I got this from Ekiti state portal and I think it will be cool to share it with you.
This is very serious oh! Please be informed. I was really touched when I read this!This is a true and very moving story. How do things like this keep happening? Please read on: A certain rich business man had a beautiful daughter,who fell in love with a guy who wasa Cleaner. When the girl's father came to know about their love,he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future. The girl's father started searching for the two lovers but could not find them. At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come back home in a local news paper. Her father said "If you both come back I will allow you tomarry the guy you love, I accept that you love each other truly."So in this way,their love wonand they returned home. The couple went to town to shop for the wedding dress. He was dressed in white shirt that day. While he was crossing the road to the other side to get some drinks for his wife, a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The girl lost her senses. It was only after some time that she recovered from her shock. The funeral and cremation was the very next day because he died horribly. Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash the blood stains of the guy from her daughter's dress as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream. The next night her father had the same dream, he also ignored it. Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes which have blood stains immediately. She washed the stains but some remained. Next night she again had the same dream she again washed the stains but some still remained. Next night she again had the same dream and this time the old lady gave her a last warning to wash the blood stain, or else some thing terrible will happen. This time the girl tried her best towash the stains,and the clothes nearly tore,but some stains still remained. She was very tired. In the late evening the same day while she was alone at home, someone knocked the door. When she opened the doorshe saw the same old Lady of her dream standing at her door. She got very scared and fainted. The old lady woke her up... and gave her a blue box, which shocked the girl. She asked"What is this...?"The old lady replied..."New Improved Blue OmO Washing powder...it will remove all stubborn stains!!!!!!!!! !!!!! Hehe !" ...I know how you arefeeling now... But don't look at me like that abeg, Hehehe..
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Monday, 26 March 2012
ise kekere
Ise kekere
Lagos- a land flowing with milk and sewage; of course we all want the milk and not the sewage; people have found ingenious ways of separating water from wine easily in Lagos. Ise n’ise nje. There are plumbers, craftsmen, civil servants, teachers, pastors, ladies of easy virtue, music men, policemen, politicians etc. Jobs in all shapes and form abound in Lag, some toil, some just flourish. Some labour, some simply feed on the sweat of others, some live beyond their means, others live on people’s show of extravagance. Ise n’ise nje, eni to ba jale lo bomo je (strive to make a decent living, whatever you do, avoid nefarious means)
Isn’t all of existence supposedly vanity? Why then do some spend so much time and effort on winning other people’s recognition? I wonder o, eeyan mi. Impressing at all cost, oftentimes at costs you can ill afford. Well that is the life in Lagos. Image is everything, affordability is nothing. I was with a baba alaye friend this weekend on the island to discuss a pressing matter, during my time with him, an uncle of his popped in to repay a loan of two hundred thousand naira back to my pal. Seeing me off to the car, we saw some area boys. They started hailing my friend and calling him all sorts of names I never knew he had (you know what I mean). Tuale, baba koni baje fun e, owo meji fun eeyan kan, chairmo and all sorts of other accolades were coming from these obviously drug infested minds upon my friend. For an instance, I was scared thinking they were robbers, but after some few seconds, I could tell that they are just jobless boys in the neighbourhood who make their living on misdemeanours and other forms of petty wrongdoings. My friend baba alaye surprised me, I mean o jomi loju. In my presence, he brought a wad of twenty thousand naira in the one thousand naira denomination out and sprayed it on those boys. Immediately, there was an instant uproar of jubilation, militant style.
Well, it’s not my money, they are not my neighbours and my opinion didn’t mean much. Narrating the whole show of shame to my wife who happens to be more naija compliant than myself on my return, she simply laughed and said ‘Sirkay that is naija for you. People spend with reckless abandon; but should we not thank God for Lagos; a place where you can make money by mere shamelessly greeting people with strange words’. Imagine, those boys went home 20k richer. Some people make money playing football professionally, some make more money analysing football. That is life for us. Well sha, my take, God on my side, ‘ise kekere owo nla’, minimal effort, maximal rewards.
Happy but why ...
How does it happen that sometimes we wake up happy even though the night before then was rough; nothing exciting in any shape or form, but alas we wake and for some inexplicable reasons, we are happy in the morning. Yes I know psalm 30:5, but what have you done to deserve it. Nehemiah 8:10b. But in similar same light, how come you go to bed rich and fulfilled but rise feeling empty?
Well he woke up today, after a low 'last night', and against all expectations feels like a million Euros. He tries his best to remind himself of at least 6 million reasons why there is nothing to be excited about but the feelings are stronger than his efforts. With all the reservations in the perfectly overturned world of grand pessimism, he left the house hoping that perhaps there are some material gains awaiting him this day (although, one good thing about pessimism as they say is that 'you expect the worst, so as to get the best surprises').
Today is 20th March 2011, meaning it is exactly 27 years since his mother's water broke on her way to the forest and this bundle of joy came forth. ‘Mama Ibeji’ must have lost count of the months or perhaps she is just that strong a woman, because, why else would she contemplate firewood fetching since the moment she gets the news of the pregnancy. Typical African woman. He came as a twin, Kehinde was not as lucky, she was only around for 58 minutes. Against all odds, Taye survived, without baby multivitamins, needle induced vaccinations, baby formulas or strollers; all that there were were breath in his small nostrils, sunshine on his tender skin, an unmerited favours all around him. Like the human heart that never contemplated holidaying until death, all Taye knew was work, work and work. Even sleep must have been work, because the mats were not the greatest around and bugs abound.
Against all odds, Taye dagba, he became a man of 27 years of age, all had not seemed well before today, but 1 Thess 5:18. Facing his 27th birthday brought no particular enthusiasm as it was bound to be like the twenty six before it. On his way to work, on the perilous okadas of Lagos mega city, he was hit by a half-asleep danfo driver, God on his side; it was only a minor bruise. That cost him an extra 6 minutes he couldn’t afford. Too scared from the experience of the fall and to make up for the time wasted, he decided to hail a cab because; he already has two warnings for late coming. Traffic is not an excuse, he has been told by oga no nonsense. That cost him another 800 Naira he could hardly afford. What is 800 compared to the pain and strain of joblessness in Lagos (a place where even the jobful are moaning). On getting to work, the janitor had not yet come. 800 Naira wasted; well that means no breakfast, lunch break and dinner, doubtful.
Work today was particularly laborious and pain staking, new stock came in to the plastic warehouse against expectation hence not all the casual labourers were not around. ‘Taye join them, you don’t have to be told’; said oga David, the supervisor; ‘hunger and sweaty toil just don’t mix’ preoccupied the mind of ore wa, of all day, must it be today, I am a top class student of chemical engineering, why am I doing it. It is true that it is not always what you know that matters in life but who you know. Taye’s life is a good example of this. He puts his supervisor (who happens to be the chairman’s towns man and brother to chairman’s 4th wife) through on the basic rudiments of ‘PVC cling film’ manufacturing processes. ‘Oga supervisor’ holds an OND in physical education from a polytechnic that has gone moribund in the North. In all of this, Taye still couldn’t help smiling and laughing out loud incessantly for reasons he had no ideas of. Fela’s hit ‘suffering and smiling’ track comes to mind and this just brings more laugh; laughter, not at anything, but himself. Yeye rolling, shuffering and shmilling, yeye rolling.
Oba onise ara ni Olorun, God works in wonders. The call came when it was least expected, the line was a little faint but ore wa knows it’s an international call and who knows, it might be important. It was Sam Reeds from Loughborough University UK. Taye’s proposal on the preservation of perishable food with ultra violet rays has been given due considerations after 27 months and an EU fund of 2 Million GB pounds has just been granted to the Applied Chemistry Research Institute of the university. No other person comes to mind but the man that wrote the original proposal that corroborated the basis for the grant. A copy of the letter has been sent to your email box, congratulations. Taye, we are looking forward to having you as a PhD candidate as applied and co researcher on this hugely significant project soon as possible, call Carol, my Secretary on +441.... Should you need any more information. The visa papers are been compiled and we will be very grateful if you accept this invitation soonest. Kind regards, Prof S. Reeds
The journey back home was sweet, the traffic was still there but for some reasons, it was much more bearable, he has not eaten all day, but that was the last thing on his mind. He still is the ‘boy boy’ of the office but only for a short time, he still has no money to his name, but maybe it is true that some days you wake feeling happy without reason, such mornings, ojumo ire is what we all should look forward to. The result might not necessarily be a huge cash gift but a lost hope might be rekindled on a quiet phone line.
Well he woke up today, after a low 'last night', and against all expectations feels like a million Euros. He tries his best to remind himself of at least 6 million reasons why there is nothing to be excited about but the feelings are stronger than his efforts. With all the reservations in the perfectly overturned world of grand pessimism, he left the house hoping that perhaps there are some material gains awaiting him this day (although, one good thing about pessimism as they say is that 'you expect the worst, so as to get the best surprises').
Today is 20th March 2011, meaning it is exactly 27 years since his mother's water broke on her way to the forest and this bundle of joy came forth. ‘Mama Ibeji’ must have lost count of the months or perhaps she is just that strong a woman, because, why else would she contemplate firewood fetching since the moment she gets the news of the pregnancy. Typical African woman. He came as a twin, Kehinde was not as lucky, she was only around for 58 minutes. Against all odds, Taye survived, without baby multivitamins, needle induced vaccinations, baby formulas or strollers; all that there were were breath in his small nostrils, sunshine on his tender skin, an unmerited favours all around him. Like the human heart that never contemplated holidaying until death, all Taye knew was work, work and work. Even sleep must have been work, because the mats were not the greatest around and bugs abound.
Against all odds, Taye dagba, he became a man of 27 years of age, all had not seemed well before today, but 1 Thess 5:18. Facing his 27th birthday brought no particular enthusiasm as it was bound to be like the twenty six before it. On his way to work, on the perilous okadas of Lagos mega city, he was hit by a half-asleep danfo driver, God on his side; it was only a minor bruise. That cost him an extra 6 minutes he couldn’t afford. Too scared from the experience of the fall and to make up for the time wasted, he decided to hail a cab because; he already has two warnings for late coming. Traffic is not an excuse, he has been told by oga no nonsense. That cost him another 800 Naira he could hardly afford. What is 800 compared to the pain and strain of joblessness in Lagos (a place where even the jobful are moaning). On getting to work, the janitor had not yet come. 800 Naira wasted; well that means no breakfast, lunch break and dinner, doubtful.
Work today was particularly laborious and pain staking, new stock came in to the plastic warehouse against expectation hence not all the casual labourers were not around. ‘Taye join them, you don’t have to be told’; said oga David, the supervisor; ‘hunger and sweaty toil just don’t mix’ preoccupied the mind of ore wa, of all day, must it be today, I am a top class student of chemical engineering, why am I doing it. It is true that it is not always what you know that matters in life but who you know. Taye’s life is a good example of this. He puts his supervisor (who happens to be the chairman’s towns man and brother to chairman’s 4th wife) through on the basic rudiments of ‘PVC cling film’ manufacturing processes. ‘Oga supervisor’ holds an OND in physical education from a polytechnic that has gone moribund in the North. In all of this, Taye still couldn’t help smiling and laughing out loud incessantly for reasons he had no ideas of. Fela’s hit ‘suffering and smiling’ track comes to mind and this just brings more laugh; laughter, not at anything, but himself. Yeye rolling, shuffering and shmilling, yeye rolling.
Oba onise ara ni Olorun, God works in wonders. The call came when it was least expected, the line was a little faint but ore wa knows it’s an international call and who knows, it might be important. It was Sam Reeds from Loughborough University UK. Taye’s proposal on the preservation of perishable food with ultra violet rays has been given due considerations after 27 months and an EU fund of 2 Million GB pounds has just been granted to the Applied Chemistry Research Institute of the university. No other person comes to mind but the man that wrote the original proposal that corroborated the basis for the grant. A copy of the letter has been sent to your email box, congratulations. Taye, we are looking forward to having you as a PhD candidate as applied and co researcher on this hugely significant project soon as possible, call Carol, my Secretary on +441.... Should you need any more information. The visa papers are been compiled and we will be very grateful if you accept this invitation soonest. Kind regards, Prof S. Reeds
The journey back home was sweet, the traffic was still there but for some reasons, it was much more bearable, he has not eaten all day, but that was the last thing on his mind. He still is the ‘boy boy’ of the office but only for a short time, he still has no money to his name, but maybe it is true that some days you wake feeling happy without reason, such mornings, ojumo ire is what we all should look forward to. The result might not necessarily be a huge cash gift but a lost hope might be rekindled on a quiet phone line.
Monday, 27 July 2009
my dear nollywood industry
i want to, but it is hard, or rather, i want not to but it is even harder, why am i bothered, i havent got any stakes in the industry so why are i thinking that i have the capability to comment on them.
honestly, i must confess that many attimes i prefer seeing them to my beloved ibo compatriots; (let me quickly add that i am yoruba by origin although married to edo, but that was only recently). what i feel recently is that it seems that many a producer or director are bereft of ideas or ideology when it comes to moving the industry forward in terms of production and even more annoyingly, story line. to make matter worse, the critics and so called regulators are putting undue pressure on them to do what is not.
one thing i was thinking was one of the comments i read on the movie by iyabo oshodi oke (ede mi) i think the movie was beautifully played by almost all parties involved, the cast and production was ok, at least it was good fun (a little less than the much loved jenifa); in the comment, the critic was asking what the lesson learnt from that movie ... i thought the lines were merging into one another, again and again i read it and i was like, why should a movie be compelled to teach us anything, for crying out loud, this industry is entertainment industry, what did gongo aso, or street credibility teach us, ask me the meaning of lori le or konga. it is pure entertainment as pasuma and dbang will call it. my message to those critics is that they should leave this movie guys alone, they are there to stimulate our moods and make us feel good, if u need to learn stuffs, go to schools or betterstill if you need to learn morals, i will say go to church or mosque or temple.
Nevertheless though, there are some good stuff coming from there, my uncritical conclusion is that if you want to really enjoy this movies, watch the advertisements, cos it seems to me that the adverts for some movies are even more interesting than the actual movies themselves.
honestly, i must confess that many attimes i prefer seeing them to my beloved ibo compatriots; (let me quickly add that i am yoruba by origin although married to edo, but that was only recently). what i feel recently is that it seems that many a producer or director are bereft of ideas or ideology when it comes to moving the industry forward in terms of production and even more annoyingly, story line. to make matter worse, the critics and so called regulators are putting undue pressure on them to do what is not.
one thing i was thinking was one of the comments i read on the movie by iyabo oshodi oke (ede mi) i think the movie was beautifully played by almost all parties involved, the cast and production was ok, at least it was good fun (a little less than the much loved jenifa); in the comment, the critic was asking what the lesson learnt from that movie ... i thought the lines were merging into one another, again and again i read it and i was like, why should a movie be compelled to teach us anything, for crying out loud, this industry is entertainment industry, what did gongo aso, or street credibility teach us, ask me the meaning of lori le or konga. it is pure entertainment as pasuma and dbang will call it. my message to those critics is that they should leave this movie guys alone, they are there to stimulate our moods and make us feel good, if u need to learn stuffs, go to schools or betterstill if you need to learn morals, i will say go to church or mosque or temple.
Nevertheless though, there are some good stuff coming from there, my uncritical conclusion is that if you want to really enjoy this movies, watch the advertisements, cos it seems to me that the adverts for some movies are even more interesting than the actual movies themselves.
Friday, 17 July 2009
a reply to titi
Titi, everyone's Titi,
Excellent spirit you have gotten, i must say, its so interesting to see that there are still some deep thinkers among us these days.
i read with some babyish smiles your opening statements on this day's blog, 'celebration of womanhood' through the monthly period, it reminds me of some women that celebrate theres too but all for the wrong reasons, i believe that womanhood should be celebrated and that the monthly cycle is a sign of rejuventation and reinvigouration of the woman mind, but for some, after 21 or more days of (un)protected sex, if it eventually comes, it is news, if it doesnt, it will be sought by whichever means available. many through the services of people that are not qualified enough to even be butchers, they call themselves doctors (or abortionists), conducting road side surgeries for the many unsuspecting omoges of lagos. Irony of life, for some other women, especcially where we come from, it is a sign of barreness and fruitlessness; they have been married for x number of years and still month after month, again and again, it shows and they cry. our society does not even make it any better, stereopification, name calling and expert demeaning eyeing ... God save us.
woman, mother of man, listen not to the voices of distraction, arise and shine, be fly and happy for you are blessed and not the forces of human environment can bring you down
Excellent spirit you have gotten, i must say, its so interesting to see that there are still some deep thinkers among us these days.
i read with some babyish smiles your opening statements on this day's blog, 'celebration of womanhood' through the monthly period, it reminds me of some women that celebrate theres too but all for the wrong reasons, i believe that womanhood should be celebrated and that the monthly cycle is a sign of rejuventation and reinvigouration of the woman mind, but for some, after 21 or more days of (un)protected sex, if it eventually comes, it is news, if it doesnt, it will be sought by whichever means available. many through the services of people that are not qualified enough to even be butchers, they call themselves doctors (or abortionists), conducting road side surgeries for the many unsuspecting omoges of lagos. Irony of life, for some other women, especcially where we come from, it is a sign of barreness and fruitlessness; they have been married for x number of years and still month after month, again and again, it shows and they cry. our society does not even make it any better, stereopification, name calling and expert demeaning eyeing ... God save us.
woman, mother of man, listen not to the voices of distraction, arise and shine, be fly and happy for you are blessed and not the forces of human environment can bring you down
a piece from titi
I don't even know where to begin today. let's start with the fact that i started my period AGAIN! yeah, that's right. my river flooded over with nutrient rich tissue detaching itself from my uterus. odd. just oh say eight days again this wonderful experience ended. last night it started fresh. and i do mean freshly oxygenated blood. imagine that.
that documentary new muslim cool was about the flyest thing i've seen on pbs in a trillion years. talk about starting a revolution. puerto rican convert to islam living in a black community married to a black muslim american teaching tolerance in prison, trying to spark changes in his physical community, and keeping hip hop alive. you can't get no fresher than that.
had some pretty interesting dreams. no one was entrusting a dark skinned little girl who turned albino to my care this time, but there was some 'miss lady you better hold on to you hat because its about to get windy up in here'. got to love those people i don't know who keep telling me what to do when i'm asleep and when i'm awake.
had the realization that spiritual is as much genetic as it is a state of mind which can affect your state of mind. its tricky. like watching a good video on youtube that refuses to buffer correctly.
started reading this child will be great memoir of president ellen johnson sirleaf!
femi kuti was on tavis smiley last night. he asked him how are things in lagos. he said "we still don't have electricity, running water, and vast poverty in most places. it is about the same as it always has been." straight faced.
you can't beat that with a stick. these cramps on the other hand. not enough tylenol in the all the stores on the northside. wish facebook wasn't acting up i need to settle a curiosity about something traditional. speaking of which the parental units needs to be consulted. oh well at least i can check update blog off my to do list.
peace
that documentary new muslim cool was about the flyest thing i've seen on pbs in a trillion years. talk about starting a revolution. puerto rican convert to islam living in a black community married to a black muslim american teaching tolerance in prison, trying to spark changes in his physical community, and keeping hip hop alive. you can't get no fresher than that.
had some pretty interesting dreams. no one was entrusting a dark skinned little girl who turned albino to my care this time, but there was some 'miss lady you better hold on to you hat because its about to get windy up in here'. got to love those people i don't know who keep telling me what to do when i'm asleep and when i'm awake.
had the realization that spiritual is as much genetic as it is a state of mind which can affect your state of mind. its tricky. like watching a good video on youtube that refuses to buffer correctly.
started reading this child will be great memoir of president ellen johnson sirleaf!
femi kuti was on tavis smiley last night. he asked him how are things in lagos. he said "we still don't have electricity, running water, and vast poverty in most places. it is about the same as it always has been." straight faced.
you can't beat that with a stick. these cramps on the other hand. not enough tylenol in the all the stores on the northside. wish facebook wasn't acting up i need to settle a curiosity about something traditional. speaking of which the parental units needs to be consulted. oh well at least i can check update blog off my to do list.
peace
unthoughtful thots
I agree to the notion that 'it is the man behind the desk that matters, not the name of the office'. Regarding the issue of state police within the Nigerian polity, I strongly feel it is an issue that needs careful consideration; in fact the only thing needed more than the careful considerations are more careful reconsiderations. Democracy is expensive, freedom is not free, agreed; but do we as a nation have what it takes to embark on such herculean gestures such as the monumental task of establishing states police? I have read some excellent pieces from a number of outstanding minds of great erudition, one of such ingenious essays was by Mobolaji Aluko PhD. what he did was put the concept of states police in Nigeria into perspective, he opines that that is the next and appropriate line of action in the ever so elusive task of securing security of at least lives and with more luck, property, excellent mode of social analysis, I must even confess that to a large extent, I agree with him, just as a summary to what he said, imagine in our present day Nigeria, the government of the past 20 years does next to nothing for the citizenry. Households have to provide security for themselves, mayguards and mopos are the orders of the day. For these households that employ personal security is in straight terms protecting themselves aren’t they? If it was a hotel with a higher need of security, aren’t they providing their own policing? If it was now a case of many houses say for instance a mesh of say 5 street within a housing estate, wouldn’t that be private security? It is if you ask me. Well let’s now put it into a wider perspective, if it was to cover the whole of Festac estate, say the tenants form a vigilante group that monitors security activities in the area, does that mean that the area is forming its own police? Still, I will say it is something like that. To that extent the government of the federal republic of Nigeria would not have a problem with sectional policing, but when it comes to all of Lagosians saying they want to be able to protect themselves, the government of the day would not want to hear a word of it.
They (the FGN) to me have their own basis for the rejection, one of which is that there would be too much power in the hands of the incumbent governor of the state and so it will be difficult to change power fairly. Excellent point. Another issue is the matter of funding, where would the states get their funds from, as it stands, some states are still struggling to pay their basic workforce, if they add police to their budget, it will be unbearable.
From my own point of view, the whole of Nigeria is very volatile at the moment; there is no state that can boast of a standard level of any basic human need, so any states that can achieve close to bearable level of minimum requirements will reap massive investment drive towards itself. If a state is judged as the safest in the country, that state will reap the benefits of that even inward investments wise. Why can’t we be allowed to provide security for ourselves, let the governors appoint their own commissioners of police, that to me will be the full democracy, why would the governor of Ogun have to have a Warri man on his cabinet as commissioner for police? In that case, every other commissioner has state agenda, but the police commissioner would be on federal agenda. If a state recruits and manages its police, the local residents will have more voice in the stakes in the state, the locals will know who their chief police officer is, his or past achievements and record will speak for him or her and posterity will remember them in a different kind of way. Firstly, I don’t think a state police chief will be able to steal as much as N19 Billion and get just 6 months in jail for it, also I don’t think my friend’s uncle who happen to be from my home town will be so confident to collect N20 from me as a taxi driver just because I am driving my car on government road. The police will be more accountable to the people, because of their relatively smaller sizes; it will be much easier for them to be monitored and managed. The performing states will be named so is the least performing states. In that way, there will be a sense of benchmarking between all the states in the federation, lives will at least be safer, pressure will be put on the governors to make every move to drive down the crime figures in their states. A good example will the UK government, every now and again, the department for communities and local government (former office of the deputy prime minister) publishes the crime figures and so everyone know the no go areas of the nation. Community policing like any other kinds of policing is not cheap but at least it has been proven to be effective. This does not in any way mean that I propose an undermining of the federal police idea, what I believe in is that there should still be some of the much needed mobile police squad (although, I keep thinking that is there a kind of police that shouldn’t be mobile) and some other elite squads as needed. At least these elite squads will cut across state boundaries and they will serve as the binding force between all the state police sections in the country. Without the elite squads, it will be impractical to manage the state squads, I can only imagine a situation whereby a gang of robbers escapes a chase from ogun state police force into lagos, in that scenario, the ogun police will have to retreat because they haven’t got jurisdiction to enter into lagos and even if they manage to radio the force in lagos, they wouldn’t really be obliged to continue the pursuit because it is not so much of their immediate problem… more to come
They (the FGN) to me have their own basis for the rejection, one of which is that there would be too much power in the hands of the incumbent governor of the state and so it will be difficult to change power fairly. Excellent point. Another issue is the matter of funding, where would the states get their funds from, as it stands, some states are still struggling to pay their basic workforce, if they add police to their budget, it will be unbearable.
From my own point of view, the whole of Nigeria is very volatile at the moment; there is no state that can boast of a standard level of any basic human need, so any states that can achieve close to bearable level of minimum requirements will reap massive investment drive towards itself. If a state is judged as the safest in the country, that state will reap the benefits of that even inward investments wise. Why can’t we be allowed to provide security for ourselves, let the governors appoint their own commissioners of police, that to me will be the full democracy, why would the governor of Ogun have to have a Warri man on his cabinet as commissioner for police? In that case, every other commissioner has state agenda, but the police commissioner would be on federal agenda. If a state recruits and manages its police, the local residents will have more voice in the stakes in the state, the locals will know who their chief police officer is, his or past achievements and record will speak for him or her and posterity will remember them in a different kind of way. Firstly, I don’t think a state police chief will be able to steal as much as N19 Billion and get just 6 months in jail for it, also I don’t think my friend’s uncle who happen to be from my home town will be so confident to collect N20 from me as a taxi driver just because I am driving my car on government road. The police will be more accountable to the people, because of their relatively smaller sizes; it will be much easier for them to be monitored and managed. The performing states will be named so is the least performing states. In that way, there will be a sense of benchmarking between all the states in the federation, lives will at least be safer, pressure will be put on the governors to make every move to drive down the crime figures in their states. A good example will the UK government, every now and again, the department for communities and local government (former office of the deputy prime minister) publishes the crime figures and so everyone know the no go areas of the nation. Community policing like any other kinds of policing is not cheap but at least it has been proven to be effective. This does not in any way mean that I propose an undermining of the federal police idea, what I believe in is that there should still be some of the much needed mobile police squad (although, I keep thinking that is there a kind of police that shouldn’t be mobile) and some other elite squads as needed. At least these elite squads will cut across state boundaries and they will serve as the binding force between all the state police sections in the country. Without the elite squads, it will be impractical to manage the state squads, I can only imagine a situation whereby a gang of robbers escapes a chase from ogun state police force into lagos, in that scenario, the ogun police will have to retreat because they haven’t got jurisdiction to enter into lagos and even if they manage to radio the force in lagos, they wouldn’t really be obliged to continue the pursuit because it is not so much of their immediate problem… more to come
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