Election Day Decision

As we go to the polling booths today,we as the electorate have the opportunity to decide what happens for the next four years. Who is going to lead us, a fulani man with a track record of semi autocratic rule or the supposedly lecturer who could not do any significant thing for the last four years or the third option who although she could be a good choice, she is coming out under a party that is so powerless that everybody has already written her off. Personally, I am still on the fence on whether to vote or not to vote. My confusion emanates from the fact that we practically have only two options the supposedly lecturer and the fulani man. I cannot vote for the supposedly lecturer because his four years administration did not have any positive impact whatsoever on my life or the people around me. I cannot vote for the fulani man because he is a fulani man and I think he is too old to become the president of FRN for the next four years and possibly another four years. Also he had been a president before and should not clamour to come out again if he isn't coming out for some clandestine reasons.
I may end up voting for KOWA party, but my vote for them wouldn't be of any consequence because I am very sure that 'the NIgeria factor' would make it impossible for their candidate to win.
Among these three candidates, I know I would never vote the fulani man. I would rather have any of the other two candidates to win.
Be that as it may, I hope and pray for a violent free and fair election today. I hope that whatever would be the result would be a true reflection of the decision of the electorate.

On a less serious note; WHY THE FULANI MAN MUST NOT WIN
I want to ask, if the fulani man should win, will the fulani man's wife make Nigerians laugh and forget their sorrows like the incumbent first lady does? This woman has increased the life span of an average Nigerian.
Examples of her "award winning speeches" include:
1* Nigeria is a great CONTINENT.
2* My husband and Sambo IS good people.
3* I rather KILL myself than commit SUICIDE.
4* My fellow widows.
5* I travelled to abroad to rest in peace.
6* My husband is the best couple on earth.
7* The doctors are responding to treatment.
8* For those who said I speech bad English, I left them for God.
9* Ojukwu is dead, but his Manhood still lives on.
10* Na only you waka come?
11* Chai ! Chai !! Chai !!! This blood we are "sharing"
12* diaris God o...
13* on behalf of N2million I donate my family.
14*To all those who think my husband has failed, I have a question for you. When a child fails an exam, isn't the child supposed to be repeated?
Let us vote the fulani out because His wife cannot make us laugh like the incumbent first lady.

Married Female Teacher Convicted For Having Sex with Her Students

A married female teacher, Erica Lynne Mesa, faces a 22-year
stretch in prison after she was convicted for having sex with
four of her students one after the other, with the boys lining
up to await their turns.
The 28-year-old Mesa who taught Mathematics at Colonial
Forge High School in Virginia, USA, pleaded guilty to two
counts of electronic solicitation of a minor and two
misdemeanor counts of contributing to the delinquency of a
minor.
According to the Stafford County Sheriff’s Office, rumors
circulated at the school about the teacher having sex with
students before the school then received an anonymous tip
about Mesa, and the police were called.
She admitted to having sex with 4 students because it made
her feel ‘attractive and wanted.’
Mesa told police that she had sex with one student in her car
in a public parking lot on his 18th birthday.
Mesa also told police that she had sex with teens at her
home when her husband was away. She said that she made
a boy wait his turn in her basement while she had sex with
another boy.

At Least 142 Dead As Airbus Crashes In France

PARIS -- The French newspaper La Provence says an Airbus plane with at
least 142 passengers, two pilots and four flight attendants on board has
crashed in the Alps region.
The Germanwings flight was traveling from Barcelona to Dusseldorf when
it crashed between Digne et Barcelonnette, the paper said. It cited French
civil aviation authorities for the number of people.
Airbus said it is aware of the reports of a crash but could not confirm.
The French president said there are likely 'no survivors' in the crash.

Kill,switch

She called Emeka on phone, saying she have done something very bad to him. He asked her 'how bad'? She said, 'extremely bad'.
She said,'baby promise me you would forgive me, promise me that even if you don't want us to continue this relationship, you would forgive me'. Emeka asked her,'how do u expect me to make promises of forgiveness when I am yet to know what you have done'?
He told her, 'just tell me what you have done, then I would know how and if I would forgive you'. 'just say what it is ok'.
She didn't talk for some while, she was contemplating if it is necessary for her to still tell him. What if he breaks up with her after hearing what she had done? But then she thought about what could be the worst scenario, at most Emeka would be mad and decide to call it quits to their eight month old relationship. Emeka has made her understand that maybe their is love in this world. So if not for anything, she owes him that respect of telling him what happened.
She is having a terrible toothache too, the toothache is really disturbing her. But to her, that's the pains she have to bear for what she had done, she have decided not to take any sort of medication so that the pains would be a sort of punishment for the bad thing she have done.
At this instance, Emeka realised that the call has been going on for a while but she have not said anything . He asked 'are you still there'?
'yeah am here, I have toothache'.
'Is that what you wanted to tell me' Emeka asked her.
'No' she said.
'Ngwaa go on dear, just tell me what it is. I could be mad but I won't kill you'. 'In fact, I can't kill you'.
'Tell me that you love me, tell me. Even if for the last time' she begged him.
Emeka thought about it, and reluctantly told her that he loves her. He just wants her to say what she have done this time around.
'I love you, I really do love you' he said to her.
Then, she dropped the bombshell. She said what Emeka had been suspecting would be what she is going to say, she said ' I had sex with another man today, I have lost your respect, I don't deserve your love again'.
'How did it happen'? Emeka asked her.
'That money I asked you about, I asked this man for it, he told me to come and take it'. 'I went to his house, we had sex, I totally regret it'.
'Please, forgive me but I don't think I deserve to be your girlfriend again', she said.
'Did the man give you the promised money after the act'? Emeka asked her.
'Nope', she said.
'You know what, just call me in the evening so that we would talk about this, I am not in the right frame of mind to talk about this now'.
'OK,but are you angry with me', she asked Emeka.
'Nope, I am happy, I am extremely happy that you fucked another guy', Emeka said and then cut the call.

When he cut the call, so many thoughts began creeping in into his mind. So this girl could do this to me, he thought. Did this said man even use condom? What styles did he use on her? So this girl can go to any extent just because of money, maybe I have not been doing it very well to her. Maybe she isn't serious about this,maybe it didn't really happen. Maybe when I call her, she would tell me that she just wanted to test me. Emeka was devastated, angry and also shocked about what had happened. What does this man look like, is he more handsome? Is he a student or a worker? Is he more masculine? Emeka decided to call her back and ask her about the man, he needed to see what the man looks like. He took out his cell and called her back. She picked in an instant.
'What does this man do for a living'? he asked her.
'He is a politician, according to what he told me' She answered.
'Send me his number now', Emeka told her.
'What do you want to do, Emeka please don't do anything drastic'. She pleaded with him.
'Just send me the number', ok.
'Ok' she said.
'Send it via whatsapp', Emeka told her.
Emeka cut the call and checked his whatsapp to see when she would send the contact. After some minutes, she sent the man's number. Immediately, Emeka copied out the man's number on a paper and then added the number to his contact. This way the man's whatsapp would automatically be in his phone. After saving the number, he checked the whatsapp and saw the man's picture.
The man would be in his early thirties, a little bit heavy set and pot bellied. Emeka was totally disappointed, so because of money my so called girlfriend had sex with this man, he thought. He was infuriated by the fact that this particular girl is someone he had been spending money on. Just that this time he doesn't have. It then mean that if he should end up getting married to this type of girl, she would ditch him for another man if he ever have any sort of financial difficulty. So this girl can't be trusted. He remembers that he had one day pleaded with girl, explaining to her that the worst thing she could do to him is to have sex with another man. He said this because he knows that something like that would totally hurt his ego. He remembered when he started having interest on the girl, what friends were telling him about the girl. The gory, immoral stories they told him about her. But he thought that maybe if he show her some real love she would be willing to drop her bad ways and turn for the good. He believed that the problem she had was inferiority complex, not believing in herself. She is extremely beautiful and she shouldn't have any sort of inferiority whatsoever. He remembered that he had been having sex without protection with this girl, in order to make her understand his level of trust on her. He had been taking risks with his life. What if he gets STD from her? What if he contacts HIV/AIDs? How is he even sure that this man used condom.
He decided to send her a message, he wants to see her ASAP. He typed a message for her on whatsapp, 'I want 2 see u 2Mao'.
'I don't AV money to cum' she replied.
'I don't care,just that I want to see you 2Mao' Emeka typed.
'I will try and cum, please I will', she replied.

The next day, Mandy went to Emeka's self con room. On getting there, she saw him watching movie on his laptop. A friend of his was also there. She greeted the friend, went to where Emeka was seated and stood beside him. He gestured to her to get seated. She sat down, within her she was wondering, what is he going to do to me. Would he break up with her? Would he beat me up, No, he is not going to do that. She knows that Emeka is too cool to beat a girl. He may not even have the heart to beat her. She was just looking at him as he sat engrossed in the movie. He is very handsome, and he is equally intelligent. Why did I even do this? She asked herself. I am no longer worthy of him she thought. Then Emeka still looking at the laptop screen held her hands, stroked them in a way that sent sensations down her spine. She cannot understand how someone's touch can be so magical.
At this point, Emeka's friend left the room. As if Emeka was just waiting for him to leave. He paused the movie, then looked at her the first time that morning. She had to duck the gaze, she can't bear looking directly at Emeka. So she turned her face towards another direction.
Emeka looked her over, she is still strikingly beautiful. He pushed her closer to himself and said to her, 'now tell me everything that happened and how it happened'.
She thought about it, should she tell him what really happened or should she tell him the other version she cooked up while in the bus coming to Emeka's place? She decided to tell him the new version, the version she made up in the bus.
'This man phoned me, he had been chyking me for a very long time now. So he phoned me and was begging me that I should try and see him. He said he likes me so much'.
'Wait, where do you know the man from'? Emeka asked her.
'I knew the man like two years ago'
'I didn't ask when, I asked you where'? Emeka objected.
'I cannot remember where, but I know it's like two years ago', Mandy answered.
'So you are saying that you can't remember where you met the man you fucked', Emeka said.
Mandy ignored the statement and continued with her story.
'So when he said that he likes me so much, I said to him that if he wants to see me that he should help me with some money because I am in dire need of money. He asked me how much, I told him ten thousand naira. He said that money is not his problem. That he just wants us to meet up, that he would give me any amount that I want. He said I should come that evening. I told him that it won't be possible that evening, that maybe tomorrow I would come around and he would give me the money. He told me that he would be attending a meeting the next morning so maybe when I come I should collect the money from the man that owns a shop in front of his house'.
'How come, do you know his place'? Emeka asked.
'Yeah, when I was doing my JAMB lessons, I've seen him going in and coming out from a particular compound', Mandy answered.
'When I got to his house that morning to collect the money, I saw him in front of the compound. In the shop he said I should come and collect the money. He told me that since he still around, he had not given the money to the man. He said that I should follow him upstairs so that he would give me the money. When we got in, he started touching me somehow, telling me that I am very beautiful. That he wants to marry me. I told him that I am not yet ready for marriage. He said that he loved me the first time he set his eyes on me. That I should give him chance in my life that he would give me anything I want. I told him that he should just give me the money we discussed. At this point, he went and locked the door and told me that if I don't want to let him touch me, he would do it to me by force. He held me very tight to himself, and started moving his hands round my boobs. I pushed him away, he scampered towards me and tore my trousers. At this point I started shouting, he then used me'.
'So he forcefully fucked you in his sitting room', Emeka asked.
'Nope, he carried me to his bedroom,that's where he did the act'.
'But you didn't tell me he carried you to his bedroom, when you were telling the story',Emeka added. 'And are you saying that he forcefully had sex with you'? 'Why didn't anybody hear you when you were shouting, why didn't you run away, why did you follow him upstairs'?
Within him, Emeka knew that Mandy is either blatantly telling a bunch of lies or she is withholding some details from him. And he needs to get the whole story, he need to have a clear picture of what ensued before he could apportion blames and punishment.
He drew Mandy closer to himself, kissed her and said to her ' I want to be sure that I won't be pursuing an innocent man, I want to be sure that when you get to the police station that you can tell them exactly what you have told me. I want to be sure that you can tell them what you have told me at the court. So I need you to tell me the truth and nothing but the truth'.
Mandy was looking at him, she knew that he is very serious about this. She thinks it would be better to just tell him the truth. So that if he wants to do something he would know what to do. Saying the truth may even make him forgive her.
'OK I lied small, lemme tell you how it really happened', she said.
'Tell me, just tell me the truth, i nu go', Emeka told her.
'What actually happened was that when we got upstairs, the man said he loves me so much. He said that if I want him to give me the money, that I should make him release. He said that if I could make him ejaculate he would just give me the money and I will go. As he was saying this, he removed his shorts and said that I should stroke his penis so that he would release. I started stroking his penis, he said that I should try harder, I started sucking the penis. After some while, he couldn't release, so he said that we should go to the bedroom so that he would lie down on the bed. Inside the room, I gave him blow-job for some while. He told me that I should remove my clothes so that he could touch me, and that way it would help him release. He started dragging my trousers, I told him that instead of forcing me that I would remove it for him. I pulled off my trousers and my pants. He said he wants to have sex with me that in no time he would release and I would take the money and go. I told him that he must use condom, he said that it is not a problem that he has condoms in the house. He pulled a condom and we did it. But after doing it, I asked him about the money, he said that I should accompany him in the car to Awka so that he would go to the bank and give me the money. I told him that that wasn't what we discussed, he said he does not have money in the house now. He promised me that he would give me the money in the evening when he comes back from Awka. So I dressed up and came home, that was when I decided to phone you'.
'Emeka I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me'. 'Even if you don't want me as your girlfriend again please just forgive me'.
'Are you a prostitute'? Emeka asked her.
'No', she answered.
'Are you a fool'?
'No' she answered.
'Do you think that I am a fool'? Emeka asked her.
'No', she said.
'And the man didn't even give you the money, and you voluntarily fucked him, you went upstairs to his flat, you gave him blow-job, you entered his room and you removed your trousers yourself. What wrong have I done to you? How could you do this to me? So our love is worth ten thousand naira. Mandy, I told you that you can insult me, you can steal from me, you can slap me, but you should never have sex with another guy for whatever reason. Have I never given you anything you wanted up till now? Just because you asked me for money this one time and I don't have it now, what do you want me to do'?
Mandy started crying,'please forgive me, I love you, please forgive me'.
'How can you be talking about Love? Love is when you can be able to have your self control, love is faithfulness among other things' .Emeka added.

Emeka stood up from where they were seated and left the room. He had stopped smoking since six months now, but it is only Dochester that can calm his nerves. He walked to the shop opposite his compound and bought a packet of Dorchester. He's gonna smoke one for this one. As he lighted the first stick, so many thoughts were ricocheting into his mind. But one thing is a K in all the arrays of equation going through his mind; he would kill the man. Apart from every other things he would do about what had happened, he must kill the man that had sex with his girlfriend. He would chop him up and send it to his family, at least for once, he is going to kill for a reason. Since he quit smoking, he had been on a killing spree because killing calms his nerves and now this man has dared him. Emeka doesn't have any other alternative, judgement has been passed. For seeing Mandy's nakedness, the man must to die. Whatever it would take.

REASONS

Would there ever be a time in Nigeria when electricity availability wouldn't be a problem? Would I wake up one day, without the feeling of uncertainty whether am will have enough money to buy fuel or whether my generator is going to last a little bit longer before giving up again?

Humans are meant to adapt to some kind of environmental factors in the long run. Even some of the factors that are not good for them. But, lack of electricity is one problem I don't think Nigerians can ever adapt to. I don't expect us to be able to adapt to it.
It is a national disgrace that in a country like Nigeria we cannot boast of at least 18hrs availability of electricity in most of the major cities and townships. The supply is grossly intermittent and facilities highly malfunctioned. Amazingly, our government have nurtured this very melee, our politicians are always making high promises during election and totally neglecting it when they later get into offices. One may ask,why won't a particular government earmark this problem and deal with it once and for all? The answer is probably corruption, because some elite individuals in the society are one way or the other gaining from this particular situation.

Generally, Nigerians don't care about the price they have to pay in order to get constant, adequate electricity supply. We would rather have it at an exorbitant rate and then manage whichever way we can. However, in this case one cannot manage what one does not have.
Maybe with the recent privatisation of the power sector, the tide would change for the better, but one cannot tell because in this country one should always expect the good, the bad and the ugly.

I am saying since the reason why I couldn't write a blog yesterday is because there was no electricity throughout yesterday (where I live) and my 'I pass my neighbour' generator is faulty, this same reason could also be applied to some small and medium businesses which under performed yesterday, it can also be the reason why the young guy down the road who wanted to set up a barbershop as a means of livelihood has to wait till be would be able to buy a generator. It could also be the reason Chinedu couldn't type his assignments. It is could also be the reason why Adaobi was successfully harassed and her phones stolen by hoodlums on the street because there were no lights there.

The benefits of constant, adequate electricity to every society are innumerable. Therefore something needs to be done to annihilate this problem because what is obtainable now is highly disheartening.

DERANGED (series)

As I was walking down the isle with him that saturday mid day, my heart was filled with joy beyond measure. I looked at the faces of the gathered congregation, most of them were beaming with smiles and looking at me. Maybe they are all admiring my beauty, maybe they are looking at my gown, yeah Ken could afford it. Maybe the ladies aren't looking at me but at ken. He is very handsome and muscular built and we ladies love muscular built men. I searched enerstly till I could spot my best friend, Angela. She is the only person that knows the true me, she knows my story my history. We were so close that people thought we are sisters, friendship bond two unrelated individuals together. I have come a long way to be at the place I am today. I have struggled to become who I am today. I have searched the nooks and crannies of life for personal freedom, in search of real love, in search of knowledge, in search of wealth. I have found knowledge and knowledge has given me personal freedom, I have found real love in the person of Ken and Ken I am sure would give me wealth. It is like I am killing two birds with one shot. I have really struggled to be someone good enough for somebody like Ken.
When someone sees me, especially an outsider. By an outsider I mean someone who isn't as close to me as Angela is. The person would think that I have always been this lucky, the person may think that I have the world under my feet. The truth is that I have never been this lucky, in fact I have never been lucky at all. I have been so unlucky that Angela had mapped out a day to always fast and pray for me. In her own words, 'spiritual breakthrough is what you need, what deals with you is beyond physical.'
I accepted what she said about me, not because I like being so negative but because fate has never been smiling on me.

I lost my parents at a very tender age, so tender that I did not get to see them. Apart from one old picture of their wedding day, I do not have any image of what they look like. The picture showed an handsome young man and a woman that should be in her late twenties. She was holding a clover of flowers in her right hand and she is being held on the left by the handsome man. She was wearing a white Lacy material,a white low heeled shoes, she had a small crown on her black hair, the hair was well packed in a professional manner. She was visibly excited and happy. Who wouldn't be on her own wedding?
The man was wearing an all white attire, white three piece suit, white shoes. He looked happy too, he was looking like a man that has everything he needs. A contented man. That is the only knowledge I have of my parents. The picture makes me understand how we give values to items. To me, this picture is the most valuable thing I have. I console myself by believing that so far this picture exists, my parents would never grow old. The picture depicts a young happy couple. So the picture may some day become so old and crumpled but the people in it would forever remain young.
I grew up in an orphanage in Edo state, there we are well taken care of and also well dehumanised. The matron makes us to understand that ones key to survival lies in his/her ability to be very obedient. Being obedient in that orphanage entails doing everything you were told to do by your superiors, the good, the bad and the very ugly.
At the age of twelve we were taught the art of sex.

Mothers Day

I cannot really say the reason why I did not write anything over the weekend. Maybe because it's called weekend and am expected to rest, or maybe because I lacked ideas on what to write about.
Waking up this morning, I decided that it would do me no harm if I write something about a woman that is the greatest mother I have ever seen.

You know, though I could have been very little then, but I can still remember vividly the type of woman my Aunty is. The way she would juggle house keeping with other things that needed her attention. The way she treated me, the way she nurtured me, the way she would scold me when I misbehave and also praise me when I do something great. Like when I started saying prayers in English even though I was just three and half years old and was fluffing the words and had no idea what I was saying ( everybody said it was English, so I believe it was English). Like when I started making 80percent average in my primary school; she encouraged me, made me understand that I should strive to maintain that average, that I should strive higher but never lower. She taught me how to wash my clothes, how to cook some meals and how to manage what one has. She taught me 'not to hang my clothes above my height'. She taught me virtually all the good things I know today.

It has not always being rosy between us. During my early teenage years, I was stubborn,and had a penchant for doing bad things. Since she couldn't condone most of things I do then, we were always at loggerheads. Nevertheless, she did not abandon me nor treat me with any sort of contempt whatsoever. Although she was an Aunty to me, she treated me like a son, so much so that I see her as an epitome of motherhood.
As I am writing this, I am trying so much not to delve into criticising the women that cannot treat children that are not theirs like their own. I don't want to delve into that, because I believe that everything that happens in life happens for a cause and a reason. But, I have grown up to understand that their are 'mums' and their are 'mothers'. 'Mums' are the ones that only know how to give birth to a child Mothers are those that not just give birth to a child, but also nurture the child and train a child that is not even theirs in the right way to grow.
In such a way that the person would become a better person for the society at large. Apparently, one can categorically say that all 'mothers' are 'mums' but not all mums are 'mothers'.
So, I am saying that not all 'mums' should call themselves a Mother.

Had my Aunty not been who she was for me, maybe I would have turned out to became a very bad person. I am not in any way saying that I am an angel, but I am sure that if our society have about 40% of people like me, the society would be a better place. # SELF PRAISE

Mrs Norah Udoh, may God bless you for making me a good man. I know you may not get to read this, but whoever reads this, would recognise that you are one of the best women on earth today. Happy Mother's day Mama. Many women worketh, but thou excellest them all..you are the greatest mother I have ever seen.

The nonsense in belonging to a sort of Nonsense.

They told him to try out this man, ' we are strongly behind you they said, if you belong nothing can happen to you' . Nobody would ever mess with you again in this vicinity' , Bode told him.'If anything goes wrong, give me a call and we would storm the place'.

With much swagger, Ejike moved towards the shop where the man was seated eating akpu and egwusi soup. As usual there was no electricity, the power holding company has held power in that area for a whole week. The people had complained but all to no avail, they have gotten used to the darkness. Since their is life, everything won't be perfect but could be managed.
Ejike was not able to see the man's face maybe because visibility was low due to no electricity, or maybe the effects of the marijuana he smoked earlier has began to manifest. Ejike tapped the man on the shoulder, the man did not turn, so he nudged the man a little bit harder to get the man's attention.
The man was then forced to move his gaze from his food to Ejike, 'what is it'? he asked. Ejike told him, ' who goes, Identify yourself'.
The man ignored him, and continued with his food. Ejike nudged the man on the shoulder again. ' I said who goes, identify yourself'. Once again the man ignored him. This time, Ejike was very much direct and angry with the man for totally ignoring him. He pushed the man,banged his hand on the man's table very hard saying, 'who you be sef, I dey ask you to identify yourself and you no wan talk, abi'? As he did this, the man's plate of soup moved off the table and spilled some of the hot egwusi soup on the man.
The man immediately stood up, gave Ejike a very had push that knocked him off balance. Ejike fell to the ground on his back with his legs outspread in a sort of V-shape. The man rushed him on the floor, lifted him up and threw him on the hard cemented floor. The man rushed him again, lifted him up and threw him once more on the floor. This time a small group of people have gathered round the scene, trying to stop the man from lifting Ejike up the third time. Immediately Ejike got up from the ground and dizzyingly took to his heels. He rushed to one of the roadside shops and bought a hundred Naira recharge card and dialled Bode's number it was switched off. He dialled Emeka's number, it was also switched off. Since their has been no electricity for a very long time, he concluded that maybe these people he had just called have flat batteries. So he decided to rush to the uncompleted building where they normally hold their meetings, they would all probably be there, he thought. On getting there, he saw Bode. Bode was standing at the entrance of the uncompleted building, smoking his favourite brand of cigarette ; Dorchester. After narrating the whole story to Bode,Bode took out a white envelope and gave it to him. Telling him, 'don't open this letter, till you get to the confines of your room,we will tidy that guy's fuck up, just don't worry'.

Though disappointed, by Bode's non action on the issue. Ejike took the white envelope and headed home. When he got home, with much anticipation, he opened the envelope and brought out a while sheet of paper. He was surprised to see that the sheet of paper doesn't have much written on it. Then he saw it, written very bold on the other side of sheet of paper; "THERE IS NO BROTHER IN THE JUNGLE". It dawned on him, that he had been played. He tore the sheet of paper to shreds. And laid down on his bed, starring at the ceilings.

They told him that they had his back, so whatever he does, they would come and fight for him. But they all absconded when he needed them most. Ejike was thinking, 'what happened to the oaths we took together', so they could abandon him like this.

They would tell you that joining them would give you some sort of protection. They normally target the vulnerable fresh students who feel that they are all alone in a very wide society, therefore they seek where to belong, where to get protection and allegiance. They are more active during the admission period, when there would be new in-takes in the higher institutions, they go around scouting for the very vulnerable ones. The vulnerable freshers would be cajoled or compelled to join, most of them would be used as mercenaries to carry out all forms of atrocities in the school environment.
Then, there are some that have joined in the streets. These ones joined them even before they come to the higher institutions. These ones are the worst ones, because they were already hardened before coming to school. These ones joined them in the streets, so it comes naturally to them to join them immediately they get to higher institutions.

When one is doing something, and the disadvantages accrued from what one is doing is greater than the advantage, it is only logical that the person should stop that which he has been doing.
In this case, I am referring to students who indulge in Cultism and its clandestine activities. It is awesome to stand for something, to defend something, but it is equally unwholesome for one to totally forget his primary objective of leaving home and coming to the higher institution.

In other words, I am saying shun Cultism. Always remember that in this life, one is always on his own and life has no duplicate.

The One

She is on her way now, how would I explain to her? Would she be able to understand why I accord great significance to these things? If she understands well and fine, if she does not, then I don't know.....It dawned on me that I don't know what to do if she doesn't understand. The last time she was here she asked me "of what consequence are these to you?" that was her exact question, she asked it brusquely. But, the camera, the butterfly knife, the toy car, this tea cup, the watch, the IBM 1980 computer are all individually and collectively characters that tell the story of my life. Each depicting one turn of event in my life. The toy car: that was the only toy I possessed as I was growing up, in fact, it is the only personal belonging I had after the Biafran war. It was a toy my father bought for me shortly before the war. Whenever I see it, I remember the excitement on my face the day father came home with it. The butterfly knife: also a war memento. The knife fell off my uncle's pocket as he was being pulled off his clothes because he was stung by a scorpion during the war. When he recovered from the scorpion incident he did not ask about the knife so I decided to keep it. The watch: The first time piece owned by anybody in my family. My father told me that he received the watch as a gift from the British man he was serving during his early school days. He handed it over to me on his death bed The tea cup reminds me about Mother's motherliness. It just seems right and best that her favourite tea cup should be there in the middle. The 1980 IBM computer, was a status symbol in my neighbourhood back then in Nigeria. Father was the only man in our town to own a computer then. People came from all over the neighbouring villages just to have a glimpse of the computer. This computer made me believe that I was unique and better than my peers. The leica camera: the one tool that made me who I am today. I saved hard to buy this camera then. Through this camera I have seen life, and gotten money. This camera moulded me into an international photographer. These things are memories, but memories are important to me. Memories reminds me of whom I was before this opulence. With every other things I have now, I simply cannot make do without them. The knock on the door brought me out of my ponder, that must be her, she is already here I thought. I picked my smart phone from the top of the 1980 IBM computer, slipped my three rose cigarette into my pocket. If she understands why I value these things, if she doesn't think that I am weird after this dinner, then there is hope for us.