Month: October 2010

>A day in Baghdad

>This is coming a little late i know but write this i must.
The year 2010 was supposed to be remarkably unforgettable for the People of Nigeria.
50 years of Independence is worth celebrating. Despite the complete near absence of basic infrastructure and the systematic degradation of our educational system.

A sovereign nation at 50 is still worth celebrating. An uproar had already gone out concerning the huge sums of money ear marked for the celebrations, but in our patriotic zeal we felt deep down that a celebration was required, albeit not on the ridiculous scale those at the presidency had planned.

What with the tens of millions of naira spent on the Cake, or was it the hundreds spent trying to organize a military parade and Air show.
As a resident of Abuja over the past 4 years i have been indulged myself with the ease at which traffic moves. Relocating from the near chaos of Lagos made it even more of a shocker.

The build up to the 50th anniversary celebration made things different. Security personnel sealed off several roads for long hours hampering movement within the city’s administrative nerve center. To make matters worse, The free ways that were meant to unburden the inter city roads where packed with those trying to avoid these seal offs.

My case was pitiful, i had business at the Supreme court and therefore could not avoid these areas so for 5 days building up to this expensive finale i was always stuck in a form of traffic i believed was a thing of my Lagos past.

Each days as i slowly crawled in my car towards the supreme court, i thought about the security measures being put in place and i wondered if they were good enough for a celebration of the reported magnitude (based on the billions of naira).

Fast forward to the 1st of October, I had been out till the early hours of the morning so i basically did a count down into the 1st of October.
I went to bed at about 4:30AM in the morning and was almost immediately woken up by my Boss (downside of living in the same house with your Oga). The man had no idea i had been out all night and he wanted me to get all the tires of his car changed as soon as possible.
Despite the fact that this wasn’t in my Job description it was impossible to tell my own Father that i wanted to get some extra hours of sleep.

Off i went to Apo Mechanic village to purchase the tires, then from there i headed towards Infinity in Wuse 2 to have the tires changed (it was going to be a long day).
Infinity had decided not to open for the day so my only other available option within the vicinity was the AP filling station opposite Nigerian University Commission building. I headed in that direction immediately. No sooner had they jacked all tires up, i heard a big bang. At that moment i twitted; “just heard an explosion, that definitely was a bomb…”
Soon enough, Radio stations, Private TV stations and Cable news networks had sent out the story and were covering it live. this was after i heard the second explosion as well.
My family members started calling me soon enough, trying to confirm where i was. I assured them of my safety and told them i would be home soon.

On my drive back home, i began to wonder what went wrong, as details started to trickle in i became more and more worried. What happened to the money meant for security vote, what happened to intelligence reports, why wasn’t the area swept for Bombs and harmful objects before the event?
I posted one more on a social network the following day; “why don’t the Security bodies in Nigeria have sniffer Dogs?” one reply came back saying; “we haven’t reached that stage yet..”

I was appalled, For months now Bombs have been going off in different parts of the Country while we prepare to host world leaders and dignitaries on such an important event and world trends do not dictate that ensuring the safety of lives and property to both the populace and invited guest at least within the immediate vicinity is a priority?

Then one word came to mind; Baghdad!
After the American invasion and the subsequent ouster of Saddam Hussein, rebels and supporters of his regime resorted to planting Bombs in cars and Market places in order to create a perpetual state of insecurity and unrest.

The days following the twin bomb blast of October 1st are reminiscent of the early days of Baghdad. Continued information leaks and reports about Bombs going off in public buildings.

I still continued wondering where the security vote went to.. then it began to dawn on me gradually.
Its campaign season for pete’s sake!
These guys are saving for the season.

Hence the loss of lives and the failure to prevent a national embarrassment.
This day will never leave the consciousness of Nigerians no matter how we try to forget it.



>This is just an introduction.

This blog might be and might not be consistent… it might not be the most entertaining or insightful,

but it promises to be unbiased and scathing.
In these times of uncertainty and internal upheaval i feel words have to be spoken with the same venom and bite that our fore fathers possessed during the struggle for independence and self governance.

I create this blog not entirely for personal gain, but as a means of expressing the many thoughts i have had on governance and leadership.

One of our aspiring presidential candidates stated that the youth of this nation are not ready to lead.

That statement felt like an insult.

I feel their time has gone and its now ours.

in what ever way we can, we have a responsibility to this nation, no matter how tribalised or religiously polarized they say we are.

For 50 years we have existed as a nation… in fragility and and uneasiness. Now the whole country has seen the truth, leadership is not earned, it is zoned.

These and many more issue are what i hope will stimulate this platform which i hope will grow to a focal point of discourse and intellectual stimulation.

Hopefully one day leading to a new sense of enlightenment amongst the youth of this great nation.

We cannot turn our head and ignore anymore, we cannot tell our selves that those to blame are in power. We must raise our voices and demand change and accountability.

I encourage you all to take a moment to think about these very words.

We shouldn’t wait for our own kids to ask us what we have done to make things different.

Lets work, talk and aspire for Change.

>The Judas Effect.

>Friend ship is a funny aspect of life. We all have our distinct and dare I say peculiar ways of navigating.

Tonight I confess I’m bitter and vexed. I experienced a sour aspect of friendship I pray we all do not encounter. That which makes those who have experienced such similar encounters bite their lips so hard, they taste the blood.

Betrayal. So true and so real. Starkly available for those unassuming.

Yes, I feel betrayed. By someone I risked trusting. Someone I hoped would prove all else wrong.
Now I have become another recurring statistic.
“How many of you have been betrayed by a loved one or friend?” And my hand would go up almost immediately if I was to be honest with myself.

I’m a very loyal person. And what makes it worse is, I demand almost equally the same in kind. Though I have come to expect that such a thing is not possible.

But here is someone who I expected a whole lot from. Who I believed valued a friend ship long nurtured.

And in one fell swoop he turned his back on me and let the vultures circle.

I feel anger, pain, disgust and sadness.
He has played his part in the life lessons I must learn.
And today, after weeks of denial and prodding. I finally burst with all the available emotions.

“Guy, I was loyal to you as a brother, I regarded you with the utmost respect, but your actions proved to me that you are just…. Human.”

I rest my case.

It is finished…
I hope the 30 pieces of silver buy you more than a field.
Doubt if you’d hang yourself sef.



OK OK…. its not twitter’s fault this time. Its work oh… about 3 weeks into the new job and things are happening.

Got my first verbal warning from the boss bout 2 days ago, and trust me, it wasn’t about my work. Predictably it was about my manner of reporting.

Apparently he expects me to be back at the office by 5:00pm to give him a status report of my daily activities.
*blank stare* I’m looking at him like, oga, you’ve got an i Phone with Internet facilities as well as a Black Berry with BIS, an e-mail address. and you expect me to always come back to the office by 5 o’ clock.

hmmmm…. i never get power.

But all in all its a good life, I get up like i usually do, i get dressed for work and head downstairs to the office. The uncertainties keep me excited.
I always head out with a positive view and my to- do list.

And it seems like Chairman knows I’m not putting APL in my long term plans.

The humorous side to the whole thing is the attempted hook – ups Chairman has tried to arrange.
He doesn’t even try to hide it.. (guess its in line with his vision 2011*).

ooh; vision 2011 means that AT least one of the three of us must be having a wedding by this time next year.
Na the man know oh….

I’m staying away from woman wahala for now (except for Choc _The_Ripper).

The other good news is Elow came in last week and we had a ball throughout. For the first time in almost a year i had all my Eggz in one basket.
it was Eggz style chilling all the way, which culminated in the small shindig we had at Mr. Capable’s madam’s house and lets just say the guys did a little bit of choreography……

From there we moved on to our new office (Stadia)and then on to Aqua.
I’m proud to say that we all have HOs or other ailments to show for a night alcoholically well spent.

SBB didn’t hear his alarm go off this morning, Mr. Capable had too be pummeled awake, and Chairman thought it fit to wake me up an hour and a half after i finally went to bed. The only people who got off easy were Mystery & Phoenix.

Now the problem i have is getting back to sleep. My restless mind won’t let me.

Well, in other news, the bomb attacks near eagles square almost ruined the Nigeria at 50 celebrations. The saddest thing about the whole tragedy is the quick finger pointing and the unguarded statements being made.

I have expressed my displeasure at the lack of professionalism shown by both public servants and Security Operatives in Government,but this past week has seen far more lows.

I’ll save all that for another post.

My parting shot is;

Who ever thinks voting for IBB is a good idea should get off this blog… “Short term memory span having pant”
mean while, go check out my boy’s blog i dey manage the boy (my Guy my G)

as always…. Deuces!