Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Vagabond In Power

How does a thief  almost become the president of Nigeria? A former governor from Nigeria pled guilty to being a thief, fraudster and money launderer in a British court of law. I was ashamed!

How, I asked myself, does a nation of millions, the majority honest, hardworking and talented have allowed this to happen? More embarrassing and disgraceful was the faceless crowd of placard carriers demanding this vagabond in power (VIP) be released. 

I don't know if that was a rent-a-crowd stunt, or just a bunch of sleazy cronies trying to put political spin on illegality regardless of guilt. All I know, is the crowd/mob does not represent any constituent part of the Nigerian citizenry. 

Too often, my country Nigeria is wrongly portrayed as a hopelessly corrupt nation. A monicker undeserved by most of  my fellow nationals. At least not those that I come into contact and interact with on a very regular basis. 

The imposition of poverty, a lack of education and the failure to introduce skill development by government has created an impression within the nation that these failures are unimportant. 

Every day, they see the corrupt living the life of Riley, living it large and basically rubbing it in the faces of the law abiding and honest citizen. Many of the corrupt are sometimes hero-worshipped by adults who should know better. The message being, you can achieve wealth and prominence only through corruption and deviousness. 

This mindset has seduced many otherwise honest citizens to participate in order to achieve certain goals like obtaining a driver's license, building permit or just avoiding prosecution for a traffic offence. Most participate not because they want to, but to them, it's the road of least resistance.

 Being nice, generous and unassuming can sometimes be a disadvantage and this trait which is common place in Nigeria is one of the things that make us vulnerable to being hoodwinked by the crooks in our midst. Another reason could lie in the fact that the electorate hasn't become sophisticated enough and this leaves the majority numbering millions to be prey to wily political operatives who exploit our gullibility.

Whatever the case, I breathe a sigh of relief that Mr Ibori's ultimate goal of achieving the vice presidency within Nigeria came to nothing. Now, he is where he belongs, being served porridge for breakfast in a British jail cell. This should be a lesson to Nigerians to be more discerning in the people they elect to high political office. 

We learn from experience and since nobody really knows what is in the mind of another we still have to trust but we can be more alert and on guard that something like this should never, ever happen again.

With Social Media, Nigerians have an opportunity to expose the corrupt, challenge the incompetent and shame all those who give our citizens a bad name. We need to make our governments accountable to it's citizens. 


Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Bloggy Fool!!

It's tuesday morning and I cannot seem to think straight. I don't know what to do with myself but I know I gotta do something. I know what needs to be done, I also know what should be done and what should have been done by now. I just don't feel like doing much of anything so far. The truth is nothing has been done!

We all have these moments from time to time and every one has their way of dealing with it. I used to fret and beat myself up over stuff like this, but with the years, I have mellowed out and have developed my own way of dealing with such things.

I remember vaguely a serenity prayer that goes something like this: 

God please grant me the courage to change the things I can,
The serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
And the wisdom to know the difference.

It is very easy during times like this when you don't know what to do with yourself and you eventually become bored and then somehow end up embroiled in some palaver. Trouble, 'cause the day started in uncertainty then led to boredom and then to other things. Suddenly, there is excitement, but not the kind you want. I have lived these situations and could write reams of stories, but not today.

I am kind of using this blog to check myself and not make those errors of the past where boredom led to excitement but not the kind I bargained for. A word they say, is good enough for the wise and the best thing right now, is to get my behind to the library and do some research that needs doing.

I wanna stick to what is important, immerse myself in words, so that at times like these instead of saying "bloody hell", I can say "bloggy hell" and instead of being a "bloody fool", I can be a "Bloggy fool".

Gotta go get ready for library.

Stay blessed people,


Sunday, 26 February 2012

What's the Story?

Some reading my blog so far would wrongly conclude they know what it is all about. We all try to second guess, it is a way of showing others how smart we are. In my case, don't! You will be so far off the mark that you wont know what hit you.

Chill, sit back and relax, the real story is coming. I promise! It will be a matter of timing, but we will see.

Music is a passion most of us share and it is one medium I can use to  articulate my emotions effectively and accurately. Moods and feeling that could take pages to express can be shared by a few well placed chords on an instrument of choice. That is the beauty of expression, a thing we all share.

Sound fascinates me, even the harsh, dull off key and noisy have some kind of relevance to me. Sweet, tender and pleasant sounds have a profound effect and a relevance of sorts to almost everyone. Music has  proved to be important to our lives (our moods can be influenced covertly and sometimes overtly) and each generation can identify specific moments with certain songs and soundtracks. Film makers also effectively use music and sounds to heighten our senses in good movies.

Thank God for music in our lives. What kind of world would it be without this unique way of expressing emotion. For me, music has been the release valve that has helped to release all the bad vibes and baggage certain individuals tried to burden me with.

The right time for my story will be when I can detach myself and my emotions from the actual experiences and therefore tell it in a non partisan and non emotional state of mind. The story is coming just.......

Watch this space!


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