Nasty Women: Launching a Successful Revolution.

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The title of this article should not put you off from reading it and neither should it imply that it is against the crusade of women to take over the world. It was titled such to capture the minds of people using the now popularised words of Donald Trump who labelled Clinton a “nasty woman” and unfortunately, inadvertently gave high-achieving women a rallying cry. It also happened at a time when another president consigned his wife – yes, his wife and not ours – to the kitchen, the living room and the other room ( I don’t know what the other room mean but lots of people have been very creative with it.) This article is a look at what women are doing, what they are thought of doing and what they could do to achieve lasting, painless results.

Tuesday, 9th of March, 2016 was International Women’s Day and, of course, it was celebrated with pomp and pageantry. Women all over the world gathered together to affirm the strength they get from being together. I didn’t attend any of the conferences but I can predict some of the hot topics discussed that day to include – The Girl Child Initiative, Violence Against Women, Gender Parity and Feminism. Women all over the world are shouting and we are hearing them.

As with all movements, everyone is joining the bandwagon so that they will not be left behind and their voices – and products – shunted out. Unlike everyone, I am sitting on the side-lines, arms folded with a smug smile on my face!

In a bid to push forward the women agenda, women, as well as the men, are pushing the women propaganda which is that “the end justifies the means”. To these women activists, women have suffered for too long that any means that can snatch them away from centuries of male-dominance will suffice. Continue reading “Nasty Women: Launching a Successful Revolution.”

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A Day with Twitter Trolls

I have the knack of testing people’s resolve by being an opposition. I have the belief that it helps strengthens my own belief system by purging untested arguments while giving my counter party food for thought. On Monday, November 23, 2015, I did my thing by trying to see reason with religious fanatics because this has been a research case study; trying to understand the line, the thin line, between fanaticism and spirituality. I argued my case briefly with a social media personality and all was well. However, I was not testing wills that same Monday, but was staunchly in support of an issue but the unfortunate omission of a word perpetuated by working under the constraint of having to write within 140 characters brought me to fore with twitter trolls and the vengefulness of social media. That morning, I had even skimmed through an article on what not to write or do on social media unaware that in less than one hour I would be the centre of a circusian attraction.

I tweeted in reply to someone’s tweet; “I don’t know why rape – unconsenting sex  – is treated like a taboo and not consenting sex with multiple partners? Twisted world!” Continue reading “A Day with Twitter Trolls”

Boko Haram: Our Contributions

I am lapsing into depression, the second time after my first and only experience in 2001. I have tried to resolve it by changing any radio station that is airing the news that 200 teenage girls were abducted just today in the Northern state of Borno by the Boko Haram insurgents, who only yesterday, claimed an official estimate of 71 fatalities with more than 200 injured. And official reports are always grossly underestimated in Nigeria. How did we come this far down the cesspit of callousness? How did we fall into a deep sleep that we didn’t know that the house we built or that we are trying to build is being destroyed. Calumny, accusations and counter-accusations are now the order of the day. They have never helped us and will not start now.

They say Boko Haram is faceless, is that true? Continue reading “Boko Haram: Our Contributions”

What Does Twitter Really Say

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Twitter began like a joke but is now graduating to being a big deal. It was conceived by Jack Dorsey et al and was launched on March 21, 2006 under the social media and microblogging platform. Facebook came two years after and put twitter in the backburner. Facebook ranks second on the Alexa rankings of websites the world over while twitter ranks 11 up from 12 as at June this year. However, I am of the opinion that twitter is bidding its time and that time is now and at the present pace at which it is on it will soon overtake Facebook in appeal and usefulness if not in number of visitors and revenue. With twitter came information; crisp, concise and immediate at the snap of your finger. Twitter gives us 140 characters to express ourselves explicitly but more importantly succinctly and if you cannot do so in this hurried world of headlines-news-only then you may move over to other social media sites. On the other end of the stick you have, at most, 140 characters to decipher and understand a tweet; if you have mental or psychometric problems then you will also have to move over. Twitter is shrinking an already shrunken world and is helping to translate the ‘global village’ into a ‘global street.’ And soon we will be talking about a ‘global house’ or even a room. Continue reading “What Does Twitter Really Say”

The President Who Ruled From a Wheelchair

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Ever heard of the acronym- FDR? Or of the caption – The New Deal? Or of the president who ruled from the wheelchair? FDR does not mean Federal Reserves neither does it mean Fixed Deposit Ratio. The New Deal is not the name of a musical group or of an award-winning western movie. The phrase – the President who ruled from a wheelchair- is not a folklore nor a parable, all these are facets of one man; his name, his policy and finally his disability.
Born January 30, 1882 in New York to a pleasant and aristocratic family, the young Franklin entered into politics in 1910 at the age of twenty eight when he was elected a New York senator. In 1912, he was re-elected despite the fact that he could not campaign because of a bad case of typhoid fever that kept him bedridden Continue reading “The President Who Ruled From a Wheelchair”

Beyond the Convention of Education.

Gone are the days when we leave Secondary school and crown ourselves with the title of ex-students, also awarding to ourselves the certificate that guarantees our gallivanting around the streets like big boys without a care in the world for the future. After all, we will soon be going back to school, to the university, where freedom is liberal and independence surfeit. The hiatus between secondary education and university education can take between a year and 6 years for some people; for me it took 3 years; a time almost allowing for me to graduate if I had entered directly into the tertiary institution. When we finally gained admission, we were local champions in our neighbourhood, having finally entered the coveted walls of the university, polytechnics or even colleges of education. Our lifestyles, modes of communication, dress-codes and in totality behaviour radically changed within a few months of becoming students. However, maybe it is just me; because I have grown up or the prevalence of tertiary school students around now, the hype that used to surround secondary school students who have entered the hallowed gates of the university has greatly reduced and I hope that crucial matters may be clearly seen now that the dust has cleared and the smoke is settling down.

As I said in the above passage, I wasted 3 years waiting for admission before I finally got admitted into a polytechnic which culminated in another wasted academic period in my life (this is a vitriolic discourse for another day.) while waiting for admission, I tried to read voraciously so that my O’ level papers will be complete and so that I could easily pass JAMB whenever we met again. Reading was the only meaningful thing I did in 3 years! Of course, I looked for work, but my frailty and young face was an obstacle towards achieving that aim so I resigned myself to nothing. If my opinion is sought, the years after a child’s graduation from secondary school could turnout to be the years for future fecundity and not for present prodigality. Parents and students alike wish for a seamless entry into tertiary institution from secondary school but this may be a huge waste of time in that we allow our worldly-wise, but business-foolish children from one controlled environment into another semi-controlled environment. The period after secondary education should be the period where our kids are taught real-world experiences.

When kids drop their pens after their O’ level exams, the seemingly ‘wise’ ones go to look for work while waiting for JAMB to get their acts right. The foolish ones patrol the streets and every social place trying to live up to a new image they cut out for themselves. However, the ones who are really wise don’t get a job but they learn a job. Some parents and their wards think this is demeaning. “How can my child go and learn tailoring or hairdressing?” they query. That vocation could be the best and cheapest investment you may hand over to your child considering the level of unemployment and decay in our academic system. When you equip your wards with a vocation you have taught him/her how to fish and stirred up in them an extant sense of responsibility that is dying out in our kids below 20. The best time to make money is while in school. Ask Mark Zuckerberg (Facebook), Bill Gates (Microsoft), Jack Dorsey (Twitter) and a host of other young entrepreneurs. They made their money while under the four walls of school and discovered that they could make their mistakes anonymously too without shame of being found wanting. Your kids can too.

The education that is being passed to our kids are as archaic as the Walls of China even on subjects that are daily evolving such as computer science and engineering. The lecturers don’t know beyond what they were taught in 1980 (which was already outmoded as at then) and which is what they are transferring to your wards now. They will graduate “left-handed in old age”. Also, the incessant strike actions that the Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU) constantly engage in to improve their lot and not that of their students is not a guarantee of a good life for your wards. Finally, there are no jobs out there and the competition is going to be biting in the next couple of years because 50% of Nigeria’s population is below 25 years. In ten years time, these 25 years and below kids will be out of university and will be jostling for the few places available for employment that Nigeria’s private and public sector have to offer. Do you want your kids in that cutthroat, red ocean of job-seekers? Definitely no!

A child with a vocation will go to the university and build on it. He has a focus and vision but will need the certificate and most importantly the relationship he will forge in school to enhance his vocation. Vocation differ and include arts, handiworks and skills. What are you giving to your child today? Running off to school to run off into the ever-expanding labour market may not be the ideal legacy for your child. Besides how may salary earners do you know that are rich if they did not dip their fingers into the messy pots of financial impropriety? Think of the future of your child beyond the conventions that reigned supreme during your time. Times have changed and we will do well to change with them.

I have a dream… that our tomorrow will come!

I have a dream… that our tomorrow will come
It has become a common joke by Nigeria’s teeming comedians, repeated at every “crack ya rib” event to the animated delight of their audience. Everyone, parents and children alike, laugh at it but foolishly fail to see the wisdom in it and take caution. This joke is a reflection of a great disservice and cankerworm that has infested the rich, blood veins of a very important relationship. However, the ignoring of this jocular but serious warning should not come as a surprise to us because the late Chinua Achebe said it all in his book Things Fall Apart that ”He whom the gods will kill they first make mad.” What is this belaboured truth that hurts so much yet is most ignored? That has been rife in the mouths of I-go-die, Basketmouth and their cronies? It is this; “Years ago our parents told us that we are the leaders of tomorrow, but years later we are still being waiting to lead. It is either tomorrow has not come or our parents lied.” Our parents have refused to lead well and have also refused to pass the baton. Continue reading “I have a dream… that our tomorrow will come!”

Who is Japheth Omojuwa

I read the king who danced naked more than two decades ago and it never ceased to baffle me why people will be so afraid never to tell a king his fault to the extent he will be naked and his advisors will say he is wearing the best apparel. This story was brought to the fore of my mind two days ago when I watched Rome (the series film) and subjects were clapping for Mark Anthony who was pathetically practicing a duel with his Aide camp, Veronius. Nobody could whisper to his ears that he was a mockery of himself and far gone in spirit to replicate the feat of the able general that nations dreaded and Romans loved. It was at that moment I pitied royalty. It was definitely hard to separate praise-singers from truth-tellers.

Just yesterday the twitter world was agog by a seemingly offensive statement that one of their own made on television; Japheth Omojuwa. He was quoted by Channels Television on their Rubbin’ minds to have said that “our noise on social media is achieving more than Gani (Fawehinmi) did” Immediately he got out of set the mudslingers were at work and for the first time since following him on twitter I saw a flustered JJ trying to explain that he did not and could not say such a thing against the venerated activist Gani Fawehinmi. Friends and enemies came to his aid and @omojuwa even got his much needed I love you no matter what everybody says you said. But did he really say what they say he said? Continue reading “Who is Japheth Omojuwa”

Reminisces

Reminisces
January 16 this year, I hit the 4 year mark in Oceanic bank. Sitting on my sofa in a reflective mood I run through the different episodes of my life whilst trying to live the slogan – experience peace. It had been both challenging and rewarding especially those rickety moments when I recall with nostalgia the offer from my Head of Operations in the last bank where I worked. He offered me an unauthorized 2 weeks leave of absence to test the ‘Ocean’ and if I am not satisfied to come back. Cockily, I informed him that I have mentioned my intentions and burnt my boats, like the Roman general of yore, and what remained was either victory or death. He let me go. During my many turbulent times I have asked myself what I was thinking when I refused to keep that offer in the cooler as a plan B.
There were times when it was hell; having a branch manager whom you have concluded hates you because he made every day of your life unbearable; weekends inclusive. I almost dropped my resignation letter but that same stubborn streak I had told me that my circumstances should never defeat me. I ploughed ahead. I have outlived a lot of ogas and undergone numerous experiences. In the midst of these, I always made sure I become better from them that after one year in Oceanic bank I felt that the 2 years I spent in two other banks were wasted because I did not garner any sustainable knowledge.
Churning memories in my mind I remember female colleagues who outshone me in the area of deposit mobilization. Or was it the other who could spew brilliant memos at the snap of her fingers that leave me gawking. I am a sexist; nothing stings me more than being beaten by females. They were good at making me feel depressed. Other things that depress me were cabals (Current Account BALanceS) and unresolved situations. I have had faster heartbeats when I spied my dropping deposits. However, unresolved issues were the worst; the always come back again to haunt you when you least expected. Continue reading “Reminisces”