Disclaimer
Certain people close to me may be quoted in this blog, in such cases they will be duly attributed. In any case where there be any resemblance of characters in my blog to real life, whether of persons, objects, or circumstances besides the ones who i attribute to are purely coincidental. You should try not to be too critical to matters of this blog post. Just enjoy the read and you could even pick up a few things that will help. *i cant assure you though that none will be detrimental to you ofcourse*. The lot of sane things here will most likely to have been written by Jemimah. However, any inhibition you may have as regards the use of profanity in this blog is purely the fault of Nikky. She is my co-blogger and as others may well know "my alter-ego". Therefore any and all complaints should be forwarded to her desk. And to tell you the truth, she usually doesn't give a hoot. So you might like to do yourself a favour and ignore anything that may offend you.
THE DREAM OF A NIGERIAN YOUTH, OR IS IT "UNDREAM"?
The issue behind my write up is something i have been mulling over in my mind for a while now, but just finally felt brave enough to pen it down. This was brought about by a chat i had last night with a good friend of mine who now lives in America. Our discussion though brief was one of the most insightful exchange i had had with him in a while. He may probably have just brushed it off, but it kept me awake all night thinking about the dream of Nigerian Youths, so much that i woke up with a light headache.
My friend whose name is Bravy read a link i posted on one of the social networks and sent me a message congratulating me for my insight. Now, that got me very surprised, because since i knew him he never struck me as someone to go through the internet to read such insightful materials. Not because he isnt a smart kid, infact far from it! He is an intelligent chap though playful. We had wrecked quite a few havocs back in the day as kids.
One thing he said that got me thinking was that, had he been in Nigeria when i posted that link he really doubts he would have ever read it. Because his laptop battery may have been dead as there was rarely ever any electricity to get it charged. Also, internet access could have been scrambled or limited and so wouldn't be able to access the net. These among many others are factual scenenarios that abound in our lovely yet far behind country. Others include, the lackadaisical attitude that many youths in Nigeria have about reading. It is general knowledge that reading may not be very interesting to many people, however, to be informed and enlightened you really do have to read. Learn other people's experience and apply them.
This got me thinking about many intelligent, sharp and smart Nigerian youths that i know. Young people with so much potential and great insight as regards happenings around the world and within Nigeria.But they would rather smoke weed than push hard into developing themselves. Their claim is always that the country is messed up and doesnt care for its youths and wouldnt provide jobs for them. Thers is only so much the governement can do. What with the constant corruption we hear about and the ever increasing large population. But we the youths lack drive. Both those from very priviledged backgrounds and those from less priviledged ones are caught in this trap. Some use drugs as some form of respite. Respite it really does provide, but it is certainly short lived. Next they become renegades and slow brained, then all efforts put into acquiring education becomes a waste.
There are so many untapped industries in this country, if only we the young ones will open our eyes to find them and tap them! You have to look out for yourself and develop yourself so you could stand out among many and get the opportunity to be somebody early in life.
Not long ago the Federal Government ran a scheme that provided funds for new and budding entrepreneurs. Many people knew of it but didnt apply. Thank God those who did got wonderful grants. The persistent pessimists well what can i say? i do hope we all the light soon and take charge of our destinies.
There is an old time saying by the whites that if you want to hide something from a black man, put it in a book. We thought that was derogatory, but it hasn't totally changed decades later .
if writing for me means atleast one person will read it and apply it, then that piece of information i am passing isn't at all a waste.
Have a good day er'one.
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Friday 24 August 2012
Thursday 23 August 2012
THE IRONY OF ATTAINING A MASTERS DEGREE
Surfing the internet for the past one month trying to decide what university is affordable yet offers qualitative education for my average economic cadre has left me more disillusioned day by day. Being one of those people who believe a UK and/or USA education is much more qualitative than other countries cum that of Nigeria, i very easily began checking those spheres. After checking the rates for over 10 schools, i realized if i approached my mother with such a cost i may give her a heart attack. So i began looking for scholarship offerings that may reduce the cost of tuition for me. There, i "jam rock" as they would say in pigin english.
Now at my wits end and realizing i may not be able to afford Masters in jand right now, i went back to browsing and making inquiries for admission in a Nigerian University. I was specifically looking for one close to my city so schooling wouldn't put a strain on my work and my resources. Asking around i got a couple of schools that could work. That was supposed to have given me some respite, however, it further left me more frustrated.
First, i had to consider the erratic situation of Nigerian colleges, strikes, lecturer issues, sorting and all related shenanigans to education in Nigeria. Then i got an Eastern university which had a study centre in my town and i was elated. This means i could continue working and still school with little or no hitches at all. Just when i was about to get a form, the FG decided to set up a committee that will probe Nigerian universities. Among their portfolio was to re-call centres of universities that are not in the same town with the parent university. There, i struck rock deep down in the well. That meant no headway yet.
Then i got information about a university not so far offering a course close to what i wanted to read. I decided to give it a trial since one masters degree is better no masters degree at all. I got their form, filled it and submitted. Before admissions were slated to be out i took the liberty of asking the course coordinator how much the fees may come to. To my utter surprise, i learnt that to run the course i am applying for, it will cost me about half a million naira!!!! Now that was absurd! wouldn't i rather save and go abroad? where i know sessions end on as at when due and school life may not be as difficult as it is in Nigeria?
After all these, i am more beat down that i ever was. Now thinking, how important is having a secong degree infact? My boss just completed his MSc after over 20 years of finishing his first degree. And he built a successful business using only his first degree. I guess i am just going to blurt all this masters matter from my mind focus my energy into something else that will develop me and wouldn't depress me.
Peace out!
Now at my wits end and realizing i may not be able to afford Masters in jand right now, i went back to browsing and making inquiries for admission in a Nigerian University. I was specifically looking for one close to my city so schooling wouldn't put a strain on my work and my resources. Asking around i got a couple of schools that could work. That was supposed to have given me some respite, however, it further left me more frustrated.
First, i had to consider the erratic situation of Nigerian colleges, strikes, lecturer issues, sorting and all related shenanigans to education in Nigeria. Then i got an Eastern university which had a study centre in my town and i was elated. This means i could continue working and still school with little or no hitches at all. Just when i was about to get a form, the FG decided to set up a committee that will probe Nigerian universities. Among their portfolio was to re-call centres of universities that are not in the same town with the parent university. There, i struck rock deep down in the well. That meant no headway yet.
Then i got information about a university not so far offering a course close to what i wanted to read. I decided to give it a trial since one masters degree is better no masters degree at all. I got their form, filled it and submitted. Before admissions were slated to be out i took the liberty of asking the course coordinator how much the fees may come to. To my utter surprise, i learnt that to run the course i am applying for, it will cost me about half a million naira!!!! Now that was absurd! wouldn't i rather save and go abroad? where i know sessions end on as at when due and school life may not be as difficult as it is in Nigeria?
After all these, i am more beat down that i ever was. Now thinking, how important is having a secong degree infact? My boss just completed his MSc after over 20 years of finishing his first degree. And he built a successful business using only his first degree. I guess i am just going to blurt all this masters matter from my mind focus my energy into something else that will develop me and wouldn't depress me.
Peace out!
Tuesday 7 August 2012
PARTYING WITH KIDS
Disclaimer
Any resemblance of characters in my blog to real life, whether of persons, objects, or circumstances are purely coincidental. Also, try as much as you can not to use contents of this blog to judge my persona, well its not like i care anyway. For the sake of your psychological health, take everytthing on face value. This is because alot of crazy things may be spewed here that can turn even the most stoic into locos and may even depress some -__- . You should just enjoy the read and you could even pick up a few things that will help. *that being detrimental to you ofcourse*. The lot of sane things here will most likely to have been written by Jemimah. However, any inhibition you may have as regards the use of profanity in this blog is purely the fault of Nikky. She is my co-blogger and as others may well know "my alter-ego". Therefore any and all complaints should be forwarded to her desk. And to tell you the truth, she usually doesn't give a hoot. So you might like to do yourself a favour and ignore anything that may offend you.
PARTYING WITH KIDS
Some may already have ran ahead of themselves and imagined that this is an awful topic for a blog. Well you are not far from the truth, but *tatafo* who send you work? me wey write am no know which topic i prefer?
Reason i chose this to write this is as obvious as the fact that the time is 3.30pm on a slow tuesday afternoon and there's nothing to do at work. Recapping over the events of the last weekend i find myself drawn to the rather bizzare event i and my close buddies went for on friday. Invited by some acquaintances who are believed to be the creme de la creme of town to a pool party thrown by them. I was so excited and so snagged a couple of invites for myself and my friends. So my bestie who stays outta town was coming to visit me and i wanted to show her a good time and thought the pool party was a good idea to kick start the bloody fun weekend. As I had feigned a head ache and so took the day off work, i had plenty time on my hand to try on all my bikinis to see which one would fit more. As i hadn't been to the pool in a while, i had added some weight in some pleasant places, i so needed a pair that will flatter me + make me look gorgeous. So i decided on what i thought was the perfect fit. I texted my friends so much to remind them about the pool affair that they began to get pissed. I fidgeted till twas pool time. My friend, the dude (who i must confess, i kind of had the hots for) was picking we the ladies up. I couldnt wait to show up my improved bikini bod hoping he'll be impressed. and then we jorneyed 30minutes to the "undisclosed location" of the party. Upon reaching the pool, good music was playing and i began to bop my head and get jiggy, while i led the pack in. Just then, i stopped right in my tracks making the entire crew to bump into me. I almost ran out in total shame. Scattered around the pool were teenage kids, many of whom were my juniors in secondary school who i uesd to send to fetch me bathing water + wash my clothes *asper typical 9ja federal govt. school* While i tried to make us turn back and leave, my host unfortunately spotted me and shouted my name. Now everyone's eyes were on us and i felt like the floor should open up and cover me. We were dragged to a place to sit, drinks and small chop *which oyinbo call finger foods* were served and i tried constantly to avoid the gazes of those little kids. The boys ogled and the girls gave us a murderous look like ''old women, wont you go home and allow us to rock?" while they unabashedly sent "my man" the Come-hither-look. As a sabi boy, he basked in their attention, much to my disdain! Like dude these are kids in their late teens and you are like in your late 20s! Well, after we downed our refreshment *asper food cannot waste* we surreptuosly sneaked away from the party. From then i burnt my bridges about attenting all those overly hyped social affairs again!
Remind me later to write on this ever increasing urge for girls/ladies to date + want to marry men way older than they are. talking 10 years and above age difference.And why the men seem to be flattered by that and even blatantly insinuate they can't marry a woman who is above 25years old. Saying things like *"she is no longer fresh", "her juices have been dried up", "what was she doing when her mates were married at 20" etc* Mind you, these guys aren't less than 30years! what irony!
Any resemblance of characters in my blog to real life, whether of persons, objects, or circumstances are purely coincidental. Also, try as much as you can not to use contents of this blog to judge my persona, well its not like i care anyway. For the sake of your psychological health, take everytthing on face value. This is because alot of crazy things may be spewed here that can turn even the most stoic into locos and may even depress some -__- . You should just enjoy the read and you could even pick up a few things that will help. *that being detrimental to you ofcourse*. The lot of sane things here will most likely to have been written by Jemimah. However, any inhibition you may have as regards the use of profanity in this blog is purely the fault of Nikky. She is my co-blogger and as others may well know "my alter-ego". Therefore any and all complaints should be forwarded to her desk. And to tell you the truth, she usually doesn't give a hoot. So you might like to do yourself a favour and ignore anything that may offend you.
PARTYING WITH KIDS
Some may already have ran ahead of themselves and imagined that this is an awful topic for a blog. Well you are not far from the truth, but *tatafo* who send you work? me wey write am no know which topic i prefer?
Reason i chose this to write this is as obvious as the fact that the time is 3.30pm on a slow tuesday afternoon and there's nothing to do at work. Recapping over the events of the last weekend i find myself drawn to the rather bizzare event i and my close buddies went for on friday. Invited by some acquaintances who are believed to be the creme de la creme of town to a pool party thrown by them. I was so excited and so snagged a couple of invites for myself and my friends. So my bestie who stays outta town was coming to visit me and i wanted to show her a good time and thought the pool party was a good idea to kick start the bloody fun weekend. As I had feigned a head ache and so took the day off work, i had plenty time on my hand to try on all my bikinis to see which one would fit more. As i hadn't been to the pool in a while, i had added some weight in some pleasant places, i so needed a pair that will flatter me + make me look gorgeous. So i decided on what i thought was the perfect fit. I texted my friends so much to remind them about the pool affair that they began to get pissed. I fidgeted till twas pool time. My friend, the dude (who i must confess, i kind of had the hots for) was picking we the ladies up. I couldnt wait to show up my improved bikini bod hoping he'll be impressed. and then we jorneyed 30minutes to the "undisclosed location" of the party. Upon reaching the pool, good music was playing and i began to bop my head and get jiggy, while i led the pack in. Just then, i stopped right in my tracks making the entire crew to bump into me. I almost ran out in total shame. Scattered around the pool were teenage kids, many of whom were my juniors in secondary school who i uesd to send to fetch me bathing water + wash my clothes *asper typical 9ja federal govt. school* While i tried to make us turn back and leave, my host unfortunately spotted me and shouted my name. Now everyone's eyes were on us and i felt like the floor should open up and cover me. We were dragged to a place to sit, drinks and small chop *which oyinbo call finger foods* were served and i tried constantly to avoid the gazes of those little kids. The boys ogled and the girls gave us a murderous look like ''old women, wont you go home and allow us to rock?" while they unabashedly sent "my man" the Come-hither-look. As a sabi boy, he basked in their attention, much to my disdain! Like dude these are kids in their late teens and you are like in your late 20s! Well, after we downed our refreshment *asper food cannot waste* we surreptuosly sneaked away from the party. From then i burnt my bridges about attenting all those overly hyped social affairs again!
Remind me later to write on this ever increasing urge for girls/ladies to date + want to marry men way older than they are. talking 10 years and above age difference.And why the men seem to be flattered by that and even blatantly insinuate they can't marry a woman who is above 25years old. Saying things like *"she is no longer fresh", "her juices have been dried up", "what was she doing when her mates were married at 20" etc* Mind you, these guys aren't less than 30years! what irony!
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