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?

Ten commandments

I went for a wedding ceremony on Saturday & I really enjoyed myself.
It was in an Anglican church & trust blacks, we're never on time. Both groom and bridegroom came late. The vicar (abi na priest) was already brimming fire & brimstone if the couple came as late as 1 hr after the scheduled time. If they weren't present, he said he was gonna join 2 seats together and leave for home. LOL!
U needed to c his face 2 know that he meant it.
Well, I was busy enjoying the serenity of the edifice, prowling through the designs with my eyes when the Vicar was churning out words enough to fill an encyclopaedia. It's been a while I entered mighty & sacred edifices last, so I had to refresh my memory.
In turning my head almost 360 degrees, i discovered 2 marble plates of The Ten Commandments on the walls. I tried reciting the ten before looking through the plates, but I was able to remember only 2:
1. Thou shall not have another God except for me.
2. Thou shall not commit adultery.
There was nothing I cld do to remember the rest. I had to bow my head in shame. After many years of going to church, I cldn't even remember those basic rules.
It's not my fault you know,neither am I the only one. I know that President George W. Bush also doesn't even know many out of the ten commandments. If he did, he wouldn't have invaded Iraq. Cos I read on the marble plates 'Thou shalt not Kill'.
I then realised that Pentecostalism has stepped us so very high not to remember nitty-gritties like 10 commandments.
D most amazing thing that happened was that my cousin who has a PhD in anything in skirts was able to recite like 6 of them. I was impressed. So yanshists also read the bible very well?!
My prayer is that God shouldn't ask us to recite the Ten commandments before we enter heaven. Or else...............different versions go dey oh!. There'll even be remix self.

A little more'll be better

Day after day I hear the soft, gentle whisper of my true self, "You are better than this, you are under-utilising urself".
I try to cope with it like I do usually to issues brought up by that same voice.
Today, amidst the joy that filled my heart when I read that corruption and evils are being handsomely rewarded, that voice asked me why I've sealed my heart to responding to it. I felt pressured a little, so I decided to blog it out & see if it gives me some relief like it always does.
In trying to open up, I must confess that close to a year this voice has been telling me that I've gradually started dragging to the under-achievement level. It usually tells me that "You are beginning to live your life like every black person and normal human being".
Do not think I'm being racist by saying that I 'live my life like every black person'. The truth remains that the black race needs a raise and an upliftment from its present level. So they that know they lag behind by a kilometer should muster strength of a kilometer, and not compare themselves with those who barely have much to cover.
Funny enough, that same voice has been telling me for a long time now that I have much to do to help the black race and people in need. I sit down and ask myself atimes WTF? I ain't Bono or Bob Geldof, why then me. It (the gentle voice) continues by saying that either you do it and give a lift to the people or you simply be every normal person and the rat race of struggle for survival and existence continues.
I have come to learn that this same thought comes into the minds of people, but many hardly heed to its call.
The song that the sage Tai Solarin thought us when we were in high school kept flooding my mind:

I SHALL PASS
I shall pass through this world but once
Any good thing I can do
Any kindness I can show
To any woman or man alive
Let me do it now
Let me not defer
Let me not neglect it
For I shall never pass this way again

Simply keeping mute to wrong doings and decisions are parts of the things that fuel backwardness lack of growth, why then should people not just speak out against any wrongdoings (in a secured manner though)? Your profound and outstanding achievement in your field can also propel people, not only you, to a level of comfort.
Remember your 2 cents (or 50) can be of great significance to the entire issues.
Atimes I ask myself what platform our children and the generations unborn will inherit. Something has to be done to put my people on a better pedestal.
Don't you think that your kids might not be able to stay (or even visit) their motherland when they grow up due to backwardness and lack of growth. No matter how rich we become in life, our environment (roots and physical environment) will determine either if we'll get value for our riches or just amass wealth and not enjoy them freely due to the fact that hungry neighbours will do anything to grab our possessions.

I find succour in Beautiful Nubia's music.

Do you have anything to do for the betterment of the people, or just live your life and go (jejely)in peace.

I got more on my mind.

Efrebo,Efrebo....you go wound oh!

This young man is talking anyhow.

What measure of success has he that he's feeling like superman? Even Superman broke his leg eventually.
Efrebo,Efrebo....you go wound oh!

Too sad to blog

I feel too sad to blog today. M15, Her Majesty's Secret Service, Tony Blair and the whole British government have let me down. They must make a public apology for their inefficiency.
How cld they allow Alams to escape?! They have unleashed the dragon.

Imnakoya has more words to spare on this. Chippla & UKNAIJA are helping out too.

As for me, I'm disappointed in Britain.
Read my other blog.

Funniest blog of all times

Since the day I was born, I ain't seen a blog as funny as this.
The blogger's been nominated for Guinness award.

http://sharpmouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-shit-aint-funny.html

Eldorado | Paradise annex

You know, one of the enjoyable things about wkends is that you get to do those things which you can't during the week. And one of those things I do (though not religiously) is listening to music - I mean good ones. I like those ones who either have lyrics that make sense or those with good sounds that make your ears yearn for me. If I come across one that doesn't meet these criteria, I drop it like it's hot.
So today I start by listening to Sade, then Chocolate factory (R. Kelly), then Eva Cassidy (Time afer time) and then Seal (Kiss from a rose, Get it together) and then I start wondering why my brother hasn't dropped another album. So I decided to go check out his website.

DAMN! The website is just BAAM! True to my thinking, there it was,a new set of cool music. U can listen to them on his seal player.


U can't understand the ecclestiatic feeling of listen to nice, cool voice blended with great out-of-this-world acoustics on harman/kardon speakers except you experience it. Combined with a quiet, weekend-influenced environment, it's a little short of paradise.
I must commend the artiste. His music is distinct, clear and good to hear.

I wonder if those in charge of music awards are awake to these good tunes. The problem is that people's eardrums have been affected by factory and industrial machine sounds that good sounds pass like the rustling of tree-branches in their ears. We don't want no more pant-below-beltline winners in music awards no more. Give prizes to those who went to music school and understand what it means to produce wonderful sounds.

Well sha, if they don't applaud you I do jare Mr. Seal. U r doing a great job. Thumbs up for u.

Ask & it shall be given unto you

Well, it's good to always speak out about the desires of your heart and those things you want as they say. My pastor has warned us that sealed lips connote a sealed destiny.
So I've decided to use every availablle means to speak out about the things I want. The holy spirit might just touch your life to bless me with anyone you can afford. Visa, Mastercard, Paypal, Western Union, Flash-me-Cash..........anything u got is highly acceptable.
First n foremost, I wanna sell Sony VAIO (PCG-8c3L) 17" screen with its DVD-ROM, battery, power adapter,external floppy drive & in fact, the whole laptop....cos the owner has being worrying me as if I'm d devil that put the laptop in its undesired state. If u know anyone who wants 2 buy these parts, then u r an angel sent from heaven. I'll give u a discount price.

Secondly, I wanna get my TV tuner box I can be using for video editting before xmas.

I need a monitor (17" will be appropriate).

Lord, please don't let it be that Ellen Johnson Sirleaf will eventually join force with Charles Taylor to form a weapon of mass destruction in Liberia.

I also pray that Baba Iyabo's purported third term bid (though strongly disclaimed by him) is only a joke as it seems to me.

All these very few things I ask for in the name of Jesus.

And the people say................??

Inspiration

I never knew one cld get inspiration from such an angle. You cld almost touch the determination in the life of this young man. As a driver, most people look down on them and think of no sensible or beneficial thing from them. Yet still, his drive for a better life is impeccable.
I was chauffered from a naming ceremony of my colleague by one of our drivers and I gained what I mightn't have from a consultant. Though the ride didn't last more than 40 mins, I enjoyed it as if it was a long session.
You can't believe the focus in the life of this driver, the words of his mouth shows that his present position is just a transition point. And then I tell myself that I don't have a strong spirit like this guy. Maybe he knoweth not what he doeth to other people's lives, he's a great encouragement. It was then I realise that many pple r more focused and determined when they are at the low side of life. The will to win, it makes us free. With this, I've learnt not to underrate or look down on people any more
World monitor: Ex world bank staff seems to be sailing thru to become Liberia's and Africa's 1st female President (not that it really matters, mine's that there shld be peace in Liberia - either they r ruled by men, women or even haemaphrodites).
Woman on top? I don't care, just make sure it's enjoyable, whoever's on top.And King George seems not to be accepting defeat in good faith (that's rather unsportsmanly from an ex-world player). So they shld get election bickering over with and let's see new development over there. I'm tired of praying 4 dat country.

I'm really sorry 4 dis couples (wedding joy to bombing horror) whose wedding day turned 2 mourning day. Imagine if a prophet told him not 2 get married dat day, he wouldn't have taken heed all the same. What if u wake up in the morning of your wedding and get a strong feeling dat u shldn't go out dat day? What wld u do? Hard 2 answer enh?

Pheeew!!!

Ah yes. It's gd 2 be back after a long wkend and a bout of flu.
Been trying 2 blog but d flu has been crippling my fingers. Thank God it's gone now.
So blog..... blog.... So many things happened during the wkend. Kept a mental diary so I'll share wiv u guys.
First I met an old colleague from secondary sch and we were jisting about life generally. My guy just kept spewing dirty.I cldn't believe how fucked up his brain was. His head needs to be totally rewired. I felt pity for him. It all started when he caught his girlie playing ping-pong wiv a guy in his room. He was so dazed that he wanked her black wiv insults. The overflows of the insults were the ones he spoke when I saw him.
And his resolution is very disastrous. His resolution is that there's no mercy for any babe that comes his way. Sounds more like Revenge of the Sith. Pardon me, I can't find characters on the keyboard to express those things that came from his mouth. What fears me most is that if there are up to 1000 guys like him in this world, then all ya ladies r in deep shit. It will be more than French riots.
Talking about d French riot, I feel very sorry for the PrimeMinister,Dominic De villepin. I've always liked the man. Dunno why, but his name stuck to my memory long time ago before he was made prime minister. It cld be his look ( reminds me of Simba in The Lion King cartoon) or his charisma. I can't really place my finger on what attracts me 2 him. At least he's not mean-looking like Uncle Jacque (they say he looks like an hired assasin).
The main focus is on how the french government will be tackling the issue. I'm very keen to learn from that. I've always learned to 'learn from other people's mistakes, you can't make all the mistakes yourself'. I am charmed by the positive & orderly way they r tackling it. Kudos to them.
This is a lesson to many African leaders and leaders throughout the world on crisis management. U don't go raiding homes and fighting people to settle crisis. U remove the object of discord.
This is what I rank world class leadership.
I didn't know that prevention cld also cause great trouble, I was obediently updating windows today and the screen went blue. It wasn't very funny cos I cldn't remove the update from safe mode. Thank God there was system restore, so I cld restore to some minutes back. Pheeeww...that was close!! But Bill Gates ought to be more careful in posting updates for users to download. Some of these updates make people's systems go berzerk!! And then I wonder why people pay so much money for software that doesn't even guarantee effective security. Well sha, I not get mouth to talk, na pirated software we dey use most.

Live and let live

Thank God it's Friday.
Been musing over a device which just wouldn't respond.
You'll understand what I went thru if u've tried something, which u know ordinarily will give way, and it just remains there like Zuma rock and defiant like a Janjaweed. The only thing I didn't do to this laptop to make it work is to smash it on the ground. I grew impatient and frustrated over time, so I had to dump it to ease the tension.
Don't let me bore you jare.
Today, I'm faced with the option of standing for what I know should be or just let it go (like every normal person wey no dey find trouble). It baffles me when I discover the length to which pple will go in order to put food on their tables and get livelihood. Some will suddenly forget that some things aren't morally right, all in the name of making money.
OK let me explain, 'cos of those who don't understand latin.
I'm opportuned to be amidst decision-makers in a not so small business. This biz has grown so much that it's becoming a nuisance to the people in the neighbourhood. Neighbours have started complaining about d effect d business has started having on living conditions. I cld almost feel the pain growing in me when a neighbour was narrating how he was trying to cope with everything. Conscience pricked me.
I knew I could swing decision to make the business halt. But what about the profits et al was what came to my mind. I knew it wouldn't hold water, other peeps convenience were @ stake. After an attempts to reinvent the wheels of the business to make it environment-friendly, I discovered that there's no way one can prevent the inconveniences from occuring. That did it! I told others I want out.
What surprises me most in the whole issue is how they refused vehemently to give up what's constituting nuisance to the environment. They just won't see reasons to it that it's not right to make life uncomfortable for others in the name of running business. I was stunned! How can pple be so inhumane and uncaring for others.
This caused deep-set thoughts within me in these fews days. If my close peeps can do that, then it must be common in the entire populace. Governments selling guns and dangerous amunitions to warring factions just in the name of making money. They do not care abt the aftermath of their moneyhunts.
But why would pple do things that will harm others just because they wanna survive. Isn't it about common survival? What more can people get from becoming richer and richer? They can't get richest, 'cos there's nothing like being richest.
Some pple say it's common among the poor and hungry, but I've found that it's all around the world.
This message is not directly meant for the leaders of the G8 nations, or the leaders of various nations, it's simply meant for U & I. Why not make the world a better place for others to live in.

If I may ask you, how far will you go in order to get ur sustainance?