Moving as to be a good thing>> Yes we moved!! *windeck* Prior to the scheduled date believe me the excitement was high. Spent the better part of the weekend at work while you were lounging at the beach or chilling with your personal person. I was carrying heavy tables, monitors, ups, cpu believe me those things look light but when you carry about 15 the story is different.
I have worked my ass out & i have no seat, no desk, no desktop, typing straight out of *somebody's living room* don't ask. I am not telling who. We had issues with accommodation about it being a residential area & it is not open to commercial activities cos the "olowo' don't want to be disturbed. Why in God's name would some people decide to put a gate to the entrance of a street that houses about 9 houses & call it close. Yes! i know they have a point. They have a point its purely residential & offices shouldn't be there i agree. But then nobody wants to take the bullet, nobody wants to step down for the other. Why in God's name would i want my quite environment turned into a market square?
I look at my boss & i feel really sorry. This man is a hard worker, i respect you sir! gosh! i heard he is young, but the stress of running a business is telling on him even though at the end of the month we all smile home. I miss my table, will miss the busy noisy town, my long walk to the bus park. There is something about GRA that is just not it. I hope its good for business.
We hope we work through this week & oga! month end is close oooo...
Talkative signing out. xoxo
Monday, 26 September 2011
Thursday, 22 September 2011
COB GIST! SO WHAT IF ITS PORN??
I was sitting at my desk when this somebody that i cannot mention saw my screen & shouted that i am watching porn. PORN? porn at work during working hour?Trust amebo a.k.a busy body when they hear a scream.. hhhmmm! I leave the rest to your imagination.
I was not watching porn. Just studying the burns of the girl on my previous post.... Is that PORN??
GIRL BATH ANOTHER GIRL WITH OIL
I saw the pics on twitter some days back but the gist is not complete.
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| the culprit |
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| The victim before the incident |
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| After the incident |
Why would a girl do this to another girl? Rivalry?
#whyevils
N.B: Will give you the gist as it unfolds.
YESTERDAY STILL SPEAKS!!
In my usually inquisitive self or like my personal person would call it *joblessness* i was surfing the internet and i ran into an article by Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye written in 2005 what caught my attention was *where do we run to?* Where do we run to when men who are suppose to be our friend, our brother, our guardian, turn around to be our worst enemy, our fear, the ones who bring unforgettable scars. The endless tales of rape & violence against women are growing in leaps & bounds. The cases we have heard of, are of those who have spoken about their experiences, shared their stories, their pain. What about those who would rather die than share their story? Where do we run to when our government close a blind eyes in bringing the rapist to justice?Where do we run to when our rapists are the children of the influential? Where do we run to when justice can't take its true cause? Where do we run to when the society stigmatize the victims? Where do we run to when your family don't believe you & think you made the story up? Where????
I am sharing Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye's article to bring to open another one out of many stories of people raped while travelling.. This happened in 2005 believe me, this is not the last..
Its a long read. Grab a drink, popcorn, biscuits before you start....
As the ill-fated bus tore through the thick murkiness of the nights and got to somewhere near Lokoja, Kogi State, at about 2.00 am, some men of darkness who had all the while pretended to be fellow passengers took control of the bus, robbed them of all their valuables. As they did this, everybody lay prostrate on the floor of the bus as instructed by them. About six young girls were on the bus. The men violently pulled them out, forced them to undress and began to rape them. As they took turns with these hapless girls, raping them with savagery and beastly relish, the girls cried in deep pain. A witness said it was impossible to determine how many times each of them had each of the girls. And as some of the girls screamed in pain, they shut them up with murderous threats and blows. In fact, the gang-raping continued amidst the muffled cries of searing pain and anguish from the girls until after five in the morning. All those hours, while this horror and brutish exercise lasted, the vehicle packed by the roadside, on the expressway, undisturbed by anyone! Other vehicles simply sped past.
Then, they ordered everybody to undress, and showed readiness to shoot anyone that resisted. The subdued passengers obeyed with great fear. The ordeal had drained all of them of every strength, will and courage. Girls, boys, old men and old women - many of whom were parents, children and other relations - all pulled off every article of clothing on them, and scampered into the bush as they were ordered, thinking their tormentors would shoot them from behind. Then, the armed men sped off with the vehicle, carrying their clothes, bags and everything with them.
You can then imagine the trauma, humiliation and deep pain of these passengers, about sixty of them, as the otherwise friendly, soothing early morning sun finally drove away the thin cover of receding darkness and advertised the stark reality of their shame before an embarrassed daylight. Try to visualize it: sixty naked human beings, of different ages, emerging from the bush, in broad daylight, to seek help, to reclaim what remains of their battered dignity and personhood. Welcome to Gen. Obasanjo’s Nigeria, the giant of Africa, where there is a determined effort by pretenders to the throne to force civilization to beat a quick retreat!
That incident took place a couple of weeks ago. And since then, dear reader, I have heard several other equally chilling accounts, from people who had undergone the same ordeal, in a country somebody claims to be ruling, and even scheming to tinker with the Constitution to allow him encumber the ground for some more years!
The latest report I got of another instance of modern savagery left me totally shattered. About two weeks ago, a young, fair, beautiful and bright girl, a 22-year-old medical student from one of Nigeria’s universities, was shown into my office. Now, in this particular case, this girl did not board a night bus. Her own ordeal took place in broad daylight!
She had joined a Coaster bus at about 9.00 am in Benin, the Edo State capital to go to Abuja. As the vehicle approached Okene, one young man stood up, approached the driver with a gun, and ordered him to surrender the steering to him. As the driver tried to explain that it was too dangerous to do so since he was on top speed, he simply shot him on the head, shoved him aside, and took over.
As he did so, the vehicle swerved dangerously this way and that way, causing the other passengers to scream in fear. Immediately, his colleagues, four of them, whipped out their guns, and ordered everyone to either keep quiet or be killed. One old man thought they had a conscience he could appeal to: “But we have all been traveling together as friends, why have you suddenly turned against us?” He cried.
That proved to be his last speech on earth. One of the men shot him, and he slumped, and lay still. As the new driver battled to gain control of the vehicle which was going wild on the road, a woman suddenly woke up from sleep, unaware that the vehicle now had a new driver, and that she was at the mercy of some gun-wielding young men. And so, she shouted: “Ha! Driver, you want to kill us? Why are you driving like this?”
That too, sounded like the dying refrain of her own dirge, in fact, her swan song. A cruel shot instantly made her children motherless, and her husband, a widower! And now a stern warning rang out from one of the new lords of the hapless bus: “If you dare open your mouth, and say anything again, then you are dead!” Everyone was gripped with benumbing fear as the journey progressed.
Then, they met a police checkpoint and some glimmer of hope rose in the quiet hearts of the hostages. But, in a flash, the driver simply put out his hand, and gave out some notes to the cops.
“Okay, Area, carry go!” the elated cop shouted.
The policeman did not even bother to look inside the vehicle, as they usually do, even after a driver had “performed.” The new driver was obviously familiar! This happened so fast, that it must have seemed like a dream to the conquered passengers. It then increased the crippling fear inside the vehicle. As they neared Abuja, after a couple of hours, they diverted to a bush path which eventually took them to a cleared ground. By now, the sun had begun to show signs of weariness. They had done every robbery while the vehicle was still cruising on the expressway. According to the girl, another girl that sat beside her, was shot dead for trying to play smart with her money, and her blood splattered on her own body, as she fell heavily on her. In fact, when the shot rang out, so close and dreadful, the girl said she thought she was the one shot, until she opened her eyes, to see she was still on this side of existence. She tried to push the lifeless girl, now leaning heavily on her, with her fresh, red blood running freely, but she was too heavy for her, and she was too benumbed by fear to push too hard. Another man who tried to make a phone call had his belly shattered by angry bullets, and his intestines spilled out!
The young men ordered everyone to disembark and undress, but the passengers hesitated. Initially, they had thought “remove your clothes!” did not also include pulling off their inner wears. But when one man was shot for delaying to remove his underpants, they all, young and old, including one fat, elderly woman, had to hurriedly strip themselves stark nude before the young men. They then lay prostrate, as commanded. The vehicle normally should carry only eighteen passengers, but, you know our way here: it was overloaded. They were about twenty-two or more.
The girl, a born-again Christian, who had sworn to preserve her virginity till she got married had led in prayers as the journey commenced. She had also wanted to preach the gospel to her fellow passengers, but when she noticed that a man nearby also wanted to do so, she deferred to him. So the robbers took to calling her “sister” and the other man, “pastor”. Both of them, incidentally lay near each other, very close to the bush, as four of the men began to select the girls they wanted to take away, while only one kept guard. She was the second they touched, as she lay down, praying silently. But as they dragged her up, and ran their eyes over her nude body, the leader of the gang exclaimed: “Can’t you see, that that woman is pregnant, you want trouble?”
“It is true-o!” exclaimed the other. “My mother once told me that anyone who did anything with a pregnant woman will surely carry a curse. Eeehh, oya, lie back there!”
And with that, he left her and selected another girl. Then, the four went into the bush with “their” girls while one kept guard.
Indeed, this girl was not pregnant. In fact, she was even midway into a four days fasting programme! Her tummy was not in any way big, at least, I looked at her. But then, as we all know, God has a way of shielding His own in an ungoverned jungle like Obasanjo’s Nigeria!
Now pause awhile, and reason with me: why was it necessary for the four men to take the girls into the bush? Merely to rape them? I certainly don’t think so! Why would they have to go that far to do what they could have conveniently done there, considering the risk in leaving only one person to guard the other hostages? Are they too foolish to not have thought that someone might jump at the lone guard? Suicidal, but possible! So, they must have taken that risk because, what they wanted to do was not what they could possibly do before the other hostages without attracting a revolt, even if suicidal.
Let’s face it: those girls must have enacted their own death-walk, to yield their delicate parts for ritual purposes, if you ask me! Although, rape must have preceded that, any way!
And to lend credence to this view, when the girl called her mobile phone, taken by them, the next morning, and introduced herself as that “Sister”, the voice on the other side retorted in anger: “So, you escaped!? How did you escape, by the way!?” See what I mean? And even before they began selecting the girls, they were taunting them and saying the girl and the other man: “Ah, Pastor, pray-o-o! pray-o-o! Sister, pray-o-o! Today is judgment day!” Guess what that implied.
Now, because, the girl and the preacher lay near the bush, shielded a bit by the body of the bus, the man whispered to her that this was their only chance to escape, as those men could kill all of them, once they re-emerged. They slowly, and noiselessly, crawled into the bush, and made good their escape. They never believed their guard would not see and gun them down. Yes, they never believed it. They just tried it nonetheless, and it worked. And suddenly discovering themselves safe and free, even though, stark nude (who cared again?), they ran very far into the bush. Soon, they began hearing gunshots from the place they just had escaped from. They ran farther inside the bush. And about an hour later, convinced the men must have left the place, they traced their way back, still with fear and trepidation, hoping, at least, to retrieve their clothes. But when they got there, they saw nobody or vehicle or anything. Only blood splatter everywhere! Indeed, it was doomsday as the young men had promised!
Then, wearily and fearfully, they commenced the painful, arduous task of tracing their way to the direction they believed would lead them to the road. Fortunately, they met Fulani herdsmen in the bush who ran back on sighting them. But with the aid signs, the man was able to make them realize they needed clothes.
The herdsmen threw their turbans at them, and still kept their distance. It was now getting dark, and in their desperation to find their ways to the road, they missed each other. But luckily for the girl, when she got to the road, she met a lady who had just disembarked from a bus. After hearing her story, she gave her something to wear and some money to get to Abuja.
Indeed, this girl actually passed through the valley of the shadow of death! In fact, she told me that she still found it difficult to take her meals, even days after the gory incident.
“I have seen a dead body before, but I never imagined I would one day witness people shot dead before my very eyes. I saw blood gushing out. It is so difficult to get over what happened.” she said.
As we thank God that the girl is alive today to tell her story, we should also spare some thought for the many others, not so lucky? What about several other unreported incidents of this of this horrible nature?
Indeed, Nigeria’s rulers must be worried by the unbearably harsh conditions they have unleashed in the country which are now driving people into this gory extremities and savagery. Are we sure the boldness and fearlessness of these hoodlums are not fired by their sudden realization that Nigerians live in an ungoverned, poorly policed country? As this nation continues to be run aground by totally selfish, greedy and unpatriotic minds in Abuja under the headship of Gen Olusegun Obasanjo, who suck the nation dry and manufacture lists of “achievements” to impress the world, burnish their image, and service their ego, incidents like these might multiply with alarming rate and become everybody’s nightmare.
This gory exercise may be taking place every other day on the nation’s highways, largely unreported. From the girl’s description, those men are likely to be young, unemployed graduates whose inspiration and motivation may be solely derived from the vulgar ostentation and boundless profligacy advertised unceasingly by unrepentant mis-rulers who daily weary us sore with drab and exasperating calls for more sacrifices and tightening of belts, while they wallow in reckless, lavish spending.
Somebody should better walk across and warn them, their cheerleaders and collaborators, because, every indication now points to the fact that this dangerously trend is gradually drawing close… even to well-heeled and privileged quarters! It is no longer the exclusive menu of the poor and underprivileged.
Just the other day, some hoodlums, reportedly gained access to the “highly fortified” Apo Legislative Quarters, Abuja, where the nation’s legislators idle away at our expense, while a dictator is being systematically bred next door, at Aso Rock Villa. Well, the bacchanal and wild reveling will soon be called off, because, the environment will no longer be conducive for all that. Have we forgotten so soon that not too long ago, Hon Ofodile was neatly abducted by hoodlums from the same “highly fortified” Apo Legislative Quarters and driven out through their well-manned gates, and was later dumped somewhere along the Zuba—Kaduna Road or so. Does that send any signal to anybody, that it will reach a stage when Aso Rock Villa will no longer be immune?
Okay, I am told, wives and children of the rulers, the wealthy and the privileged class do not patronize public transport vehicles? They should better rouse themselves from this myth of “impregnable” security around us, and begin to fix this gradually dying nation. Now, after they have left government, where are they going to say to enjoy their massive loot? In the moon? How do they hope to secure themselves in country that is fast producing an army of hungry and angry, depersoned desperadoes, who place value in nothing, not even their lives?
Indeed, now that we have a sincere, transparent man, Mr. Sunday Ehindero, as Inspector-General of Police (IGP), should we let the opportunity to refurbish the Nigeria police and re-engineer them back to patriotic duty slip from us? What indeed can horribly paid, poorly clothed, and grossly impoverished policemen possibly achieve before this dare-devil criminals? If the current degeneration and impoverishment of the citizenry continue unchecked, while the highly provocative, unimaginable display of wealth by those whose only known source of income is their appointment to one government office or the other continue unabated, very soon, many first wives or ladies, and first daughters may equally have their own generous taste of the harrowing ordeal related earlier, even if they are transported in armoured vehicles and flown to and from their well-guarded, cozy homes with helicopters. It is only a matter of time.
With so much money coming in from oil alone, does it not amount to outright sadism that the current government has not done anything to add the slightest bit of value to the lives of the people since it imposed itself on Nigerians through a massively rigged election six years ago? Instead, they unceasingly descend on the people with clearly punitive policies like incessant increases in fuel price. Through these insensitive and soulless policies, they compel the pauperized people to subsidize their insufferable inefficiency and unabated corruption.
Indeed, it is not yet too late to reverse this current decay and commence the process of fixing this country before we degenerate into an anarchic situation. Nigerians in the Diaspora who feel indifferent to what is happening at home, should pause awhile and ponder what it would be like to be welcomed home one day with this kind of ordeal. What of friends of Nigeria who daily rebuke us for not recognizing the “great achievements” being churned out by Gen Olusegun Obasanjo in Nigeria. Well, I think they should better to put in a word for their friend, the implacable Emperor in Abuja. At least, he has already accumulated so much for himself, his countless children and wives. Time has come for him to devote some of the billions of dollars realized from the sale of oil to fix the country. It is not too much to ask.
In Nigeria, industries are closing down due to unceasing power failure, high cost of gas due to countless price increases (in an oil producing country). There is repeated retrenchment of hardworking junior employees in the civil service, while the top officials whose salaries can pay all the junior workers put together, are left to go on stealing with utmost impunity. Obasanjo has countless ministers and aid, but many of them are assigned overlapping function, just to keep them there. Some just idle way there answering Special Advisers of Special Assistants, going home with fat salaries and incredibly huge estacodes from countless, frivolous travels.
Graduates are roaming the streets with no jobs. Schools are decaying due to lack of basic infrastructure. Libraries and laboratories are virtually empty. Teachers have been driven out of the country into better managed (though poorly endowed) nations because of this government’s anti-intellectual stance. There are no good roads to transport goods and services. The poverty and hunger in the land today are simply killing.
In the midst of all these, government has practically declared a war on the long-suffering citizens of Nigeria. It is trying to create a model city in Abuja with the blood of its poor citizens. Which is more important: human or physical development? If you beautify cities without developing the people, the cities will one day degenerate to the people’s level. Today, citizens who had secured approvals to build houses and shops before this government came in are wantonly rendered homeless by arrogant and soulless officials, and given no alternative places of abode. For instance, in the recent demolitions of buildings and business premises, which took place in Kubwa, Abuja, some people lost their homes, places of business, and even their Church where they could go to worship and get succour. Now, many of them are hiding with all their frustrations, shame and pain, in uncompleted buildings which would also be demolished soon. Poorly paid, and living in very harsh business climate, where can they source the funds to at least move their families to their villages, where they may not even have built any house? They have become refuges and destitute in their own country. The difference is that, in their case, no one cares.
Indeed, these are the terrible situations that breed the horrible men that has now turned round to become the nation’s nightmare.
Indeed, Prof Chinua Achebe is right: “This is an example of a country that has fallen down; it has collapsed. This house has fallen.”
Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye studied English at the University of Port Harcourt and received a Master's degree in Literature in English at the University of Ilorin.
I am sharing Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye's article to bring to open another one out of many stories of people raped while travelling.. This happened in 2005 believe me, this is not the last..
Its a long read. Grab a drink, popcorn, biscuits before you start....
Rape in Nigeria - Where Then Shall We Run To?
Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye - 8/29/2005
Then, they ordered everybody to undress, and showed readiness to shoot anyone that resisted. The subdued passengers obeyed with great fear. The ordeal had drained all of them of every strength, will and courage. Girls, boys, old men and old women - many of whom were parents, children and other relations - all pulled off every article of clothing on them, and scampered into the bush as they were ordered, thinking their tormentors would shoot them from behind. Then, the armed men sped off with the vehicle, carrying their clothes, bags and everything with them.
You can then imagine the trauma, humiliation and deep pain of these passengers, about sixty of them, as the otherwise friendly, soothing early morning sun finally drove away the thin cover of receding darkness and advertised the stark reality of their shame before an embarrassed daylight. Try to visualize it: sixty naked human beings, of different ages, emerging from the bush, in broad daylight, to seek help, to reclaim what remains of their battered dignity and personhood. Welcome to Gen. Obasanjo’s Nigeria, the giant of Africa, where there is a determined effort by pretenders to the throne to force civilization to beat a quick retreat!
That incident took place a couple of weeks ago. And since then, dear reader, I have heard several other equally chilling accounts, from people who had undergone the same ordeal, in a country somebody claims to be ruling, and even scheming to tinker with the Constitution to allow him encumber the ground for some more years!
The latest report I got of another instance of modern savagery left me totally shattered. About two weeks ago, a young, fair, beautiful and bright girl, a 22-year-old medical student from one of Nigeria’s universities, was shown into my office. Now, in this particular case, this girl did not board a night bus. Her own ordeal took place in broad daylight!
She had joined a Coaster bus at about 9.00 am in Benin, the Edo State capital to go to Abuja. As the vehicle approached Okene, one young man stood up, approached the driver with a gun, and ordered him to surrender the steering to him. As the driver tried to explain that it was too dangerous to do so since he was on top speed, he simply shot him on the head, shoved him aside, and took over.
As he did so, the vehicle swerved dangerously this way and that way, causing the other passengers to scream in fear. Immediately, his colleagues, four of them, whipped out their guns, and ordered everyone to either keep quiet or be killed. One old man thought they had a conscience he could appeal to: “But we have all been traveling together as friends, why have you suddenly turned against us?” He cried.
That proved to be his last speech on earth. One of the men shot him, and he slumped, and lay still. As the new driver battled to gain control of the vehicle which was going wild on the road, a woman suddenly woke up from sleep, unaware that the vehicle now had a new driver, and that she was at the mercy of some gun-wielding young men. And so, she shouted: “Ha! Driver, you want to kill us? Why are you driving like this?”
That too, sounded like the dying refrain of her own dirge, in fact, her swan song. A cruel shot instantly made her children motherless, and her husband, a widower! And now a stern warning rang out from one of the new lords of the hapless bus: “If you dare open your mouth, and say anything again, then you are dead!” Everyone was gripped with benumbing fear as the journey progressed.
Then, they met a police checkpoint and some glimmer of hope rose in the quiet hearts of the hostages. But, in a flash, the driver simply put out his hand, and gave out some notes to the cops.
“Okay, Area, carry go!” the elated cop shouted.
The policeman did not even bother to look inside the vehicle, as they usually do, even after a driver had “performed.” The new driver was obviously familiar! This happened so fast, that it must have seemed like a dream to the conquered passengers. It then increased the crippling fear inside the vehicle. As they neared Abuja, after a couple of hours, they diverted to a bush path which eventually took them to a cleared ground. By now, the sun had begun to show signs of weariness. They had done every robbery while the vehicle was still cruising on the expressway. According to the girl, another girl that sat beside her, was shot dead for trying to play smart with her money, and her blood splattered on her own body, as she fell heavily on her. In fact, when the shot rang out, so close and dreadful, the girl said she thought she was the one shot, until she opened her eyes, to see she was still on this side of existence. She tried to push the lifeless girl, now leaning heavily on her, with her fresh, red blood running freely, but she was too heavy for her, and she was too benumbed by fear to push too hard. Another man who tried to make a phone call had his belly shattered by angry bullets, and his intestines spilled out!
The young men ordered everyone to disembark and undress, but the passengers hesitated. Initially, they had thought “remove your clothes!” did not also include pulling off their inner wears. But when one man was shot for delaying to remove his underpants, they all, young and old, including one fat, elderly woman, had to hurriedly strip themselves stark nude before the young men. They then lay prostrate, as commanded. The vehicle normally should carry only eighteen passengers, but, you know our way here: it was overloaded. They were about twenty-two or more.
The girl, a born-again Christian, who had sworn to preserve her virginity till she got married had led in prayers as the journey commenced. She had also wanted to preach the gospel to her fellow passengers, but when she noticed that a man nearby also wanted to do so, she deferred to him. So the robbers took to calling her “sister” and the other man, “pastor”. Both of them, incidentally lay near each other, very close to the bush, as four of the men began to select the girls they wanted to take away, while only one kept guard. She was the second they touched, as she lay down, praying silently. But as they dragged her up, and ran their eyes over her nude body, the leader of the gang exclaimed: “Can’t you see, that that woman is pregnant, you want trouble?”
“It is true-o!” exclaimed the other. “My mother once told me that anyone who did anything with a pregnant woman will surely carry a curse. Eeehh, oya, lie back there!”
And with that, he left her and selected another girl. Then, the four went into the bush with “their” girls while one kept guard.
Indeed, this girl was not pregnant. In fact, she was even midway into a four days fasting programme! Her tummy was not in any way big, at least, I looked at her. But then, as we all know, God has a way of shielding His own in an ungoverned jungle like Obasanjo’s Nigeria!
Now pause awhile, and reason with me: why was it necessary for the four men to take the girls into the bush? Merely to rape them? I certainly don’t think so! Why would they have to go that far to do what they could have conveniently done there, considering the risk in leaving only one person to guard the other hostages? Are they too foolish to not have thought that someone might jump at the lone guard? Suicidal, but possible! So, they must have taken that risk because, what they wanted to do was not what they could possibly do before the other hostages without attracting a revolt, even if suicidal.
Let’s face it: those girls must have enacted their own death-walk, to yield their delicate parts for ritual purposes, if you ask me! Although, rape must have preceded that, any way!
And to lend credence to this view, when the girl called her mobile phone, taken by them, the next morning, and introduced herself as that “Sister”, the voice on the other side retorted in anger: “So, you escaped!? How did you escape, by the way!?” See what I mean? And even before they began selecting the girls, they were taunting them and saying the girl and the other man: “Ah, Pastor, pray-o-o! pray-o-o! Sister, pray-o-o! Today is judgment day!” Guess what that implied.
Now, because, the girl and the preacher lay near the bush, shielded a bit by the body of the bus, the man whispered to her that this was their only chance to escape, as those men could kill all of them, once they re-emerged. They slowly, and noiselessly, crawled into the bush, and made good their escape. They never believed their guard would not see and gun them down. Yes, they never believed it. They just tried it nonetheless, and it worked. And suddenly discovering themselves safe and free, even though, stark nude (who cared again?), they ran very far into the bush. Soon, they began hearing gunshots from the place they just had escaped from. They ran farther inside the bush. And about an hour later, convinced the men must have left the place, they traced their way back, still with fear and trepidation, hoping, at least, to retrieve their clothes. But when they got there, they saw nobody or vehicle or anything. Only blood splatter everywhere! Indeed, it was doomsday as the young men had promised!
Then, wearily and fearfully, they commenced the painful, arduous task of tracing their way to the direction they believed would lead them to the road. Fortunately, they met Fulani herdsmen in the bush who ran back on sighting them. But with the aid signs, the man was able to make them realize they needed clothes.
The herdsmen threw their turbans at them, and still kept their distance. It was now getting dark, and in their desperation to find their ways to the road, they missed each other. But luckily for the girl, when she got to the road, she met a lady who had just disembarked from a bus. After hearing her story, she gave her something to wear and some money to get to Abuja.
Indeed, this girl actually passed through the valley of the shadow of death! In fact, she told me that she still found it difficult to take her meals, even days after the gory incident.
“I have seen a dead body before, but I never imagined I would one day witness people shot dead before my very eyes. I saw blood gushing out. It is so difficult to get over what happened.” she said.
As we thank God that the girl is alive today to tell her story, we should also spare some thought for the many others, not so lucky? What about several other unreported incidents of this of this horrible nature?
Indeed, Nigeria’s rulers must be worried by the unbearably harsh conditions they have unleashed in the country which are now driving people into this gory extremities and savagery. Are we sure the boldness and fearlessness of these hoodlums are not fired by their sudden realization that Nigerians live in an ungoverned, poorly policed country? As this nation continues to be run aground by totally selfish, greedy and unpatriotic minds in Abuja under the headship of Gen Olusegun Obasanjo, who suck the nation dry and manufacture lists of “achievements” to impress the world, burnish their image, and service their ego, incidents like these might multiply with alarming rate and become everybody’s nightmare.
This gory exercise may be taking place every other day on the nation’s highways, largely unreported. From the girl’s description, those men are likely to be young, unemployed graduates whose inspiration and motivation may be solely derived from the vulgar ostentation and boundless profligacy advertised unceasingly by unrepentant mis-rulers who daily weary us sore with drab and exasperating calls for more sacrifices and tightening of belts, while they wallow in reckless, lavish spending.
Somebody should better walk across and warn them, their cheerleaders and collaborators, because, every indication now points to the fact that this dangerously trend is gradually drawing close… even to well-heeled and privileged quarters! It is no longer the exclusive menu of the poor and underprivileged.
Just the other day, some hoodlums, reportedly gained access to the “highly fortified” Apo Legislative Quarters, Abuja, where the nation’s legislators idle away at our expense, while a dictator is being systematically bred next door, at Aso Rock Villa. Well, the bacchanal and wild reveling will soon be called off, because, the environment will no longer be conducive for all that. Have we forgotten so soon that not too long ago, Hon Ofodile was neatly abducted by hoodlums from the same “highly fortified” Apo Legislative Quarters and driven out through their well-manned gates, and was later dumped somewhere along the Zuba—Kaduna Road or so. Does that send any signal to anybody, that it will reach a stage when Aso Rock Villa will no longer be immune?
Okay, I am told, wives and children of the rulers, the wealthy and the privileged class do not patronize public transport vehicles? They should better rouse themselves from this myth of “impregnable” security around us, and begin to fix this gradually dying nation. Now, after they have left government, where are they going to say to enjoy their massive loot? In the moon? How do they hope to secure themselves in country that is fast producing an army of hungry and angry, depersoned desperadoes, who place value in nothing, not even their lives?
Indeed, now that we have a sincere, transparent man, Mr. Sunday Ehindero, as Inspector-General of Police (IGP), should we let the opportunity to refurbish the Nigeria police and re-engineer them back to patriotic duty slip from us? What indeed can horribly paid, poorly clothed, and grossly impoverished policemen possibly achieve before this dare-devil criminals? If the current degeneration and impoverishment of the citizenry continue unchecked, while the highly provocative, unimaginable display of wealth by those whose only known source of income is their appointment to one government office or the other continue unabated, very soon, many first wives or ladies, and first daughters may equally have their own generous taste of the harrowing ordeal related earlier, even if they are transported in armoured vehicles and flown to and from their well-guarded, cozy homes with helicopters. It is only a matter of time.
With so much money coming in from oil alone, does it not amount to outright sadism that the current government has not done anything to add the slightest bit of value to the lives of the people since it imposed itself on Nigerians through a massively rigged election six years ago? Instead, they unceasingly descend on the people with clearly punitive policies like incessant increases in fuel price. Through these insensitive and soulless policies, they compel the pauperized people to subsidize their insufferable inefficiency and unabated corruption.
Indeed, it is not yet too late to reverse this current decay and commence the process of fixing this country before we degenerate into an anarchic situation. Nigerians in the Diaspora who feel indifferent to what is happening at home, should pause awhile and ponder what it would be like to be welcomed home one day with this kind of ordeal. What of friends of Nigeria who daily rebuke us for not recognizing the “great achievements” being churned out by Gen Olusegun Obasanjo in Nigeria. Well, I think they should better to put in a word for their friend, the implacable Emperor in Abuja. At least, he has already accumulated so much for himself, his countless children and wives. Time has come for him to devote some of the billions of dollars realized from the sale of oil to fix the country. It is not too much to ask.
In Nigeria, industries are closing down due to unceasing power failure, high cost of gas due to countless price increases (in an oil producing country). There is repeated retrenchment of hardworking junior employees in the civil service, while the top officials whose salaries can pay all the junior workers put together, are left to go on stealing with utmost impunity. Obasanjo has countless ministers and aid, but many of them are assigned overlapping function, just to keep them there. Some just idle way there answering Special Advisers of Special Assistants, going home with fat salaries and incredibly huge estacodes from countless, frivolous travels.
Graduates are roaming the streets with no jobs. Schools are decaying due to lack of basic infrastructure. Libraries and laboratories are virtually empty. Teachers have been driven out of the country into better managed (though poorly endowed) nations because of this government’s anti-intellectual stance. There are no good roads to transport goods and services. The poverty and hunger in the land today are simply killing.
In the midst of all these, government has practically declared a war on the long-suffering citizens of Nigeria. It is trying to create a model city in Abuja with the blood of its poor citizens. Which is more important: human or physical development? If you beautify cities without developing the people, the cities will one day degenerate to the people’s level. Today, citizens who had secured approvals to build houses and shops before this government came in are wantonly rendered homeless by arrogant and soulless officials, and given no alternative places of abode. For instance, in the recent demolitions of buildings and business premises, which took place in Kubwa, Abuja, some people lost their homes, places of business, and even their Church where they could go to worship and get succour. Now, many of them are hiding with all their frustrations, shame and pain, in uncompleted buildings which would also be demolished soon. Poorly paid, and living in very harsh business climate, where can they source the funds to at least move their families to their villages, where they may not even have built any house? They have become refuges and destitute in their own country. The difference is that, in their case, no one cares.
Indeed, these are the terrible situations that breed the horrible men that has now turned round to become the nation’s nightmare.
Indeed, Prof Chinua Achebe is right: “This is an example of a country that has fallen down; it has collapsed. This house has fallen.”
Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye studied English at the University of Port Harcourt and received a Master's degree in Literature in English at the University of Ilorin.
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
COKE& FANTA!!
Do you remember Sylvia Nduka, sure you won't remember!MBGN world 2011.. Miss stage fright?
The new released pics of her ehn! She is fairer than my b**bs now.. It amuses me how beauty queens who contested black skinned step out months after winning light skinned.
Miss Sylvia, your skin looks good but when a black person becomes fair it is called bleaching for my village. for Lagos, na toning..
DO US PROUD& BRING THE CROWN HOME ABI?
HER EXCELLENCY SPEAKS..
If you have not heard about the rape incident then you should be sent back to the stone age & remain there. The governor the Government of Abia State & the School authorities denied it happened in their jurisdiction.. The new development is, Her Excellency, Mrs Mercy Orji, wife of the Executive Governor of Abia state as taken the case up. Good news? Hhhmmm! wasn't she aware of the video before they denied it? I am hopeful that something positive will come out of this.. God bless you Ma.
The Office of Her Excellency, Mrs Mercy Odochi Orji is absolutely not oblivious of the current news making the rounds; alleging a rape case of a young woman and a student of Abia State University by FIVE male students.
The Office of Her Excellency, wishes to make it categorically clear that available report from the leadership of the University said that there was no such inglorious act and ugly incident in the institution.
His Excellency, Chief T. A. Orji, the Executive Governor of Abia State has investigated and still investigating the allegation. However, we appeal that the victim should help by giving a lead to enable government bring perpetrators to book.
Her Excellency has been at the forefront of championing the course of womanhood and promoting the Girl Child Education, Kicking against Child trafficking and Abuse, Teenage Pregnancy and Child Labour, and would therefore stop at nothing to bring the perpetrators to face the long arm of the law if allegation if found to be true even if happened outside the institution.
The report as a matter of necessity, justice and fair play should be substantiated with facts in the interest of our society.
Mrs Mercy Odochi Orji
Wife of the Governor,
Abia State.
mercyodochi@abiastate.gov.ng
*talkofnaija.
If you have information on who the boys are, where they live, please send an email to mercyodochi@abiastate.gov.org. God bless
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
YOUR BROTHER IS A RAPIST! THE VICTIM IS YOUR SISTER!
With vexation of heart am i typing right now. Over the weekend i heard of a GANG RAPE of 5 guys humping one girl. I read it on a blog & i cried my eyes out not cause i know the girl but to think of a woman like me in an helpless situation RAPED for over one hour by 5 guys, NO! 5 animals who found themselves amidst human.I have followed the story closely. I am angry about the comments of youths who are suppose to be your friend, brother, sister who turn around & say things that are thought provoking & you begin to imagine where human sympathy is.
Imagine if this lady is your sister, would go ahead & say this? Before you cast stones remember you have sisters, cousins, mothers, friends it could be anybody. But in your naivety, haven't you heard of male gang rape? homosexual rape! *angry much* To think that some people think it was staged makes me want to smash my screen right now. I am on twitter & to see think that fellow Nigerians started the joke #rapeherif if you don't know, know now.If you partook in that joke, you are a potential rapist.
In the court of law, the palntiff press charges. If the girl does not come out now nothing can be done. NGO'S cannot. i repeat cannot press charges in this situation they have no *LOCUS STANDI * to do so. Only the girl & the government alone can sue. The twist is, the government & vice chancellor have closed thier eyes on this & to read on the internet that the state governor said the rape was staged by his political detractors to harm his political career. *spitting on the floor* Your career? Of what use is a government that does not have the interest of its citizens at heart?
I am angry that the government & the school authorities denied it, i am angry at what the youths are saying.. If as youths we don't have each others back,then of what use is the saying *we are the leaders of tomorrow* our leaders don't give any finging rat ass about anybody. Before you judge her, if you were helpless in a room with 5 men what would you do? Guys, if you trapped in a room with 5 homosexuals what would you do??
My name is Yetunde & i am against rape & violence against women.
In the court of law, the palntiff press charges. If the girl does not come out now nothing can be done. NGO'S cannot. i repeat cannot press charges in this situation they have no *LOCUS STANDI * to do so. Only the girl & the government alone can sue. The twist is, the government & vice chancellor have closed thier eyes on this & to read on
I am angry that the government & the school authorities denied it, i am angry at what the youths are saying.. If as youths we don't have each others back,then of what use is the saying *we are the leaders of tomorrow* our leaders don't give any finging rat ass about anybody. Before you judge her, if you were helpless in a room with 5 men what would you do? Guys, if you trapped in a room with 5 homosexuals what would you do??
My name is Yetunde & i am against rape & violence against women.
N.B: Forgive all grammatical errors. This was typed in anger..
GOOD IDEA/ BAD IDEA?
Before i start boring you, let me introduce myself. My name is Miss Yetunde *can't remember my surname*. I work with an advertising agency. I resumed in May 2011 in two months i was promoted to traffic but i still get to sit at the front desk *angry face* but what the hell!! i am gulping in knowledge about advertising.
Gosh! so much creativity in one place. Working in an Advertising agency was not my plan. I wanted a job with the federal government in the department of International Relations i fancy myself as a diplomat representing my country but see me as a front desk executive. Yes do the *ttsshhheeww* i know, will probably do that if i was you. Believe me i am gonna be that<<
Being at the front desk has taught me things that i can't buy with money. Being courteous, polite, no matter how sad i am about something biting me inside, i have to give whoever walks in a big smile, sometimes my best smile.
Patience they say is a virtue. I use to be the impatient girl, the lousy girl who wants to be noticed everywhere but now i have learnt to be patient. I work in an environment with about 18 men believe me, sometimes they work under pressure & when pressure gets too much for them i am the person they pour all the anger, the frustration on like they are being forced to work.
Sometimes, i get really angry& i just want to type my fingers away & i open M.word & type gibberish. Then i decided to have a blog i have being fighting the feeling sinceeeeee. YES! i am not sure if its a good idea believe me i don't live the fun life. I work 8.00am t0 6.00pm then straight home to make dinner. YES! don't have weekends i have to go to the market cook, do laundry& church for the better part of Sunday. Then what to blog might be an issue. But trust i am a talkative. I won't run short of ideas.
The idea behind this blog is to help develop my writing skills, i have issues with putting my thoughts together with words, i want to be able to talk, write without stuttering & they looking at me like she is not saying anything. I know what to say, plenty things but words are difficult to find. YES! i know this won't be easy. The 'oversabi' people will insult me, the i 'no sabi' but i sabi pass u will also insult me. But what do i have to loose? I am open to suggestions.
N.B: If i gbagaun too, correct me. English is not my fore-fathers language. :D
Gosh! so much creativity in one place. Working in an Advertising agency was not my plan. I wanted a job with the federal government in the department of International Relations i fancy myself as a diplomat representing my country but see me as a front desk executive. Yes do the *ttsshhheeww* i know, will probably do that if i was you. Believe me i am gonna be that<<
Being at the front desk has taught me things that i can't buy with money. Being courteous, polite, no matter how sad i am about something biting me inside, i have to give whoever walks in a big smile, sometimes my best smile.
Patience they say is a virtue. I use to be the impatient girl, the lousy girl who wants to be noticed everywhere but now i have learnt to be patient. I work in an environment with about 18 men believe me, sometimes they work under pressure & when pressure gets too much for them i am the person they pour all the anger, the frustration on like they are being forced to work.
Sometimes, i get really angry& i just want to type my fingers away & i open M.word & type gibberish. Then i decided to have a blog i have being fighting the feeling sinceeeeee. YES! i am not sure if its a good idea believe me i don't live the fun life. I work 8.00am t0 6.00pm then straight home to make dinner. YES! don't have weekends i have to go to the market cook, do laundry& church for the better part of Sunday. Then what to blog might be an issue. But trust i am a talkative. I won't run short of ideas.
The idea behind this blog is to help develop my writing skills, i have issues with putting my thoughts together with words, i want to be able to talk, write without stuttering & they looking at me like she is not saying anything. I know what to say, plenty things but words are difficult to find. YES! i know this won't be easy. The 'oversabi' people will insult me, the i 'no sabi' but i sabi pass u will also insult me. But what do i have to loose? I am open to suggestions.
N.B: If i gbagaun too, correct me. English is not my fore-fathers language. :D
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