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.
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