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Independent Nation, Independent People?

Happy Independence Day Nigeria!
I woke up expecting the usual Naija comments that somehow creep up every year:
‘What are we celebrating?’
‘Independence Day for what?’
‘What have we got to show for it?’
And the like. It got me thinking and I decided that although Nigeria has a lot to be thankful for and she is independent , her people may not really be independent. I mean think about it – in this day and age, we are governed by our minds – we can go only as far as our minds take us. Many Nigerians of today have given up on her or are simply resigned to fate.
Nigeria of today (and I refer to the people because she is her people) needs to be liberated from the prison of her mind. She is a slave to the ‘E go better’, ‘It’s not my fault’ and ‘Everybody’s doing it’ mentalities. The truth of the matter is that there are other schools of thought but most Nigerians generally fall into one or more of these three categories and here’s why I think it’s tricky to walk on those grounds.
E go better
We all want Nigeria to be better and we pray for her all the time but are we doing anything? The problem with this mentality is that we keep doing the same things and expecting different results. We are relying on ‘that’s how things have always been done’. Well, NEWSFLASH! Things have not been working well so far and so things need to change!!! E go better but it starts with you!
It’s not my fault
Yeah, it’s usually the government’s fault but when you think about it – the people in power are yesterday’s ‘crowd’. Take responsibility for cleaning up your street. Take responsibility for not collecting bribe and going through the proper protocol. Take responsibility by waiting for traffic to move instead of taking that one way street shortcut. Te government is certainly not responsible for your actions so take responsibility for yours first and leave the government to face their music.
Everybody’s doing it
This is the oldest line in the book. I remember when we were younger and my mum would say ‘So if everybody is putting their hand in fire, would you?’ Well right now, I just might 😉 Lol! But honestly, if you corrected your actions and B corrected his and C corrected hers and we all did the right thing, who’s the ‘everybody’ doing the wrong thing?
Great Nigerians, we need to understand that WE are Nigeria! River Niger and River Benue are not Nigeria, Aso Rock is not Nigeria but we are. We are representatives and ambassadors of our great nation so wherever we go we have an impression to make, a lesson to teach. We have great potential in us and we need to liberate our minds and build ourselves individually and ultimately as a nation.
Look at how Ebola was dealt with and Nigeria has been declared Ebola free in a space of about two months. Great Nigerians, let this day serve as a reminder that we can do much more but there is a lot to be thankful for – we need to appreciate the blessing of our nation, go to God and pray for an intervention for our nation and strive to develop the people of our nation.


Happy Independence Day Nigeria!!!

And signing out in the words of the Chocoholic girl, ‘A toast to Nigeria for a lesser country would not have survived this long! GOD BLESS NIGERIA’

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Picture Perfect Lover – Day 3

Its day 3! There are a few pieces that I wasn’t able to go through fully and I’m posting without editing … Au naturel! Lol … Anyway, this is one of them. Enjoy ‘Picture Perfect Lover’ by a new friend of mine. He’s pretty cool and we became friends because of a piece I saw he wrote so I just hadta have him on board! His name’s Jack and here are a few other pieces he’s written – Notes but for now, enjoy this one! 🙂

It was a hot afternoon, precisely some days into the new year. I decided to go swimming at a nearby pool. It’s actually my regular pool especially whenever I feel like confounding the insult of the sun. It’s popularly called Orange Resort. The pool is unique due to it’s depth and width. The heat from the sun drove me  there and when I reached, there were about seven people already having the time of their lives at the resort. 
      I went to the man I presume to be in charge of the pool and I greeted him. “Good afternoon sir.” 
      And with a smile, he replied, “Welcome my dear, happy new year.” 
       I nodded as I smiled back.
      “I want to swim.” 
      “You’re welcome, it’s just a thousand naira,” he said, maintaining a kind of friendliness he was known for.
      I brought out my wallet and paid him. He gave me a towel and I quickly took off to the changing room as the man said “Enjoy your swimming.” 
     “Thanks.” I responded rather chirpily.
     Some minutes later, I was around the ten feet area of the pool just observing the water. As I threw a back-flip somersault into the water, a thought crossed my mind… Earlier on, while in the changing room, some guys had undressed and were about to get into their swimming pants/trunks and while they were still figuring out who would use which outfit, some other guy who had finished dressing and about to go out of the changing room held the door and was about to open it when the naked guy screamed and held his hands to the door. “Haba guy, you wan show my body for outside?” 
We were about five guys in the changing room and we laughed till some people almost rolled on the floor. It was indeed a funny one. 
Not everybody knows how to do the somersault stunt in the pool. So when I did that, I was seen as a “professional swimmer”. (I’m still a learner o). My cousin and twin brother came in about an hour later to join me in the pool. Both are average swimmers just as I am. So we preferred to swim in the deeper section of the pool while the rest decided to swim around the two feet area which is shallow and accessible so to speak to them on that other end. It was fun and easy-going as we did our thing, dived some few times into the water, did a swimming competition and so on and so forth. 

Not long afterwards, the other guys who were swimming at the shallow area of the pool came around the deep area and sat by. As we got talking with all of them, I got to know some of their names. They really admired us and wanted to learn how to swim in the deep part of the pool; others wanted to see if they could cover a greater distance while others wanted to learn how to float in the deep area without their legs reaching the base, yet without drowning. So the trainings started. I noticed some people could swim already but were just afraid of the water.
     I remember one of them asking me… “Guy, are you a life guard?” 
     I answered, “No….” 
     He then looked at me and said, “No need for me to risk my life, it means you’re not even ready to save me”. 
     The sound of that statement made everyone burst into an unusual laughter.
One after the other, under serious supervision and surveillance, the amateur swimmers took their turns in “crossing the red sea” the best way they could. Through all these escapades, somebody caught my attention. She is dark-skinned, with permmed curly black hair, about five inches tall in height, slim and very sexy with a nice set of teeth to complement her smile, not to mention her charming eyes which best fit the Nigerian description of ‘Ajeboh pikin’, and most of all, she could swim and that’s what drew my attention to this damsel. Sad enough, that was the first and last time of seeing her(sobs). So there she was spreading her hands in opposite direction and swinging her legs like the fins of a fish (as her beautiful dark hair curled behind her back) and heading towards my direction. 
    “It seems you’re the only girl around that has perfected the art of swimming” I teased. 
    “Oh really?” She exclaimed.
    “Hhmm” I nodded.. 
    “Well thanks,” she added. 
    “So what’s the name?” I inquired. 
    “Loretta.” She replied hoping to get a comment on the name. 
    “Mine is Chris.” I said before adding a comment ”Your name is really sweet to say.” 
    So I left her and went to the edge of the pool, stretched my body like the athletes I normally see on TV, and in a twinkle of an eye, I dived in like a fish and got totally invisible. I resurfaced at the other end of the pool. Don’t ask me what that was for; you should know why. I wanted to make an impression and truly, I sure did. When I came out of the water, Loretta beckoned on me to come. I tapped my chest wanting to know if she was actually referring to me, and she nodded. 
So I got into the water from the shallow end and began to make some backstrokes until I got to her and she said to me; “I don’t know how to dive into the water without making a splash and I so hate it; could you please teach me how to dive? I see you’re really good at it.” she added.
     I felt like a teacher and it made my head swell. We went for the edge of the pool where I started teaching her the art of diving by first showing her some moves especially with how the hands and body should go while diving and after some good moves, she quickly adapted and did it quite well. She dived in and by the time she was swimming out, it was accompanied by a broad smile that carried beside it some sense of achievement and I felt really good about all of it.
You know how two people would decide to take a walk, so did Loretta and I decide to take “a walk” in the water. It was much easy with the availability of the swimming tube because we felt more relaxed and comfortable with it in the water. The idea was to get to know each other, you know; talk about things, us and other things. So we started our stroll and began talking academics, then family and relationships. I deduced she’s a very reserved person from her conversations. While we were talking, we noticed that two very lovely people came into the hotel premises. They had parked their white Toyota Camry sports car at the parking lot in the hotel premises and the handsome looking gentleman of about six feet plus, chocolate complexion and very muscular in build-up–to mention but a few–came out of the driver’s seat and walked round to the passenger’s seat where his spouse sat and opened the door for her to come out and he banged the door and remotely locked the car. He took her very portable handbag which I presumed had in it her swimming trunk and other women’s stuffs, held her with his right hand and together they approached the pool. The Lady was of average height.  she had a light skin color, had a beautiful set of teeth and wore a well-designed royal blue short gown that fitted perfectly exposing her expensive-looking set of legs that we couldn’t help but stare at. That guy was really proud of the woman he came with because he treated her like a queen. At this point where they went to negotiate the price for the swimming, I turned to Loretta and was about to ask her a question when I noticed that her gaze was unwaveringly fixed on these two love-birds. I wanted to tap her but didn’t, on second thought. I just let her stare as I stared too. They were lovely, trust my sense of judgement. You know how people often say, “these are a perfect match”: this was the best description for the couple. I had started thinking of how I would go to the gym to begin to work out my muscles, then I had started thinking of the kind of woman that would fit me. (No be easy tin o) I came back from that world of form when I heard Loretta’s voice in the world of reality. I quickly pinched myself to be sure I was in the pool both body and soul. 
     I then turned to Loretta and asked “What did you say please?”    
    And she said, “That’s how my relationship will look like” 
     I smiled out my response, still looking for the right thing to say at that moment. “So, do you have a picture of the perfect Lover?” I sounded rather pessimistic than inquisitive. 
      “I’m gonna tell you a story.” she said.
      A story in the pool? I asked myself. This is the best of fun I’ve ever imagined in a pool. “I’m all ears” I blurted out. 
  “Some few months ago, I met a guy. He is the best description of the perfect man. He is tall, fair in complexion. Very gentle and easy going. He is this muscular (posing with her shoulders high to illustrate). He has very sexy eyes and his nose is pointed.” I listened keenly as if to get something really really important from the whole gist. “We met at the entrance of a supermarket,” she continued. “He was making a phone call and looking sideways when we bumped into each other. The stuffs I bought fell off and as I tried to pick them up, he offered to help while apologizing. He never seemed to stop apologizing, so I smiled and told him not to worry. He seemed really unsatisfied and wanted to desperately correct that impression so he asked me out for lunch. I told him it was not necessary and he insisted, still pleading. Then I said to myself, how many of these kind of men do we still have around here? After I thought about how good looking and humble this guy is, I decided to give the harmless date a try. So I gave him my number and we agreed to have lunch the next day at Monty suites @ 1:00pm. It seemed like I could not just wait for the day of the lunch because I felt it took too long to come by but it finally did and at about 12:45pm I was already there. The long and short of the whole story is that we started dating. But there was something very different about him. He was such a careful and neat man….” so I responded immediately to that by cutting in; “Youknow men are generally known for their busy nature so they don’t always have that time for clean-ups as such.” She interrupted with “But Silas is very different, he works almost twelve hours a day and still has the time to make sure his home is neat. When we make out, he treats me like a queen. The atmosphere is just always perfect. The serenity is always that of romance. And he’ll play Luther Vandross’ BUY ME A ROSE and HELLO as well as other nice songs in his collections. As if he piles them up, you’ll hear other love songs like I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU and MY ENDLESS LOVE. I could go on and on and on… The curtains will be neatly closed and the fan will rotate at an average speed making the room warm. And when I walk in, he’ll lift me off the ground and carry me like a baby to the bed, he’ll then take off my shoes and kiss my feet. He’ll say things like, (If I could build a Perfect world, it’ll be a castle where you’ll be Queen and ride in horses with maidens around to attend to your needs). It was fiction and something that was not possible but when I look into his charming eyes, every word seems to be so true and correct that I begin to imagine another world where I am actually Queen of a big castle like we read in the fairy tales. He’ll then tell me to wait for a second, then he’ll go to the kitchen and bring out a pack of pineapple juice from the refrigerator with two wine glasses. He’ll pour me the juice drink and pour some into his glass. He’ll then make us to toast to an unending loving and blissful life. He’ll then look straight into my eyes and tell me how much he adores me.” Loretta, whose eyes were now closed, opened them, and looked at me and asked, “Have you ever had a weird feeling of losing something special because it’s just so perfect?” I shook my head in disagreement. And she said “That’s how I felt. He’ll always blow my mind off. He’ll then bring his face very close to mine, use his left hand to gently hold my neck from behind and romantically drag me close to himself and then softly kiss me. And guess what, his lips are so soft like that of a new-born. I’ll be so turned on that I’ll practically ask for more. As if he went to a school where he learnt how to kiss, he’ll kiss me till my entire body will be set on fire. He’ll carefully undress me and gently kiss my whole body. He’ll use his tongue to worship my breasts.” She closed her eyes again and put her hands between her laps and shivered for a second. “He’ll make love to me till I’ll reach orgasm. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He never complained about anything, he’ll take me to all the beautiful places and we’ll go shopping in all the nice boutiques, supermarkets, cosmetics shops, etc. He’s told me more than a million times that my smile is like Heaven itself.” 
    I then said to her; “If he has never been correct about anything, he is correct about that particular one. Your smile is adorable” 
     And with a smile that made me smile back so sheepishly, she said “Thanks Chris.” She paused for a while looking rather sad, so I asked her “So where is he now? Did you guys break up? What really happened?” 
    She still didn’t say a word; Her mood was gradually changing and I was becoming very uncomfortable though concerned. She then spoke after I called out her name thrice. “IT WAS ALL A DREAM.”

Love One-FourThat is someone’s picture perfect lover! I’m enjoying this so far, aren’t you? Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments section and join us again tomorrow for  our first ‘My Love Word‘ – Its special 🙂

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Noah’s Ark Part 2?

I found this among the archives in my laptop and just knew I had to share it. I hope everyone’s been good though. January’s practically over … Time flies! Anyway be sure to check out Beneath the Smile, a project by a friend of mine and enjoy this piece.

Wow! It was some flood in Lagos on Sunday July 10th 2011 going into the week. It was not just rain that fell, it was a storm. Some people called it a hurricane … Thank God for blessed Nigeria. The only natural disaster we have is flood. And even at that, that weekend we had a glimpse of the true meaning of the world natural disaster. The Atlantic ocean was apparently overflowing … How sick is that? Anyway that’s beside the point.

What I wanted to bring to our attention is how the devil comes to work in our minds. We know the truth but sometimes we feel safer letting the devil take over our minds in the name of logical reasoning forgetting that our God is a supernatural God – He defies natural laws!!! During the rain storm that Sunday, naturally fear crept into my mind but I reminded myself of 2 Tim 1:7 and kept repeating it ‘He has not given me a spirit of fear but of power, love and of a sound mind’ and after a while I felt better. A while later, another thought popped into my head, because with all the end time signs rampant, one cannot help but think rapture is tomorrow, that the world may just end like in Noah’s time. There was probably an ark somewhere. On a normal day I’ll take this as the product of an overactive imagination but when this thought brought fear into my mind again, I knew then and there that the devil was at work – and I had to occupy my mind. First of all I assured myself that it definitely was not a repeat of the days of Noah because God made a promise then and He’s not man that He should lie neither is He the Son of man that He should repent. He’s the same God yesterday, today and forever. Therefore it could not be a repeat Noah performance.

Basically, the devil attacks us mostly through our minds, our thoughts. Many people lost their lives in that flood, some of whom won’t have known Jesus. Be a living witness wherever you are, wherever you go. Tomorrow just might be too late for that sister down the road or the brother next door. And we have to know God’s word because Satan knows it too. He can use the bible against us like he tried to do after Jesus’ 40 days fasting.

Anyway, the main message I want to pass across is always be ALERT! Because he comes to steal, kill and destroy so always be on your guard!