Kemminy Snickets: Series of Unfortunate Events.

When you buy a phone and it spends one month with you. It gets lost/stolen/misplaced. You buy yet another. The same thing as the former happens to the latter. You but yet another. The same thing. Don’t you see it as a sign?

May the 26th 2011. I misplaced my 3 month old Nokia c6-00. It was this same day I lost my wallet on my way back from the gross lab. My wallet contained my ATM cards, drivers licence and =N=5000 which I withdrew from the ATM that very morning. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t laugh. All I could think was the awesome story I was gonna tell my father about the phone. One thing my pops hates? – Carelessness.

Trust me. You don’t wanna know the story I told him cuz the measures he took were rather extreme; he withdrew me from the school hostel the next day and vowed never to buy me a phone that costs more than 10k. So when I misplace one, it won’t cost him much to replace it.

*Guess the cool story I told him.

Fast forward  September 2011. I was so rich and my hand was itching me to spend money. I bought a Blackberry javelin off someone and this I used for only one month. Around this same period, I misplaced my wallet again.

I know, I’ve been jazzed.

After this, I decided to stick to my Nokias seeing as blackberries and co are not coded in my DNA.

Unfortunately, February 2012 I was dragged back into the blackberry world under funny circumstances. I hid it from my pops so that he’d not think that I had excess money. In actual fact, shingbain! I didn’t have. I was happy until one day. He discovered me pinging my sorrows away. I was LOLing at my phone and I didn’t realise my father was in my room. I told him one awesome fable that seemed to have sunk very deep and I saved my head.

I promised to protect the phone with all my life. No pinging while walking. No pinging in public places. No pinging on buses. No pinging in class and many other lies.

April 2012. Lalupon in Ibadan, Oyo State. My late grandfather’s burial ceremony I  could bet my life that I put my phone in my bag when they called me to do that dust to dust thingy. I was too sure. That phone was moved via bluetooth or more feasibly; Jazz.

Once again. Too many bad things have happened for me to cry. There and then, i promised myself to make a difference on the dance floor even though I don’t posses any special dancing skills to make enough money to buy a new phone. I danced my sorrows away and made a lot of money even though the money wasn’t enough to buy a new phone.

And once again, disaster struck! The money was stolen. All my twisting, jerking and azontoing amounted to nothing. The most painful thing was that it got stolen  in my family house and I really don’t want to believe that I have thieves for  family members.

To the glory of God, I was able to buy the same phone two days later before my daddy could find out.

Happy for me right?

Fast forward Saturday May 19th 2012. Disaster struck again. This time around, I just had to admit that I’m very careless. Very Very. For all I care, That phone just vanished from my hand. Shazam!

I’m careless.

But if I’m careless why will my nokia phone be a year old in a few days and survive all those other phones? I take it as a sign from above.

“Kemi don’t buy expensive sh*t”

If you’ve been following well, you would’ve noticed that bad things happen to me in twos. What second bad thing happened you may ask?

Well, I was playing with my dear friend – It was amebo that caused all this rubbish- I told her to quickly come and look at what someone was wearing from the balcony and she was forming “I’m watching feem” for me. So I playfully dragged her laptop and yanked the screen.

My countenance didn’t even change. My mind was set on something bad happening. It could’ve been bad. Who knows?

I thank Jesus for everything tho, I survive tough times and I have never for once broken down even though I have almost gotten there. I have taken the hint and no more expensive shi*t for me. If its not less than 10k, I’m not buying :D

I just believe that all these things happen for a reason. My most reasonable explanation is that all these gadgets don’t let me read.

I need your prayers guys.

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Med Diary 7.0

Took a while for me to find that ‘new post’ option on my wordpress.com dashboard; Friggin’ cobwebs!

I always thought writer’s block was a myth – What do you expect? I am Larry Sushey’s humble follower – Well, not until it hit me; I stopped blogging a while back exams being my excuse. I wrote a few pieces during my hiatus and trust me; none of them made any sense. The struggle was great.

Immediately after my exams, I was meant to start a compulsory course; BTS (Basic Therapeutic Skills) where we learn basic things ranging from Anaesthesia to Nursing, But no activity. The school neglected my class and I became dormant and lazier. The block worsened. I couldn’t write shii to save my life.

Trust me, exams sucked the little creativity I had. I couldn’t even write a bloody post to tell you guys that hey my exams sucked please put me in your prayers so that I won’t fail.

I seriously needed prayers. I couldn’t even write a struggle short post to solicit for prayers. It was that terrible.  Different people were asking me why my blog was dormant.

Y U NO BLOG?

To be honest tho, The initial block was because of the fear of failure. Cuz if I fail, people will talk;

‘Assuming she was reading instead of blogging and tweeting rubbish she would have passed.’

I know I shouldn’t care about what people think or say, but one thing is for sure; I wasted a great deal of time last year tweeting irrelevant rubbish.

Anyways, God being the awesome God he is, I passed -not aced- my exams. I could have done better but I’m sha happy I passed and I’m moving on to the next class. Hi haters!

SIDEBAR : In any exam, not everybody is bound to pass. Not like we didn’t read the same notes, texts and have the same lectures. some things just happen. I want y’all to pray for my classmates that will be retaking the exam. Its not an easy task to read Biochemistry and shii twice. Frustration can set in. Nobody deserves to fail cuz we all put in our best effort.

See me talking. I was so sure of failure. Failing physiology especially. I was too sure that I even arranged all my physiology texts and materials at the foot of my bed; expecting the worst.

You know that feeling when you know you’re fu*%#d? That feeling when out of all the questions in an exam you can’t answer a single question confidently and you begin to wonder ‘why did I bother to read sef?’ Yeah that feeling. And you know failure is not an option so you answer all the questions confidently. I wrote so much rubbish with so much confidence I became a fan of my own genius. I didn’t forget to leave a few jokes for the examiners so they could at least laugh and show some mercy.

I guess it worked for me.

The college chose to neglect my class for a little while -2 months unofficial holiday-  So I was at home eating, trying to get fat, sleeping playing games, watching series and all. Just being unproductive to cut I short.

Well, they finally remembered us. school started on Friday and its back to school tomorrow :( *Le sigh*

I didn’t mean to bore you guys but I kinda lost my funny bone while going through bouts of depression. There seems to be no remedy.

What a struggle post.

 

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Special Shout out to my new friend Bobola. He was there for me while I was depressed and he helped me out of my writer’s block. :*

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Trust Issues

So you’ll know I’m still alive, I give you a beautiful poem by the beautiful Farida Jinadu she blogs at faridajinadu.wordpress.com

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Trust Issues.

I’m not perfect
And I don’t pretend to be
I face the reality of my life
And take my flaws for what they are

I know my strengths
And weaknesses
I take criticism well
And I try to be good

The one thing I am unable to do
The one thing that should come easily
The most important thing
Is to trust unconditionally

I’m completely unable to do it
I’ve tried so many times
And failed woefully
Because when the chips are down
The only person I trust is me

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Trends..

Well, I chose this as the topic because of there are some people who follow a trend, whether or not its right they don’t mind and they do this stuffs mostly out of Ignorance OR because ‘this and that’ celebrity is doing it.
Most times there are things I see people wearing or doing and I’m like; Oh well… If only they knew.

1) SAGGING:


The thing I really don’t get about this ‘trend’ is when it became fashionable to show one’s underwear, just like the ladies who enjoy showing us their bra straps. By now everyone should know that sagging actually started in American prisons because prisoners were not allowed to wear belts. But its so stupid that it has become a ‘fashion trend’ among guys.

Some guys put their trousers below their butt! To be honest, whenever I see a guy sagging it sorta seems like they’ve poo-ed in their trousers. What most of them don’t know is that it makes them look retarded and stupid.

The irritating thing is that when some of these guys sag, their boxers are either worn out or its one of those fake designers’ boxers.
If you must really sag, fine, sag but please if it reaches your butt OR below your butt then its a HUGE TURNOFF.

2) SHAVING OFF EYEBROWS:


This is one of the most dastardly acts ever! Its really crazy, like why would a woman in her right senses shave off her eyebrows and ‘draw’ them back on! like TF?

Your eyebrows are there for a purpose, if you don’t like the way they are you are only supposed to SHAPEN them, not SHAVE them all off!
The worst thing is that some women ‘draw’ different colours of eyepencils (brown, green and red) in place of eyebrows and its really sickening.
While others draw their ‘fake eyebrows’ as long as telephone wires that it reaches up to their hairlines, others make it curve to the extent that it looks like a curve of parabola drawn on a graph. *sighs *smh

The point is that most of them (if not all) don’t know it makes them appear really cheap and ignorant. Sometimes, I even wonder what some of these women see whenever their reflection stares back at them from in a mirror, when they’re done dressing up.

(Editor’s side note: Ladies that fix their eyelashes and they look as if their eyelids are gonna fall off.. That shii cray)

3)POUTING:


Its like pouting has become the new way of taking pictures for some people, I mean they feel if they don’t pout, the picture just ‘isn’t okay’.
Most people pout just because they see international celebrities doing the same and they don’t know why it is being done.

White people pout to make their lips Fuller. But we Africans, already have full lips so why pout?

The pictures i’ve seen mostly on twitter, makes me wonder. I have seen avatars of girls with really full lips with red lipstick ‘smeared’ on it pouting, using red lipstick when you’ve got really full lips is a blunder on its own then pouting with it?! Horrible!, even girls with black lips are not left out, its nobody’s fault if you’ve got black lips but applying alot of lipgloss on and pouting is sooo not sexy (or isn’t that why most of them pout, to look sexy?)
If you fall into this group of girls, you deserve to go under the guillotine.
What most of you ‘pouters’ don’t know is that making your lips ‘long’ could actually lead to being permanently ‘long-mouthed’- {This is an UberFact (._. )}, just like that of Ant-eater.

4) FEMALE DOGS AND SLAVES:

Yes, this has alot to do with the topic, alot of people are very guilty of this crime.
Most people use this word without even thinking twice and they feel its okay to use the word ‘bitch’ afterall it has become acceptable.

Last time i checked, the word ‘BITCH’ means A FEMALE DOG!. I thought calling someone a ‘bitch’ used to be the lowest level of insults, that’s like saying someone is nasty, a hoe, and uncultured girl all rolled into one. But now? People especially girls take delight in calling each other/themselves ‘bitches’ that’s calling yourself A DOG, what other insult could be worsn than calling oneself A FEMALE DOG.

That aside, Let me talk about the guys.

Now, Most of y’all fancy calling each other ‘NIGGAS’. I think by now y’all should know that the word ‘NIGGA’ was what the white people termed the Slaves during the ‘SLAVE TRADE ERA’. After Freedom Fighters Like Martin Luther-King and Malcolm-X ( if you like *yimu till your nose falls off) fought and died in trying to end racism and stop the whites from the use of this particular word, Its sad to see that People, even more sadly, the male youths calling themselves Niggas.

But this name calling didn’t start here, its something that was copied from the African- American gangsters who roam the streets of America, most of them hardly even go through high school and to think that youths who are educated up to the University level descend so low to use this degrading word on each other.

Most International musicians mainly the African-American ones use the word ‘NIGGA’ and people feel its okay to use it. Alot of people copy the actions of celebs both stupid and otherwise, without thinking-  this is another problem on its own. Back to what i was saying, Most of these African-American musicians grew up on the streets, where the usage of such words are perfectly Okay.

You don’t see accomplished African-Americans like Barack Obama, Chris Gardner etc. Being referred to as Niggas.

I think these are the most familiar trends people blindly imitate. If you’ve got any other ones do mention them in the comment box, I’d like to be ‘enlightened’.

 

P.S- My heart goes out to those who lost their lives during the Peaceful Protests, May their souls Rest in Peace. Amen.
GEJ will surely get his ‘reward’.

In other news, that MayD’s ‘Soundtrack’ video, that video is just sooo…hmmmm. Okay, I’ll reserve my comments.

Shoutout to Kemi for giving me the opportuinity to express my views on her blog.

With that said, I think I’m done here.

@Night_Crawlr

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Hi People, Anslem Filling in for Kemmiii here;

I’m quite a busy man, busy… by every known definition of the word BUSY! Before I log on…abeg make I talk how my journey take start. I was going through my group profile on facebook (Natures Children) then I was just a new member when suddenly I saw a post. It was posted by my brother Kelechi Kemnele on “Letter to my wife” >>.>> done with scanning through,I proceeded to drive off but then, my kid sister with whom I was sharing the little frame of my phone to read the post just screamed, wait! Just puzzled, my countenance changed and she showed to me something like…..here’s a reply from another blogger…

Not too interested, and in a bid to satisfy my sheer curiosity, at first I skimmed through, later scanned and then became so fully engrossed. Haba… My ego as a man was bruised…heh??? A babe wrote this??? And from that day… I left my blog to concentrate on appraising her blog if it’s worth my attention. Though I’ve got a full four paged reply to her (Kemmiiii)…

I’ve got a PLAN!!! And that’s to release the post some days before Valentine’s Day ….Hahahahahahah!!!! (((Sneezes (_–_) )))).That, I guess, will be the best time frame to put ladies like Kemmiiii with “dia” endless emotional and psychological shopping list in check! Fortunately… I’m well positioned for her “wish list”……I heavy die!!!

(Hmmm I hear someone say watcha finking) <<< dey dia if I no blo ma Trump”ET Na you go blo am???

Ok. That’s the online history ab initio of how I came in contact with Kemmiiii’s blog and the rest is subscribing to her post while I’m still putting my sketchy blog in shape….At least to give the  woman a voice.

Today.

I’m assuming the tripartite writer”. U must have viewed that movie.. The Ghost writer. Somewhat like it but mine is different. I’m viewing this current issue in Naija and came to the conclusion that some folks are quite ill informed, myopically displaced while the others are socially acting tweedy”” eh na! dem no know wetin subsidy be, and dey just following the trend and commenting on the side that has major facts to carry them along whether right or wrong…..Examples like this make me Para>>>>>>>(u can complete the grammar dan’Allah <Hausa>….>(please)

The Current plagues in Naija.

It amazes me how eminent, elite and well read Nigerians are treating the dicey issue of subsidy. Here’s what subsidy means.

Subsidy is money given by the Government a grant or gift of money, financial assistance to companies either private or state owned, organization to help it to function

In Aba: Haa’ si na subsidy ge’me nid isi nor’na govermenti ga ‘zuu egbe;na ihe ndi ozor’’’ha ne’gi alu’a agha(they said that will make head of government parastatals to aquire guns and other things used for war.

The other man sitting under the Peugeot 406.. sharply cuts in ….Ta! Eku’zi’na ifa>>> (don’t say that again)

He washes his hand in the fuel meant to serve as a mechanical reagent or whatever and cleans his left hand…his back pocket na im be the rag-towel and continues’

Who told you ? eh ? who told you? He continues….Okonjo Iweala… who is currently the chief of army barracks and minister of oil subsidy (which kain posishun be that ??)  said  that subsidy .. is for the oil to be imported from the ground and then let the federalgovernment keep the ships and hand over to the demurrage head quarters!!!!!

What an idea! …..what do we call this …ignoratio elenchi…..abi na  argumentum ad verecundiam…. Pls sort ya sef out.. the man sef na professor…..

In Benin: In a bus heading to Ugbowo (near Uniben)….pinging… pinging. texting… the girl behaving sexy…. Having a swag coefficient of 6.7/ 10 at least a B++ swag … u know na… she blew it all up. How?  After dropping her call…her countenance  changed… so her friend…(name with held) asked…. Whats the mara (hmm na hia my ear pin wella)…..  She began her replies like this: they said that the av bombs the Yobes people….(eh!) grammar! Person wey dey make call dey talk of Pol 344?? I just shun ….den she continued; I pity for Ty Danjuma ehhh yaaaaa

And her friend asked; why U dey pity am? Quickly she retorted, Na im be the husband of former senator Ehanire Dajuma na….realizing the reason for her friends concern she addeded her own bit of””””eeeehhhh yaaa to express her nonchalant sympathy too. Then the other chick burst my bubbles…. U know now? …. Because that’s the capital of Taraba state! His home state.  Gbam!  eh! For Naija hia….? The man sitting next to the babe cast a serious gaze at me and I nodded my head in Unison……chei Yobe… is the capital of Taraba…. Courtesy of Boko Haram…

Some how I was lambasting seriously, that in a country where everything seems to be a current issue….I learnt a lesson, Not everything” wearing a denim pant, some tops” to match and a koi koi shoe waving a BB (like a flag) could easily be taken as a hip’ chic… Caveat to the guys>>> Interact first before collecting ha n u m b e r s pls!!!

Tobechukwu and I were somewhere along eastern bye pass headed toward NLNG Jetty in Port Harcourt, the traffic hold up was unbearable so guys I had to alight and look for the easiest way to “piss” charpali sharpali… before now, I’d been complaining to Tobe, that I was really hungry… Tobe’ being a stubborn boy… was asking me to make sacrifices on his behalf… He was tapping my foot to keep my complaints low cos he needed to set a “skoto” (like setting a P”) for the chic to fall into” Tobe.’s phone was ringing mercilessly and he saved the number as  “family Nurse”… Me maa… I’ve not heard of an adjective like that used to qualify some’ones position or whatever….

The Chic, was heading to Bonny so see her mum, and I myself my heading somewhere close to NLNG.. I was heading to Finima Island also in Bonny. At least I had budgeted  3 hrs in the sea …. And gradually being kept buried by the tides of hunger .. I finally kept silent … There’s no worst experience like being hungry and feeling sleepy…lie!!!! Try it.. and u will never Sleep. … many thoughts ran through my head.

Later when we arrived at the jetty, I got my ticket while tobe was still “forming” and pacing up and down looking for a cheap lie…. Tobe, Like I’ve always said refused to heed my wise counsel… that is to give the “shenkess” (babe)  some lil cash and free her … Nope! The idiot refused and wanted to drop both of us .. Big boy forming…pocket half empty….

Sharpli. I walked to a fast food centre and  had some meatpie available for myself. On coming back… without interruption… Tobe was already delivering his well rehearsed lines….He just gave ne the normal football signage “like in the case of a free kick”  or somewhat analogical to a director calling it “cut”!! in a movie production scene… .. he was gesticulating  waving his palms as if cutting his neck.. I just bent my head and walked briskly

Hear him” Ibimina” U know how well I’ve planned all this for You… your comfort is my priority (for my mind that one na hotel advert lines ).. the chick was bizi flogging her Pakistani (Indian Moroccan or brazillian)? hair .. while Tobe was delivering his lines… I never anticipated beyond my widest expectations the multiplier effect this fuel subsidy would have on my financial status( hey! At this I paused… Warri!! No dey carry last… I ‘ve already known where he was headed)…

So he continued… for now based on the fuel subsidy issue, >>> Im personally adopting a palliative measure by WATCHING MY WEIGHT  FINANCIALLY!!! (haba! At this Na im  I head towards the house boat… I did not even hail my man ……goodbye…that lie alone. Deserved a standing ovation……. Seriously…….

Ibimina was smiling gladly when I looked back…..

I was headed home……To Finima… To the creeks. Where a canoe trip from Ogbia to Amassoma was a fee of paddling with your strength  unlike cycling from Ikeja to Yaba… or better from Alausa to  Mile 2, …..

After all I once used a Camel In Funtua to make a trip to Dandume Village while I was in the North…..By then I tot I was acting below my standard but when I woke up and saw N 141.10 in TOTAL filling station… I was searching for Ustaz Musbahu’s number to import  some camels to Badagry…. At least…. To make judicious use  of my business acumen…..

Sai anjuma…..!

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Sell Out or Not

It was like child’s play when I typed my angry letter to Mr. President and sent it to The Punch for publishing. I knew my chances of getting published were slim but I sent it anyways.

On Thursday morning, it became a reality; I woke up to so many missed calls and texts messages from strange phone numbers. I went on to receive more phone calls and text messages even till Sunday. This experience has been an eye opener for me; igt led me to see how much the everyday Nigerian feels but he cannot express.

I deeply appreciate all the feedback I got in form of texts, phone calls, Facebook and Twitter messages.

Thankfully, we had uninterrupted power supply in LUTH from the night before till Monday; but I woke up to the sad news that Mr. President just made a nationwide broadcast and he had ‘declared’ the new pump price of petrol to be =N=97 per liter and he had deployed the military men to Lagos to bring protesters to book. That is an infringement on our rights. This is a democracy we have the right to say NO when the government brings about unjust policies. This is not a dictatorship.

Mr. President, your soldiers were so well equipped and professional. Why then did you send them after the innocent and unarmed masses and not Boko Haram? Did you even think about that?

I knew the kind of reaction this will bring so I took to twitter to see what the youth had to say; Of course the youth were not happy. Their reaction was like;

“=N=65 or nothing! #OccupyNigeria”

 But a select few felt otherwise. Check this out;

“=N=141 to =N=97…at least they have reduced it”

I believe this is the kind of mentality that has gotten us to where we are today. If we stood our ground in times past when the leaders were removing the subsidy poco a poco, surely they will think twice before even thinking about removing the subsidy. It is high time we get rid of such mentality and fight for our rights instead of suffering because of the government’s insufficiencies.

I see what the president did there though, He increased the pump price of fuel from =N=65 to =N=97. He just conned his way to make us think that he reduced it. Do not be deceived.

We waited for news from the NLC/TUC leaders. They shifted ground. They bailed on us. They called off the strike. Now that I’m thinking about it; it was a plan after all; It could not be a coincidence that the military presence was put in place so that when the strike is called off, the unsatisfied populace will not go haywire and take to the streets. We do not know what happens during your so-secret deliberations so all we can do is to speculate.

Now that you have had your way and the masses have been left to be trampled upon, there are so many things disturbing me.

Firstly, since we are still in the 2011 fiscal year, whose pockets will the extra =N=44 per liter go? And whose pockets did subsidy that has been removed since the first of January go? Because I know for sure that these subsidies have been catered for in the 2011 budget.

Secondly, since you claim to not know the cabal and you have asked for the NNPC to be audited, how sure are we that you will not keep on protecting the cabal? Even if the cabal is brought forward, how do you intend to prosecute them? We know how it goes. We hope they don’t develop any terminal illness during trial after which they will be sentenced to 6 months in a fancy hospital and come back to lead their fancy lives. That is not justice Mr. President. They have to be dealt with like the criminals that they are.

Also, immediately after your January first broadcast, the price of almost everything escalated. What are we meant to do now because there is no way on earth that these prices are going to fall and we still have to go to the same market with the same pay?

Lastly, the 2012 budget must not be approved. All the excesses of the government have to be cut short. The Nigerians cannot keep on paying for the excesses of our government. We want a budget that is free of anomalies before it is approved.

I also hope the promises made by the SURE program are going to be effected. We are tired of the government’s promise and fail. Make a difference and let us renew our trust in you.

In conclusion, the gadget wielding Nigerian youth are now more informed than ever. We are watching and taking note of every step of the way. The president should not be intimidated by the bounty of our knowledge. This is the information age and we refuse to watch and wait. If you destroy Nigeria now, what will be left for us?

May those that lost their lives to the struggle rest in perfect peace.

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DEAR GEJ.


The only thing I can ask you is WHY???. Why??

I’m scheduled to sit for my first professional exam commencing on the 23rd of this month. Only God knows If the exam is going to hold on the said date. Knowing the gravity of this exam, I am always riddled with guilt if I am not reading or sleeping. Sometimes I could be caught tweeting; but I could not imagine myself taming my anger by writing a letter. Now, I cannot read. Neither can I sleep. Tweeting is the last thing on my mind. I cannot read because there is no power and my rechargeable lamp has lost all its power. I cannot sleep because of the overwhelming heat in my small LUTH room. I am using the remaining power on my laptop to write this letter to you. I can spare my remaining battery power because I believe I am typing away my anger.

I may not know all the facts and the figures or the intricate details but I sure know what is happening. I have read different articles; Listened to my uncles argue. I have listened to people lamenting about the state of the nation. Everybody expressing almost the same views.

First of all, deliberations had not yet been concluded before you slapped us in the face with the awesome New Year’s Day gift. The issue of  subsidy removal I am sure has been swept aside by most Nigerians for the holiday celebration since you said it was going to effect from the 1st of April being the beginning of the financial year. Truth be told, many Nigerians don’t know what the subsidy means. They just know that the price of Fuel has just escalated for the umpteenth time in 10 years.

What is this I hear about the subsidy being non-existent? That our local refineries can produce enough fuel for the nation’s daily consumption. How true is this? If you ask me, I will tell you that there is some sort of conspiracy behind all this. Some people are obviously benefitting from this importing and exporting frenzy because no answers are being provided and the only logical thing for the government to have done over the years is to have fixed the refineries. You do not need a doctorate degree to know this.

Mr. President, remove the subsidy on fuel but not at this time. Provide us with good roads, stable electricity, affordable housing, good healthcare facilities, standard education, employment and most of all, Increase minimum wage.

You cannot expect someone to live on =N=18,000 every month. It does not even sound feasible. How will you pay rent, eat, pay transport fare  and still send your children to school. This is pure EVIL!! When you were asking us to vote for you, you said you had no shoes. In essence, you want other people to go about without shoes too?? We thought you will understand the plight of the poor and make a difference.

On another turf, being a lecturer, we expected you to uphold the essence of education. Now ASUU is on strike. Young students are sitting at home. Idle. When the money you use to wet your garden can make so much difference. It is a shame.

This is meant to be a government of the people, by the people and for the people; but you don’t act as such. You act as if you are against us. How can you overhaul your kitchen utensils with millions of naira every year and Nigerians are hungry. It really baffles me because I am now wondering if you swallowed the spoons and the pots you used last year along with the food. A recent analysis stated that with the amount of money you want to use to feed, I can spend =N=50,000 for the next 52 years of my life.  I don’t understand how the very brilliant Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala let such anomalies pass through her office.

You went to South Africa to celebrate with the ANC. I am pretty sure that you saw their standard airport and their good roads; you cannot say you are Ray Charles to all the good things that are there. Not only South Africa, all other nations you travel to in your pretty presidential jet. You see how all those things work and you cannot come back here to do the same. Murtala Muhammed Int’l is the same of a nation.

We are not occupying Nigeria only because of the fuel subsidy removal. We are also saying ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!! Enough of the corruption, money laundering, wasteful spending, unaccountability and all other vices that are synonymous with the Nigerian government.

On a final note, the whole world is watching Mr. President. The whole world is watching. You had better ditch your Fedora for a thinking cap.

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