DISCONNECT

I write this piece mindful of the fact that I’m a culprit as well! A sober one but that doesn’t vindicate me in any way, if you usually just browse through articles here, you have to take your time to read this. The topic today is as viral as STD’s get, whatever is generally acceptable is considered to be sane, but sanity itself is no longer a general attribute. I saw a video clip some days ago and it really made sense to me and I think it’s only proper I write about it today, it’s about the gap technology has placed between us and the real life, we seek relevance on social medias, so that’s why we hustle for Instagram likes, Twitter followers and a large Facebook base. We seat in a room for several hours, typing on our phone with people that will only access us based on the hot pictures we upload or the so often false image we create and that bond ends the moment we put that phone down and then we realize the emptiness. That void is stemmed from reality, the moment you lose the phone you lose your sense of importance and then you’re faced with the TRUTH…. You are just a boy or girl with no real friends, living a life bereft of the experiences you could have if only you put down that phone. Tablets, Notebooks and Smartphones will never take the place of real friendship, a walk in the park, a lovely date in a restaurant, real hugs and kisses instead of emoticons! Now that’s what life is about, but we are never going to have those experiences when we have a million followers or more on different social networks, so we’ll always have to look down…..typing……. we’ll always have to look down because that’s where we find the momentary happiness … I know some people have actually found love online but we have to ask ourselves what the odds are! Haven’t you noticed how you meet someone online and they tell you a lot of things and you are full of expectations but then after several weeks or months chatting you get to meet this person and you realize the TRUTH, that gentleman or woman is so different from the words they sent you online and that friendship fades away like mist! It’s perplexing how people ask questions like “how many friends do you have on facebook”? Or “how many twitter followers do you have”? They don’t care if anybody told you good morning or if you actually have any real friend to talk to. Believe me when I say that the EMPTINESS is evil… you know that famous saying right!? An idle mind is the devil’s workshop…. At least we are all “online”, you are most likely reading this piece with one sleek Smartphone or the other so you must have read stories of how people overdose on pills or spray bullets in a lecture hall before taking their own lives, and do you know the funny aspect? They always fall back to their only companion and that’s probably their Facebook page to write their last words….they give you a brief insight as to what their lives must have been like, a life where nobody actually showed them love….. We absorb the sexual abuse, the child abuse and even the domestic violence until it’s too late because there was no real friend to talk to, I know my examples are extreme and I really don’t wish any of these for anyone, but wouldn’t you rather look up and see all the opportunities and possibilities around you? Wouldn’t you make a friend in the bus on your way to school? Or take a walk with your dog? Wouldn’t you rather be in a relationship where you actually spend real time together…..savouring your love every single day….the way we are going what memories are we creating? Very few I guess…what stories are we going to tell to our children and grand children. I know you might say my theory is old-fashioned but sincerely the “new-fashion” is a huge whale that’s only going to swallow us up……so finally I say put that phone down and live life the real way.

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VOICELESS

The hardest part in every piece I write is the beginning, sometimes I have to watch a movie, listen to music (in this case, Jaga Jaga by Eedris Abdulkareem), read a book or call on my intellectual alter ego, all in a bid to start this engine. You know why? It’s because right about now, I’m downright sure I have your attention, you see what I did there??? Beginnings matter, remember I said that, now let’s get to the story…
We domicile in a country where our resources get stolen out from under us. The bulk of it gets deposited in Swiss banks, the rest is used to grade roads, that were supposed to be tarred; sink a bore hole for a densely populated community, which private individuals can do; rehabilitate a quarter of an already dead school building; buy rice bags for market women; buy motor cycles (‘okada’) for university graduates, GRADUATES!!! & any other meagre deed you can imagine. What’s worse is the fact that they get overly appreciated for these bread crumbs they throw at us. We forget that these exiguous projects are only a tiny fraction of the job description of our beloved public seat holders. I was talking to a friend on this issue and he said something that I will always remember…
“Nigerians do not know what they really want, so they settle for less”
Do I blame the thieving politicians? No! It’s the majority I blame, we have no voice and even when we choose to speak, it fades with the echo and sometimes it fades faster than the echo. We give aspiring public officers this impression – “we need help, so help us, you can steal, but just help us”… Beginnings matter, and that’s the beginning we have created; the beginning of helplessness, so the politician is always in the vantage position, he/she doesn’t feel any form of obligation, just a sense of charity, if not why hold a ceremony to open two newly built classrooms, if its your job, why the ceremony, what’s there to celebrate? Should police men celebrate after every arrest? Should school teachers celebrate after every class? Should coffin makers celebrate after crafting coffins? Pause, think and keep reading…

This is not me complaining, it’s me trying to give you a voice, telling you that you deserve more, so demand more. You know how we all complain about the country, but when we really have a chance to change things we “moonwalk” away! We are the voiceless majority… Over 170 million people and yet the Nigerian dream has been hijacked by a few ungodly men who are willing to lie, cheat, steal, and even kill just so they can protect their ill gotten wealth. Edmond Burke once said “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good men to do nothing!”
The Patricia Etteh chronicle where she was alleged to have used 628 million naira to renovate her apartment, The Farouk/Otedola case of the 500 thousand dollars bribe, or is it the promise from Goodluck Jonathan that the money removed from the fuel subsidy will be used to uplift the country… These and many other cases abound, they have all been forgotten, even though they were never resolved… Why? Because we never spoke out; you are about to ask what good that would do but before u do, I’ll ask u this “have you tried?” We never found the need to ask questions, we never monitored proceedings, we don’t even try to hold government accountable! We are the majority that watch(ed) as the few steal (stole) their priced jewels. I’m calling for a revolution of the mind, change your perception, do something for your country, challenge misappropriation of funds, challenge the political mediocrity that is now the norm. Be the change, speak out, have a voice!
When will Nigeria ever get better? When you choose to use your voice…

Written by John Iyoha @johniyoha1
Edited by Ken Iguodala @kiguodala

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BRING BACK OUR GIRLS

Aisha lay on her bed, snoring lightly; it was supposed to be just another night. She wasn’t alone in the room, about a dozen other girls were asleep with her, the wind was heavy that night and most of them were covered up. There was an oil lamp at the corner, its weak glow was all there was, Aisha had gone to bed earlier than usual that day, she was expecting a very busy morning. Each time the wind blew it made the windows creak , once in a while the creak would be so loud that it would wake some of the girls up, they always went back to sleep almost at once. There was silence for awhile…then they heard the noise! Loud gunshots!, Aisha opened her eyes and saw girls scampering about, some were screaming, others were jumping out of the windows….she quickly got up and made for the closest window, just as she tried to jump out she felt a strong blow hit her head…that was all she remembered. When she regained consciousness she was in what seemed like a moving truck, she saw some other girls all tied up, most of them had tears in their eyes, she saw two young men with turbans around their heads, they held very scary guns in their hands. The journey seemed to last for several hours, Aisha was very scared, she thought of her mother and father, she knew her mother was crying wherever she was, she wondered where the men were taking them to. The strong stench of urine was overwhelming; they were not giving food or water to drink all through the journey. When the lorry finally came to a halt she saw a lot of men, they laughed and hugged themselves, they were obviously celebrating something. That night Aisha heard screams, a lot of girls cried all through the night, she wondered what was happening in the other tents, were they cutting them up? Were they about to use them for rituals? Although none of the men came to her tent she had never felt that much fear in her entire life, she wondered if her leaders were looking for her, if help was on its way, she spent the entire night praying. The next morning she got all the answers to her questions, from the bloodstains on the dresses of the other girls it became clear why they had been crying…they just took away their virginity. She did not know if she was lucky, or if they had bigger plans for her, they made them all go into a bigger vehicle, this time around she was sure that they travelled for days, when the vehicle stopped she and a handful of girls were taking to a hut, there was a very old man inside, he spoke in a language she was certain wasn’t Nigerian. He inspected the girls the same way her mother inspected meat when she went to the market, then he pointed at her and another girl, one of the turbaned men took the other girls away. Aisha was confused now, she cried loudly but the old man smiled and kept speaking in the strange language, at last when he realized they did not understand what he was saying he made an attempt to speak English

“You my wife, you and she..be my wife”

Aisha was stunned, she fell to the ground so hard, that for a moment the old man seemed to stop smiling……she kept asking herself if help was on its way….. Would her leaders do their best to rescue her? Was this going to be her fate, Aisha knew all she could was to hope and pray!.

#Bringbackourgirls

Aisha represents all the girls that were kidnapped some weeks back, our leaders are so deep into politics that they have lost their soul. They could shed tears and ask the protesters to go home but it’s only for their own benefit. It’s so obvious that the Nigerian people have evolved, we now realize that we are stronger than any government when we unite, when we come together to stand for our rights! Let’s keep protesting till we give a very good end to Aisha’s story.

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LET THE DREAMS FLY

Every man has a dream, or had a dream as the case may be; purpose is variably a kit every man was born with. As a child we already had budding desires, we likely couldn’t explain why the ideas kept popping up, but we knew we enjoyed letting our minds stray. We felt our hearts leap each time we got a chance to dream, we probably invested a lot of time imagining what our lives would be like once they became a reality. Innocence obviously helped keep the dream alive, we had our eyes fixed on the prize but we were to young to fathom the task that lay ahead. The boy that wanted to be a pilot didn’t consider the fact that all his parents owned was the thatched house they slept in, the girl that wanted to be a singer didn’t think of how difficult it would be to get a record deal, but we dreamt anyways. The innocent face that looked out the window as the rain poured and let her mind drift to when she’ll give a speech to a stadium sized audience. The years have passed now, innocence is now all bent and wrinkled, with each passing day we look farther away from those dreams. There is a very thin line between giving up and being realistic, it’s so easy to say that you gave up on those dreams because you realized that they were far-fetched but you need to pause for a minute and ask yourself……..have I done enough to earn them?

I’m not a motivational speaker, I won’t write down words that won’t hold ground, as much as I write to encourage you I must expose you to the bitter truth. This is the 21st century, very competitive and harsh days we live in. the phrase “the patient dog eats the fattest bone” is as extinct as its author. The bones are very few now; don’t wait for the fattest, start nibbling on the dry and skinny bones. We have to be realistic, the bigger the dreams, the bigger the sacrifices that must be made. We just have to live outside the norm if we hope to make any lasting impression, the dreams are fading…fine! It’s probably because it’s time to face reality, to wake up with a heart hungry to excel, to give life all you’ve got and even more. Your biography could be a bestseller…it could also be too short and give whoever is writing it a hard time. I write for my generation, I write for ladies and gentlemen born in the 80’s, 90’s, there is no better time to step out, to lay a landmark for the generation yet to come. They say we are “leaders of tomorrow”, they told us that as little kids growing up, up till now you are still hoping for “tomorrow”!.. Most African systems and leaders don’t give opportunity to the youth, no matter how aged they are they hold on to “today” and live us with “tomorrow”. A kite is nothing without its rope, our dreams won’t count without action…….let’s make them fly, let’s give wings to our dreams.

So wherever you find yourself now, just see it as the necessary journey, the trials that you must go through for the fairytale end. There are several stories of heroes that persevered; you can motivate yourself with that. We have seen legends rise from the slums, success is always an accolade for the brave. Finally, be around people that help your dreams, people that are always available to put you back on track. It’s so shocking that some people don’t even know what they want from life..They revel in their ignorance. Parties, drinks, drugs and sex are potential destiny “snipers”…..my generation, what are we celebrating! I’m sure I have scribbled enough words to perforate your heart…let believe start flowing in….let the dreams fly!

I recommend you also read this article I wrote some months back..dreams come true!
https://ceeflod.com/2013/11/23/boundless-dream/

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