TK'S NICHE

NOT BEEN

2010-02-01T05:56:00.000-08:00

havn't been here for so long
And for how long i'll be i don't know
i learnt, during my sojourn, a song
Whose meaningi don't know.

today, i look free
maybe i'm not as free

hmmm
just keep it blowing
...the breeze

MI

2009-07-29T01:49:00.000-07:00

also means MYOCARDIAL INFARCTION

/UTS2/: POLICY AND INTERNET

2009-02-19T11:39:00.000-08:00

The Policy Studies Organization (PSO), the Oxford Internet Institute (OII), and Berkeley Electronic Press calls for submissions for, what they call, the first major peer-reviewed journal investigating the implications of the Internet and associated technologies for public polic: POLICY AND INTERNET.

Papers submitted would be expected to report on innovative research into any aspect of the implications of the Internet for public policy.

The journal's first articles will be available in summer 2009.

BLOGOGRAPHY:

http://www.bepress.com/pso_internet/

CHANGE-A-LIFE LAUNCH

2009-02-19T11:20:00.000-08:00

The 7th Edition of the Change A Life ProjectWatch Live Broadcast on NTA Network & LTVSaturday February 21, 20097pm.

For further information please contact
Eniola Harrison
Phone: 08057710212
Email: eniola.harrison (AT) gmail.com

BLOGOGRAPHY:
http://felameetsabba.blogspot.com/2009/02/press-release-change-life-foundation.html
http://mutiuokediran.com/blog/2009/02/change-a-life-foundation-launch/

um. . .i'm thinking

2009-01-21T13:34:00.000-08:00

I'm thinking. What shouldn i blog? What can i blog? World Politics, say Obama? some self-taught psychology? self-thought philosophy? self-learnt ideology? What? I'd have loved like most others to write some thesis on Obama, Kenyans and/orAfricans. But nay i won't.

I'm still thinking. What then will i blog.

bla bla bla got no ideas for now. Better to wait till later for some brilliant brainwave. After all silence is golden, init. Maybe tomorrow. Yea. Tomorrow.

been a while

2008-12-22T04:56:00.000-08:00

finished First Professional Exams few days ago-terribly demanding-the whole of Med Schl-haven't had the time to blog- i browse but don't blog- let's see what happens in the future-coz now i'm not exactly resting- got pharmac, micro, etc on my neck- merry xmas in advance y'all

'musing

2008-10-04T13:57:00.000-07:00

been thinking:
don't, can't comprehend how women got to decide that to dress beautifully 3/4 of your bossom has got to be exposed. Funnier thing is they spend hours wearing dresses that are even "challenged" in terms of dimensions. I mean do you expect someone wearing a full well-sewn aso-oke dress to spend lesser time dressing up compared with someone wearing something close to a glorified singlet?

GOD STILL DEY

2008-09-24T15:42:00.000-07:00

been busy fapping in Med School. I browse but don't blog. Why? Brain's drowsy, groggy, got a lot of anatomy and physiology up the scale of preference that blogging dares not compete with. And Med School, bros, has been eventful. 've watched a slow, painful devolution of my scores: came here on the back of 90s and 80s, now i strive to cope with the 70s and 60s, the 70s are even beginning to shift. Had a stiplechase in anatomy today. . . God dey sha

Folks, i haven't stopped blogging sha.

SPURTING RHYMES

2008-07-29T10:08:00.000-07:00

When i was a kid
I was told of all God did
That he created Light
Secreted the Day and the Night
He made Man
And Woman
He gardened them in Eden
Where nothing from them was hidden
Not even the fruit forbidden
Everything was paradise
Until his commandment they despised

When i was a kid
I saw all that God did
I saw the trees and grasses so green
And admired our flag's Green-White-Green
I saw the sky so blue
Not just once in a moon so blue
I saw the cattle egret so white
And thought of God so so WHITE
I recall this song,
Not too short, not so long:
Leke Leke
Eye Adaba Bami Leke
Even the egret's dung was white like snow flakes
Everything still was paradise
Despite his word which we spiced with respite

Now i'm grown
Everything seems to have away flown:
The white, the blue, the green, the egret-
Everything's gone and there seems to be no regret:
The egret's white
Is a camouflage of stains so unwhite
Its neck stick out so long
From suffering, seeking food for so long
The ball of its head
Bald like the vulture's own head.

The world ain't like it used to be
When i was kid, a man-to-be.

APPLE: 3G iPHONE

2008-07-14T15:34:00.000-07:00

Apple's 3G iPhone finally was launched last Friday, the 11th, amidst much anxiety and, maybe, pomp, in 22 countries. Human queues, longer than anacondas, stretched from block to block, especially in Asia, eager to grab the new phone: an index of the 3G's wide acceptance.

3G technology gives iPhone fast access to the Internet and email over cellular networks around the world. iPhone 3G also makes it possible for you to surf the web, download email,watch video even while you’re on a call.

MIKE WENDLAND says on his blog:
My bottom line assessment is ... who needs a laptop? This iPhone 3G has let me do everything I need on the road.In fact, most of the notes for this post were composed on the iPhone and then e-mailed to one of my accounts, where I pasted them in a special application needed by the Freep.I could have done it, though, all on the iPhone, had I had time to set it up before leaving Saturday.

But he doesn't forget to mention BATTERY LIFE which doesn't seem to be long enough. That notwithstanding Apple seems to still be ahead of competitors. They hope to launch in about 70 countries.

CAINE PRIZE 2008

2008-07-14T15:00:00.000-07:00

This year's Caine Prize has been won by Henrietta Rose-Innes from South Africa, with her story ‘Poison’ from Africa Pens, published by Spearhead, an imprint of New Africa Books, Cape Town, 2007.

To read this year's shortlisted stories, please click on the following link:
http://www.newint.org/publications/fiction/jambula-tree/

EVER THOUGHT OF THE BAD SIDE OF HAVING TO DRINK WATER AFTER A GOOD MEAL?

2008-07-01T12:44:00.000-07:00

I eat better these days - sometimes, the meal doesn't necessarily have to be better - most times, it's rice we eat, as students, here in Medilag - we've probably eaten more rice than any Japanese - more than three times sometimes. Food is good for the body. Of course, without food your mental and physical growths are hamper'd: everyone who isn't a rocketscientist knows that.

Yesterday, after having one of those pretty scarce good delicious meals. I decided to wash it down with a satchet of pure water. That decision was painful. WHY?

The water, in a silent evil manner, washed down every memory of that meal from my mouth. And that was real painful.

To make issues worse it left a bad taste in my mouth.

Minus that my day was FABULOUS!

HAVE A HAPPY LAST HALF OF THE YEAR.

ME TRYING TO SPURT OUT RHYMES.SPONTANEOUSLY!

2008-06-26T08:36:00.000-07:00

Thanks Solomonsydelle:
all's well
that ends well
No reasonable bo
dy wants to go to hell
or end up in the bo
ttom of a well
so, plus the pains, we play it cool
we don't lool
we watch the Euro 2008
at 8
without hate
here in Idiaraba
Lagos state
Nigeria.

BLEND

2008-06-18T04:45:00.001-07:00

Forget your rights
Forget putting up a fight
Forget the light
And sink into the night
-weeping will only endure the night-
Tomorrow will be alright
-'cos joy comes in the morning.

Light is an inconstant
element that constant
ly puts a red card
to all we plannd
to do at night-
then we start this old new talk about
Nigeria-everyone's jugular jutting out-
that sustains until everyone's fagged out.

We wake up in the morning
there is still no light- then
someone makes a comment
about Obasanjo's 10 million dollars
(abi na billion) into NEPA
only able change NEPA's name to PHCN!
the old new talk starts again a-new
just as of old we talk it for hours
laying its bricks till it's as high as the Two Towers.

We think of our Incourses
Go to read, for classes
Return to cook to eat 'cos there's now light
then there's no light
And the Indomie on the hotplate grows cold
We sigh, gasp, almost weep till we sleep.

I KNOW LITTLE OR NOTHING . . .

2008-05-23T10:12:00.000-07:00

. . . about the South African rampage and what it has to do with Nigerians and Nigeria. Now, don't you blame me about that. The reason is "many reasons" (do you get?). There ain't light in my Med School here in Lagos, Med School o!, Water disappears anytime from now or then, etc. . .

TO BE CONTINUED

I WANTED TO WRITE...

2008-05-05T06:02:00.000-07:00

ABOUT THE BRAIN DRAIN.

But i changed my mind.
I've been down and out 'cos of chickenpox
for a while now:One of the contributing factors
to my not blogging.
Now, as a Med student living in Med school
with a Teaching Hospital right under my nose
It would be unwise for me to bath with spittle
when i live beside the sea.
But spittle is exactly what i used, bros.

The Doc. recommended just Calamine Lotion
for a pox that almost turned my face into a
Soldier's camouflage uniform. . .

Anyway, i gat something different on my mind
-I'm thinking furiously of learning some computer program
And i just discovered there are free ebooks online.
PERL is what i plan learning.
I'd brief you as i learn more.

PERL is the third most used program
in the world.
One of those prime tools for BIOINFORMATICS.

TECH UP!

GONE!

2008-04-18T15:33:00.000-07:00

Had a long, frenetic day of having to cover (i'm exaggerating) a whooping million pages (oops!) in preparation for my Anatomy Incourse. Been busy all day long doing just that, Yeah. But sneaked in here to blog a line or two t'nite and what do i get in return for my act - the server refuses to log me on to my dashboard and agrees, anoyingly, to do that just when i've 4 minutes left out of 1solidhour. There's no cash to buy more time and no time to type more words. All's GONE!

BUSY,STILL BUSY

2008-04-16T14:40:00.001-07:00

Despatched to a shadowy corner in a cybercafe; straining my face close to the keyboard with my nose almost typing letters for my hands - bear with me for typos, if there are any. . .and the incoherence . . what with my condition . . .Was supposed to have an Incourse tomorrow: the most challenging, Anatomy.

It was adjourned though and now i'll be having it next week: Thursday and Friday. The knowledge of that in your consciousness is like having the Sword of Damocles hanging threateningly over your head. And then comes in the middle of that the result of a previous Incourse in Physiology. . .made a close distinction. . .

. . . Reading good ol' Solomonsydelle's comments also evaporated ideas. 'Twas a wonder having as many as 3 comments on one post with her's embedded inbtw. . . the great YoRUba people like to say iru e la o maa ri ( na dat kin thing na im we go dey see ) . . .

I'LL BE BACK!

ANOTHER DAY

2008-03-28T10:54:00.000-07:00

Had Anatomy in the morning. I went with some mental drive, desperate to write the notes and pull that course by the horns. In the middle of it however sleep came with its drugged hands and that was the beginning of broken lines and desert spaces in my note, the spirit was willing but the body had taken bribe . . .tzzz . . .toks was off . . .woke up twice . . .and saw that i wasn't alone. Some others were also sitting languidly in their chairs as if they were drugged. My way of sleep was perhaps the most spectacular 'cos more than two persons remarked about the way i slept: Mouth open and neck twisted like a TIRED man! That's what fapping does to you. Slept overnite for only 4 hours approx. and still haven't slept. Anatomy still was OK. But . . .

Biochemistry?! The lecturer had a different spirit. 'Twas as if there was something chasing her and tickling the sccrews in her head at the same time. She came to class, decided not to stand on the stage and brought down the board. Her marker refused to wipe off the board so she crampped her structures into small spaces left. They reminded you of how we live in the hostel (9 in a 6-man room originally built for 4). Many structures were suffering from hypoxia. Her dictation was faster than Emeka Odikpo's commentary on Radio Nigeria Sports. She was even not patient enough to draw the structures correctly.My!

She sef no get time!
God help us for this College o.

/UTS/UPSET THE SETUP: UBUNTU

2008-03-28T10:14:00.000-07:00

When i started blogging 'twas hard doing hands-on or head-on typing, i mean typing straight from the mental flow of ideas in the head, no pre-parations (in some storage device), nothing. Now it's easier. 'Twas also harder then 'cos i tried blogging political issues like i was some Funmi Iyanda or Jeremy (Naijablogger) or Solomonsydelle ( former mother of 2.5 or 3.5): Making logical, objective political arguments is tasking, i dropped it and waited for my head to grow. It's grown and still growing. Now it's easier and i write firsthand experiences, elucidations are coherentER and more articulate. I've decided to try my hands/head on some other stuff - tech, books, arts, culture, writing, femininsm, religion, IT -

While trying to look for some real stuff on, i think, tech, i slammed into that title on someone else's page -on of his links actually-and someone else's blog title. It picqued my interest. Upset the Setup: that's what i'm trying to do.

The title is a perfect example of pun that unintentionally does motivation, it indirectly tells you "Frustrate tradition with your Creativity, Do something New, something diFFerEnT."

UBUNTU something dot zero something

*Ubuntu, my first IT post, i remember seeing EBA, MOINMOIN, etc. as programme names on an Ubuntu CD ROM some time ago. Meaning a Naija man probably wrote them:somthing different from the setup:

Ubuntu is a community developed operating system that is perfect for laptops, desktops and servers. Whether you use it at home, at school or at work Ubuntu contains all the applications you'll ever need, from word processing and email applications, to web server software and programming tools.

Ubuntu is and always will be free of charge. You do not pay any licensing fees. You can download, use and share Ubuntu with your friends, family, school or business for absolutely no price. . .

CHECK: ubuntu.com

/BRT/OSHIOMHOLE/SOCIAL STENOSIS/

2008-03-25T12:05:00.000-07:00

B4 going to Camp for my kind of Easter celebrations: a Retreat, Gbenga came to the room and declared or rathere asked if any of us had heard that the tribunal had ruled in favor of the one and only Comrade Adams Oshiomhole. Everyone was aghast at the news. And we began asking WHEN?WHEN?HOW? Someone else talked about taking a BRT bus on his way home for Easter. Now, i would have been dazed by that too if i hadn't seen on Funmi Iyanda's blog those BRT pictures.

The moral of the above story is that most Med Students , Part I (Year II) especially, suffer from Social Stenosis and some even suffer from Social Atresia once in school as a result of highly proliferating academic responsiblities. There's almost no time to breathe, like Chike says.

On my way to the Camp i saw the BRTs and what do i think? I think it's a nice idea come to fruition but whether it can live without withering is what i don't know. Those buses will probably crash out abysmally in the end: there'll be accidents, breakdowns, fraud, etc. Management is the Nigerian Problem not the ideas.

Should we watch or pray?

CYBORG:NO TIME

2008-03-20T10:49:00.000-07:00

I live most of the time in Eko's room and my! you've got wonderful people there like Agbo, Matthews (2 of them: reason for the "s"), Daud, Qasim, Gbenga, Idris and Chike. Chike is one brainy, skinny, light-skinned guy with a moustache that runs superior to his upper lip who has a chronic habit of taking coffee to enhance fappings and when he wants to sleep he sleeps the way Sleep gets him - sometimes like a gnarled dragon stretching its parched throat inferoposterolaterally to the riverbed. Now Chike has this popular catchphrase "No Time" and he quotes that there's even no time to think of how to sleep, no time to talk, no time to even say no time - one begins to wonder how he even manages to find time to tell you there's no time to say no time.

But. . .really man there's no time. Immediately after Easter i'll be jammed with an Incourse and a CEEHEY. The cost of embarking with immediate effect on Easter might be pyrrhic if i don't take deliberate steps to fap them o, these two will be on my mind through the Easter if i dont and inevitably will hamper it. You see, there's almost no time to enjoy Easter.

Med School seems adept at manufacturing Part I Cyborgs or Zombies who are restless with fap, fap, fap. Who have got no time even to think and Chike even adds "there's no time to breathe."

God helps us o.

BLA: FEW MINUTES

2008-03-18T05:51:00.000-07:00

Had my first ever Incourse, BCH, last week Friday after so much anticipation. And the heat has just begun: I'll be having a THORAX CEEHEY in Anatomy on Thursday and another: an ABDOMEN CEEHEY plus a Physiology Incourse immediately after Easter. I try to fap hard and try as hard as i can to or not to stab classes.

What matters most at times like these is the BELIEF one has in oneself. There will be persons around, friends/students like one/strangers, who'd be unwittingly and wittingly intimidating one with stange terms. But i try to remember what i discovered that the difference between them and me is just few minutes of fapping.

NB: Fapping means reading in MEDILAG.

UPHILL

2008-03-04T10:18:00.000-08:00

Ever heard of the term Activation Energy? OK, how 'bout Active Transport?OK, how 'bout the word Uphill Task. Or the poem: Jack and Jill? They went uphill. Can you fathom the outcome of them going uphill? What happened to their jugs? Really if you want to know, u simply have to watch Wenger's (or unpatriotic Agboola's) Arsenal play in the SanSiro t'night 'gainst Kaka's (or Chidozie's) AC Milan.

NB:Agboola is unpatriotic cos he'll be fapping, i'm sure, while Arsenal plays t'night.

ODD

2008-03-04T08:46:00.000-08:00

In Gross Lab, we see no evil and hear no evil, we talk no evil and touch no evil. Everybody is dressed in White. Everybody is the same. Our Prof says the boys should wear shoes and the gals tie up their pony tails and manes, and cover up. He doesn't want to see no one of them display her mammary gland or gluteal region. And really it's an ODD world we live in : A gal wears a dress and her mammary glands are just short of falling out of it. You look into her face and she's less concerned. You begin to wonder. ..Till you've got to stop wondering. That's one other good side of Gross Lab: Everyone looks the same in white.

I've done a coupla posts on my Gross Lab experiences. Now, Gross Lab ain't the only curious place with odd experiences. You've got the Cold Rooms, Histology Lab, etc.

The Cold Rooms are reading rooms. In my early days here at MediLag, I used to think it ODD that they be called cold and used to think the term COLD ROOM was a euphemism for the conditions of those rooms, their temperatures were above room temperature, almost equalling body temp., they should have been called HOT ROOMS i felt and the fappings of them Medicos weren't ameliorating issues.

The rooms are better now, the ACs are working fine and they do the good job of facilitating fappings, though they could sometimes be so cold as to facilitate sleep instead of fappings.

Tomorrow's Histology Lab: It claims to offer you the fortune of viewing cells and tissues firsthand but whether you can or would see them is another issue entirely. What we see at best, whether you wear spectacles or not, are dark specks, stacks of red sacs and green mats of cells or tissues. You get fed up of the seemingly hopeless exercise in the end cos it looks like you saw the same cells last week.

ISSUES

2008-02-29T11:34:00.000-08:00

Inspite of the murderous mosquitoes that didn't spare me over the night and left me ridges on my arm and a swollen lower lip, today was a li'l less hectic, less tedious. Nothing beyond the expected routine - Anatomy class (8 - 10), Gross Lab (11 - 1) and BCH class( can't recall o' clock). Only differernt thing, perhaps, was the BCH class which didn't hold cos we were supposed to have the 1st Incourse on Monday, the next. "We were" cos it was postponed this afternoon.

ISSUES might really not be the best title for this Post but . . .

In Gross Lab today we had to work on the abdominal part of our cadaver. Abysmally, we are about 45 to a cadaver which means not everybody can dissect but at least everybody can watch and talk. Dissecting tha abdomen of the cadaver implies you can't miss his( or her, but our's is a he) pubic region cos you'll have to identify the spermatic cords, etc. Now, in my group there are a number of enterprising girls who have generally directed the dissection of Our Man. Today they had to deal with his private parts - his pubic hair was getting in the way of their knives which ultimately meant he needed a shave.

Who was going to shave Our Man? The girls were feeling very inconvenient or plussed ( i suppose that's the antonym of non-plussed). They called on the the guys and, ofcourse, they backed off. Who was going to shave Our Man? The guys didn't want to do it either.

The girls eventually had to barber the thing o. The ISSUE, which i feel is quite surprising, is the respect ( if i can call it that) humans or Africans or Nigerians(regardless of sex) have for the private parts, even those that belonged to the dead, the same dead harmless helpless cadaver they had haplessly diemboweled and unhearted.

ISSUE 2: While waiting to get my clearance, it struck me how much stress Med School involves and i asked a co-student waiting, "what makes people study Medicine?" He answered "Ignorance." That's quite an answer and i didn't envisage that was what he'd say. Curious, i asked him still "what made you chose to study Medicine?" He answered "Not ignorance though," I laughed and asked him again. This time he explained that was where he knew he'd function well, so it was an issue of him utilizing himself optimally which many others don't know b4 taking the plunge. Brilliant Answer! Fantastic!

ISSUE 3: What F Iyanda calls "Nigeria Super Tuesday."Was that verdict UNWRONG?

Thank GOD it's Friday?
SLEEP in Caps Lock.

KOOKS: HIS MIND

2008-02-18T13:04:00.000-08:00

Gross Lab was STARK the first time we went a-visiting, the lab was hot, sickly and unwholesome - miasmic. Everything in the lab, especially the tables, perhaps, pointed, not at the coldness of death (infact one couldn't have thought of death as cold in that hot lab) but at the sureness that we were going to work on dead bodies, real dead bodies. I had no funny imaginations, forgot those folk tales about a cadaver blinking his eyes, rising up to give you a clean dirty slap. Nevertheless, i felt we all were never going to remain the same after our first meeting with the President of the White House (Cadaver, of course).

We did eventually meet him... funny there meeting was devoid of soberness and was instead characterised by vigor, everybody wanting to discharge and cut, cut , cut.

Gross Lab REVEALS, it exposes without reserve a man INSIDE OUT and OUTSIDE IN. His private parts become public knowledge. We dissect the lungs, etc. even his heart.

But even with the advanced techniques science has made available to us to search a man thru and thru, his MIND we can't dissect, his MIND we can't , won't find, no matter how deep we cut into his heart. I think that still makes God King.

CASH ON THE TIP OF YOUR FINGERS

2008-02-12T13:05:00.000-08:00

IN Germany, biometric technology might just soon make the use of credit cards obsolete. Biometric technology could possibly make your thumbs or fingers replace the cards and carry the money. . . More about biomet. tech. : www.elsevierscitech.com/nl/btt/home.asp

LUTH! NEW?

2008-02-05T11:21:00.000-08:00

Anyone who cared to read my BLOGBIO b4 it was edited some time ago woulda seen the words "Prospective Idiarabite" snuggled inbetween other words. Now, I've quit being a prospective and resumed being a real one, a real LUTHite. I've been in LUTH for 'bout 3 weeks. I've NOT been able to find me a New LUTH. The New LUTH i'd seen in papers i'm still seeking. it's Prob'ly hiding in the belly of any of the hideously giant rats that gambol on our corridors, or snugged deeply inside the proboscis of the tiger mosquitoes that besiege us seeking a Niger Delta of Red Blood. I understand bewitched cats also comb the place - not to kill the rats o - enjoyn themselves. The toilets are nightmares, food awful, etc...

Renovation's not gone beyond repainting, etc...

I don't wanna write no longer.

RE:TIPTON

2008-01-10T02:53:00.000-08:00

I appeared in the Tipton Poetry Journal issue #7. This issue is available in Print and Online versions.

http://tiptonpoetryjournal.com/tpj7/tpj_issue7.html

Contributors include: Toks Adetuyi, Gil Arzola, Greg Baysans, ShaindelBeers, Leah Browning, W.K. Buckley, Richard Alan Bunch, Wanda D. Campbell, Patrick Carrington, Joan Colby, Jennifer Pruden Colligan, Mary Crow, Terry Cunningham, Barbara Daniels, Liz Dolan, C.S. Fuqua, Michaela A. Gabriel, Liz Gallagher, Amy Genova, Shanna Germain, Paul Hostovsky, J.L. Kato, James Keane, David W. Landrum, Jean Lehrman, Alex Mattingly,Janet McCann, J M McDermott, M. Lynne Metz, Jim Miles, Scott Moncrieff, Mimi Moriarty, Lylanne Musselman, Ashok Niyogi, Robert Parham, Roger Pfingston, Stephen R. Roberts, Sarah Sarai, Steven Shields, Dorothy Summers, Gina M. Tabasso, Meredith Trede, Kathleen Vibbert and Ann Walters.

IN 2007, I LEARNT

2007-12-28T04:47:00.001-08:00

...the direction of the wind must be felt and known before you spit.

MAX PLANK AND OTHER STORIES

2007-11-24T04:51:00.000-08:00

Max Planck's dad was a professor of Constitutional Law at the University of Kiel, Germany and he invariably wanted his last son, Max, to study law like all his siblings had. To his dad's consternation Max decided not to study law but physics and he eventually did at the University of Kiel. Before he took the plunge his prof-dad reminded him that all the discoveris there were to make had already been made in the field of physics. Then came the year 1900, the year Prof Max discovered the constant called Planck's, h. His discovery changed the face of physics and became the foundation for a new field of physics -Quantum Mechanics. Before his discovry scientists had thought that electromagnetic radiation could not exist as both wave and partile. Now they know better. That was Planck's effect in a field where all the discoveries had already been made.

The moral of this story is that in an environment infestd with negatives we should still learn to unleash our detrmination, and frustrate tradition with our creativity.

In the midst of a struggling economy we could still extract solutions to our power problems and stop the over-dependence on oi; we could better our educational system, and change the face of our science and tehnology,we could add somthing to Nigeria.

If only we think there are still discoveries to be made.

A pal sent me this mail months ago:

I had a closer look at the cieling of the auditorium in school a few days back and I maveled at the cost and amount of effort needed to clean up the ceiling at such a deadly height. quickly it occured to my mind that knowledge truely is power as biotechnology can solve it all by studying closely the neucleotide sequence behind the cob web production in a wild type domestic spider or precisely that specie thriving in the auditorium hall. once this is done, tangible effort at altering the loci responsible for the thickness of the cob-web can be achieved. if this success is attainable the mutagenic agent canbe packaged in an air freshner-like spray which we can at home or in the hall spray on the ceilings and the walls such that it infect the eggs, contaminate the already spinned cob webs, and the spiders themselves.

Still In the line of duty, as a biotechnologist,

I want to say I have missed you and its been more challenging having to do all the thinking alone.

we hope to meet some day and sharpen each other up again just like irons do to each other.

I know you will do well wherever you find yourself.

well now you are specializing in clinicals and I in applied BioTech., we will still have something to gain from each other anyday.

miss you Bashorun TK.

He writes..............Pyran, the bioinfomatist

Did you catch the tinge?

1995. JSSx. FEDERAL COLLEGE.

2007-11-03T08:57:00.000-07:00

RAPTURE WAS DEVASTATING. Tall, lean, dark. He’d drift into the Junior Block when hunger bellowed. I bet his hunger was as long as he was tall, and wild. And he never came alone; he was always armed with a paint bucket, his idea of a plate, ready to sweep away FOOD. He’d drift in, noiselessly, with a hideous sneer on the face. Eyes sharp as a needle, seeking boys for prey.

Sanni and friends were in the Locker Room yapping all they could. Sanni, wanting to eat, had withdrawn his tins of Bournvita, milk and box of sugar, all new, unjacked, from the safety of his locker and was about jacking them goodies. And Rapture wafted past. He was unnoticed amidst all the yapping. The yapping continued. The fact that he, a whole Rapture, could have gone past them without some sign of recognition or trepidation, as the case might have been, surprised him, and stirred him. He stopped. Pulled a reverse. The yapping stopped. And he made for Sanni.
"Do you own all these?"

"Yes"

"I’m hungry. I need food. Put your elder brother’s portion here."

Rapture handed him the cover of the sugar box. And Sanni proceeded to put six cubes of sugar, six spoons, or thereabout, each of milk and Bournvita into the box. There was still in the room. More still between Sanni and his predator. Then, Rapture took the almost 4/4 full tins of milk, Bournvita, and the box of sugar, St. Louis sugar o, and emptied them all, one after the other, into his bucket plate and was wafting out as silently as he’d come. Everybody was dumbstruck, even Sanni, who was the first to recover and immediately began yelling "I’ll go and report! I’ll go and report!"

Rapture turned, made for the empty sugar box, tore the large square middle out, drew a biro out of his pocket, scribbled his biodata and handed Sanni the complimentary card, with a calm statement, "Go and report." Sanni was flabbergasted and it took a long time to recover from this second salvo. He couldn’t report. He was scared. Those seniors had an unrelenting penchant for torture even after they’d been punished by a master. Since you’d live with them everyday and not with a master, it was almost logical not to report some sinister cases.

Friends just laughed and laughed, laughed at Sanni. Sanni was a headstrong chap and had boasted he’d take no nonsense from any senior, prior then. His dad was a police. I doubt if he even reported that case of first degree pilfery to his cop dad. If it had befallen any one of the boys, no probs, but Sanni . . . it was amusing.

Rapture was an SSS3 student. One of those who lived in the House they called White.

Now, imagine another incident like this. Where a boy is torn between the Devil and the Red Sea and doesn’t know what to do. What would you do?

The boy was yards between Mr Mohammed and one other wicked senior. The master called the boy, and the senior called the boy.

The master called the boy. The senior called, anti-called the boy.

The boy was confused. The master called, "Come here," he hadn’t sighted the senior, "come here, now." The senior sniggered at the boy and said, "If you go, hn." The boy didn’t move, his legs were shaking.

The man was surprised until he saw the senior "Hahn, Adekunle, I’m calling someone and you are preventing him from coming. Ki lo ma n se eyin omo won i." I think he then said "Oya, you, Adekunle, come here yourself." Adekunle did not listen o, he just gamboled away, disrespectfully. "Adekunle!" yelled Mr Mohammed "Adekunle, where are you going to?"

The fellow didn’t mind, he gamboled away. . . I left the College in ‘ninety nine before my graduation. Gained admission in two thousand and one. Actually two. Strike. I recall seeing some seniors, wicked ones too, I was now ahead of. Who says seniority might not be pangolo itself. I’ve not said it is.

. . . Gbenga ‘Sesan went to my school o.

WHAT I THINK ABOUT ETTEH

2007-10-25T10:04:00.000-07:00

Mrs Patricaia Olubunmi Etteh appears to be the most popular Etteh in the world at the moment. How do i know? Log on to GOOGLE.COM, type Etteh in the space and ENTER. You have a full page out of 152,600 popping out first. Unfortunately the page doesn't seem to have 'headlines' that praise her. What you've got is stuffs like this allAfrica.com:Etteh-I won't be pushed..., Resign, Soyinka tells Etteh, etcetera.

NOT EXACTLY BACK...

2007-10-17T08:53:00.000-07:00

I've been fogged out of the Blog-o-sphere 'cos of exams. I've had four. And there's just one left. Next week. Tuesday. Till then.

I THINK I THOUGHT

2007-09-18T08:40:00.000-07:00

Was walking through High Rise, UNILAG on saturday, enjoying cool breeze before i walked into the thick web of a brainwave. I think we began - we:I and I - about the conditions that condition you to be you. The conditions that make a man think the way he is at present. What makes men think differently from men. One appears to be the attraction of two repulsive forces - Forces of good and foeces of bad. They battle frantically for his soul, spirit, mind with equal interest. But interestingly you are still master to them both, you are like a referee between two wrestlers with rippling muscles - a referee with the power to decide who wins, until you decide to give any of them the reins of your life. It thus solely depends on you who should win.. . ..... . .

TRUE COLORS

2007-09-17T08:07:00.000-07:00

think of a Naija policeman
think of a the color of the Naira
think of the color of a Naija number plate

Black helmet, black uniform.

Green and free.
Blue? You release a green.

Red? Don’t leave go of a red,
Not even a green,

Nobody’s talking pink here,
Make life better. Otherwise,

It could be a black day
Better still a red day.

You’d simply be mailed
Beyond the deep blue sky.

Red eyes, brown/black teeth,
Would libel you

A bloody red thief.
God help you to skip past the

Red zone.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH PASTOR ADEBOYE'S BAN?

2007-08-10T08:50:00.001-07:00

This don't dress skimpily saga is slowly steaming.

Funmi Iyanda and co. victims.

And then the RCCG proclamation or better still anticlamation against trousered females. Fad is what split his church into two factions: the Model and the Classics. On campus, here in the UNILAG, there are two fellowships of the same church - the Sovereign Army and the RCF. One's conservative (RCF), the other's radical (Sovereign Army), their attitudes are diametric but they are of the same Church. Where's the unity in the church? Is Christ Divided? I think the Pastor took a right decision to stop the mess.

Now don't go thinking something's wrong with everything.

And i really think they should start the enforcement on the campuses, UNILAG especially.

DISTRACTIONS, ATTRACTIONS, THE INDEX OF CHANGE

2007-08-10T08:27:00.000-07:00

This semester started with distractions. First, with a strike that swallowed what was meant to be a break. Succeeded by a period which was meant to be for lectures but then lectures aborted before dawn. Lectures were eventually birthed albeit by a caesarian section of Mass Prayer-Assisted FG-ASUU negotiations. It was a period when different hitherto unknown clubs sprung out of no where. A blizzard of Hall Weeks just hit us. Weeks ago was the Amina Hall Week. Now's the Kofo Hall Week. Still to come is the Biobaku Hall Week. Haven't heard of Jaja's, Mariere's. I'm not sure Moremi's had theirs. MTN wuz here, Glo wuz here with their Campus Storm. Irapada wuz here. Prince of the Savannah wuz here. A number of Sex, Dating and Marriage seminars wuz here too. Football Matches between departments - the Dean's Cup (i guess) - should be ongoing. Block to Block matches are being organized. Room to Room and even Bunk to Bunk matches are brewing.Praise Nites . . . list is endless.

The attractions were the TMC IV (starring Harris steve for Fela Durotoye), RISE MAG's motivational conference at Aquatic Hall (Fela Durotoye, Gamaliel Onosode were in attendance), Perisseuo '007.

The oncoming, equally important, ones are the 8th of August JCI-powered confererence on enterpreneurship featuring Funmi Iyanda and Gbenga Sesan who were both a year older sometimes last month nad another on the 18th (featuring Gbenga Sesan (again) and Niyi Adesanya of Fifth Gear).

The Library's been, amidst all these, appreciably populated. Results - first semester's - are popping out one after the other - a couple of those it didn't favour too well are beginning to library.

There was nothing unusual about the week. It was the usual sight of yahoozees: females and males in their teeming numbers. The usual sight of sugar dads and their aristo Daughters, kissing and having sex - on car bonnets, under the flower bed, in the dark alleys and shady reading rooms - yeah, it’s that bad in UNILAG.

Caught a cold – catarrh, which lead to headache and I had to buy Procold® which I haven’t used still. The high point of the week probably was the mail sent me from WORDRIOT saying they’d publish a couple of my works – poetry – in a future issue and that I write well and in an interesting fashion – My! That was a fillip – at least that forces a sense of worth into one, now I know my works are a li’l good enough – still hoping to get more positive responses from a couple of other publishers.

I recall reading the headliners – haven't read a newspaper through and through for so long a time now – school’s got a way of keeping you insulated from the real world – it fuzzes your head what with you in the midst of poly-painted gals and fancifully dressed yahoozees driving sleek rides – everybody walkin’ and talkin’ like they doesn’t shit. Yeah, the headliners had it that a number of former Nigerian governors arraigned for fraud had been granted bail. I recall one of them even had as little as a hundred and seven count (107) charge and one of them was even bold enough to weep in court – lamenting a change in his status – in the presence of his family – wife, children and all. Did someone not ask when will Africa be free from being caused with it’s leaders…and youth.

Yeah, youth.

In Liberia, it’s a poisoned group of young’uns that know only guns and knives and haven’t had education for more than a decade.

Almost same in Togo.

Sudan’s unpeaceful.

Nigeria relatively is, but isn’t. It’s got an army of unemployed and unschooled.

The schooled ain’t ready to work.

If you, today, walk into a cyber café that’s got 20 systems, you’ll find 18 yahoozees. If in the next 2 months you walk into that same cyber café with 20 systems still and you find just 10 of ‘em. Then, things have begun to change in Naija. That’ s my own index of change.

The Nigerian Renaissance must begin in every sole Nigerian mind, not just a crop of 'em.

WHAT IS A BLOG?

2007-07-31T07:01:00.000-07:00

The blogosphere is continuing to grow, with a weblog created every second, according to blog trackers Technorati.
In its latest State of the Blogosphere report, it said the number of blogs it was tracking . . .http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/4737671.stm

GOREE ISLAND: WE STRUGGLE TO KNOW...

2007-07-26T11:08:00.000-07:00

© Molara Wood

I know a little. But many know very little of what i know. There's not only a lot to learn about Nigeria, there are lots to learn about Africa. It's amazing inspite of the AudioVisual Revolution, too many young Africans - I, in my twenties, for instance - know li'l about themselves. Reminds me of Funmi Iyanda's Elephant post - it made me realise i know little about the Civil War, than that it was between 1967 and '70 - Many don't even know. I recall her ask, on New Dawn, about the The Rwandan Genocide from her Wednesday Class - And, more or less, none of them knew.

Here's Goree:Built by the Dutch in 1776.
Read more on http://www.congo-pages.org/senegal/Goree.htm.See more on Molara Wood's blog: the picture's origin.

A SEASON OF SOYINKA

2007-07-26T05:07:00.001-07:00

born 1934. Son of Ogun. Writer of many books, especially IDANRE - name of my town.

We used his book, in JSS 2 - THE LION AND THE JEWEL - starring Sidi, the village belle and Lakunle, the bookworm, who'd been to the big cities of Ibadan and Lagos and wouldn't or couldn't pay her bride price and the Baale of Ilujinle, the Lion and em em is it Sadiku - Baroka's wife with the vituperative mouth.

The book probably never got interesting until we got to that part of the play that Lakunle had to reel out bombastic words - "this is barbaric, outdated, ..." Everyone of us loved that aspect. I remember i crammed those words o - i liked to use them too - Poor Lakunle.

Much later, on my own i read Jero's Plays and etc. The Jero's Plays is also one heck of an interesting piece of work and then Howu, Elesin Oba! Elesin Oba!What tryst does the cock go to keep that he must forget his tail at home?

Then i read ABIKU - charmed circles at my feet...armulets do not tie me to...(can't recall).

I haven't read MADMEN AND SPECIALIST. I recall waliking into a bookshop some years back and demanding that book. The woman on duty asked - guess - "Se Medical Book ni?"("Is it a Medical Book?")

A Season of Wole Soyinka is currently taking place at Terra Kulture on Tiamiyu Savage in Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria. This celebration of Soynka at 73 is produced by laspapi in collaboration with the British Council/Nigeria and Terra Kulture and started on July 1, 2007 and is expected to continue every Sunday till the end of July. All plays will be at Terra Kulture, and there will be two shows every Sunday at 3pm and 6pm. Already staged are - Who's Afraid of Wole Soyinka?- written by Wole Oguntokun (July 1) and - The Lion and the Jewel- directed by Tunji Sotimirin (July 8) - Death and the King's Horseman (July 15)- directed by Segun Adefila - Camwood on the Leaves (July 22)- directed by Lekan Balogun.

The Season ends on July 29 with The Jero Plays (Trials of Brother Jero and Jero's Metamorphosis) directed by Wole Oguntokun and after that is another - THEATRE @ TERRA - Wole Oguntokun's.

EVER HEARD OF ONUZULIKE?

2007-07-26T04:54:00.000-07:00

I read his interview in the Guardian (Nigeria). He had these terrific works of art - pottery- that talked the Civil War talk. Poignant. And he wasn't looking at issues through the lens of the Poet-Prof. J.P. Clark.

Ozioma Onuzulike is an artist and writer from Nigeria. He graduated in 1996 with a B.A. (First Class Honors) at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, where he also obtained an M.F.A. in Ceramics.

Onuzulike's a potter who's got strong affinities for poetry - his works speak the dialects of poetry. Here's what he say's:"I find a strong correlation between poetry and the plastic arts. As a cerarnist (potter), I see the clay working processes as a storehouse of concrete imageries for addressing everyday events and social encounters in the larger society. Working in clay and other earth media, I increasingly find a strong relationship between poetry and pottery"

His last exhibition was , i guess, Casualities.
To read his poems - http://afropoets.tripod.com/onuzulike/

He's not been the news since that last exhibition, haven't heard about him, but he's still somewhere in Nsukka, i guess.

I've a poem for him starts like this:

Onuzulike sounds like Ogbunike
They both dwell in Nsukka
In the Navel of Eastern Nigeria...

DISTRACTIONS, ATTRACTIONS, THE INDEX OF CHANGE

2007-07-20T11:49:00.000-07:00

This semester started with distractions. First, with a strike that swallowed what was meant to be a break. Succeeded by a period which was meant to be for lectures but then lectures aborted before dawn. Lectures were eventually birthed albeit by a caesarian section of Mass Prayer-Assisted FG-ASUU negotiations. It was a period when different hitherto unknown clubs sprung out of no where. A blizzard of Hall Weeks just hit us. Weeks ago was the Amina Hall Week. Now's the Kofo Hall Week. Still to come is the Biobaku Hall Week. Haven't heard of Jaja's, Mariere's. I'm not sure Moremi's had theirs. MTN wuz here, Glo wuz here with their Campus Storm. Irapada wuz here. Prince of the Savannah wuz here. A number of Sex, Dating and Marriage seminars wuz here too. Football Matches between departments - the Dean's Cup (i guess) - should be ongoing. Block to Block matches are being organized. Room to Room and even Bunk to Bunk matches are brewing.
Praise Nites . . . list is endless

The attractions were the TMC IV (starring Harris steve for Fela Durotoye), RISE MAG's motivational conference at Aquatic Hall (Fela Durotoye, Gamaliel Onosode were in attendance), Perisseuo '007.

The oncoming, equally important, ones are the 8th of August JCI-powered confererence on enterpreneurship featuring Funmi Iyanda and Gbenga Sesan who were both a year older sometimes last month nad another on the 18th (featuring Gbenga Sesan (again) and Niyi Adesanya of Fifth Gear).

The Library's been, amidst all these, appreciably populated. Results - first semester's - are popping out one after the other - a couple of those it didn't favour too well are beginning to library.

There was nothing unusual about the week. It was the usual sight of yahoozees: females and males in their teeming numbers. The usual sight of sugar dads and their aristo Daughters, kissing and having sex - on car bonnets, under the flower bed, in the dark alleys and shady reading rooms - yeah, it’s that bad in UNILAG.

Caught a cold – catarrh, which lead to headache and I had to buy Procold® which I haven’t used still. The high point of the week probably was the mail sent me from WORDRIOT saying they’d publish a couple of my works – poetry – in a future issue and that I write well and in an interesting fashion – My! That was a fillip – at least that forces a sense of worth into one, now I know my works are a li’l good enough – still hoping to get more positive responses from a couple of other publishers.

I recall reading the headliners – haven't read a newspaper through and through for so long a time now – school’s got a way of keeping you insulated from the real world – it fuzzes your head what with you in the midst of poly-painted gals and fancifully dressed yahoozees driving sleek rides – everybody walkin’ and talkin’ like they doesn’t shit. Yeah, the headliners had it that a number of former Nigerian governors arraigned for fraud had been granted bail. I recall one of them even had as little as a hundred and seven count (107) charge and one of them was even bold enough to weep in court – lamenting a change in his status – in the presence of his family – wife, children and all. Did someone not ask when will Africa be free from being caused with it’s leaders…and youth.

Yeah, youth.

In Liberia, it’s a poisoned group of young’uns that know only guns and knives and haven’t had education for more than a decade.

Almost same in Togo.

Sudan’s unpeaceful.

Nigeria relatively is, but isn’t. It’s got an army of unemployed and unschooled.

The schooled ain’t ready to work.

If you, today, walk into a cyber café that’s got 20 systems, you’ll find 18 yahoozees. If in the next 2 months you walk into that same cyber café with 20 systems still and you find just 10 of ‘em. Then, things have begun to change in Naija. That’ s my own index of change.

The Nigerian Renaissance must begin in every sole Nigerian mind, not just a crop of 'em.

AWAITING OKIJA ARTS

2007-07-04T12:20:00.000-07:00

These Benin Plaque of a General is found on the TedHamill Gallery website. For sale. Some time ago a startling revelation was made in Anambra state. A dastardly work of evil, a shrine was unveiled somewhere in the state. The Okija Shrine was said to be delicate. That's because many big'uns patronize it. The shrine was a Shrine of Equity, i.e., Two fellas engaged in a deal could go there, swear to the gods and goddesses in Okija to keep the bonds of their agreement intact. If there was a breach by any of the parties, that culprit dies, or is retributed in some other form. The shrine was so 'strong' the National TV couldn't show its interiors but could just the entrance. And at the entrance were those skulls that reminded one of the Rwandan Genocide - big skulls, small skulls, white and sand papered, rough and brown, etc. Okija since then has eluded the news. Could be another very crucial issue already swept under the rug. The most painful side of the story may be the fact that terrific works of art might still be holed up somewhere in the shrine, allegedly possibly as big as a big village, if not even bigger. And who knows if those works might even surpass the beauty of Ancient Benin and Ife arts. Works that would blast us into the news again. And this time wouldn't be stolen in some 'Great British or American or Portuguese Expedition. '

NOW THE ASUU'S STRIKE'S OVER

2007-07-03T10:44:00.000-07:00

I've been at school at the University of Lagos for 4wks+. We were called back with the assurance that lectures would commence with immediate effect from the 28th of June. Lectures were not given. Effect is that the big bucks guys brought to school ebbed away gradually: wasted on clubs, women, alcoholic drinks, cigar, i.e., for the big boys. For the smalla'uns, t'was wasted on food, the large stock of food some brought declined drastically'cos they had to feed thrice daily- under normal lecture circumstances that wouldn't happen- the lecture periods had a way of cutting hunger out of the system. And a deadly survival instinct taught boys and, of course, those multi-painted UNILAG girls how to prey on ceremonies held at the MultiPurpose Hall and Sports Complex respectively. The Time Table is strictly laid out:
THURSDAY: Birthday
FRIDAY: Burial Ceremony
SATURDAY: Wedding
SUNDAY: Thanks Giving
If anybody dons a traditional dress between Thursday and Sunday you can almost be sure they're heading for the MPH or Sports Complex to eat and drink. Such was the effect of the ASUU strike. Unfortunately this survival habit is acutely addictive and is persisting even after the strike's been called off just like the higher prices of goods are even after the 100% increase in VAT has been cut by half.

The broken-hearted weeping clouds have also sown idleness in the sons and daughters of men in this school. The cold showers make them sleep like logs. And some don't arise from bed until 10.00AM even 12.00PM. Next on the Agenda is a tiring game of monkeypost-football on a sand pitch from then till six.

Lorenzo's place is also almost never vacant. What do they do there? play PS till 2.00AM. What again o...Okay one guy also tried smuggling two gals in. I have it on the authority of good evidence that the bulk of the many students who decided not to go home during the ASUU Strike/Break stayed back because of these unGodly business...

Idleness was given a free-rein and it did reign.

Now the strike's o'er, me Dad gladly called me from AK that it was over. Today's Wednesday and LECTURES HAVE STARTED, we had one today: BTN. I'm glad. And i really had to buy a 5-Packed note in readiness for that.

THESE PICTURES

2007-07-03T10:31:00.000-07:00

Excerpts from Tolu Ogunlesi's blog:omoalagbede.blogspot.com and Funmi Iyanda's fiyanda.blogspot.com. The first one's titled globalization, set in desert. It's a black woman, characteristically dressed in masai red, supporting with her right hand what i'll call a mushroom burger, and look at that giant can of Coke - the icon of globalization, i guess. The second, coincidntally, is also an offshoot of globalization and Funmi added this teaser: IS THIS THE MEASURE OF THE NIGERIAN MAN? Really, i hope it isn't.And the billboard reminds me of ads, modern-day, at least. Ads that do not encourage values. The Vono foam radio jingle, for instance, subtly makes allusions to its product being good for sex - whatever the press ups were supposed to mean?.

THE BLOGGABILITY RULE

2007-07-03T10:23:00.000-07:00

I stumbled on alantakun.blogspot.com and this sole comment on one of his post has made me curious-The Bloggability Rule: The higher your fiction quotient, the less your bloggability, the less the blog. And vice versa.
How true's this rule?

CONTAINERS?

2007-07-03T10:03:00.000-07:00

I wasn't at the Aquatic Hall, somewhere, i guess, in Ipaja, for a motivational 'congress' organized by RISE Magazine. Was a little cash-strapped. As guest speakers were Funmi Iyanda, Dr Reuben Abati, Funke Egbemode, Fela Durotoye. And as Chief Guest Speaker was Chief Gamaliel Onosode. the sexpurist-centrist Praise-Fowowe was also in attendance. Now i wasn't there but got a copy of the RISE Mag from Hassan, a hostel mate, who was at the meeting. I recall catching a glimpse of this line in Praise's Article, of course,it bordered on sex: ...Ladies are considered containers, in these modern times, where semen from a loaded male was meant to be downloaded (Mind you the quote ain't verbatim). I didn't disagree. Wasn't baulked. Not until Wednesday when a boy tried smuggling two gals into the hostel. Ostensibly for sex. He tried twice. Once in the afternoon, he got them into his room and locked up until security men had to force him out. Then in the night. I mean. . .Praise's line bursted forht in my mind. . .but his line was an understatement. . .they could be worse than containers. . .

FROM THE COSMOS: A REJOINDER

2007-06-19T06:47:00.000-07:00

After reading Tolu’s Cosmic Justice.

I am fire that’s cold and scorches,
I lurk in the open, dance in the open.
Let the cane rat burrow deep into the soil
I strike deeper, deep into the
dark abyss of Okun.
I ignore not the shallows, I shovel into
mansions in the alluvial
and make them into morgues.
Let the squirrel climb further up the Iroko.
Let the eagle soar towards the summit of Kilimanjaro.
Let man plane into the sky.
I strike beyond the headquarters of the sky god.
I visit prince,
I visit pauper
And I take them both on a visit
through ant holes to my hallowed abode.
I am that blind stare in the sharp pincers of a decapitated
crab.
I am the wine that kills the head of the Sallah ram; and charges
him against the Alhaji.
I am that red in the eye of the bull. I charge matadors to a
last-in-a-lifetime duel.
I am that disinfectant that tickles a demented cockroach.
I separate the babalawo from his cowries
And blinden the Seer with my sneer.
Yes, I’m that sneer in the potholes on your roads.
I’m here and there.
I sit on hills in Afghanistan and rest my back in America;
I beat my bongos in Bakassi and strum my bass guitar in Baghdad,
in mystic symphony.
I am older than the Tower of Pisa; gravity is as old as me.
I was the quiver in Pharaoh’s beard.
I could swap the Statue of Liberty’s torch with a Kalashnikov.
I can put a tinge in the eye of a Saddam Effigy.
I am the D in Nunc Dimittis
Hey,
Does that sound … Poetic?
Haha,
I could be a Poet,
I could be a Muse,
Or make muses.
I can make music,
I can make a bunch of broom out of you.
I can induce piety.
I raise my foot and the earth quakes;
Hurricanes and whirlwinds are my sneezes.
My yawns cause planes to plummet into the navel
of the earth;
And cause you to pray,
To gather up the husks of your unity.
Lest I forget,
You die and I die;
You die, I don't die.
I am Iku,
The Iku in Abiku,
Who never dies,
Who is indifferent to decency.
I take the, if you like, lavatorist.
Unconcerned if the putty is halfway or two-third out.
I imprison the prisoner,
Judge the Judge . . . What else? . . . Hmm
Always anticipate
Anticipate me.

BEAST OF HOW MANY NATIONS?

2007-06-19T06:34:00.000-07:00

The Online Encyclopedia, Wikipedia says our own Uzodinma Iweala, son of former Nigerian Finance Minister, Ngozi Okonjo Iweala, hails from Washington,DC and Nigeria. Bah, this author of Beast of No Nation is a FULL BLOODED NIGERIAN o. Make una no claim the guy.

Born in November 1982, and studied at Harvard. His debut novel is a formation of his thesis work at Harvard.

we stumbled into him on Funmi Iyanda's New Dawn and he says he's going back to school to read MEDICINE.Ol' boy take it easy. Lest, i forget, UNILAG is the place to study Medicine. It's my school. He can come. No, wait, i'm being frank. No jokes.

EVEN AMERICANS...

2007-06-18T17:30:00.000-07:00

25% of HIV-Infected Americans Don't Know They Have It
More than a million Americans are believed to be living with the virus that causes AIDS, the government said Monday in a report that reflects both victory and failure at combating the disease. While better medicines are keeping more people with HIV alive, government health officials have failed to "break the back" of the AIDS epidemic by their stated goal of 2005. This is believed to be the first time the 1 million mark has been passed since the height of the epidemic in the 1980s.

Even Americans, with the army of news sources open to them, are ignorant or scared of the FACT of HIV/AIDS.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THE FATHER OF AFRICAN LITERATURE

2007-06-18T09:40:00.000-07:00

Congratulations to Prof. Chinua Achebe.

Chinua Achebe, is a Nigerian novelist and poet born Nov. 16, 1930. One of the most widely read authors of the 20th century.A diplomat in the ill-fated Biafran government of 1967-1970, Achebe is primarily interested in African politics, the depiction of Africa and Africans in the West, and the intricacies of pre-colonial African culture and civilization, as well as the effects of colonialization on African societies.

Achebe's 1958 novel Things Fall Apart considers the effects of colonialization on Igbo society, and has been translated into over 50 languages. He was once recalled by Nelson Mandela as a writer "in whose company the prison walls fell down."

In June 2007, Achebe was announced as the winner of the Man Booker International Prize in honour of his literary career

Well known for his classic critical text on Joseph Conrad, Achebe's 2001 Home and Exile reiterated his long-standing belief that Africa and Africans were being unfairly marginalized and dismissed by European and Western-oriented intellectuals.

He's still so good enough for the Nobel. there ain't no harm baggging them both - the MBI and the Nobel.

Ol' boy, but that book no dey loose 'im flavor sef - since 1958.

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