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A scam from the future in Abia state.

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I have a name but you may just call me dodo for the present time.

I have just participated in a  crime from the future. But before you arrest me, I urge you to recognise that my crime may be punishable under two jurisdictions. Even though the scam is from the future, it is an international crime.

A pathetic case of what clueless Nigerians do because they are hopelessly incapable of learning from their environment.

I do not have any faith in the paperwork bandied  about in Nigeria, as The Federal Constitution as much of it do not make much sense.  In the truest sense, its a useless gimmick. And the only reason it is still around, the way it is, is much the same way Nigeria herself is around, a living memento of the word tragedy.

One Oyinbo man described Obasanjo's modern Nigeria the other day most aptly : A working failed state. 

Whatever that means, one suspects the bombing of Louis Edet - in the scheme of things, seeming mindless orchestration within a larger mindless elite orchestration that Nigeria herself is - is a new shift in the stakes: The battle for the soul of name-space Nigeria.

As always, interesting although extraordinarily sad times are ahead.

Meanwhile President Goodluck Jonathan still dresses, zips around, and speaks around like a flight Captain preparing for sleep just when his jet is nosediving into the Atlantic at a rate-of-descent that will frighten even more experienced bomber-fighters.

The majority of Nigeria's elites - her leadership class are stupid. 

They cannot get their aprons off their puppet masters in London and Washington. And to those ones, for as long as the oil well flows, the people inhabiting the namespace Nigeria are, at best clueless baboons. I do not blame them.

The problem is us.

However, because the Abia state governor - Theodore Orji  is sworn-in under the so-called constitution, I wish to report to him a crime from the future.

I do not expect him to do anything about this, because of what I know about him. But I know he surely has a lot of power to do a lot about this crime, under the current contradiction that is Nigeria's constitution.

In the scam, I became liable for a conspiracy to commit forgery, and perhaps more.

I inadvertently participated in a scam from the future. But before I am arrested, I hereby announce to the world the first episode of a scam from the future.

Here is the script.

I have already hired my lawyers because even though I do not envisage that Theodore Orji has the guts to investigate a scam from yesterday, I trust that he will grow the guts to investigate a scam from the future. I would expect to be arrested when the future is here.

Enjoy. And wish me luck at court.


Dear Governor/ Sir/ Dee

Congratulations on your recent re-election to office as the Executive Governor of our dear state Abia. As they say that action speaks louder than voice, your re-election was a manifestation that the people of Abia State loved you and the work you had been doing since assumption of office in 2007. They wanted you to continue your good work, and they spoke with their votes. Dear brother and uncle, please continue in your good steps, and God in his infinite mercy will be your guiding step and angel as he has done since 2007 when you initially became the Executive Governor of our beloved Abia State.


My name is Friday Chidubem Alukwu though I reside permanently in London United Kingdom but come home as time permits. I schooled at Government College Umuahia, after which I went to Ahmadu Bello Universirty in Zaria where I read International Studies. Upon graduation and NationaI Youth Service, I travelled to London where I have made home for the past twelve years, and it’s where I am writing you this letter from. 
I work for London Metropolitan Police Service MPS presently as a Designated Detention Officer, however I have been employed by the MPS through other roles for the past 9 yrs. I hope and pray that this letter meets you well.
Dee, it is true that I have acquired British citizenship over the years I have lived here, and is a British Passport holder, but I have no plans or intentions of living in United Kingdom throughout the rest of my life. I intend to return to Ibeku our father land at some stage in my life. I have not forgotten and will not forget where I come from. To prove my position, I came home to marry a wife in 2008 when I believed it was time for that. My wife is from Mbieri in Mbaitolu Local Govt Area in Imo State.
It is true that my two little children are also British passport holders courtesy of me as their father, but I have every plan to make them know that they are from Ibeku land, not London United Kingdom.
His Excellency, to make this dream come true, and my plan a reality, I am begging you to use your honourable office to approve an allocation for a parcel of land around the state house of assembly complex area on my behalf.
This parcel of land will be used to develop a private residential building for me to live in, and for my children to grow up in. With a home in Umuahia, I will be able to frequently bring my family home, and expose my children most importantly to the tradition and ways of living of Ibeku people our people.
Furthermore, I will have the confidence of coming back home knowing that I have a place to call my home.
Dear Governor, this letter represents an official application to Abia State Govt for an allocation of land.
God will protect you throughout the next four years you will see to the needs of Abia people, and touch your heart to help your brother.

Kind regards, F.Alukwu.

When I wake up from this dream, I hope the governor would do the right thing, to defend Nigeria's constitution. Or when the future scam completes, I hope he is aware of the clinical efficiency of the London Metropolitan Police Services. They are the ones that arrested me in the future scam.

But I intend to prove, that as the son of my father, I do not belong to the clan of the Bode Georges, or the Bankoles, or the Ibru's.

I intend to defend my corner.

Here is notifying governor Kalu to defend the interest of Justice. And the people of Abia state.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

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A most important message to Nigerian students...

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Fellow Student,

What you are about to read may break your heart, and it may leave you thinking "how dare he", but I urge you to read it. Nonetheless.

And make of it, what you will. So let's go.


In clear terms, if you are enrolled in any Nigerian university you are in all probability wasting your time. And I have just told you a half-truth. You are indeed wasting your time! 

The usefulness of what you are being taught - if you are being taught at all, to you, your society, or in fact to the world at large is tending towards zero. Again, another half truth but I leave you, this time to restate it yourself.

The earlier you recognise this reality, the higher your chances of taking individual and immediate steps to correct the unfortunate anomaly.

In that sense, I urge you, when you are done reading this message, to pass it on to your friends and schoolmates

As with all things you give out, remmember to tell them as I have told you, to to make of it what they will. 

Mohammad Qaddam Sidq Isa's piece which inspires this message says it all and I quote:

If you happen to be a student for instance, you should only regard your formal academic pursuits as means to acquire appropriate formal certificates not necessarily knowledge and skills. In the meantime, you should focus on acquiring the actual relevant knowledge and skills through extra curriculum studies be it private lessons or self-educating efforts. Provided that you pursue it dedicatedly with passion, you are most likely to have the appropriate knowledge and skills substantial and sound enough to justify your formal certificates. This would give you the necessary positive attitude and indeed inspire you to widen your vision and eventually get your rightful position even outside the country, where skills count and are appropriately recognized.


Actually, you should read Mohammad's piece in its entirety on Reasoning Platform.

He asks an important question: Would You Ever See a Better Nigeria?

If you have never asked yourself that question, and it is worth repeating, Would You Ever See a Better Nigeria?, then I need no further proof that you have been wasting your time at university. 

Or, to be a little less harsh, you have been letting Nigeria waste you.

The most important tool you would need as you confront the sad reality, that I am so sorry to bring to you, but I bring to you nevertheless may already be in your hands. In all likelihood, you are reading this from it. I speak of that packed little device that is now very incorrectly tagged your mobile phone.

You see, the original purpose of a university is to create an environment where you learn all sorts, and every lots of information, coming to you from all directions with the sole objective that you can interact with the larger world creating a system that ensures that everyday and every human problems are logically and intellectually assessed with the view of finding lasting solutions.

But you also have to see, in Nigeria, because the country has gone to the dogs, the information that are supplied to you, in that over-abused caricature that is your university, is the equivalent of making you eat from a pack of Gala, yes Gala, the snack you usually get to buy in Lagos traffic, which was manufactured ten years ago. Or so. 

You wouldn't eat from a batch of Gala made ten year ago, I am sure. Neither will I.

In case you  are immediately tempted to dislike me because I referred to your country as dog-food, well I urge you to take heart.

Remember, your dog may find it harder than you, to eat a ten year old Gala, even if it were made of bones.

So, without wasting too much of your time - and there are too many ways that Nigeria is designed and sustained by those people you see, time and time again on the NTA 9'o clocks news to waste your time without your knowledge or agreement. You do not need me to tell you, that if you let anyone or anything waste your time, you are effectively wasting your life. And it is a terrible thing to do. To name just a few: endless hours in traffic, light-lessness, impossible roads, expensive food and expensive mobile phone rates, and now madam 'bomber' Patience Goodluck Jonathan.

I will give you a trick that's packed behind that phone. In all honesty, it is one trick, but for the sake of clarity, I will split it down for you.

First of all, learn how to use a lot of Google. It is a search engine and it will take you to some-place with the information you need to grasp regarding a  concept, or a facet  of the course you are supposed to be learning at university. Use google to search and find them. Read them all like you are about to die. Then search for more.

There is an art and method to this, and the more efficient and competent you become at both the art and science, the better your chances of becoming truly educated. You may begin by following this 'yarn-ings' as we used to say: http://yrn.me/j2x9s

Two, visit Amazon.com and do a search for your course. Or a topic. Or one of your modules. Just an idea that fascinates you.

You are bound to see relevant books and materials that you have not heard about. There is no chance you will find any of the recent books you can find on Amazon.com in any library in Nigeria. Read the user reviews below the books, and more strategically, find a way to buy yourself the important & relevant texts. If you are really in need of a way to buy the texts of your interest, contact me and there is always a way. 

Again, begin to read them like it will save you from the devil. You will see illumination in the end.

Three. Stay away from Facebook.

Facebook is a time sink, and it is only of value to those who do not value their time.

Four, attend less and less of church or mosque and repeat one, two and three above more.

If you are willing to hear me out in full, my point here is that,  you must, with immediate effect, stay away from all religious gatherings. And that includes all those suicide missions you and I know as confraternities. You are bound to be invited to either or all of these in your school. I was. I stayed away. And you can. You merely need try. It will make you no less a christian, or a muslim or a cultist. You just will not be wasting your time...

Five, the less time you spend watching DSTV football, or pretending to support Manchester United, or calling yourselves a gooner, or plotting to buy yourself a Chelsea FC authentic shirt etc., the more time you would have for one, two and three above. 

It is not my intention to be a hypocrite in this letter and I hope you can tell by the extent to which I have struggled not to deceive you, so I am not able to tell you to stop watching foreign football and/or sports. You see, I do too, but I plan my entire week or month so my calendar can accommodate at least 90 minutes for which I relax watching any football match at any time, and when I can, Serena Williams play.

If I could, I would prefer to watch those street football we play here and there in Nigeria - we called it "set";

Believe me, they are more entertaining but until we find a way to bring them to DSTV, I entertain myself with a football match on the TV every now and then, not caring one bit whoever wins. I usually like not to miss Manchester United's games, but that is because there is a winning mentality that is worth understanding about the football club. I am not a supporter. I am not Enlish. I be omo Naija.

Should you still be a Manchester United supporter, like I once was, ask yourselves how much the value of your shares in the club is worth and I will swear to an oath, at one of those now-officially-corrupt Courts in Nigeria that your surname is Glazer. Also, strive to remind yourself every now and then, that  the distance between you and the closest international airport to your beloved Premier League club is at least six thousand miles. You don't matter to them. Your money matter, though to DSTV.

Six, read a lot of SaharaReporters.com. Actually, start and finish your day with a visit to SaharaReporters. You will know just how bad Nigeria is and maybe you would start to perceive the terrible smell of dogfood.

The most important things to learn, in Nigeria, about Nigeria these days will  in all likelihood show up first on SaharaReporters.

Be prepared though, most of the things you will learn there ought to make you angry. Very very angry. If they don't make you angry, then you need to repeat one to five above, even more.

Seven, the grandest enemy of Nigeria is the Peoples Democratic Party, (PDP).
You see, the PDP is supposed to be a political party, but in reality, it contains all the men and women, the labourers and experts, and fraudsters and killers, - they like to delude themselves they are leaders, who connived, over the last fifty years, to turn Nigeria, the Galla into dogfood.

In one word, the PDP is the very encapsulation of stinking filth. I should remind you that Nigeria's grandest idiot, of an ex-president is the PDP's Olusegun Obasanjo; I called him an idiot, not because at his age, he is not deserving of my respect, but because he actually likes to be called "the father of modern Nigeria".

Delusions are dangerous, there is nothing modern about Nigeria. Unless of course, you are what Professor Wole Soyinka will assess as constituting idiocy. That tells you all you need to know about the character of the PDP.

It is not my business to tell you who to vote in Nigeria's upcoming elections but in the spirit of this letter, I owe, to tell you who you must NOT vote.

Everyone around you who votes for the PDP gets to keep the dogfood kitchen supply line loaded. In short, tell your people to go vote as a must, but only vote PDP, especially President Goodluck Jonathan and the rest of his PDP family, if he or she likes dogfood and will like to actually keep eating it. Of course, while eating inside dogfood too.

It is particularly more crucial that you do your utmost to educate those family members who have not made it to the university like you. They will never get to read this message anyway.

Nine, quit playing computerised noise to your ears in the form of Lady Gaga and all those foreign noisemakers DSTV would make you believe are musicians, or artists. If you do not own or never listened to the Fela Anikulapo Kuti's musical collection, find them here or On Youtube at the least; Listen and learn. And dance. Do not believe what your pastors, or Imaam or mum told you or tell you about Fela himself. Find out for yourself. Remember, you are an adult, so you can and should be able to do this now. If you must do hip hop, buy Da Grin's entire collection. It is as good as Tupac's. And Tupac is easily accepted as the greatest lyrical rapper in recent times as far as the the history of the genre goes. 

Never believe an iota of the nonsense that is being circulated about Da Grin's death, with regards to witches and wizards. Da Grin died from injuries he sustained from the sad car crash that had to happen because of the incompetence of every single politician in Nigeria. That some people are willing to tell you a witch can kill unchallenged is another proof that Nigeria has gone to the dogs. There are no witches and wizards. If you do not believe, show me one.

When you are bored of listening to those two, only then, should skip your iPhone or that other expensive iApple kit to your usual favourties: Chris Brown, Rihanna and bla bla bla.

If I was you, I won't bother with those though.

Beautiful Nubia, Tony Allen, and Ali Farka Toure usually helps better. I guarantee you, they contain more enlightenment.

And lastly, make sure you sleep a lot. Yes, I know how hard that is in Nigeria - Its hot and the power generators won't stop screaming. 

But all of these things are hard, you just have to find a way to do it. 

If you are still reading, the whole essence of my message is captured best in these immortal words from Thomas Carlyle.

"What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books."

Except that, I am brave and audacious enough to let you know, in your case darling, your professors have not even started with you at all. It is not completely  their fault but what does it matter ? You have a long way to travel. I hope you started already. You are on your own. You live in Nigeria, you should know that by now. 

See you at the Gala party, sometime soon.

Yes, yes! fresh Galas only is what we have for item seven.

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#Tennis : Jason Cowley on Serena Williams...

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Could Serena Williams have played her last competitive tennis match?

Rhetorical, but very apt in the circumstance. 

That was Jason Cowley of the London Standard Newspapers, in a quite refreshing piece, on Serena Williams titled : It's a sad time if the clock is about to strike midnight for this Ghetto Cinderella

The easiest way to describe most Serena Williams press out there, is hostile.

And Jason is probably right too, stating:

Williams has long been resented not only by rival players, who have struggled to compete with her power and athleticism, but by tennis-watchers, many of whom seemed at times uncomfortable with the emergence of a proud, unashamedly black woman champion.

Serena, can be proud. But then, when arrogance meets competence, with a dose of drama, you are not entitled to complain.

In a sense, one is actually entitled to worship those things, and by projection, Serena - unless you are tennis competitor. 

"I'm a black player 100 per cent," she once said. "I'm playing for those little girls who never watched tennis, who never had a chance to play tennis."


Very instructive. While I am not easily the most informed Tennis analyst, Serena Williams brought me to the game and I vividly recollect watching her, over DSTV in the cubicle of my office uptown Akure, in the early 2000s and the most endearing thing, was that concentration. Serena's concentration.

Which, ultimately drives her legendary, and usually fun come-backs. She usually plays with the swagger, of one who is never down or out. You just love it Or as Jason puts it:

I've long thought she was terrific, the only player on the women's tour I'd pay to watch.

Worth repeating: The only female Tennis player worth paying to watch.

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Where Jason doesn't make a lot of sense, to me, is the idea, that a Serena Williams retirement, from Tennis, now, or anytime soon, will be a sad thing.

At 29+, and having travelled down that road, conquering all, she was always in her twilight years anyway. And only the dog who stays alive, scrambles for bones.

Jason's references to Malcom Gladwell's thoughts, is also revealing.


"It's not enough to ask what successful people are like. It is only by asking where they are from that we can unravel the logic behind who succeeds and who doesn't."

Gladwell has what he calls the 10,000 hours rule for exceptional achievement. He believes that all extraordinarily successful people have put in their 10,000 hours of hard work, invariably from an early age.

Interesting.


Ever since I have been reading script on Serena Williams, Jason's piece is quite easily the one, that reads most honest and admirable in its undisguised affection for Serena William's standing, in the sport.

And when he states "I wish we could produce someone like her in this country", you appreciate where Jason is coming from. A very good place and a very good read.

If Serena was English or British? oh wow! silence... but bring me the din.






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#Nigeria : Poetry of the day : I dey laugh ooo...

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This is quite frightening, as it is meaningful.

Somebody has been running around saying “I dey laugh”.
His supporters have been running around like him,
like brainless monkeys saying, “I dey laugh”.
It is as if the suffering of 150 million people
is a laughing matter.

But hear this:
you have been laughing and laughing and laughing.
We will have the last laugh and whoever laughs last laughs best.
You laughed and laughed not because anything is funny.
Instead, you are funny.
Your behaviour is funny.
Your mind is funny.
Your existence is funny,
and
we must have the last laugh at your infantile existence.



Source: SaharaReports commentary

Silence....


#Nigeria : Mubrak Down, PDP next...

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Nigeria : Heralding the arrival of Governor Kayode Fayemi of Ekiti.

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There is something to be said of pleasant News.
Some sort of a shock treatment, in the midst of hopelessness - perhaps Heaven sent,
Perhaps an accident of unfathomable luck - the definition of grace ? Miracle!

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Like a thirsty dying locked-down slave trudging on, center-spread of a red eyed desert,
suddenly awakening to the self-doubt of a cloudy blue sky,
Imaginations & memories of Rain, struggling to defeat his cynicism,
His heart pregnant with Hope, but his body almost crumbling in defeat...
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And in the ever changing long distance there is between time 0 and death, there comes only so few few of them,
So genuine, so enthralling, And so Relieving, the thought of it,
restores your faith! in yourself, with assured promises to hold on to Hope,
And make that Will, that very will that demarcates life and death,
Ultimately last you through...

And all these things,
do not compare to the extreme impossibilities - the stuff of Nigerias political / government life,
within which, Governor. Fayemi's Victory for the people of Ekiti, yet somehow find to birth.

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And here is to more for my folks up Ekiti Kete, the last standing men of Justice - the length & breath of Nigeria, the progressives of the entire South-West of Nigeria, gbogbo omo Yoruba all over the world,
& Heroes of the Freedom & Truth, wherever you are today:

Congratulations!

Nigeria: Once upon a time...with Pius Adesanmi as the Tour Guide.

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If you are going to read only one thing on the Nigerian nightmare, and where it all began, it must be this.

Pius Adesanmi - arguably Nigeria's finest writer of the moment - quite simply outdid himself in this one.

I will repeat: Pius killed himself in this piece. Its genius.

And if you are lucky enough to have the slightest real-time idea, let alone understanding of the facts and reality Pius paints, you would be driven to the sniffs of a crying breakdown.

He manages to be effortless, with his painful recollection of the many spots and sub-spots of the road to perfidy that Nigeria travel-led until today...

Hear this:

The future that Baba E wi hun hun and his peers all over Nigeria envisaged as they toiled in our primary and secondary schools after independence was that of a nation that was going to become the sum total of the values they were instilling in the pupils. In each pupil, they sought to build what the American historian, William Bouwsma, calls the “model of the educated man” – a psychic and sentient being socialized into an elevated sense of personal and collective honour, civic responsibility, professional competence, self respect, honesty, and integrity. Their approach to training and making us ready for the future they dreamed for Nigeria was a methodological mosaic that combined strict Christian morality with unimpeachable indigenous values. They lived what they preached. They did not spare the rod.



I was lucky to be close enough, and in fact studied under the fading generations of the class of teachers Pius refer to up there.

It was their fading acts in a fast dying world that they knew, yet I can vividly relate to those holy wholesome description.

Now, that's it. I have nothing more to add.

You simply must read this...

Photospeak : Mrs. Jonathan's moment of fame...

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There goes madam - I don't even know her name - Jonathan. Wife, to the current placeholder of a president in Nigeria, photo-shooting for the world.

In a tom-and-jerry sort of pose with hypnotist Obama's wife.

The more I starred at the picture, I can write a thousand words...

Except, some things are not just worth more than the casual laugh. Call me a cynic. Yeah yeah!

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First of all, what's with madam Obama's flying, Adire ?

It kinda reminds me of a particular book with one loud, spiraling but memorable image of tolotolo on its backpage. I can't remember its title, but I can see the image of that Ostrich, flying hips up, up here...p

Anyways.

I wonder where Turai is.

Yes! same ol' president Umaru Yaradua - the one who took 90+ days to die I, of Nigeria's wife Turai.

When you find her, order me a mind reading microscope and then, I will tell you what I make of this photo.

As one of my engineering lecturers was wont to say - I think the class was Transients circuits - You will not believe so much that can happen in a second...

/rant.

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On a serious note, who goes to America to advocate some food-system magical-nonsense - thousands of miles away from Nigeria, land to some of the most agriculturally fertile belts in the world ?

Who, if not grade A fools in and around Abuja ?

Msheeews! You cannot be serious.


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And why would anyone waste any fraction of their lives reading this crap! as submitted by Media-assistant, yeah! yeah!!! (read boy boy!) Ayo Adewuyi ?

You are going to have to kill me, to make me see the point in that.

But then everyone has a right to say whatever they want to say sha ( plus including, to speak in ITV Benin's advertorial mode, Nonsense)

I wonder if Madam Jonathan managed to make it onto CNN in America ? I just wonder...At least, the makers of her dress - the one thing that looks good around here - can have reason to make some noise;

Or perpaps get their own slice of the Abuja cake, through increased presidential orders...

/smh.

And yes, Turai would have a dog in that too - in her minds. Oh! find me that microscope...


Gani Fawehinmi! In Feyi Fawehinmi's eyes...

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After weeks of this uncertainty and not making any headway, I decided to do what I had been reluctant to do initially....call Gani. I hadnt informed him initially as I thought it was a bit of a joke and would be resolved in a matter of weeks and I would be reinstated.

And so I went to see him and narrated the whole story to him and explained that I hadnt told him earlier because I appreciated how busy he was and I didnt want to disturb with what was a small matter as far as I was concerned. He let rip at me for being rather naive and not letting him know from day one....

A few days later I went back to the chambers to get the final copy of the letter to take back to the school with me. I was amazed when I got there and saw that 17 copies of the letter had been drafted and addressed to practically everyone on the school's governing council starting from the Vice Chancellor. I read through the 3 page letter where SK had briefly described the events and then stated my innocence on the matter. It ended with a not so subtle warning that there would be trouble if I wasnt reinstated with immediate effect....a few choice statutes were thrown in for good measure.

It was signed 'Chief Gani Fawehinmi, SAN'.



Some of the most awe-inspiring tributes to Chief Gani Fawehinmi - Nigeria's foremost constitutional lawyer.

Or put another way; The greatest Nigerian ever!

The whole piece can be found here (facebook). Its a terrific glowing read.


Da Grinny Lessons...

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It is only fitting that I make a quick confession. I never knew Da Grin. 

But he was the embodiment of that little star, that shines, sparkling enough that you had to see it. Feel it. And then miss it when it finally fades away.

But to say I never knew him was totally incorrect. I had listened to Ewe Lowo many times after coming in contact with the unquestionably 5 star collaboration - of a hiphop mix - featuring Oluwe, via djmightymikes mixtapes(http://bit.ly/2j0Aip). 

But having listened, and lived through the escape beauty of hip hop in the 90's when Tupac Shakur's genius simply elevated an incredible, oft misunderstood art-form - of music, multi-dimenstional expression, Holy rebellion and poetry to yet unsurpassed heights, I had always fought with the solemn voice that haunts  deep within: This was not real. It was not that American hip hop did not connect, but the problem was that we were forced to connect to it. It was one way. Via 50 cents, through The Bone Thugs, down to JadaKiss and escaping via SnoopDogg into WarrenG into the DMX streets...It was art in the colours of the deep ghettos of America.

Then, HipHop was culture, but it was culture from foreign brothers. As we listened, Walkman in one hand, to some of the finest Dr.Dre's evergreen collection of West-Coast records, the real sub-conscious antagonised the distance, in the reality of it all. 

That a day will come, when you would slam on a CD player, and listen to top notch Hip Hop mixes performed exclusively in Yoruba, dare I say Yorub-ish (my fancy expression for an eclectic mix of Yoruba rhymes interspersed in an arresting manner  with authentic narrative of the tales of horror, dashed hopes, confusion, oppression and dreams - the stuff of the hinterlands of Nigeria's ghetto )was a pressing illusion that keep sketching itself mentally, yet one couldn't quite make up.

And then Came Mode Nine. Kai, enter 9ice. And then came Da Grin. And a host of others who simply mixed drums, synths and lyrical imprints in beautiful ways that makes you shake. If it did not get you thinking.

These new range of Nigeria's rap essemble simply brought that fantasy world of our-hip-hop alive.

I remember vividly playing up 9ice's street credibility over and over again and melting away at the awesomeness in the unhindered lyrical depth; The Yoruba was incisive. It was truly /out-of-9ija.

The patterns, pauses, the cheer intensity of the delivery was right on top of the pack. Totally different, yet conformist.

I have always found time to track the performances of these continental gems -of musical art, but to expect that such bundle of rap-phenomenon - Da Grin, would be gone today was an unthinkable proposition. 

But that is the reality of today. And that is where the lessons, sad realities of the name-space we refer hopelessly to Nigeria begin to haunt you. I will not recount the horrors of the Da Grin tragedy here

It is bad enough that such a bundle of entertainment value would have to be rescued by police patrol vehicles after a car crash. By Nigeria's hopeless standards - and I say that with the deepest sense of regret -  Da Grin was a lucky boy. You dare not ask me how it was we couldn't have a fairly decent rescue system in the dead system...

After-all, the substantive president ( I hope that makes Mrs. Turai happy meanwhile )  of Nigeria is currently housed in some random mobile Intensive Care Unit somewhere in the extreme corners of Abuja right now.

All of the supposed, University Teaching Hospitals in the entire x and y axis of Nigeria is not presidential enough to cope with the degree of his medical illness and complications. Forgive the diplomacy. And he has been dying to live officially since November last year...Ongoing Tragedy.

The real tragedy of the Da Grin shocking loss, is in the helplessness of the entire remnant of healthcare in namespace Nigeria to be useful.

And a bigger tragedy is in the notion that there are hundreds, probably thousands of folks who - somewhere in an artificially air-conditioned office in the fairy-tale Abuja capital - pretend to represent the face of government, and healthcare in Nigeria. I have since looked around for Madam reBrand's statement on the loss of one of Nigeria's most worthwile exportable product, of an artist, of a musician, of a genius and I am still searching....

She only gets to speak when there is some dubious rebrand project to sell, or some political calculus to compute. That is when she is not busy marrying off her lineage to the Americas...

They all have a face when it is time for the yearly distribution, heck! slicing, of Billions and Billons of Petrodollars in budgetary allowance. Most of the time, for doing nothing.

Rather, for superintending over the continual loss of stars, men, women, children and quite simply: Continental heroes! Some unsung; People of Da Grin's status and stature, people who connect with the daily experiences and rhymes of Da Grin. People who cannot be escaped to Saudi Arabia.... People Da Grin energised, gave hope in his compositions.

Still, following the reactions of Nigerians on the Internet-phere last night as the devastating loss of the Da Grin hit home, I could not but notice another tragedy.

The convenient ease with which too many Nigerians default every failure, in fact, every of our simple but pathetic realities to God. We blame god for everything. We let Iwu - that joke of a professor steal away votes, and then let them hypnotize us that only God gives power?

We let them send their children to schools in the Americas and the USA and the UK and then complain when they cannot be bothered that schools are locked up for months, non stop while we waste away in one church corner to another ?

It is most encapsulated in the summation that too many people throw around: God! knows best. Or its other variant, God is in control.

While I am not about, to stir up any undue tensions as to declare the non existence of a god who took away Da Grin, or who let it happen, or who could have or could not save him, Is it not time Nigerian Youths recognise that If there ever was a god - he is not saving Nigeria ?

Is it not time, Nigerians bond together to absolutely demand the barest minimum from the loonies who parade themselves as leaders ?

And Is it not time, that Nigerian youths recognise that the real tragedy of Da Grin's death is not so much of why it happened, but of the many tens of ways in which it was an exit that was pretty much ahead of time ?

Is it not time that we all demand the closure of this joke of a country - in order that we might begin afresh, If it has to come to that ?

Yet, In every tragedy, so long as there is the rest of us, who survive with the grin on our faces, there is opportunity.

As the namespace, Nigeria continue to struggle with the basics of democracy, the year 2011 is just around the corner.

The biggest lessons you and I should be taking away from our grinned faces, is that the collection of men who lord it over us by way of the PDP and their callous inattention to just how much of us - our very best - we lose to their collective incompetence, has to be defeated!

In the spirit of those three-liners that defined the glorious elevation of Barrack Obama to the highest of Offices in the United States, Yes, We Can!

Da Grin, lived believing just that... And He did.

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