Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The men in the federal ministries"
I must be clear about the direction of this text. It is about the real reasons behind the many contracts that are awarded daily by government and its parastatals at diverse levels and in the many states of this great country Nigeria, it is about cash changing hands.. In fact, Cash Must Change Hands
Sunday, August 22, 2010
"Badder roads, Blackouts, Totally disfunctional LCDAs, more properties destruction, badclassrooms and more abandoned projects",I just cant stop wondering!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I step out into this ‘New World’ unknown
Knowing not the land or its people
But knowing you reign in my affairs
And rules the heart of the kings
Working all things together for my good
I pray that you lead as you will
I and I into your purpose and will
The cold unbearable and the heat extreme
From the raging sand storm, my eyes I shield
But still I seek your face within
My tongue your tongue and language your dialect
Even Has Thou compass me as with a shield
I pray for grace to do your will
I pray for strength in this time of need
The year is over and now I am known
The land and its people my friends and home
The goods and gains and expression of expectation
Your thoughts established beyond my imagination
A year of grace and glory you granted
Let not your praise depart from my lips in pride
Let not my pride becloud your glory in me a whole
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
v. Kai*ta, Kai*tas, kai*ta'ed, kai*ta'ing
1. To single-handedly dash the hopes and aspirations of one's nation in the full glare of other nations
2. To karate-kick your way out of the greatest stage/spotlight ever known to man
3. To destroy/zap/siphon the energies of team mates plus 140 million people through unexplainable stupidity
4. To act foolishly, unintelligently or irrationally and IMMEDIATELY regret the action by falling on your knees
(Etymology: Derived from the dreadful match between Nigeria and lowly Greece at the 2010 Soccer World Cup)
"Please, please, do not KAITA what we have been building for 50 years o! Oloshi!"
"I don't care what people say, I will KAITA the multi-billion dollar plan!"
"That man, you know, the hopeless, useless, visionless, KAITAing guy!"
"I was KAITAing until I met Jesus!"
7. Shege Banza!
OTHER MEANINGS AND DERIVATIVES
A term that describes a temporary but kaitastrophic loss of mental competency and faculty.
See also Instant Amnesia.
1. A new mental sickness recently discovered by Neurosurgeons. It affects the victim's ability to think right or make right judgement especially when it matters most.
2. Victims often confuse the game of soccer for a karate session. Its derived from the new word KAITA
Kaitarization is the act of being turned into a useless mongol OR a Shaolin Temple soccer player.
(Source: chichi234 & colomb)
Kaita-Kaita means unprecedented confusion and unimaginable pandemonium
Usage: "Kaita-kaita don burst!"
A highly explosive bomb needed more in Iraq than in Nigeria
Usage: "Allied Forces just dropped the K-Bomb! Yes! The Kaita! Ladies and gentlemen, the war is over!!!"
A one-of-a-kind eye defect that makes a soccer player see another player as a Jabulani Ball to be kicked
Usage: "Pity, he suffered from a sudden chronic case of Kaitaract"
A sudden irrational outburst that can not be attributed to any rational reason commonly found in cows in the nothern part of Nigeria which normally leads to disruption of the effort of others, and total destruction of a team or herd. An if a Kaita suffer and attack from the syndrome In a football match. it could lead to loosing a chance at the trophy
I need more interesting definitions of the Kaita phenomenon.. help me guys
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Putting into practice Meteosafety, which has been developed during a period of two years, in the traffic management systems “will be able to reduce between 5 and 10% traffic accidents caused or aggravated by the meteorological conditions”, has pointed out Juan José Martínez, researcher coordinator of Meteosafety. Research groups of the Universitat Politècnica de Catalunya and the company INDRA have also taken part in the project. Although the system is in a prototype stage, “its incorporation will be very fast and will be able to start to work by the end of 2011, due to the fact it is based on already working technology”, says the researcher.
The development of Meteosafety allows optimizing the data given by the weather stations and detectors installed on the roads, both state and regional owned. In this way, it will help to prevent accidents, and also improve the traffic conditions. This project “implements two levels of intelligence: roadside, notice boards can warn in advance about adverse meteorology. Then the data are sent, in real time, to the Traffic Management centres of the various administrations, where a system suggests the actions to be taken to reduce the consequences of the atmospheric phenomenon on the road network”, says the researcher Arturo Sáez.
Meteosafety is based on already existing technologies and equipments, as for example the standard of the Universal Remote Stations (ERU), the RDS-TMC diffusion or the channel of traffic messages. Even though, in the future, it could be incorporated to the kind of communication technologies known as infrastructure-vehicle, it is to say, that the very same road will inform the car or commercial and public transport drivers about the state of the roads as a whole: weather, road conditions and state of traffic.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Believe me I have made quite a number of enemies today and I had even gotten my foes angry the more just for putting on a football jersey on a match day like this…I know that sounds simple but it’s is not as simple as it sound. I am sitting down here with my friends, putting on a green long sleeve Naija Gear shirt but on it I have an Argentine Jersey. The source of the enmity is the fear of the truth and it’s so so disheartening to see how much humans detest the truth.
It seem so logical for the Argentines to beat the Nigerian team taking into consideration the caliber of players we will be fielding against their team, I am not saying the Argentines will win or that the super eagles can not win but it’s going to be with a stroke of luck if that comes to happen in real reality but from a sane perspective, it is definitely going to be a Maradona’s day. I understand patriotism but sometimes I think we must always align ourselves well with the realities of life by preparing for opportunities that will come naturally rather than wait on fate and hope for results that we know how to get with works.
The reaction and responses of people to this jersey that am wearing today is their real reaction to the situations that we encounter in our daily lives. We see the truth but because of our emotional inclination or attachment, we shelf them and hope for the impossible to happen, we deal with reality with our fantasies and when we ought to be beyond the realms of imaginations, making the things we’ve imagined work, we hold onto our imagination and dwell in it, forgetting that it is only our actions that can bring our thoughts to life. I am putting on this jersey today because I have chosen to deal with the facts of life the way I should, I have come to realize and see things the way they are and am holding unto the lessons am learning daily, using to equip myself and prepare for the birth of the things I have imagine and know will stem into reality. I am reading as if there is no God and praying as if I have not read a thing. I am real and believing God to stick in it.
I'm Abidemi BabaOlowo Oderinlo
I Write What I Like
Friday, May 14, 2010
I recently got caught in myself after listening to so many speakers treat the art of creativity from diverse dimensions at the Platform, a thought broke in my head and I came up with this not so obvious conclusion and questions.
Have you ever wondered why the Lord rested on the 7th day of creation, why did He wait until He created U & I in Adam and Eve?
Was God trying to pass a message with the No 7 or He just loved the 7th day and chose to rest in it?
I guess NO.
Then why, what was the reason, did He just got tired?
Heaven NO, He can’t
Was it that He ran out of Ideas?
That’s unthinkable because He can’t ever.
This whole situation leads to one simple answer, a rather indefinite conclusion in my head…
God as placed in U & I the power to create and recreate. He created us from earth and breathed into us HIMSELF, His Nature, Dexterity, all of Him so we can be just HIM. He gave us specific instruction on how to continue with creation, hoping we will adhere and continue with His great works till the end of eternity but we didn’t.
It was accounted that He left the work to rest but I am suspecting God was out creating other planets on the 7th day, hoping we will continue with creation by being Fruitful (Creative), Multiplying (Productive) and Subduing (Dominating) the earth, but as soon as Baba left for "other assignments while resting", leaving us with the mantle of leadership and all that it takes to create, recreate, produce and dominate, we got knocked out with flattery and went all out for recreation.
We gave away His spot in us, after nothingness forgetting all that is in us, we traded a whole tree for a bite of the fruit it produces, and when the Lord returned we were there, hiding and covering what was never naked at all, we tore the cloak He clothed us with for pleasure.
He sleepeth not nor slumbers but still we feel unsecured day and night
He came back for us but we hide ourselves in disbelief
He re-established Himself in His son
But still we shut our eyes to seeing Him in us
We got the revelation but still we ignore
Forgetting that from the beginning
He created us so He could find a resting place in us
We work and toil
Even when we are suppose to enjoy the spoil of His abundance
We must awake to the fact and truth
He lives and only in us
So we can continue
In His works
We must rise and create
Walk and recreate
We must Asa and Bara
And not just breathe and locomote
We must continue His works
Deep within in our thoughts and imagination
We must find in ourselves today
The whole of Him that He placed in us
We must yes we must
So that on the Sabbath and every other day
The Lord will only awake to our praises and thanks giving
And not to calls for the thing He had placed in us
The power to create and keep alive
NB: Personally I think it’s because of humans that other planets have no living creature on them, by the time God came from creating the planets… we already got something started and we got God so busy He never bordered to add life to other planets leaving them celestial..
Monday, March 29, 2010
Two honourable members of the house of the student union of the college were arrested in front of the school gate a few minutes to 9:00clock, they called some student union officials and with due respect to law and orders, any attempt to bail them was delayed until the environmental exercise was over. They called the college driver, some members of the union and other notable students were assemble with a Man O War escort making a total of 12 delegates and they were sent to the Local Government Office in a true spirit of solidarity. They were not armed and we meant no harm but what we got was more than what we bargained for and considering what we got, only more harm will come their way, ours is just a tip of the iceberg.
Getting to the gate of the local government amidst chanting and songs of solidarity for the unjust arrest of students at the school gate was the crime we committed, only 7 of the delegates had alighted from the bus when chaos broke out, the gate was partially open and the bus was still at the entrance when it all started. All i could do was stand and watch because i was one of the 7 that had already highlighted. Plank and bottles and machetes from no where in a local government premises... ha! We were beaten like thieves while the driver and the five remaining students that were yet to alight ran back to the school to regroup. The few of us that got down got unlucky, the student union president was stabbed in the back, The speaker of the house was smashed as well, the fore-head of the social director was opened with concrete, other students lost their teeth and lips, I got whacked as well and i just had enough strength to come out and put this across today.
We were locked up in their cells, some were dragged into the court room, we got robbed as well and were rescued by some of our colleagues that work in the council and lived around. They heard about it and came to our rescue. Our union president was handed over to the policemen at Adekunle and accused of breaking the cells and allowing arrested offenders to flee while others that were badly beaten were left sprawling on the floor helplessly. Soon help came from the few that flee and more students arrived in four more buses and everything went flying. They fled and we escaped from our bondages, and somehow they went and regrouped as well and from within the local government office, more cutlasses and weapons surfaced for fresh violence. It all got out of hand and the state CID office intervened a little to forestall law and order. We blocked the highway and motorist fled and everything came to a halt. We demanded for the council chairman but they said he was away, we locked them inside the council compound and nothing was moving and we resolved that we are not leaving until justice prevails.
Our great mother Dr. Mrs. Oladipupo (The Rector) heard about the situation and quickly drove to the scene, she pleaded with us and asked us to return to the college with her and we did, she tended to our wounds and promised to bare the cost of our lost just for the sake of peace, and we believed she will. We respected her because she's been a great leader, and we respect you as well and that is why I am forwarding this mail to you. It all ended there on that Saturday but it is not over, this is not a threat. We shall and we will pay them back in their own coin. We know the witness, the Vice-Chairman was present at the incident and he saw it all, he couldn't call his own people to order and he even opened his mouth and ordered that we should be locked up. He will definitely get a full portion of the pay back theme when it's ready. The judge of the customary court was a witness and we know her, she's got kids like us and she will feel the pain our mama's felt when the saw us when it's payback time. We know the chairman, if nothing is done in good time, he will get a personal payback package, and for the thugs that are within, we don't blame them because that's who they are, we only blame the government that put them in place of authority and responsibility when they know fully well that they are irresponsible, we know them and will deal with them silently in an uncivilized brutal manner.
There will be environmental next month, we will go out and go even beyond the gates of our school, Moore road and all the way to Igbobi Sabé area, tell them to come arrest us and we will make them feel more than the pain we felt. The neighborhoods watch members walk the streets, tell them they are in danger, the KAI officials, drive thru our hood, and tell them they are not safe. For the ones that go about in plain cloths, we know them and we will not wait for karma, they took the laws in their hands and we will take it beyond our hands. It has happened before and it was the military that saved us from the embarrassment, it happened again and an attempt to resolve it peacefully was turned to war. It is now two eyes for an eye, the laws of Moses now reign supreme, this is not a threat, it will happen before our own very eyes. We've been peaceful for too long, we've been at peace with our environ for such a long time, we've laid low and laid back for too long and now we must let the world around us know that we are still ever Aluta ready as the days of old. Amala Ewetu! This is beyond Aluta.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Even at birth He knew what was at stake, still He stayed back just for me and He stepped in in the rarest of ways. There in a manger with sheep and goats and mothers love, and yet His arrival was announced with a star rising from the North and men of wisdom trailing its path from the east. As soon as He arrived, He started giving up a lot just to save me sorry ass. The lives of all the babies is age, as many as they are He gave to the blades of Herod, just for Him to stay, just for me to be saved. As if that wasn’t enough, He tarried along, knowing what was ahead, He waited all the way, knowing what was ahead of Him and when the time came He said it. He hitched a ride of pride on that donkey, a sign He left for me to preserve myself for Him, and then He trekked the rest of the way to that dinner, where He gave His body and blood in bread and wine. Judas was there to betray Him, He knew but He cared less, the thought of me above all. From there it was all the way to
Away with Him! Crucify Him!! Even after he was beaten battered and bruised for the things I was yet to do, and for the good health I was yet to receive. Bleeding profusely from the cuts of the whips, He accepted without a word the crown of thorn and the cross he bore for me. The cross was heavy, his muscles torn, yet he dragged it along all the way to
all he did for me, and now His life He gave for me to be free. Now I am a son like him, glory be to God in the highest Hallelujah. Giving Him nothing, not even a reason to smile at me but still He gave up everything for me… Glory be to God Hallelujah!!.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
No be mistake, say I dey celebrate
No be mistake, say I dey jubilate
No be mistake oh! Hay!
No be mistake oh! Hey! ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪
Opo eyan lo ti mo, pe mo lolorun
Opo ojo loti ro, ti ilé ti fi mu
Join now as I celebrate
Make u come and jubilate
No be mistake oh! Hey! ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪
I have every reason to celebrate God extremely today because I can see the scenes replay again, between Onipanu and Fadeyi along the Ikorodu express road on the 10th of March 2009. School was almost in sight, the last bus terminal was just ahead, I was already thinking about the lecture I was missing, GNS… something something taught by Mr. Adeosun. The bus conveying me to school was going at a considerably speed but not exceeding the limits for the service lane and I was not even thinking about it when it all happened. Yeah, I could see a bus right at the centre of the road, passenger alighting from it and my mind was on the things going on in school when I suddenly heard the driver screaming so loud “Brake ti fail! Brake ti fail!!” The next sound I heard was from our bus crashing hard into the static one. I crashed my head into the metal board separating the driving section from the rest of the bus, and my right knee into the protruding engine in front of me. Screams from surrounding and muffled groans from injured and displaced passengers on the bus, with injuries to tend to. All rushing to get out of the bus that as already come to a halt, I sat there asking myself, what just happened? Looking around me, I found the answers and with everybody around me scrambling for the door, I made my way to the front from the rubbles and eased out through the now large space left in place of the windscreen of the bus.
I started thanking God for keeping us all alive although I felt a sharp pain in my right knee, but I knew I could still move with it. I was moving to the side of the bus to see what was happening because it was like I wasn’t part of the accident when I noticed from a splinter of glass that was hanging that my nose and lips were broken, a closer look even revealed more, most of my teeth were displace with one of my lower canine pushed deep into my gum, I immediately deepened my hands into my mouth, feeling for the missing canine, I found it and with some effort not minding the supposed pain, I pulled it back out, knowing that if I don’t, it might be totally removed or get stuck in that very unusual and wrong position. I got some water (pure water), washed my bloody face and moved away from the scene of the accident, leaping a little from the pain in my knee and acting like I wasn’t a part of it. I picked up my phone, called Samson Adegunle and told him what just happened. With the pain getting more intense, I stopped a little, raising up my head I saw Wole coming down from the pedestrian bridge, I called him, he got me a bike and was driven down to the school medical center. Sam met me at the school gate, Olusola Runsewe, Bankole Bukola and others joined us at the medical center, and from there I was referred to the dental hospital with no bone broken in my legs and the dislocation corrected. Friends came around; Sola swung into full action, called her dad, a dentist. I was wheeled into ER, scans and scans and the report came in, multiple fractured and mobile canines and incisors; jaw intact; need a root canal operation on my teeth like 8 of them and splint zinc clamp was wired in to hold the teeth, a few days later, I got the operation done, went around with the metals on my jaw for month, was eating fluids like a babe but I never lost my smile. The rest is history ….
Now you know why today is special and why I can never stop being grateful? I’ve got smiles to share with friends and foes, because from that day onward, it has been almost impossible for me to stop smiling because I almost lost my smile. I use my tongue to feel the teeth in my mouth and believe me, it’s like counting my blessings every minute of everyday non-stop, never heard a reason to stop, am just so very grateful. If you are a friend, come rejoice with me, if you are a foe, please come and dance. The sounds are loud and the music is playing hard, we are all rejoicing together and we are singing out loud and proud sing along with me…
Oseun Baba Baba
Baba O ma se,
Olorun mi Oseun Baba
Ose ooo! Uncountable Quadrillion times
Here are smiles and times and I will forever be grateful to friends for being there when I needed them most. Never knew I had so much of them. Thank you, you are all Appreciated, here are my Smiles all yours.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The week ended in a crescendo of expected events, Baba Yemo’s wedding, Amed’s late grandma fiddau’s prayer and more… I can not but thank God for His grace and strength to pull through the weekend, Baba gave me the much needed energy.
A few lessons that I learnt during this period are not just invaluable, but irreplaceable. I found the thin line between friends and family, the distinguishing factors between you and the world around you, I noticed why the real reason why I am me and not my brother and I experienced the redefinition of “Loving God and not gold”. It’s so beautiful to be around family again after such a long time, too bad Bob Tolly wasn’t around… pardon me if you don’t know all this people am mentioning, let’s say am sharing that part with God and God alone, Baba am grateful.
Here are the reasons for my being grateful, they are more like lessons I’ve learnt sounding like an advice:
If you are in a relationship, let your friends and family know the other, you don’t know what they might know… I won’t be sharing my reason for this, but be sure it’s important.
Don’t assume everything is fine, there are some things that will always spring up, don’t get caught up in the surprise ring, like the boys scout, be prepared
Never give up on God. I know the time is now according to you, but believe me God’s way are far beyond ours and He knows best. Never stop believing, never stop praying
Be diligent… you will stand before kings.
I will forever be grateful for this and more lessons I can not share but in all am so very grateful
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I just have to thank God for this headache banging my head right now, it’s pretty much something I saw coming, I felt it even before the clipper started munching my hair, but still I am grateful; I thank Babaloke for the opportunity to hack down this hair again… it won’t be long before it gets long and interesting again.. yeah my hair grows fast and long.
I am also grateful for the way things dey go around me, my truck, school… everything!
I guess mine is a case of banana-eating-monkey, the other way round situation. I know a thousand people that will develop a migraine or headache if they don’t visit a barber in two weeks, but mine is a different ball game entirely. A visit to the barbers shop and a cold bath, and my head is here on my neck screaming for aspirin or some more potent pain killer, my body not liking the emptiness and the cringing hairless feeling.
I wonder why I went for the clean near-skin cut, I know it’s not because I got tired of my Afro… the afro is something I love and the look it gives me keeps me handsome and satisfied, I could have just brought it down a little and avoid this ground breaking headache, still can’t lay my hands on the real reason I went for the kill, now am paying for it. Trying to figure out the real reason, definitely it is not because my hair got half burnt (real flames no burns), or because I want to make den haters smile… now I hate the guilt I make them feel right now, and definitely not the smiles of friends that think I look beautiful on the low-cut, I mean without my afro. I don’t want to look beautiful, not for anybody, I just wanna be handsome and avoid the cat-calls have been getting all morning with my haircut.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I've been online for a while now, trying to deal with a lot of things happening around me....processing, digesting and outputting... I bet it's a real big world out here, although everything looks a little bit smaller on my monitor and I just can't imagine how close everything that happens here gets.
Blogging for me hasn't been blogging in the real sense of it; it's been more of a personal thing rather than sharing as the thing dey go in the real world of blogging that I have been experiencing on right, left and center. I feel the need for my blogging experience to be a little bit about sharing, I guess that gives me more to write and even more to share... which brings me to what I am about to share... it's about the streets and the laws that governs it. The game hasn't changed much since I’ve been around, and it's been pretty much the same since I left out, but now is the right time for me to get back my street rep... and valuation, too many new kids on the block and they really need to know...
It's pretty much not a gangsta thing, it more about identifying with the people in my hood, the men on the streets, the brothers in the background that pretty much watch things happen while I make things happen. They are sure dangerous but not without responsibility, they are quite not the normal people you deal with daily, but they are pretty much a part of the ecosystem, and a very important part of it being that they provide unskilled and semi-skilled labour, provide potential protection and although they exhibit danger on their own, they pretty much keep danger of the line of everyday living. They are brotherly but not the kinda brothers you personalize, friendly but never with a smile and they come in handy pretty much in times of need.
I lost touch with this brothers pretty much while i was away learning more about the way things her (status quo) so that I won’t end up being a slave or a part of it. I lost much or my relationship with the streets and the oils in its wheels while away in pursuit of academic excellence, all in the process of becoming better than the best. While i was away, the rules remained pretty much the same but rulers changed, power changed hands and the new leadership is made up pretty much of the young guns who were still learning the ways of the streets, and still quite irrelevant while I was around back then, but now, they grown up, learned new skills and outgunned their ex's and are now at the helms of affairs. Not that the leaders of then are down and out, they are still their in the background, they influence the streets but they pretty much watch things happen. They are there and they are still my connect... my skills and experience will help pretty much in bridging the gap.
You can't be as rich and famous as I am and walk pretty much in the shadows, I am more like a burning lamp, my place is not underneath, I am high above and I can’t go around without knowing and living with the streets. They can't survive without me, knowing them now is like giving the streets honour and value, with real love