Holiday Celebrations/Greetings

Much luv to all mah peeps out there. I certainly appreciate the holiday wishes you’ve sent to me. I want to do the same for everyone out there in cyberland.
I just returned from a weekend trip to NYC. Big ups to ma boy Onimi. This brova is doing it big in tha big city. He just gained acceptance into the NY and DC BAR associations. Not only that, he’s an associate in one of the top law firms in the country. Look, you’ve gotta be outta this world to be able to pass your bar exam for you to gain acceptance into the two associations all at once. Hmm, pardon me Onimi I just can’t help to laugh. I remember your thick glasses, rumpled uniform and your legs ashy as hell as your tube suck fell to your tiny ankles…lol. Now you’ve traded all that for contact lens, tailored suit and shaved head. Congrats men; mad respect fa sho. Like you’ve always told me, the sky is the limit. I appreciate your support for me when I took my LSAT and helping me through my law school applications.

Anyway back to my trip My girl picked me up from the Greyhound station ***Ya’ll know a brova is seriously deficient in planning ahead. I couldn’t get cheap flight ticket by the time I got around to buy one. So man pikin just settled for the bus jare. After all, I hate flying. Yeap that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.*** on our way back to my crib I noticed a lot of folks driving by with cars full of stuff. Then it hit like “Damn, this Christmas celebration thing has begun in earnest”.
My girl was like “Yes o. If you haven’t shopped by now, you are probably late.”

I don’t know if you got the gist. What I had from her mouth was if I haven’t gotten her present by now, I had better do it in a hurry. So secretly, I made up my mind to buy her present on Monday.

Come Monday morning, I ran out of my office after the morning meeting. Got into my car and started driving like James Bond to the jewelry store. I kinda lost concentration for a minute not noticing the ‘poh-poh’ a.k.a ‘five-O’ ahead of me. So when I saw the car, I slammed on the breaks –then there were a few tires screeching behind me.
The car directly behind me pulled up to my side. The driver rolled down her window. This old white lady must have been 80, 90 or something. Nevertheless, she flipped me the burd and said something that sounded like “Fuck You”. I’m like eww grandma, that’s nasty. I blew her a kiss and wished her a happy holiday anyway. Shit was funny because it seemed like “slow motion’ as she flipped me. I wan die for laugh.
So when I got to the jewelry store, there was an oyibo chic behind the counter. I told her my dilemma. In the process of telling her, I caught sight of what I thought was a floatation device planted on her chest with little nipples on them. Mehn I wanted to commit ‘touchery’ but I reminded myself that I was allergic to Oyibo chics. Besides, dqueenb laid a curse on me. She said that if I ever touch an oyibo woman, I will not only break out in hives but I will feel the scorn and wrath of a mad black woman. So this chic gave me what looked like an engagement ring telling me that it would make my girl happy. I dropped it like a hot coal. I then when to another shop to get my girl what I thought will be cool. I’m not telling what it is but I can guarantee you guys that it is naughty as hell.
Aight I’m back to my office now. I’m getting ready to do this interview. After that, I’m heading to the Naija embassy for my visa. Gat my finger crossed. Hope all works out fine.
Fellas, if you’ve gat that special someone to buy something for please don’t stall on it o. Before she’ll secure that downtown area..lol.
Once again, much luv to all of you out there. Happy holidays! My arms are not long enough to hug you all at once. So I’m sending individual kisses and roses to the ladies. Handshakes for the fellas. It’s been real thus far.

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Nigeria’s Impending Doom

I’d like to take a cue from Nneka's article about discussions going on among Nigerian bloggers nowadays. Nigerdude rendered a riveting perspective on Nigeria’s socio-economic quandary, which I though was a wake up call for all Nigerians. Fact is there isn’t a succinct way to put our national issues on one page of internet blog. I strongly believe that we can resolve our issues collectively with unyielding pursuit for a better socio-economic Nigerian society. The bases for such effort should be dependent on the resources and knowledge we have at hand. Let’s not forget the lessons we’ve learned over the years.
Quite frankly, the situation in Nigeria, though often overlooked by those who are in the position to make a difference, is desperate. Our economic and social well being weighs heavily on frail and obsolete system established by the colonialist. While the rest of the world is moving ahead, our issues are compounded by new strife generated as a result of lack of adequate system. Soon enough, the impending catastrophe could render Nigeria into disarray. That, my fellow Nigerians, will be a disappointing loss far beyond our imaginations.
May I interject here that the future of our nation relies on the youth. Mind you, I am not taking a revolutionary undertone; neither I’m I trying to incise a negative notion towards the existing system.
The time has past for all Nigerians to point accusing fingers at one another. I strongly believe that it is time to retrace our steps back to the ideologies held by our founding fathers. Ideologies based on a free society; a society of people with national pride rather than unfounded hunger for personal wealth.
The power within our grasp as Nigerians is communication. When those who can comprehend the grim situation in Nigeria can be informed by those who know, then we can make head way. If we speak long enough , they'd listen. Brecause if we fold our arms and watch agbada costume-wearing leaders fatten their pockets with our money, the poor man will languish in his poverty.
It is not a pretty picture when by the end of 2003 there were over 3.6 million people infected with HIV virus. Although there have been strides made to educate the Nigerian populace about this deadly virus, corruption reared its ugly head again. Now, aid to Nigeria in the fight against the spread of this deadly disease could soon be cut off. This is according to report on Thisday: http://www.thisdayonline.com/nview.php?id=35598
Let’s not mention the education system which is horrible. While one can successfully argue that Nigerians are one of the most academically inclined (at least 74% of Nigerians can read and write), the educational system if found wanting.
Latest report by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations (FAO) indicates that Nigeria had the highest deforestation rate in the world in 2004-2005. http://news.mongabay.com/2005/1115-forests.html. Deforestation is in direct correlation with poverty; a far cry for a nation which is the 7th largest crude oil exporting nation in the world.
My stance is that the youth; the future of Nigeria, must start now to build stronger foundation for challenges ahead. We should attend to the needs of our nation in anyway that we can to help; because in the end, that is our homeland. Deep down inside of us, our hearts are always home.

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If you were the Governator what would you do?

It is 10:05p.m eastern US time. In 1hr and 56 min. Stanley Tookie Williams as we know him will be no more. Not that I’m perturbed for this brova but one just can’t help to listen in to the arguments generated by his plea for clemency after he was scheduled to be executed for the murder of 4 people back in 1979. Today Governor Arnold Schwazneger a.k.a 'Gorvernator' denied Tookie clemency
I must admit, I took another look into my convictions for this fella. To my surprise too, I found myself scratching my head unable to make a firm stance whether this guys should be fried or let to rot in jail for the rest of his life.
I’m not convinced by his sudden repentance in jail and the fame he achieved after being nominated for Nobel Peace Price because he wrote children’s book with anti-gang messages OR because he stop the Crips gang which he started years ago. There’s nothing he could do that would replace the lives he took.
But a life is a life. When is it right to kill someone? Here’s where my dilemma lies I hope to get your opinions about this issue.
My conviction has always been that anyone who is capable of taking the life of another person should fall to the same fate, period. When you look at Tookie’s issue, who is really qualified to execute another person?
I mean, aren’t the laws of this country founded upon moral values which are guided by our religious faith in God? Isn’t this God’s own part of the deal? At the same time, I’m thinking that shit like this is the right thing to do so that ‘would be murders’ will learn what would befall them if they are caught.

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Gettin' 2 Know You

Mehn! I'm working on a tight deadline here. Bola gave me 24 hours to list my weird habits. Thing is I thought about this all night long...briefly disrupted by my ehem-ehem with ma gurl....Shit, I couldn't come up with 5, just 5 weird habits about me which is weird in itself. Ahh, I think I have an idea on what to do. You know Sister Cleo called me collect last night. I guess I better give her a call. She should be able to tell me a thing or two about moa.

This is what she said about me o:

1. That I am allergic to oyibo chics. Each time I indulge in a one night stand thing with an oyibo chic, it turns out to be a stalking affair. Hold on my phone is ringing. Damn its Amber again. This is her 5th call this morning and its just 8am.

2. I always make the mistake of trusting someone before I get to know the real person. Shit I always get disappointed. But come next person, my hands and my heart are wide open to be hurt again.

3. I hardly attend church service but I can quote the scriptures like I wrote it.

4. Oh yeah, I recall Nneka talking about underwear the other day. Me, I no dey wear dem often o. I prefer to go 'free Willie'.

5. I'm a wild one. Never been committed to anyone; wouldn't have imagined being with a girl for more than a few nights but my girl gat me doing tha dishes now and its been 2 years now. Damn I'm sprung and that shit is weird.


Imma tag:
1. ivyprincess_04
2. Obinna
3. IB
4. ADETOKUNBO MARTINS

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The Policeman is always right

Friends, I strongly believe that the police are always right when it comes to brutality of black people. It is us (black folks) who are always wrong. Allow me to borrow 2Pac Shakur’s poem ‘Liberty Needs Glasses’ to make my point. This may appear contradictory at first but I beg you to read the whole thing:

Liberty Needs Glasses by 2Pac Shakur
excuse me but lady liberty needs glasses
and so does mrs justice by her side
both the broads r blind as bats
stumbling thru the system
justice bumbed into mutulu
and trippin on geronimo pratt
but stepped right over oliver
and his crooked partner ronnie
justice stubbed her big toe on mandela
and liberty was misquoted by the indians
slavery was a learning phase
forgotten without a verdict
while justice is on a rampage
4 endangered surviving black males
i mean really if anyone really valued life
and cared about the masses
they'd take em both 2 pen optical and get 2 pair of glasses

You see, the American social strata thrive on a system infested with people of different race, background and creed. In the end, we have a horde of ideas, and purported egos smack in the middle of justice’s cranium. People on power trip adorned in uniforms assert their own form of justice. One different from the one proscribed by law. Justice is carved out from blind sentiments and preconceived notions.
This is my story: Late in August 2000, I was on my way to Atlanta Georgia from Jacksonville Florida to visit my younger brother after a six-month long military deployment which took me to three continents. At last I was home and I looked forward to seeing my brother. I haven’t seen him since out mother succumbed to breast cancer just 2 days after my birthday.
Soon after I crossed the state boundary into Savannah Georgia, I caught sight of a police car behind me...and then a second appeared not too far behind the first one... and then a third appeared. I pulled over and three cops rushed over to my vehicle pointing their guns at me while they commanded me to keep my hands in their sight.

Cop #1 (gun pointing at me and the safety button off.): “Slowly step out of your vehicle with your hands above your head!”

Me (hands shaky, eyes in bewilderment): I did as I was told.
As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was pulled by shoulders, slammed against my car and he began to frisk me.

Cop#1 (Cop #2 had his gun pointed at me while Cop #3 searched my vehicle): "What’s your name?" "I SAID, WHAT's UR NAME?" he emphasised

Me: Igo W-wordu.

Cop#1: where are you from?

Me: You mean where I’m coming from sir or where I’m from?

Cop#1: Where are you from? You’re not from around here are you?

Me: I’m fr.. ( Cop #2 waved for him to come over to his side of my car where. I was ordered to stay put an not make a move. Cop #2 whispered something to him and the both looked at me briefly).

Cop#1: Let me see your ID card sir. (He ordered as he approached me again).

I handed him my ID card.

Cop#1: So you are in the military?

Me: Yes.

Cop#1: Well you can go now. The reason why we pulled you over is that there was an armed robbery at a gas station 2-miles behind and the description fits you. The only difference is that the suspect is about 40 years old.

At the time, I was 21 years old!
I guess the police officer who search my vehicle saw my white Navy uniform in the back seat.
Thining about that insident now, I often wondered why we are so different in the eyes of our fellow black brothers yet the policeman never seems to see those differences.I often wondered why black folks can’t stick together. I mean we find every little excuse be it skin tone, the shape of our heads or lips to create differences amongst ourselves. We call our brothers “Akata” – son of a slave. Brovas over here call us monkey, laugh at our accent and ridicule our lifestyle.
Although the brutality mate out to black people can be wrong, so-so wrong but the policeman is always right for one thing - in his eyes we are all black people. An important fact which we ignore as we ridicule ourselves in the face or adversery.
We are all BLACKS. Not Africans or African-American; not 20 or 40 year old African American male. We are all blacks to be subjected to their form of justice. AND THEY ARE DAMN RIGHT. We are Black people.
See, until we begin on the path of self realization, we may never attain self respect and dignity that all men of all color deserve. Come when Lady liberty and her sister Justice do get their prescription glasses, it will be the same of the old shit.

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27

I’m 27 18 seems like yesterday and 27 seemed like eternity Yesterday seems like yesterday when we used to dance to ‘O-P-P’ and style our haircuts like Bobby brown.
18 was when Toni Braxton wanted to 'Breath again' and Shabba Ranks was the 'Champion lover'.

18 seems like its just gone by a second ago when we starched our school uniforms and wore our long white socks up to our dry ashy knees
only to be soiled again
when the bus conductor beckons- “Aba road! You dey go?”
Breakfast used to be round bread and a cup of Bonvita. Lunch was moin-moin and chin chin washed down with 3 Naira pepsi

Our lips were chaffed from cruel hammattan weather.
Our school was in class rooms with broken windows yet wholesome enough to contain our enduring hopes for the future.

Hmm…18 seems like yesterday when ‘Arizona Classic jean’ was the latest fashion and Rendezvous or Mr. Biggs was our favorite spot.

18 seemed like yesterday when we were ‘JAMB bites’ hoping to get into ‘UNI’ 18 was our present day and 27 was our hope-future seemily far far away.

Now that I’m here, what’s next? Maybe 62

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4-1-9 – There're logs in your eyes too!

So I swindled you for your little money
How different I’m I from you?
You fox, you!
Clad in designers suite
hiding in your phony shadow
when the real you is just like me.
Your oil pipes like giant leeches
suck my land to barren.
You bait my leaders with tantalizing gifts just so you can
point your aim at my natural environment.
Sewage and crude oil waste fill what used to be pure water spring.
My nostrils are clogged with plums from oil wells.
My lungs deplete with toxic gases.
Joel and Amanda are dead from taking your drugs
so is Olu and Akwugo
You kill your own children and everyone you can lay your bitter twisted lies on
for the love of money.
But you hide behind the laws you bought with your money
Just so you can code me a 4-1-9.
Tell me-just tell me
How different I’m I from you?

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What is OBJ’s stance on this Wahala?

My country people, I hear sey Obansanjo dey vex for British authorities for the security laps that lead to governor Alamieyeseigha’s escape. Okay tell me if I’m wrong o. Isn’t it what my mother would call ‘pot calling kettle black’? As if we have better system in naija.
Whether this is a PR move or a political platitude for him to stand on in his quest for a third term, I’m sure every reasonable Nigerians will be watching closely to see how this guy will handle this issue.
As for me, I’m not inclined to expect much from a guy who has tried relentlessly to skew the country’s constitution just so he can stay another term in office –who knows if it will even end there.
Haven’t we had enough of the crap the government is putting Nigerians through? My friend told me the other day:
“ol boy, wetin concern you concern naija problem sef? You u don raise your right hand swear to serve and defend another man country. U have nothing to worry about”.

True, I was born in the US and I proudly serve in the US Navy but will you blame a man for being concerned? I bet there are Nigerians everywhere who share my sentiment. I mean why I shouldn’t express my concern about the maltreatment of Nigerians going through Airport security in foreign countries? Abi I shouldn’t be concerned about the plight of those young Nigerians who aren’t as fortunate as we are to possess ‘kpale’ or to live in a country where the system actually works.
I guess I shouldn’t expect much from a man who under his regime, 419 has gone sky high and the society has deteriorated into a mob-like society. I don’t blame him anyway because Nigerians allow intellectual lightweights to run the darn country because they have access to wealth they have stolen from the national pot. After all, Alamieyeseigha got home to a heroic welcome.
My response to my friend is that I don’t think it is reasonable for Nigerians to watch a country abound with resources deteriorate into Gotham city.
This is my message to OBJ. Don’t bother about the British security system, worry about the naija man who let the governor into the country. Don’t worry about his impeachment. Investigate the darn thing; follow the money trail and bring those phony governors disguised to hide their true intentions to justice.
Sir with all due respect, I want to turn your attention to the educational system at least. Nigerians everywhere are made to attend college all over again because our educational standard is not sufficient enough. Use our oil money to give hope to the future generation and not allow their future be stolen right before their youthful eyes.
Unite Nigeria! This is your chance to establish a lawful society where they system will give back to the people whom dues are meant to be given. Of course achieving a decent society in Nigeria is a long short but sir, your 2 cents will go along way to set the course to a better country. Our international rep don suffer well well.
Even man pikin no fit get play with these chicks out here because dem know sey we be naija.

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Bayelsa Personals

Name:Mr, Dr. Mrs(whatever) Deprieye Alamieyeseigha

Gender: Male or Female (whichever one I feel like today)

Location: Amasoma, Yenegoa, London or in Germany getting a belly tuck.

Occupation: Hobbies: Embezzlement, money-laundering, lying and cheating

Description:
I am an unimpressionable human being with total lack of concern for the common people through whose mandate I have the privilege to travel to Germany in order to have my tummy tucked.

Pardon my lack of administrative skills but I can assure you that I am well versed in abject incompetence. I must assure you that I have a tendency of breaking the hearts of millions of teachers, laborers, social workers and civil servants heart by stashing their hard-earned salaries in foreign accounts. I take unreasonable vacations at their expense. As for my children, I dare not send them to educational any institution in Nigeria where I have the power to effect changes to enhance the educational standard. I proudly own real estate property in A-List neighborhoods in the United States of America even though I can hardly provide adequate housing for millions of Bayelsans whom I was ‘elected’ to serve – well, lets just believe I was elected into that position; shall we?

Although I preside over a state whose land flows with crude oil that nourish the economy of Africa’s most populous nation, I can hardly provide good road network to parade my luxurious fleet of cars.

Ooops! Lest I forget. I am extremely confused about my gender. It’s a dilemma in which I have come up with a brilliant idea to resolve. I cross-dress sometimes. In other words, I’m a master of disguise. If you don’t believe me, ask the incompetent British security whom I hoodwinked.

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Love and infatuation are the same in the beginning

Tell me. Don’t they all feel the same in the beginning? I’m talking about love and infatuation.
You meet a total stranger for the first time and your heart skips a beat- Infatuation. Nothing could go wrong until the day after your first love making. Then you notice the scare on that person’s face which has been there all the while. He’s too short or she’s too skinny for me…and then heart break follows.
Infatuation is a precursor to love. So why is my friend Chioma telling me that she’ll know her true love when meets him? Her true love may as well end the day after.

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Blind Spot

The morning after. Just the way I had dreamt of it - The sun piercing through the huge kitchen window into my bowl of cereal on the round kitchen table. A smile darted across my lips and quickly fades away. I could smell her scent all over me -her love making. I couldn't pull myself together to read the magazine on the table. I was lost in thought. Still, I was stranded in the memories of last night with her, Yvonne.
She once told me that she walked out of a relationship because the man she once loved had an affair with another woman-but here we were; secret lovers. The fucked-up shit about this situation is that Yvonne is my wife's best friend and I, her boyfriend's best friend. Come Saturday, I would be his best man when he'll be joined in holy matrimony with Yvonne, and I will to toast to them. I'll wish the newly weds a happy married life... Taboo! Across the room she laid fast asleep between the sheets. Her long hair spread across the white velvet sheets. She’s a striking angle. Yvonne is a decent woman but she too had fallen prey to love or infatuation. She’s cheated on her man., my beat friend. I could hardly look at her as she snored faintly. Last night, she was alone in her apartment. Her fiancee was outta town to visit his sick nephew for the weekend. She needed my help to pick out a surprise wedding present for her fiancée. The door was unlocked when I arrived at her apartment. I walked into the living room. She was in the other room.
“Yvonne!” I called out
“ I’m here. You should lock your door you know. There are crazy guys out there. Someone could easily walk in and hurt you.
She laughed.
“I knew you’d be here soon and I was in the shower. I’ll be out soon.” She responded.
“Okay”
I took a seat on her sofa. Soon she emerged from her bedroom in revealing lingerie. She let the lingerie slid down her silky bronze skin revealing her striking silhouette as she stood in front of the lamp in the living room. I must confess. I couldn't stop her as she placed a subtle kiss upon my lips. She knew! She noticed the way I've looked at her lustfully. That moment I realized my discrete stare hadn’t gone unnoticed. She too felt my secret desire to have her. I became a thief that instant –a helpless and shameless thief. I was lost in my fantasy. Lost in some kind of feeling, love or infatuation. I stole my best friend’s heart. I too kissed Yvonne passionately.
Yvonne and I made love as though it was our first sexual experience. We kissed every inch of each other's body; moaned and confessed our secret desires to each other. At that moment, I knew that would be the first of many times we'll sleep with each other- shameless!
I have to call my wife now. I kissed Yvonne gently on her chicks. Got on my cell to call my wife. I wanted to tell her that business meeting I attended last night went very well. I told my wife that I would be in a business meeting in a town 20 miles from here. I lied to her that I would spend the night. I had planned to spend the night with my DL girlfriend, Janet but Yvonne called.
I was wanted to tell my wife how much I missed her and “daddy” will be home soon. The phone rang several times, a man answered my phone. It was Kelvin, my best friend. The man whom I was gonna be his best man. The man I slept with his fiancée last night. DAMN!

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Pardon me while I laugh!

It's just one of those days when time moves agonizingly slow. So I decided to use a few minutes to holler at my peeps out there.
Perhaps I'm just a sucker for the truth or I'm just being plain retarded but I think I should get this thing of my chest for real. To my fellow Naija people who care to stop by and read blab, I hope to hear your opinion about this one. I feel I should take care of a little splurge from my archive of Nigerian issues. I feel compelled to revisit this issue before I let it fade into memory's vault to be forgotten forever.
Okay let me stop with the preamble blah blah before I bore you out. Let's just take a few steps back down memory lane. I'm talking about a short walk back to October 2003. To the point where a poll survey conducted by some British scientists indicated that the happiest people on earth live in Nigeria (did you feel the sharp pain in your stomach too?). Boy did that hurt!
For what seemed like an eternity after I read the newspaper, I cringed in what seemed like a mixture anger and surprise, and then I felt my mouth move. I uttered a few questions. Which Nigeria? On what planet?
I had visited my optometrist a few days before. I had a perfect vision so my sight couldn't have been an issue here. Maybe I had the newspaper upside down. Alas, I'm not being delusional.
Quickly, being a CNN junkie that I am, I hurried to my basement and tuned my TV to CNN. News of such magnitude should make the headline news for sure. For the first time that night, I was right. There it was:
"ACCORDING TO POLLS TAKEN BY BRITISH SCIENTIST, THE HAPPIEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD LIVE IN NIGERIA"- CNN news anchor.
The irony of this joke played out on screen like a tragic-comedy movie. Visuals which accompanied the news showed what seemed like black folks in long queues in gas stations in a country which is the seventh largest crude oil producing nation in the world. Women who labored to balance heavy loads on their heads while they secured their infants firmly on their backs with sweat socked wrapper. What I saw in this video clip was poverty stricken neighborhoods, shanty homes spread across the land. Far across the horizon you could see a few sky scrappers overlooking poor shanty towns. I guess that's where the fortunate ones dwell. Perhaps, that's the side of town where the polls where conducted. I refused to believe that these eyes, these eyes of young men and women which wondered in bewilderment, prying curiously into the future in hopeless anticipation are truly happy.
Forgive me if I'm being a little pessimistic here but I beg to defer. I don't expect everyone out there to buy into my opinion on this issue but dare to challenge their conclusion. This can hardly qualify for a joke. Of course they were Nigerians, my girl friend included, who believe that life's happiness cannot be bought with money. True, absolutely true! Happiness is priceless but in the Nigerian context it is worth 150 billion dollars foreign debt. Billions of dollars in foreign banks owned by public administrators and high ranking government officials while banks back home can hardly operate. Need I delve into the Nigerian education system where young men and women, though full of potentials languish at the mercy of administrators who'll rather send their children to foreign schools while they pay their tuition with money meant to run schools in Nigeria.
Okay! okay let me not blow my top here. Let's address this happiness thing critically: One dollar equals one hundred and forty naira.
419 is on the rise not because Nigerians are lazy or too darn greedy. Nope, there aren't decent opportunities to go around.

The presence of AIDS in Nigeria is met with defiant curiosity and lack of government funding.

Lack of infrastructure.

Public schools languish under the dominance of more and well-organized private schools. Where does that leave the poor ones who cannot afford expensive private school education?

Income per capita is one of the lowest in the world. (Gush! here I go again, money isn't everything. Pardon me.)

Road and communication systems are poor.

Ethnic war over oil pipelines

Election fraud

We could spend whole day talking about issues that all amount to a huge disappointment rather than happiness. Nigeria is a country blessed with human and natural resources. Why even buy into a stupid research by desperate scientists who want to make the front covers of newspapers in their developed countries while the true picture of the situation in Nigeria lay unattended. Although this survey may not be an issue, I believe that every reasonable Nigerian would agree that there are lots of issue that need to be resolved in that country. Issues which cannot by any means, shape or form resemble happiness.

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Let us all savor God's presence in African soccer

Is this God's miracle or what? I mean, we should have seen the writing on the wall long before the hand of God struck. For sometime, I thought African soccer was doomed under the perils of European soccer. When it seemed that we'll never get beyond the mercy of wealthy European clubs whisking our soccer talents away from us, God showed up. A continent once plagued with poor administrative management and lack of facilities, now has an incline of what progress means. Indeed there is a wave of change across the land.
Though, avid soccer fans, especially Nigerian and Cameroonian fans may frown for not reaching the next Fifa world cup finals in Germany. I must dare to express my joy in the fact that the heavyweights will for once seat back at home while tiny freshmen like Angola and Togo bear the African flag in the world cup (mind you, I'm a very strong Nigerian fan).
I have no doubt that the next African cup of nations will indeed be one to remember throughout history because for whatever reason, the likes of Nigeria anCameroon suddenly have something to play for.
Now, soccer authorities in those countries are making promises here and there in a last minute ditch to save their faces for their corrupt ways and lack of proper administration. I think it's too little too late. The message is loud and clear. There aren't any little boys in the game anymore. Political influence in the game of soccer will always yield bad results.
Let us all savor the moment of change in African soccer. The landscape has changed forever. Mighty Nigeria and Cameroon will always be kept on their toes from now on. Those players should know that when you are called up for national duty, politics, and your personal pride should take backseat because millions of people depend on them the moment they wear that jersey. They have to assert the same amount of enthusiasm as they do when they play for their European Lords. They should never forget that the support of the millions back home helped them to get to wherever they are in their careers. Go Africa!

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