given for the delay in passage of a memo issued December 13, 2004 not to get to the President until two weeks ago?! Even if it was being sent by post through the never efficient Postal Service to Australia, it would have gotten there earlier than that time.
In short,Mallam/Alhaji/Sheik Isa Yuguda has conspired with the management of Sosoliso airline in the murder of 109 people all in the name of survival (feeding themselves and their families) in 'this very harsh economy'. His family and those who have benefitted one way or another from his wealth/position would have hailed him as a benevolent man of great philantrophic capacity.
This kind of attitude is being put up by many people in their workplace. Simple things like you not just doing your work meticulously cause other people to be put in eternal sorrow and anguish. Sosoliso airline knew quite well that their planes were not air-worthy but circumvented the law just in the name of making profit.
I want to implore you in whatever field of endeavour to be the best and do your work with great efficiency and effectiveness.
Who will bring back the sunshine to the lives of those families that lost their three kids due to the greed of a group of people? When will all the pains go for the man who cannot even locate the corpse of his only son in the morgue?
Why not make the world a better place by doing the right thing?!
When you take more than your fair share, someone somewhere bears the pains of your action.

Christmas and its worries

Yeah! yeah!! Another week's gone. Xmas is closing in fast.
And it's not coming without it's worries as it usually does. Though my worries aren't like those we used to have long time ago - xmas clothes et al. It has to do with one fellow complaining that the xmas card you gave him is not as fine as the one you gave the other guy. Or even the realisation of the scores of people I haven' given (and dear not do without giving) cards after giving more than three dozens out. And I came to realise how much I'm gonna have to spend on my bday (Dec. 30th), cos I grubbed a lotta bdays this year and my peeps told me they're surely gonna come for return leg. There goes a bite of my resources. Maybe I'll just apply for Owambe loan.

I remember long time ago when different strange n funny incidences occurred around xmas season. There was a time that you don't just go out unprepared (as in you don't just step out without turning on some security faculty in your brain), else you lose ur dick, boobs or even ur balls! For guys who don't wear no panties, you make sure you do security check like every 5 mins to see if ur generator hasn't vanished after a body contact (just about what's needed). The security check is easier with ladies who are quite or grossly endowed in the frontal aspect. Once you discover that your chest is flat, you grab the last person that made body contact with you and scream for help. Heaven could smile on you to get your twins back if you pick the right person.

I remember a story my friend told me (though he was also told the story) long ago about this guy whose dick performed the disappearing act after there was body contact between him and a funny looking guy. He immediately did what everyone had been told by the local TV station - 'Grab the last person that touched you and scream for help'. Immediately, emergency help came form passers-by and the beating began after a short session of story-telling. The beating increased in geometric proportion seconds later when paramedics (those living in the environment) arrived. The magician gave up.
The funny-looking guy knew it would be better for him to own up than to be turned to barbeque on the street in a short while. He later took the poor guy with the missing third leg and a few volunteers to a remote village where those parts that vanish eventually go to rest. It was a ramshackle belonging to an old herbalist. The herbalist was also given a dose of what his messenger had received earlier on. He then led them to a vault containing parts of different shapes and sizes - big, small,round,long, smooth, M,L,XL, you name it. Then the dickless guy was asked to identify his dick amidst the congregation. Could you believe he couldn't identify the stuff he's been using for decades?! He then decided to settle for one he felt was cute (king-size though).
The herbalist did a few stunts and it glued between his legs.
Then came the hour of testing. There was an argument over how he was gonna test and see if his thing was gonna work. And just about that time, the herbalist's beautiful daughter came in.
End of story!

What if...........?

Lemme start by saying that there's no harm in dreaming and imagining what we desire in our heart of hearts. It's in record that most of the great inventors and achievers of all times were big dreamers and those who have a capacity to imagine things which were later termed ideas/technologies.
What if we were imagining more than we usually do? What if we had the ability to bring our dreams to fulfilment? What if Africa, the most natural place in th whole world, was a thousand times richer and more peaceful than the greatest parts of the world? What if you had the capacity to achieve that which you really strongly felt you could achieve? What if Bill Gates were an African? Would that change the way Africa is? What if we had very smart leaders like Bill Clinton instead of araldite-butted people like Omar Bongo, Yoweri Museveni, Robert Mugabe and the likes? What if the GDP of every African country was higher than that of the richest nations in the world? Would Africans be scattered all over the world as they are today?
What if our past and present leaders were visionary and not myopic in thinking? What if the successes/achievements/feats of the developed world were those of Africa? Would you be thinking the way you are thinking today about where you are from and what you can do? What if there are no more wars in DRC, Ivory Coast and no more stupidity in Zimbabwe? What if Africa was in the forefront of technological improvement in the world, would we close our eyes to see other poor nations/continents of the world and allow them continue to wallow in abject poverty? What if bloggers can just do their thing without being at one another's throat?
Then it comes to the more serious What ifs...?
What if you and I could work a little harder to bring just a lil bit more success to our coming generation?
What if you and I could ensure corruption is reduced to the barest minimum around us and in Africa in whatever capacity we have?
What if you could spare a pound, dollar, euro, franc, lira, rubbles, rands, naira,...whatever.... to the things that can help secure a greener future for our kids and ourselves in particular?
What if you knew that you could be more successful than Bill Gates if you just spent some time to give it a thought?
What if you found out that your grandmother before she died willed untold and stupendous riches to your old-fashioned mother?

It's confirmed that the only person needed to change a world and bring order is YOU, because you control your world and the whole wide world is an international network of worlds.

What if you would just do what is expected of you to do, would there be any problem anymore?
What if you had something to say about everything? It's free!!

Help! My ex is a witch

U gotta believe me. It's the truth.
U know how Africans are about witches, wizards et al? I think it's taking its toll on me.
How did I make the timely discovery? Hop on board.
I've discovered that each time I meet my GF, my ex picks up her fone and flashes my number! It's not once though, neither is it twice. The count is nearing five times and when I pick my fone 2 check who was disturbing d peace of this..er..gentleman, I discover it's my ex! A strange cold feeling of fear creeps into me like that one u get when u r watching scary/horror movies. I then look round as if she's got some kind'a bugs to spy on us in the place we're in.
When it happened the second time, good old instinct told me something's wrong somewhere. But when it got to the fourth instance, the shark swam back deep down into the water where it came from. I was hell scared.
Right now, my brain's jammed as to think clearly of what to do. I got two options though;
1. I go ahead and inform my pastor of these strange occurences.
2. I pick up the phone and ask her why for heaven's sake is she scaring the hell outta me.
I think the second one is quite hard, considering the fact that it won't be funny if she really is.
Oh men, what should I do?