tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80607733631040350572024-03-04T22:06:18.915-08:00Da Jandy's BlogDue to the increase in the uncommon events alluring the minds of everyone both in and outside Nigeria, this blog has been birthed to enable the discuss of prevailing issues around the globe... ranging from Family life, Politics, Busines, Governance and day to day activities... Join me as I alongside you all explore these sectors critically in Order to provide sustainable solutions to problems facing these sectors. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789411833923839390noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060773363104035057.post-76304521006793979922018-03-05T22:43:00.001-08:002018-03-05T23:23:11.981-08:00The Glistening Light <p dir="ltr">As He lay still on his bed listening to a song by a famous musician, He reminisced about the day's work<br>
and taking a quick glance at his wall clock, He grabbed his cellphone and placed a call across to his dawg Wale.<br>
Jimmy had just gotten a promotion and  a raise at work and He decided to hit one of the clubs in company of his bosom friends. Their relationship hadn't always been smooth. They started on a rather shaky note.  It all started one Tuesday morning at the schools' hostel in the University.<br>
Wale had been allocated a bed space in room 105, but due to his delay in clearing the space, the<br>
hostel porter decided to play a fast one and make some money from a 'free' space.<br>
As fate would have it, the porter had sold Wale's bedspace to Jimmy who had offered the porter a heavy envelope valued at three times the original price. That Tuesday morning as Wale checked into the hostel after legally clearing the space, in a bid to settle down into his space, he<br>
was met with resistance from Jimmy who also produced 'documents' which arrested to the fact that he also had a claim to the space and was in fact the first in time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The two boys in a bid to act responsibly, decided to resolve the issue at the desk of the porter.<br>
To compound issues, the porter who had sold the space to Jimmy had gone on annual leave to have fun with his family utilizing the proceeds of his mega deal.<br>
This kind of occurrence was not novel to the porter who was on ground as most of them<br>
resulted in engaging in the nefarious activity to keep body and soul together since the Federal<br>
Government had forgotten they were employees.<br>
The issue was however resolved and Wale was allocated the next bed space in the same room with similar furnishings.<br>
Finally, both boys later settled their rift when they discovered they were from the same part of the country.<br>
The whole hostel incident happened a long time ago and both men had since put that incident<br>
aside only referring to it when they were in company of friends who inquired as to how they both<br>
came to know each other.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Jimmy concluded he'd stop by Wale's and they'd both proceed to the club to have some liquor<br>
and some laughs to celebrate the arrival of the next level in Jimmy's career.<br>
Few hours later, both men had hit the club. It must note escape mention here that Wale wasn't<br>
doing badly either. He had secured a good job in a multinational corporation and was also raking in a good amount of money in basic and allowances. So this meetup was money clashing with money.<br>
After much chattering, both men felt it was time to head back home. Jimmy dropped off Wale at his condo before heading home. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Both men had made it substantially and not withstanding their affluent backgrounds, they hadbeen able to carve an iche for themselves in the big city. Things are certainly looking bright for the roommates turned brothers. </p>
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I sat in my room all alone. The vegetative view from my Window was beautiful. It had been a good year so far. I had no doubts that the remaining months of the year would be beautiful as well. <br>
No one assured me of this though, but I could feel it in my soul. <br>
Music was what gave me insights into many things which I did. <br>
Not just any music. I had a knack for listening to what my contemporaries would tag "old school". Some of my favourites included Janet Jackson, Michael Jackson, Sir. Elton John, Don Williams (Gentle Giant), Phil. Collins, just to mention a few. <br>
These artists had their reign during the late 20th century. It was the 21st Century and other artists had emerged, some with equally soothing tunes but I guess I just couldn't let the 20th century tunes go. <br>
The lyrics and instrumentals were to 'die for'. <br>
These tunes accompanied with some prose fictitious works made my day, day in and day out. <br>
It came as no surprise to my acquaintances and friends when I began writing and recording tunes that were similar in tempo and rhythm to that of the aforementioned artists.<br>
In the light of this, I wrote some songs which were a little bit hard for me to voice, not because I wasn't a vocalist, but simply because of what every Man who loves to sing calm music fears...I began to grow up. My voice became deeper, I had to practice voicing various 'rhythm and blues' music so as to maintain my sound, but like they say, "you can't cheat nature". <br>
With this in mind, I became comfortable with my voice and restructured the songs I wrote to fall into my voice pattern. These were calm songs which I could voice with a little ease. <br>
It would shock the reader to know that despite the change in my voice, I didn't have any issues when I performed live on stage. I was known to thrill my audience. <br>
One scenario that easily comes to mind is a performance I did at a dinner during my birthday in the year 2016. <br>
A famous blog at that time reported that after my performance, the somewhat dull event began to brighten up.<br>
I just loved music, what was different about me was the simple fact that I preferred live performances and in these, I most times opted for only the instrumentals of any song I was to perform to be played. <br>
I felt by so doing, the audience could feel the music and appreciate my vocal prowess. I must confess at this juncture that this actually paid off because in time, I was known as a vocalist and lyricist by all and sundry. <br>
Thus, during the August break, I decided to start making short videos and vocal recordings of myself singing some of my own songs and also those of other artists whom I admired. It was during this period that a friend of mine, a former roommate and a rap artist stumbled upon one of my short videos in which I voiced a song without any instrumentals, the name of this my friend is YUWA. He was so surprised at what I could do. He immediately gave me a spot on his Extended Playlist  (E. P) which he was working on. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In November of that same year, as I listened to an instrumental, musical lyrics formed in my subconscious. After scribbling down what I tagged a chorus, I replayed the beat and this time I discovered one or two rap verses could be included to make the song something different from the norm which I had recorded before. With this in mind, I played some rap songs and I stumbled upon ZADE'S "Juice cover". The song caught my attention and so I played all his songs which I had and found out that he was a philosophical lyricist although a little blunt with his lines. <br>
That instance, I contacted ZADE. He responded positively after I sent <u>him</u> the instrumental and the chorus. <br>
By the evening of that same day, we had been able to put together a song which I titled "SUBCONSCIOUS". <br>
ZADE felt this title was not appropriate for the song due to the thematic makeup of the song. He suggested the title "PROMISES" and that was how we rounded off the writing aspect.</p>
<p dir="ltr">On the 22nd of November, We met at the studio and within a few minutes, we had recorded the song. <br>
It must not escape mention here that the person who admonished and persuaded me to work with ZADE was Sede Gracious  (called "Maxzi" by me). <br>
She played a sacrosanct role in making the song to be birthed. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The song titled "PROMISES"  ft ZADE drops on the 12th of December 2017.</p>
<p dir="ltr">An overview of my musical journey thus far, I can confidently say that I have made tremendous success. <br>
It must not escape mention here that the person who saw my ability and encouraged me to record a song with him is Mr. Caleb Ibizugbe (Kaybee), a talented lyricist and vocalist. We have recorded two songs together as at the time of publishing this article. <br>
After all said and done, I can only say that things would get better by God's grace. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Conclusively, I'd tell everyone to grab my latest song titled "PROMISES" Da Jandy ft ZADE. <br>
It's a break from the norm. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's "Da Jandy" on this one. </p>
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Just a few metres away from the cathedral, a loud sound was heard followed by screams and scrambling of person's trying to get away from harm's way.<br>
A quick glance ahead, exposed a group of devils incarnate coming towards the cathedral wielding glistening knives, the unmistakable look of person's ready to snuff out life from anyone who stood in the way of their holy war. <br>
Prior to this moment, the community has boasted of peaceful coexistence between all and sundry, but at this very instance, that was watered down to a historical fact.<br>
The atmosphere was tensed. Jim saw some of these men who wielded arms summarily thrusts their knives into fellow humans and Chant words which hitherto were chanted only in the confines of their place of worship or in a gathering of fellow faithful. <br>
A stunned Jim at a quick glance, recognised the victim of this onslaught... it was the boy living in the house close to the cathedral. Few minutes later, several other persons lay dead courtesy of these 'holy warriors'. <br>
Just when Jim regained full control of himself, one of the young men who was an accomplice to the onslaught, saw someone peeping at them and instinctively threw a weapon at Jim which narrowly missed his forehead but not without leaving him a scar on the front top of his head. Bleeding and in excruciating pains, Jim ran for his dear life, the young man pursued Jim till he lost site of the lad before he turned back from his fruitless pursuit to rejoin the remaining men who were busy ransacking the community with the sole aim of ending the lives of as many persons as possible. <br>
Acute pandemonium engulfed the whole community. The onslaught as Jim later discovered was being carried out simultaneously at different locations of the community by these similar looking gruesome young men.<br>
He saw various dead bodies lay on the floor carelessly. The journey home seemed to take forever despite the fact that He had been on his feet, running nonstop since the young man pursued him few metres away from the cathedral.<br>
It took him few minutes to get home.<br>
"Mama what is happening? "<br>
Jim's mother was glad to see him safe and at home with her, She examined the injury on her son's head, found out that he had been involved in a near death situation and the only thing her frail mind could do was to thank her God who had chosen to spare her son's life, but the cries of person's who had been maimed came rambling through the neighborhood signifying the fact that this massacre had just begun...<br>
Only time would tell if Jim and his mum would be spared from the onslaught. Then again, if they are spared, who would tell the tale, and who would be there to listen...</p>
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<p dir="ltr">By our laws, whatever a member does on the floor of the House is outside the ambit of the law. He is fully immune from prosecution for both verbal and physical assault. Once in Ibadan, during the Western Regional crisis in the 1960s, one of the members jumped on the table, snatched the mace and crashed it on the head of another member. In the melee, the police already dispatched into the House of Assembly on the order of Prime-Minister Abubakar Tafawa-Balewa, threw tear-gas into the chamber as members ran for cover. That was the day the Premier, Chief Ladoke Akintola, was supposed to be replaced by another stalwart of the ruling Action Group, Chief Dauda Adegbenro. It was a Mission Impossible as Balewa later dispatched his friend and personal physician, Dr. Adekoyejo Majekodunmi, to take over the government of the West as Administrator. It was a grim prologue to the coup of January 1966 during which Balewa and Akintola, among others, lost their lives.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The First Republic was the era when Nigeria was blessed with many colourful politicians. Now, politicians of colour are rare and far between and except in the dull business of sharing money, there is hardly anything to talk about politicians anymore. Gone were the days of the multi-syllabic pronouncements and jaw-breaking grammar. Yes, you may refer to the Honourable Patrick Obahiagbon of Edo State who has patented his own version of speaking in tongues, but then, he is a lone ranger whose harsh parroting cannot be compared to the creativity of the past.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We remember the lore of Mazi Mbonu Ojike, one of the most ardent followers of Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe. In the fight against British colonial rule, he enjoined all Nigerians to “boycott the boycottables.” His colleague, Kingsley Mbadiwe was the master of the multiple words to inflict which he used freely on friends and foes alike. He was the man who invented the phrase, “a man of timber and caliber.” During his brief estrangement from Zik, who was the master of Lagos politics for several decades, he told the crowd: “If Zik is iwe (book), I am iwe too!” Dr Azikiwe was so knowledgeable, we were told, that Americans had already booked to preserve his brain for eternity when the inevitable happens. He was the original iwe man. After his defection from Biafra during the Nigerian Civil War, Mbadiwe said the Nigerian Civil War was “a battle of bicycle versus caterpillar!”</p>
<p dir="ltr">Of course, the most colourful politician of the old West was Chief Adegoke Adelabu, the Lion of the West. Adelabu, who had the best result ever when he graduated from Government College, Ibadan, was the indefatigable leader of the opposition National Council of Nigerian Citizen, NCNC in the old Western House of Assembly, Ibadan. Once he bought one of those big American cars and drove it to the front of Mapo Hall where the Ibadan City Council had its headquarters. The four doors of the car were flung opened and the people, Adelabu’s people, filed in from one door and exit the other side. Everyone was happy. “Has any of you ever entered Awolowo’s car before,” he asked.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ibadan has always produced its men and women of colour. During the Second Republic, the dominant Ibadan politician was Chief Busari Adelakun, alias Eruobodo (the river is never afraid). He was one of those who brought Chief Bola Ige of the Unity Party of Nigeria, UPN, to power in 1979. His formal education was minimal but over the years he had accumulated knowledge of the streets and had the rumbustious instinct of the born-general. He was a game-changer by the time he pitched his camp with the opposition National Party of Nigeria, NPN, in 1983.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The politicians of the Second Republic knew the worth of colourful words. During his campaign for the 1983 Senate on the platform of the Nigerian Peoples Party, NPP, Chief Arthur Nzeribe, the controversial millionaire declared: “I will meet NPN fire for fired, blow for blow, rigging for rigging, rice for rice, salt for salt and naira for naira.” In another theatre in Ondo State, the UPN was returned to power after the mayhem of August 16 and 17, 1983. During one of the session at the Ondo State House of Assembly, the UPN leadership accused the opposition NPN members of planning guerilla warfare to counter the resurgent regime of Governor Adekunle Ajasin of the UPN. The NPN members denied planning any such violence. Dele Awopeju, one of the UPN warned them: “If you bring us guerrilla warfare, we shall reply you with elephant warfare!”</p>
<p dir="ltr">In the current republic we have to be thankful to Chief Olusegun Obasanjo and a few others who have brought colour into politics. Otherwise, we would have had nothing to talk about except looting, which our beloved President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan explained to us is different from stealing. In his early days as President, Chief Obasanjo visited Kogi State. One over overzealous policeman out to impress the President, in other to control the crowd, used his bilala freely. The President saw him. Obasanjo then had the policeman brought to him and he received an unprecedented presidential canning.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was Obasanjo who reminded us, despite his age and his crowded public engagements that ”I de kampe!” He also showed us that he may be out of power; he is not out of influence. When the National Assembly was pussy-footing about confirming Goodluck Jonathan as President, Obasanjo gave it a push. When Jonathan was challenged by a gathering coalition of leaders, he simply dismissed the challenge by declaring “I dey laff o!”</p>
<p dir="ltr">Jonathan, dismissed as clueless by his political opponents, at least gave us an unforgettable First Lady, the incomparable Dame Patience Jonathan. We have learnt in recent months that she had a rich mother who maintained bank accounts in dollars. None of the past First Ladies could match this record, not even Maryam the Second, wife of the Goggled One. It took time to convince the First Family that the Chibok girls were indeed missing, kidnapped by the fearsome Boko Haram terrorists. Then she summoned the relevant officials from Borno State. Overwhelmed by the enormity of the crisis, she wept. “This blood you are sharing!” She wailed. She humanised the office, despite her calculated clumsiness and evident shortcomings.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now we are faced with men and women who want to be correct all the time. Alhaji Lai Mohammed, the Minister of Information, confessed to a CNN reporter that indeed Senegalese jollof rice is better than Nigerian own. It shows that apart from managing a battery of microphones, the minister is also adept at managing his taste bud when rice is involved. Aso Rock Presidential kitchen may need his services in this regards when the President resumes in the other room.</p>
<p dir="ltr">However, in the current dispensation, no arm of government has shown so much creativity like the National Assembly. Gone were the days when Dino Melaye, once a famous pugilist of the House of Representatives, knew how to measure his punches. Since then, he has become the singing mascot of the Senate. No one could ignore him including those who disagree with him. It must be a welcome development for him that now he has a dancing partner from Osun State. We may not have food on our table and kidnappers and terrorists may be on the prowls, but at least we have something to laugh about. Such is the colour of this republic today that it has indeed has captured the essence of Fela Anikulapo-Kuti eternal lyrics: suffering and smiling.</p>
<p dir="ltr">LORD NELSON™</p>
<p dir="ltr">This article was coined by Nelson Scottfield. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">Yetunde was a woman who found love in the arms of the wrong man. <br>
She had gone to Soft-life shopping mall to pickup groceries that afternoon. She faced difficulty picking the right red wine for her mini get together which she organised to celebrate old friends and new friends who had become a part of her life. <br>
It's pertinent to chip in here that Yetunde was a banker at Goldmine bank plc. <br>
She had gotten the job immediately after school. She was smart on the job which enabled her to rise to enviable heights within few years of working. Not undermining these successes, she always saw herself as someone who needed to do more; being a perfectionist. <br>
Facing such dilemma as to which wine to pick, Jim a well built, tall and eloquent young man noticed the somewhat confused face of a young lady. He approached her and said "with the amount of brands popping up daily, it becomes cumbersome in selecting a specific brand". <br>
Yetunde who was not really in a relationship at that time immediately had a keen interest in the young man who stood besides her. <br>
"Exactly what I was thinking about" said Yetunde. <br>
Jim picked "Cuvée Spéciale" a brand which was made by "BARTON & GUESTIER". <br>
"These would do, (Jim handed a white wine and a red wine to yetunde) this French company produces the best wines as far as I can tell". <br>
Jim introduced himself and so did yetunde. <br>
Complimentary cards exchanged hands and both persons left the mall.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Throughout the get together, Yetunde thought of Jim. Such a gentle man. She felt he looked too young to be married yet. <br>
Her mind was averted back to present things on ground by her colleague and friend. <br>
Everyone made a toast in honour of Yetunde who had amassed much successes in all ramifications save for the very thing that Africans held in high esteem; she had not gotten married. <br>
It was about 8:30pm in the big city. <br>
Yetunde gave a vote of thanks to everyone who took out time to grace the occasion. Everyone went home leaving yetunde to herself. <br>
Once more, She felt the strong need to get married. She wasn't getting any younger. Due to her dedication to her banking job, she hadn't paid much attention to men who made advances towards her. She treated every man as a bank customer "strictly business" was her watch word. <br>
On setting eyes on Jim earlier that day, she had this feeling he could be the one. She picked up his complementary card and scanned through. Jim was an international business man. No wonder he knew much about foreign wines she thought. <br>
She had an urge to place a call across but on a second thought, she felt it wasn't ladylike to do so. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Jim on the other hand, had not remembered to even glance through the card which he received at the mall. It was a week later when his laundryman returned his clothes, that he saw the card which Yetunde gave to him. <br>
He decided to place a call across to her on a weekend. <br>
Yetunde had also erased the thought of Jim from her subconscious since he didn't place a call through she felt he had someone in his life already. </p>
<p dir="ltr">"Hello !  Am I speaking with Yetunde? "<br>
"Certainly" responded Yetunde. <br>
"and who may this be please? ". <br>
"It is I, Jim. We met at the mall sometime ago". <br>
"Oh good evening Jim. How is business and the family"<br>
"Business is fine, besides I don't have a family of my own just yet". <br>
The last line of the statement made Yetunde's ears tingle. <br>
"You mean you aren't married yet? "<br>
"I am still single and searching"<br>
Jim replied. <br>
Both parties met at a restaurant and chitchatted. <br>
From thence a relationship began to brood. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Yetunde wasn't bothered to really observe Jim all round before becoming his wife. <br>
She wasn't sceptical about the fact that such a wealthy young man was still single hitherto meeting her. <br>
Love they say is blind. Few years down the line and Yetunde began to discover why Jim hadn't been in a relationship before meeting her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Jim had chronic bad habits. He kept late night's despite being a married man. Also he had a love for wines and other alcoholic beverages. <br>
He spent good money on a lavish lifestyle. To crown it all, he was also a title holder in the act of beating women and since he was somewhat confined to Yetunde, he used her to train and perfect his gift from the devil. He constantly abused her love.</p>
<p dir="ltr">They were still childless after years of marriage. This wasn't due to the "act of god", rather Jim had constantly beaten each fetus out of Yetunde simply because she didn't open the door quickly or because she slept in. <br>
Also due to lack of trust, Jim had made Yetunde his wife resign from her good job to become a full-time housewife who required everything from her husband. <br>
Yetunde who was formerly the pride of everyone suddenly became diminished after marriage. <br>
She couldn't phantom the manner with which her life took a dive. </p>
<p dir="ltr">That particular evening, she had cried her eyes out. Then from the darkness emerged a man-like figure completely submerged in the aura of alcohol. He banged the door so hard. Yetunde knew it was Jim. As he had finally found solace in the arms of so many fanciful bottles. <br>
As soon as the door came open, Jim held Yetunde so close and tightly on her arm, almost crushing her bone. <br>
In excruciating pains, Yetunde pushed Jim to the wall. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Jim was filled with dutch courage at this moment. <br>
Two quick slaps landed on the face of his wife, garnished with blows and kicks. His bloodshot eyes obscured his vision but determination to his mission egged him on to complete his destruction. <br>
Few minutes more and Yetunde was stone-cold. <br>
"Yetunde, Yetunde" Jim called but the lady was gone. <br>
It all happened in a flash. Another woman, a victim of a woman-beater. <br>
The autopsy revealed Yetunde died from convulsions resulting from severe blow. <br>
Under normal circumstances, Jim ought to face the law, but like they say "the law was made for man and not man for the law". <br>
Due to his affluence, the case was swept under the carpet of the police soon after some wands of cool cash exchanged hands. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Few months later, Jim is married again. <br>
People believe he hasn't changed a bit. Anyway let's hope and pray he doesn't kill another, as that would translate to serial killings. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Various cases of Women-beaters hit the desk of the arm forces but they are treated with such levity. It behooves on everyone of us as humans to fight against such criminal activity. <br>
Also in a situation where a woman discovers she's constantly a gymnastic equipment, she should speak out before the only voice which is heard from her is that of utter silence. <br>
Also men should desist from beating women for fun or other purposes. <br>
It's all a matter of the mind. When you don't think it, you don't do it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. </p>
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This story follows the life of a young man from a micro community in Nigeria. <br>
Facts of his life, his struggle and his imminent success are aptly couched in black pen. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Coming soon on this blog. <br>
(www.dajandy.blogspot.com)</p>
<p dir="ltr">ANTICIPATE!!! </p>
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It was December 20th that year, and my family was glad to have my siblings and I around for the Christmas celebration. <br>
The Archbishop of my Diocese was in attendance. It was he who delivered the sermon. He spoke about the true meaning of Christmas and went all the way to reiterate the fact that the Person who we were celebrating actually came to die for the world, so as to bring about everlasting life for mankind. <br>
Mum was particularly glad to have all her kids and grandchildren around. <br>
It was a regular ritual since I and my siblings began raising kids. <br>
My mum had particularly demanded we all came back to town to celebrate Christmas as one big family. This Christmas was special. <br>
As we all drove in a convoy returning from the carol service, something struck my mind..... The true meaning of Christmas. I must confess that for donkey years I had just seen Christmas as a period to fraternise with Friends and Family through eating and drinking alongside having a break from my tedious work schedule. <br>
The Archbishop's words kept reoccurring in my mind..... the true meaning of Christmas and the need to reverence God in this period and beyond. My parents had earlier on decimated this information to everyone in my family when we were kids but I personally took it with levity basing all my attention on the miracles which my mama made for us as kids during Christmas period. <br>
After about thirty five years of hearing the same sermon over and over, I finally got abreast with its true meaning. <br>
The drive was quite fast and of course quiet for me due to my thoughts. My wife said some words which I Didn't take cognisance of, I only smiled and nodded to her words so as not to make her feel sad. <br>
After a while, I got home to my Dad and Mum in company of my Siblings. My elder brothers and sisters didn't ask me questions despite seeing my outward disposition. I guess they felt I was old enough to handle any issue I had. If it were about thirty years ago they would have paid a little more attention to my facial countenance. <br>
Four days later and it was Christmas eve. Dad asked me to lead the morning devotion using the devotional guide. As fate would have it, the topic bothered on the true meaning of Christmas. I was glad that at least I could get some of my thoughts out of my chest. <br>
My face was brightened. I spoke extensively on the topic and got the whole family meditating on my words. <br>
Even my nephews and niece's were somewhat quiet as though they understood my words. Maybe they did. I finally had peace of mind. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's been quite some years since that episode and anytime I remember the occasion, I give thanks to Jesus who gave me the true meaning about his birth and has kept me and my family in his bosom. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's 2016 and we are here again just a day to Christmas and I felt I should speak out once more about the birth of the One Man who changed the world in the true sense of the word. <br>
Jesus is the reason for the season and all we do throughout this period and beyond should only bring glory to Jesus' name. <br>
When we do this, we would truly experience Christ in his true form as the Lord of our lives and the only one who dishes out salvation for absolutely no price save his precious blood. <br>
This period isn't all about eating, drinking and wearing new attire, rather it should be a period of caring and sharing with our neighbors. Christ has expressly stated who our neighbors are; all those who are in need and who we are privileged to render help to during this period and beyond. <br>
Lend a helping hand during this period irrespective of the economic recession plaguing this nation. <br>
It's a known fact that where there is someone to cry unto the lord, there is a God to respond. <br>
You might just be the answer to someone's prayers this season. Don't relent in your goodwill to others cause by so doing, God has visited many a people and blessed their lives immeasurably. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Felicem Natalem Christi. </p>
<p dir="ltr">By<br>
Da Jandy. </p>
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 It is trite at this juncture to state the obvious; that APC, the federal ruling party is here to stay. Of course this assertion is not based on mere opinion but rather it is based on recent happenings in the political terrene of Nigeria. <br>
Before I delve into that discussion at all, I'll like to roll out the requirements to contest for the office of a state governor in Nigeria as entrenched in the constitution. <br>
The position of a State Governor is provided for by the Constitution in Section 176. <br>
It provides that – <br>
*there shall be for each State of the Federation a Governor and the Governor shall be the Chief Executive of that State. The only persons qualified to be Governors are- <br>
*Citizens of Nigeria by birth; <br>
*persons who have attained the age of 35 years; <br>
*members of a political party & sponsored by that party;<br>
*and such candidate that has been educated to at least School Certificate Level or its equivalent. </p>
<p dir="ltr">                 *     *     *<br>
It should also be noted that the following persons are not qualified for election to the position of the Governor- <br>
*Persons who have voluntarily acquired the citizenship of another country; <br>
*A person who has been elected to the position two previous times; <br>
*A lunatic or person of unsound mind; <br>
*Persons under a death sentence; *Persons who have been convicted and sentenced for an offence involving dishonesty within the past 10 years of the election or has contravened the Code of Conduct; *An undischarged bankrupt; <br>
*Persons employed in public service; <br>
*Member of a secret society; *Persons who have been indicted for embezzlement or fraud; <br>
*and Persons who presented a forged certificate to INEC. </p>
<p dir="ltr">That been exhaustively outlined, I would now state my own opinion on the subject matter. <br>
The Election in Edo and Ondo would be my focus point owing to the fact that those states were the ones I focused a search light on in order to reveal the secret behind the APC victory at the polls. <br>
Truly Truly, I have found what I tag "reasons for APCs successes at the polls". <br>
Also, please note that this analysis is issue based and absolute deviod of bias on my path. <br>
The Edo State election was conducted on September 28 2016, and to our surprise, the candidate of the APC who was not until his victory at the controversially conducted primaries an active politician, emerged victorious with a landslide victory. So many tongues wagged but after all said and done, Mr. Godwin Nogheghase Obaseki is the executive governor of Edo state as you are reading this write-up. <br>
Many persons even myself still believe that the good Pastor, Osagie Andrew Ize-Iyamu ought to be at Osadebe Avenue as we speak but from facts and figures which we were privy to courtesy INEC, that is not the case. <br>
The PDP failed on its part to function adequately in the eight years they were in power in the state. This in turn rubbed off on the good Pastor who served as SSG during the failed tenure of the PDP in Edo State. <br>
From all frontiers, it is safe to say that Ize-Iyamu did better in his campaign and even in the debate organised by various media outlets. <br>
Despite all these, the minds at least from the results announced showed that the Edo people were not willing to spite their then governor Comrade Adams Oshiomole who within 8 years of governance, turned around the state for the better in all ramification. It is clear that the Head of Oshiomole's economic team, rode on the strong wings of his predecessor into victory, thus leaving the good Pastor, Osagie Ize-Iyamu to water the bad seeds sown by his former boss some 10 years ago. <br>
I for one, thought that with the much vexatious words spoken against the President who is an APC Man, and also the lack of oratory prowess by our governor at the debate, it would be easy for Ize-iyamu to clinch unto victory; But this was not the case this time. <br>
Godwin Obaseki secured victory over our good Pastor. <br>
This feat further cemented the rate at which APC governors have come a long way in election winning matters. <br>
It would be a failure on my path if I don't reiterate the fact that the National Chairman of the APC is actually a former Governor of Edo state, and so Him securing his state for his party further added a feather to his already glorious cap. <br>
The Edo state is in the hands of the APC at least for the next four years except the electoral tribunal says contrary and the chance of this happening is infinitesimal. </p>
<p dir="ltr">                   *        *          *<br>
Now heading to the most recent victory of the APC, which is that of Akeredolu Rotimi (SAN), we would all agree that with this victory, nothing is impossible for the APC at this rate of speed in their conquering conquest, winning a whopping 14 out of 18 LGA's. <br>
It is no news that the PDP gubernatorial election candidate in Ondo state Eyitayo Jegede (SAN) had little or no time to campaign and also due to the factions in his party, had not quite a huge support. <br>
Jimoh Ibrahim who was the factional party's candidate safe for few days to the election when he was sacked by the court thereby bringing in Eyitayo as the candidate of the PDP, didn't quite like the arrangement and instead of rallying round his party, zoomed off like a political hallelujah boy and went to support the candidate of the opposition party in Ondo thereby switching his camp and endorsing the APC candidate fews hours to the announcement of the election results. <br>
It must not escape mention here again, that the APC rode on the in house mumbo jumbo presently plaguing the PDP and it paid off by them securing the victory thereby putting the power of incumbency of Mimiko to shame. <br>
This is a clear pointer to the fact that a house divided against itself can never stand let alone surmount the easiest of challenges thrown at it. <br>
The PDP might just be in for a tough one come 2019 if the APC continue to sustain their unbeaten run at the polls till 2019 general elections. </p>
<p dir="ltr">                  *      *       *<br>
If we actually want to have a democratic Nation and also a multi party one at that, then the PDP who are the largest party in West Africa, would need to get their acts together and become a single party devoid of factions and internal rancor so as to become a formidable opposition come 2019. <br>
All hope is not lost in this fight because eventually the PDP would have no choice than to receive sense and stop costing their candidates the post they run for due to a bad and confused platform. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">All said and done, the APC would continue to fly high pending the PDPs rejuvenation and bouncing back of same into victory. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">There is an infinitesimal gain in reiterating over and over again what is adequately obvious.<br>
In the light of this assertion, the obvious notion is that of the hollow lyrics which lace the somewhat nice instrumentals which artists record on. The wording's of most contemporary song's are in a perpetual abysmal. I was listening to an old song. The song was song by Shania Twain titled "Forever and for Always"(you should check it out by the way). <br>
The song started with wordings... actual wordings and not 'blabs'. <br>
In the real sense of it, I am not writing to castigate or malign the efforts of Local and Foreign acts but rather I am wailing at the extent to which the aim of music production has been beaten severely to just profit making thereby sidelining the main aim or at least one of the major factors for music production and distribution i.e the decimation of vital information laced with heart breaking, mind changing and smiles birthing lyrics which in the olden days tended to make humans "humans" in every sense of it. <br>
Information and historic events were also embedded in such tunes and this made all and sundry to be abreast with ancient and recent happenings by just tapping the green button on the stereo. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Many a time, people scroll through my playlist and are caught in the toxic web of acute confusion solely because they do not seem to find contemporary ranting called music on my phone. This is not to say that I do not love some contemporary jams but I still prefer to listen to the likes of Elton John, Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, Babyface, Lucky Dube, etc. <br>
I most especially find solace in Kenny G's Albums which I have in abundance. These old but golden tunes aid in the way and manner in which people fratanise with each other. <br>
Study has shown that the genre of music which a one listens to, tends to have a long lasting effect on a person's self confidence and associational skills alongside the development of a less abusive diction. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Furthermore, the adverse effect of producing lyrically empty tunes is that, the artist would in some cases not be nominated for awards. I mean real awards and not some petty shows tagged award nite. Also, such tunes which are lyrically devoid, tend to hit the air waves for a short time span and then they are completely forgotten about. The tunes which are lyrically structured properly, tend to last longer even through decades and each time these soothing tunes are played, the audience sing along and reminisce on past happenings alongside the good old days. These tunes also tend to cart away awards after awards several years after the orchestrators have returned to mother earth. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Flowing from the above outpouring of my thoughts on the need to produce and listen to soft lyrically sacrosanct tunes, it is my earnest hope that someone who has read this piece would resolve to listen to good music which would blaze his or her mind with lovely ideas to move the world forward. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Thanks and God bless.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">All he ever wanted was everything, but now it seemed he had a basket full of voidness. <br>
Brenny found solitude in company of the soft tune which emanated from his phone. This night of course, he had decided to find a reminiscence in the tune which he chose. He wasnt a jazz lover, but this night wasn't a regular one and so he decided to play Kenny G's "Alone". <br>
As the sound filtered into his ears, the rush of memories both positive and negative came running through his mind. This made him shudder; <br>
How on earth did he get into this kind of life. <br>
The war in Syria had made him to be deployed by the United Nations on a peacekeeping mission. <br>
Brenny never envisaged such a clarion call would be made to him. At least he was just a junior officer who in fact saw himself as being inexperienced. <br>
ALAS, the General didn't see him in that light.<br>
Given just a day to pack up and head towards Syria, he saw his life change like the weather. In normal circumstances this would be regarded as a promotion but not in this scenario, the rebels in Syria amassed unquantifiable pleasure from placing a kiss on the heads of any one wearing a blue helmet through the bullets of their mac five (a lovely gun which had the weakness of not showing love). </p>
<p dir="ltr">Brenny thought at least he would be deployed to a less violent area in syria but providence had a "better" plan for him; he was deployed to western Aleppo, Syria.<br>
He had heard on the news and seen disturbing graphics of the war torn place. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Brenny thought about what happened on the line of battle earlier in the day. The rebel forces had gradually taken over the area and so the troops had a tough time trying to ward them off. Both sides sought to take cover in the bosom of the remains of fallen walls. <br>
In the duel, a young lad ran into the midst of the beautiful habitually flying bullets. In the twinkling of an eye, he laid lifeless on the floor amidst risen dust. He had been hit by multiple bullets. <br>
The sight was gory. The life of a lad of about 7 years of age had been abruptly summarized.<br>
Brenny couldn't stand the sight, he knew he was destined to be a soldier but not one who would face a civil war. He had fainting feets. The troop successfully drove the rebels to a distance but a significant casualty had occurred. The lad was gone and this had gradually become a ritual, whereby little kids were hit by stray and even straight bullets. <br>
Brenny thought about how long this would continue. Was the country going to be utterly destroyed like the Amalekites or was the war going to come to a definite end soon. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The music gradually came to an end signaling the need to get some rest in anticipation for another day of bloodshed and gnashing of teeth. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. </p>
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The passage which surfaced was Psalm 121:5, it read thus "The LORD watches over you... the LORD is your shade at your right hand".<br>
Mike had just lodged in the hotel close to the conference centre. He had arrived at Garki for the conference which was slated to commence the next day. He checked into the hotel and freshened up. It was in his relaxation mood, that he sighted the book placed on the shelf. He discovered it was a bible... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Mike wasn't an atheist but neither was he a strong Christian. He attended church services occasionally when he didn't have an appointment on some Sundays. <br>
He pondered on these words from the bible for a while before hitting the comfy mattress. Even in that state, for the first time in his life, he couldn't just take his mind off what he just read. He was perturbed by the wordings of the bible passage. <br>
What actually aggravated this thought, was the fact that the bible verse which he had just read applied to what had transpired on his way to Abuja. <br>
Mike had planned to attend the conference in Garki and so getting his things ready on the date of his journey, he invited a cab man to pick him up from his house at about 8am on Sunday morning in order to catch his 9am flight to Garki. <br>
On his way to the domestic airport, he almost got killed by a trailer whose driver had swerved off his lane only to face the opposite lane head on. The cab man could manoeuvre his way out of deaths way and both men were safe. <br>
He boarded the 45 minutes flight to Garki and took a cab to his hotel accommodation. <br>
He wondered as he laid on his bed what would have happened if the trailer had collided with the cab he had entered. <br>
Finally after a while, he postulated that the salvation was orchestrated by a superior force which was God. </p>
<p dir="ltr">From that moment on, Mike never stopped trusting in the Lord. Those two incidents, paved a way for Mike to finally have a reorientation about life and the saving grace of Jesus. <br>
He now believes that God is life and He alone is able to keep humanity from falling. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy.</p>
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september, 1960... His mother had excitedly cooked enough to feed an army and his father had gone out to find fireworks as was everybody<br>
in the country. <br>
High life music softly played and<br>
the scent of fried animals wafted around his nose. It was exactly 10pm and in two hours time,<br>
nigeria will be made independent. </p>
<p dir="ltr">He watched his senior sister, Nwanka as she pulled off her<br>
shoes and staggered a little bit.... She said a drunken 'kedu' and a scream of 'independence'.<br>
Nwanka will surely miss that her white boyfriend but then good riddance to bad rubbish. It was an anamazing time, Nigeria for once was just one people awaiting freedom.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He saw the yoruba<br>
professor across the street engaged in a heated but friendly argument with the hausa vendor and laughed... He went back to the<br>
sitting room and sat down beside his stonedsister... <br>
'Nwanka, you know daddy is going to kill you...'<br>
His senior sister eyed him ' Obinze, biko..apu maka'.. And she stumbled back to the room... <br>
He started dozing off until he heard the national anthem playing, he checked his watch...11:55pm...he rushed out into the neigbourhood,<br>
his parents and his now sober sister were already singing in tune to the anthem with the neigbours 'Nigeria we hail thee....' After singing,<br>
they put up the national flag of green and white and saluted it, and then the allnight party began...he sipped his drink as he double checked the time '00:00..1st october, 1960'...he raised his glass cup to the flag 'Happy birthday, Nigeria'</p>
<p dir="ltr">56 years later.....<br>
'Grandpa, so why would we celebrate?' ike asked<br>
76 years old Obinze smiled at his 20 years old grandson 'because it is our country... Listen young man, you all ...youths of these days only know how to complain... In my days, we lived for what we believed in.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> I lost your grandmother in<br>
that stupid civil war... For Biafra, yes i did! But it never came... What of the likes of Zik of Africa or Awolowo...or Ken Tsaro Wiwa who died while trying to tell the truth... You all complaining about some hard times, we saw hard times son!<br>
Military regimes, civil wars. Nigeria has always had problems and we have always found a way out and we will find a way out again...so quit<br>
whining and get me a bottle of whisky'.... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Ike laughed and poured two shots of whisky...giving one to his grandfather...<br>
Obinze downed it and looked at the Nigerian flag in his son's study<br>
'God bless Nigeria...' he whispered..</p>
<p dir="ltr">The national anthem continued playing on the radio... '.... To serve our father's land with love and strength and faith....the labour of our heros past shall never be in vain......'</p>
<p dir="ltr">It is october 1st 2016 and we are wishing Nigeria a happy<br>
birthday...you should know that you are getting old already...God bless you,we love you and<br>
Africa loves you!</p>
<p dir="ltr">By<br>
#DeeAdebayo</p>
<p dir="ltr">(Edited for blogging by Da Jandy)<br>
</p>
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It is no news that in Nigeria, aspirants and their political parties always point accusatory fingers laced with fear at their strongest opponents. This is done all is a bid to dissuade the electorates from pitching tent with their strongest opponents. <br>
At such crucial points, opposition camps find ways of bringing "wrongdoings" of their opponents into limelight. This is often carried out in mal afide. The painful part of the whole thing is that the electorates, whose ears are itching to hear even a tinge of incriminating statements about any candidate aspiring for a political position, tend to blow any little information out of proportion without finding adequately the truism of such claims. <br>
Most electorates only savour the "bad blood meal" served by political parties all in a bid to bring down their opponents, the electorates often fail to adequately and critically examine what the aspirants are capable of offering and rather pay attention to trivial issues. Most time this behaviour tends to poise a negative outcome which might last for the whole tenure of the elected representative. <br>
Also I believe that in a situation where a party becomes too comfortable in power and also poses as a "recurring decimal" then the main aim of a democratic system of government would have been defeated. <br>
This does not in the slightest way imply that for true democracy and independence to prevail in governance then a different political party should be giving the opportunity to produce leaders at the expiration of the tenure of one party... no not at all. <br>
What I mean in every Sense of the word is that whereby a political party is well aware that the masses have the power to either make or mar their return bid then they would work as they should; both in their first and second tenures. <br>
Also even when a party performs wonderfully in two terms of governance, it does not automatically mean that they would perform or not perform well enough if allowed to continue their rule. <br>
In ascertaining this, there is a large difficulty and that is what points to the obvious fact that we are "Mortal Men" who have limits. <br>
In as much as we must pray to God to lead us aright in our choice come 28th of September 2016, we should also have an inner conviction of whom we would vote for on that day before leaving our abode to the voting centres so as not to be confused by those political urchin who rigmarole all in a bid to canvas for votes for their candidates. <br>
As the saying goes "A people divided  against themselves cannot stand". Let us do well to turn out to vote on that day and ensure your vote counts before leaving the voting centre. <br>
Also remember that....."THE FUTURE IS NOW!!! "</p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Daddy asked Damian about school and Damian replied that School was fine. Dad also inquired whether the car which Damian owned had reduced stress for him (I was standing at a corner quietly and in my mind I said "of course it has reduced the stress of taking a cab to go clubbing at least now he can drive down to the club at anytime with his squad") Damian accented to that fact. <br>
Dad went inside to relax as usual, the family enjoyed the evening with everyone around... and at about 10pm, every one went to sleep. <br>
The following day our ritual(morning devotion) was done and everyone went their way. Damian returned to school that day and through out that week I reminisced about the "drunken state" incident and in my mind I said a prayer to God to protect and guide my elder brother so as for him not to encounter danger in his escapades. <br>
  Like the saying goes "he whom an elder loves, he chastise". Fast forward to about 2 years later, Damian was a final year student and I had almost roundedoff my secondary schooling my little sister wasn't left behind either she had progressed as expected. It was second semester for Damian and of course the last semester of his 5 year acquisition of knowledge journey. <br>
Mum and Dad had called him specifically at the beginning of the session and sitted him down to admonish him on how to continually "be a good boy that he had always been". He thanked them and said he would be a good boy. <br>
He went to school and knowing fully well that it was his last lap he actually decided to be subtle on his unproductive movements and rather give all his energy to his academics so as to graduate with a very high grade. It worked out well for him because he also distance himself from his friend. <br>
On the day of his last exam, haven just concluded his last paper and being in a state of jubilation, his friends came and suggested that they all go to a "location" to merry haven successfully completed their final exams. Damian thought about the call he received from mum and Dad that morning intimating him about a dream which mum had concerning him having an accident. He silenced the thought and said he would drive carefully and also not drink too much after all it was the last "chilling with his guys". <br>
Evening came and Damian in company of his friend drove to "Club Iyalobo" which was situated at a distance away from the campus. They had a nice time and at first Damian was conscious About his alcohol intake knowing fully well that he would be driving them back to school later on and also the dream which mum had concerning him having an accident,  but after much persuasion by his friends on him to drink a little more he obliged them and despite not being too "high" he didn't have a calm spirit while driving... also loud music was banging from the car stereo all this put together and in a jiffy he closed his eyes..... and that was all he could remember by the time he woke up in the hospital. He and his friends survived but the car was a "write off". Mum and Dad were mad at him but at the same time greatful to God that it was not a fatal accident. Dad wondered what people would have said if He as a devout Anglican had lost his senior son in a motor accident. <br>
Damian recovered fully and began to live a normal life and even secured a job with a company but he never forgot that incident the only thing that kept and is still flickering in his mind is whether the accident was perpetrated by "Evil ones" spiritually or whether it was perpetrated manually due to his negligence.... Till this very moment he is still in a dilemma as to what to believe was the actual causative of the accident. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. <br>
</p>
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The devotion started with my Dad leading us to recite the Apostles creed... He never missed it. Later on he prayed for me and my siblings admonishing us to be godly children and eschew societal vices which youths engaged in. <br>
My Elder brother Damian was the only one in higher institution, he was about 20 years of age and although he portrayed a Christ like attitude at home, in school he wasn't much of a religious person. You would wonder as to how I knew about this being that I was barely a teenager (13 years) and still in secondary school. I knew because he would always keep late night's at school when I go over to his apartment which he stayed in school. Dad was wealthy and willing to spend money on his family (both nuclear and extended) so as for them not to seem impoverished. <br>
Damian to my knowledge kept bad company in school I was well aware of this but He had chastised me not to mention anything I saw happening in his school at home. I didn't want to annoy my elder brother so I "religiously" kept shut even when mum and dad inquired about how Damian was faring at school all I did was to reply saying "he is doing fine" and that was all I was permitted to utter. <br>
 Damian despite his lifestyle was not academically weak as a matter of fact he was one of the scholars in his class and all the lecturers would sing of his academic gusto little were they aware of his escapades with his friends who ironically also did well academically. At a certain level Dad decided to buy Damian a car, mum supported the idea (of course which mother wouldn't... at least her son was doing well) and within a week my elder brother had a brand-new Automobile. <br>
He was glad and when he was returning to school he took me along because as at this time my school was on holiday and I had days to spare with him. I could make some meals too... that also made Damian to always crave for my company even though he knew I saw somethings which ordinarily I shouldn't have seen. <br>
At the end of class the following day,  Damian came back to his apartment and whisked away some outing outfits of course he was in company of his "not so friendly" friends. They came back very late at night and of course I was already asleep they banged on the door and when I opened the door they rushed in slowly they had gone clubbing or drinking as the case may be. They asked for food Damian asked me to bring the meal which I had earlier on prepared. I brought it and they all devoured it soon after they were all snoring. The following day was a week day and they ought to have had a class but "dem broses" slept past their time for class thereby wasting the full day. <br>
At about 1pm in the afternoon, they woke up and headed their various ways leaving myself and Damian behind. Damian freshened up and went to read. Later that evening he drove both him and myself home I took along my things telling him I would love to spend my remaining holiday at home. <br>
We drove home and on our way, no one uttered a word concerning what transpired the previous day until we got to our street and then Damian told me that not a word of what happened should be heard at home, as always I kept my mouth shut. <br>
When we got home, mum sighting my luggage inquired about the reason why I returned so soon.. the quickest reply that hovered around my mind was... "mum I missed you so I decided to come back home". <br>
  Daddy came back from work alongside my little sister who accompanied him to work. My sister was glad to have me back because the house was becoming boring with only herself at home. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">To be continued..... <br>
</p>
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The naira has fallen drastically when compared to the American dollar. <br>
A few days ago the Emir of Kano(His Eminence Sanusi the second), was talking about the economy in an occasion he attended. The Emir who was the governor of central bank some months ago once again as he has always done, gave an insight into the causality of the recession currently plaguing the nation Nigeria. <br>
The former CBN boss stated that the dependence of the Nigerian economy on crude oil alone has plunged the nation into its current economic saga. He further went on to state that he had known the economy would dwindle with time. He urged the President (His Excellency Muhammadu Buhari) to as a matter of urgency find a lasting solution to the problem so as to ameliorate the sufferings of the populace. <br>
Flowing from the above report, it is clear that Nigeria needs to really diversify its Economy. The fall of crude oil price at the international market has really affected the nations economy. It must not escape mention at this point that before crude oil became an economic product, Nigeria's economy was hinged on the exportation of agricultural products.<br>
But after the discovery of crude oil and it's economic benefits, the leadership of the country and indeed the citizens dropped their agricultural implements and "played the harlot" after crude oil exploration and exportation thereby relegating agriculture to the background gradually and at a certain time dealt agriculture a final blow. <br>
The only solution or at least the most achievable solution to the current economic "higgledy-piggledy" is for more Nigerians to indulge in farming even if it is on a minimal scale. I must tell you that as a farmer myself, and as someone who is acquainted to large scale farmers, the economic benefits that comes from farming is capable of alluring anyone to enter into the agriculture business. If at least there is someone interested in agriculture (even as an aside) in each family, then the economy would progress rapidly. <br>
The only issue now mostly amongst youths in contemporary Nigeria, is the fact that most of them see agriculture as a "poor man's" job and this has further created apathy for agriculture on the side of the average Nigerian youth. <br>
I must tell you that the saying "the rich become richer and the poor become poorer" clearly explains the condition which we face and would continually face as a result of the non interest we show towards agriculture. <br>
At this juncture,I would expatiate on the above quote, through the use of live scenarios. <br>
The owners of Mega Farms in Nigeria are very wealthy and most of them were already well to do through other economic sources before they delved into agriculture in other to expand their wealth. <br>
If those who are already "satisfied with life" can go into agriculture just to make more profit, how much more the average Nigerian who is paid #18, 000 monthly and still buys things like yam and fish which he can easily cultivate and rear in his compound. <br>
We all must at this crucial point in time, indulge in agriculture either crop farming or livestock farming or better still both so as to expand and  build the economy of Nigeria. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">A while ago,  I saw a quote by my friend and colleague Mr. Possible and the quote goes thus ÷<br>
"Not every pain heals with time, not every hurt heals with care.. sometimes, just sometimes, the best times bring back the worst memories"<br>
Destiny Possible Osayi<br>
(2016). </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometime in 2014 to be precise a group of girls were adopted from a school in Northern Nigeria Chibok (to be apt) and up until now some of them are still held captive. In this write-up I would focus on the ones that "escaped" from the adopters. <br>
It is expected that when one escapes or is free from captivity, joy should fill the heart of such a one but this is not so in respect of one of the escapee; a young lady. <br>
After coming back to civilisation, she was initially happy and glad to be back but soon after, she began to hint that she missed her husband who she was forcefully married off to by the gang of adopters. The hearing of this bizarre statement frightened people and some even claimed she had been bedeviled. <br>
Relating this to Mr. Possibles quote, she is having to some extent the best time of this period of her life, but the memories of her forced husband lingers on in her mind with each passing day. She may have had the worst time of her life while in captivity but her disposition towards her "husband" is still positive thereby bringing back some of the worst memories in her life right in the middle of her best times. <br>
Situations like this happen every day in different scales, many persons still thinking of their lost loved ones who died as a result of the "religious war" going on in Nigeria even when they have been compensated by the government and are seemingly ok they remember the memories which they shared with their loved ones and it brings back bitter sensation right in the middle of their jubilation. <br>
  As much as possible we must do our best individually and collectively to make people feel secure and loved even though the country at this point in time is experiencing crisis in every sense of the word. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Da Jandy. </p>
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2. We must not take anyone for granted.<br>
3. We should be trustworthy at all times. <br>
4. We should show good example to everyone we come across. <br>
5. We should always work before we crave for rest (play). <br>
   Da Jandy. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789411833923839390noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060773363104035057.post-39384005332446696372016-08-21T14:16:00.001-07:002016-08-21T14:16:33.820-07:00The Political Mumbo Jumbo in Nigerian politicking; Edo State as a Case Study.
By; Da Jandy.<p dir="ltr">It is stale news that the gubernatorial election in Edo state is around the corner. The singular knowledge of this fact tends to frighten the political parties involved. Most especially the two prominent parties which are "All Progressive Congress(APC)" the ruling party and the strongest opposition party "Peoples Democratic Party(PDP)". <br>
The main aim of this write-up is to beam a search light into the politicking and convictions of Edo people,  and highlight major criteria with which the candidates should be adjudged and subsequently voted for. <br>
In lue of the upcoming elections, various allegations both true and false have been going around so as to limit the trust which the masses repose on the flag bearers of both of the aforementioned parties. Let it be noted at this juncture that the use of the words "FLAG BEARERS OF BOTH PARTIES" is clearly stressed. <br>
 Some quarters have alleged that a particular candidate "stole" from the coffers of the state treasury while serving in a political capacity, others have accused another candidate of not being "qualified" academically and politically to pilot the affairs of Edo State. Some of these allegations might be true but the issue is that the extent of the truism of these allegations cannot be validated totally and this tends to create a distrust amongst the masses about both candidates. This singular issue has caused a deviation from the real aim of political campaign which is to sell the manifesto of candidates vying for political post to the masses who would either buy the ideas of the candidates or not, rather what we now have is the "state" of a STATE torn between itself supporting various candidates based on sentiments, pity, and party affiliations. This ordinarily should not be so. People should not be "bedeviled" by sentimental stands which they take blindly because what ever decisions we take on September 10th 2016 would either Favour us or hunt us for the next four years. <br>
On the basis of this, it is my earnest plea and chastisement to the People of EDO STATE to calm down and weigh both candidates, find out what they actually have to offer and finally make our choices based on such criteria. <br>
 I must tell you.... Then and only Then would we finally have a government that is "by the people, from the people, and for the people"</p>
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I was listening to Joshua's (da Jandy's) "children,leaders of tomorrow"...and a flood of memories came rushing back... memories from a few years back... in one big secondary school somewhere in the university of Benin. . a group of teenagers were in the arts... it was a class full of different characters but one thing bonded all of them and that was their passion for the arts... they were all talented young men and women.... singers.... speakers ..writers... beautiful people owho had a common dream... to read law 😊 so today I remember all of them..... Abolagba Joshua 'Da Jandy' who was fond of warming my hands then... always cold... seat mate for two years... he could tease the hell out of me.. he also used to tell me of how we will be seat mates wen we get to the faculty of law... or how he was going to blow so big... and I was going to hear his songs one day... I am hearing it all right and I miss u... I remember small Aliu Jennifer, she was of course a friend... I remember you with that small mirror of yours, rubbing white powder and repairing ur lipgloss, the only makeup we could own as of then... always beautiful.. miss u girl... then osaruese Rhoda... the girl with "huge" assets... beautiful to the core too although we used to clash back then.. I remember you laughing and me shouting "rodent!!!!! stop it ooo"...miss you too.. Asije Ohita, seat mate for a year, fragile yet strong.. I remember you today rapping... spitting those words out with ferocity... miss u too... Remember Sede gracious, my partner in crime when it came to reading those yeye novels and with one powerful voice... madam, you are highly missed too... Orhue Enodiana, another partner in novel reading.. I remember you with your large skirt.. powerful voice too... miss you.. Can I ever forget Efe Eseka..bestie that year that year.. intelligent with a tint of stubbornness... smallie... you are missed... Ifidon... tall, quiet and mysterious even up till date.. Mr politician.. missing u bad bad... Oriakhi Lisa... you and makeup ehn!!!!! I remember you and Joshua always fighting.. Khai.miss you love... Abu praise... our dear quarrel settler, she was like our mature class mate.. true definition of black is gold.miss u hun..,Emmanuel..."can't spell your surname again oo".. tall,dark and well built even at that our young age... I wonder how you look like now..i miss you too.. can't exactly remember everyone as I am sleeping and typing but I truthfully miss you all... you know what my last memory of us all... "all of us, sitting in our various seats... Joshua and I.... ohita and praise... Rhoda and Jennifer... lisa rubbing lipstick sitting on the seat that Joshua abandoned for her.. Ifidon in one place like that talking with Emmanuel... Orhue reading a novel... Efe thinking of one joke like that to say.. all of us on our 'low cuts'... dressed in our pink and purple uniforms, white socks and brown shoes... and everyone suddenly laughing at one funny thing Efe has said" happy that we were together in the Arts... SSS1B ND SS2F.... life might have separated us but I remember you all fondly and all I can say... je vous aime ( I love you all)<br />
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By: Dee Adebayo </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789411833923839390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060773363104035057.post-26836409300355275322016-08-20T15:49:00.001-07:002016-08-20T15:49:51.295-07:00The Prevalent issue of lack of respect amongst youths in contemporary times. <p dir="ltr">Many a time Elders most especially African parents often stress the need for children and youths alike to cultivate the habitual nature of respecting and greeting elders. This attitude was hitherto adhered to strictly but in the 21st century, this culture of respect for elders began to dwindle drastically. A number of reasons have been put forward as to the cause of this negative trend. These include; <br>
1. Failure on the part of Parents to instill the "greeting culture" into their children. <br>
2. Exposure to such trend through the availability of western movies in which children show little or no respect to their elders. <br>
3. The African Children themselves claiming that the "greeting culture" is old fashioned. <br>
4. Some Elders don't respond when they are greeted. <br>
These and many more are the reasons given as an explanation of the ill manner portrayed by youngsters today. <br>
Not too long ago I was driving into my school compound through the main gate in company of a youngster. I greeted the security officer who gave me a gate pass and to my dismay he didn't reply. I felt bad (I must confess) but I drove past him and continued my journey. The youngster accompanying me saw the look on my face and putting "1 and 2" together he figured out that the reason why I was not all smiling was due to the fact that I was snubbed at the gate a while ago. Having known me for a while and my constant adjudication for people to always greet elders, he began to put forward reasons why he ordinarily does not greet some certain people and this included the "snubbing ish". After much haggle we finally settled the issue by me telling him to keep on greeting elders because it's the right thing to do at all times and it also has its reward. <br>
  So many other persons have various painful experiences while trying to exchange pleasantries with elders and getting snubbed. These persons sometimes resolve to keep their cool and continue to greet but this is not admissible to all due to the fact that we all have our "elastic limits" by which when stretched beyond limit, may snap and give room to a cantankerous situation. <br>
  In suggesting a solution, when we are faced with such situations, we should try as much as possible to "play the fool" and move past the scene at that particular time; <br>
reason being that it takes absolutely nothing to greet a person and even if they snub us,  it equally takes absolute nothing from us to go our way without creating a scene that would either make us suffer grievous bodily or emotional harm. <br>
Finally as a concluding sentence, I would say that it pays to be respectful at all times because by so doing, people have received unmerited favours from others. <br>
Da Jandy</p>
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