Tuesday, December 15, 2009

BUDGET 2010, REPS. tell us how they intend to spend OUR MONEY.

BUDGET 2010, REPS. tell us how they intend to spend OUR MONEY.

After flexing muscles with the upper house over where the 2010 budget should be and not be read, reps. finally have got time to face more important business. The matter however is pending in court. Absolutely, due process has to be followed, even in trying to choose a location for reading the budget. Many say it’s a conventional matter, not a constitutional one but, this is the era of transparency and due process right? So even if it takes 5months to choose a location, let it. I agree. (Clears throat).Yes, more important business, I mentioned earlier. Like how exactly next year’s allocation be determined, and shared. Now, why does this give me so much joy? Attention to details. Even the minutest issue has been addressed.

News reaching us makes us understand that in drawing up this budget, attention was paid to details. No, I don’t mean every pressing need of core sectors of our economy, and country. Neither do I mean that Federal Govt. had taken into consideration the children on the streets, the education sector; unity schools brouhaha, salaries of teachers, nationwide renovation on schools, massive purchase of laboratory equipments needed in secondary schools and our ailing universities, an upgrade of our hospitals, or the elusive megawatts of power...sounds like too many details already? I told you.

I am talking about details of the expenses our honorables will expend in the course of carrying out the arduous, but patriotic task of serving our fatherland. Such as; 22billion naira being allocated to travels, international and local. But you know in order to function effectively like other countries in the world; our reps. have to travel extensively to garner knowledge, exposure and experience firsthand how these things are done. Their style of approach should conform to international standards. Do we blame them? No, these are the demands of the office they occupy. Jet- lag, and all, you can not help but pity them.

15.8billion naira, on sitting allowances. You know they have to sit while they crack their brains over the myriad issues suffocating and disturbing the polity. It’s no easy job. Did I hear you say ‘try standing?’Haba, how can you be so mean? Do you think it’s easy to sit hours on end, trying to figure how to move a country like Nigeria forward? Nigeria has toxic issues .If it were America or one of these advanced countries, it would have been easier. You won’t dissipate so much energy. All that sitting…ah, even the dozing and snoring carried out during the sitting is constitutional because, you know, body no be firewood.

So you can not actually blame that 287.5million naira is to be spent on maintenance of furniture. Remember, all-that-sitting? Plus, a whole National assembly of the Federal Republic of Nigeria…state of the art furniture jare. After all, what is worth doing at all is worth doing well. The order that was made and delivered last year, yes o, those chairs and other furniture that are yet to be utilized and are still piled up as a result of lack of space to mount them, can not be used anymore. Ever heard of depreciation? Besides, those chairs were far from comfy.

In order to meet with the burgeoning demand of Information Technology and fill the gap Nigeria has created, being a laggard in integrating with this evolving world called the global village, our reps. have decided to lead by example.952.7million naira is to be spent on purchase of computer materials. While maintenance of these sophisticated materials would need 360million naira After spending so much to buy them, we can not afford to let them go bad now, can we? We can not overemphasize the volume of work that goes on in the offices of these reps., their aides, and assistants too. They get to write proposals, carry out research, document, and what have you. So they have to be fully equipped to deal with this fast paced and highly engaging duty. Their aides, assistants too have to be carried along. How can you forget so soon, we are in the era of transparency? To add to that, “what is good for the goose…” Not providing these computers, printers, papers, ink, for every office will slow down productivity and there is no telling what that can do to a nation like ours. The Giant of Africa. Let not even go there. Our reps. have taken the bull by the horns. Theirs is not a lost generation. They have to do all to empower themselves as regards IT. During their time, they did not have access to stuff like that. Not these days where the average Nigerian child is IT savvy, schools are well furnished with the latest IT hardware and qualified teachers, not cybercafé attendants, I mean qualified teachers who know their onions. What a lucky generation we are. So let’s give our reps. the opportunity they lost.

I applaud their zeal and eagerness to learn and improve on themselves.355.1million naira on library books and periodicals. In fact the books and periodicals supplied last year must have been so intellectually stimulating and absorbing that they had to carry them to their various houses. This is because you may not find these books in their library, in case you wanted to pay a visit. Being family men and women, striving to maintain balanced lifestyles even with their tough schedule, they try to spend more time at home so rather than expend the money budgeted for the library expansion, they decided to jack at home. Creative solution, innovative thinking and a new world order.

Each committee is entitled to 5million naira to hire consultants and 460million naira in total, to hire consultants. We need a pool of knowledge, the finest brains mankind has to offer, undiluted expertise, because, this vision 2020, we must get there. There is absolutely no way our highly esteemed reps. can know everything. We all have given that title to God alone. Even Obama surrounds himself with a team of seasoned professionals, technocrats of no mean stature. Do you think they get paid in groundnuts? Think again. MDGs, NEEDS, PAP, hmmm, we must finish them. Even if they know next to nothing about the portfolios they occupy, or the committees they head or are members, with the right people, we are on the path to success.

In fact, at times, such teams allow for wonderful discoveries. A case where the special adviser is an in-law, and another is a cousin and another is a wife’s cousin or the consulting firm itself has the rep. as chairman, or director is nothing new. Don’t be myopic. Have an open mind. The koko here is that these people are qualified and are worth their salt. Charity, they say begins at home. What happened to being your brother’s keeper? Let’s not disappoint God.

To show how meticulous my reps. were, they took care of the unforeseen.13.5billion naira to be spent on miscellaneous expenses. You know it’s a strange world and anything can happen. The roof could fall despite renovations, the furniture could still turn out not to be comfy and then new ones might be ordered...you can not, must not play with issues like this. A rep. could have emotional break down and stress related issues and might need a special retreat, any thing. Only God knows, but we must be armed for these miscellaneous happenings and expenses.13.5billion naira is not.too.small. for the unknown.

At least, now we know what some of the monies are doing and to say we are impressed is to say the least. We are overwhelmed and pleased to know that finally, our reps. got it right this time!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

With You…,Love Me for Me

I don’t want to try to be intelligent with you

I don’t want to try to be what you expect of me

I want to be stupid for a moment

I want to be free to be a fool when I’m with you…

* * *

Your expectations tie me up

They steal the liberty I crave

They suppress the freedom I desire

They rob me of what I want with you…

* * *

So don’t love me because you can flaunt me

Don’t love me because I’m intelligent

Don’t love me because of what I say

Don’t love me because of how I say it

Don’t tell me I’m bright, I don’t want to hear it…

Please… Just love me- for me.

NOISE

Inside of me, there is noise

Outside of me, there is noise.

Outside seems greater,

but indeed-inside is greater.

For if noise exists outside,

I can gladly ignore.

But if noise exists inside,

blind ignorance is what I do.

A stupid delusion,

’cause I am not me.

The firmness of my insides

thrives where less the noise.

Noise-Noise-Noise…

Distractions-unnecessary some,

Worries, anxieties, thoughts, thoughts,

Carrying tomorrow’s burden today,

Cares too heavy for shoulders so human,

Attention to details better left unattended.

The basic things go under…

The little-ings come on top…

And before you know it,

You are a floating bubble

As real as fake

As full as empty

As weighty as light

Close your eyes-turn off the light of your soul

Kill your senses-deaden your feelings

Look inside-pretend it’s just you,

Because indeed, you are, just you.

Just one man, in one place,

Doing one thing, at one time.

The firmness of your insides

Thrives where less the noise.

VOICE OF MY HEART

Give me a voice…

Hear me out

I’m crying

Bursting at the seams of my heart.

If you could give me that chance,

Hear the words you’ve lived to hear.

Unforced and real

Deep and truthful

Raw and sincere.

Tenors of empathy they are,

Irresistible chords of confession

Tones so, so clear.

Turn to me…

My eyes hold so much

They lead you to my soul.

Look again…

Can you hear the words?

Quietly beseeching.

Feel the pulse,

Don’t let me slip…

I’m turning away

I’m turning away

‘Cause you just won’t hear…

F.R.E.E.W.I.L.L


What’s the thought?

Say it loud,

That’s if you dare…

Your mind clearly is bought.


What’s the feel?

Let it out cold,

Show that you care…

Your soul surely is the deal.


What are the words?

Spew them out hot,

For all to hear…

Your tongue wholly is your world.


Where are the tears?

Let them flow free,

For all to glare-

Your eyes are yours to bear.


Where is the pain?

Let them show-plain,

So they can fear…

Your love is not theirs, to drain.

NAKED

NAKED

Bare it all

Let me be naked

Naught to hide

All, to be seen.


No shelter

No shield

No pretense

No cover.


From the coated sheen,

To the skin fiber.

No contorted flinches

No conscious efforts.


Like the birds in the air

Wings spread up high,

Hair let down,

Feet in the sand,

Laughter, reverberating.


No thoughts.

No, NO, No thoughts,

Just me…and you,

Just you in my world

And me, in yours.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

DO.TODAY.


Behold the time

Crest the tide

Severe the tie

Check your type

Remove the thorns

Enable your thoughts

War the torts

Grace the tables

Submit the tussle

Kill the tempter

Cool the temper

Be tender.


Stand the test

Quench the thirst

Tape the tongue

Provide the touché

Ignore the touch

Light the torch

Finish the task

Tweak your thinking

Hone your techniques

Quit the theatrics

Understand your territory

Be on top.


Control the torrents

Wet the tissue

Win the trophy

Stop the torture

Fight the threats

Love your tresses

Do no trespass

Avoid trouble

Discover your treasure

Stand tall

Love this-day

LIVE today.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Grey gracefully-yeah right!Age elegantly-kó si árugbò nì London, abì you never hear?There was a time I was always the youngest in every gathering I found myself. I felt precocious. Then there was a time I was with the right clique. Amongst my mates. I felt comfortable. Now life seems like a “been there-almost done that” kind of life. “Oh, I use to do that in my time. I wanted to be a singer but….I thought I’d be a columnist but…I have those skills and I almost…but…”


miley cyrus, disney star.popularly known as hannah montana...has she really got the best of both worlds..?

Okay, enough of the pity party. No more. No more Miley Cyrus,or Taylor Swift, or Beyoncé or Tara or Chude Jideonwon. No more


Louise Priddy or Tosyn Bucknor. No more Chimamanda. No more all these people doing things you wish you could. Things you wish you did when you had the passion, things you wish you had been more persistent with, to get there.

No more being reminded of how much power youth gives. How fresh blood invigorates your thinking, compelling you to fly, to be,to jump, to just- do it.One more year reminds you of that ticking clock, reminds you of that idea that never jumped out of your books, of the exodus mission of the eggs from your ovaries. Reminds you of that wrinkle that found a comfortable spot on your forehead and your once upon a time little nephew that looks not so little anymore-his voice is breaking into a baritone. Your little cousin, see, she’s already growing breasts!

aiight, this is an aside.my li'l cousin is in looove with Nick, of the Jonas bros.Nick is far left....now, do you blame her,cos i absolutely do not!why dont they come my age...makes me think of how stella got her groove back.Naw, i cant even try it.Wanna say "na naija we dey..." but Grace Egbagbe, Lola Omotayo(psquare),Mrs.Art Alade , Soul E baba...na naija we dey sha.(clears throat)

You imagine fears that, years before, you wouldn’t consider. Fears that may never materialize. How your legs feel heavier and your brain duller. How your one time “I can face anybody” mind hesitates when it’s time to present your proposal. Seriously, you look at a kid with nostalgia and say, “I use to do that in my time”. Don’t know what I was doing but I found myself watching Robin Hood. Not the Kevin Costner version. Our original Robin. Thanks to NTA 10##%*!!I sat there and I could not move. It was like I was back in the house where I grew up, sitting on the brown rug, my head tilted up-backwards, wide eyed, open mouthed cross legged, arms lying loosely on my legs, enthralled, intrigued, by Robin Hood! Gawd, I felt the decades of my existence. Doctor who? Rentaghost? Superted & Spotty, voltron- defender of the universe….now you get my drift.

fake,fake Robin,Wey our own Robin , ehn? Couldn't even get the picture.

Doctor who? Rentaghost? Superted &

Spotty, voltron-defender of the universe….now you get my drift.

na wa,na Votron be dis..."get ready to form the blazing sword..."

fake doctor who...fakist!

behold the original(@ least, for my generation. top right)...remember him,His assured self, with the muffler.Oh, yes the muffler.

Was it not last week I was in SOTLC in fediben singing “we are

the soldiers…’or was it last two weeks I was in blue check,fetching water from six taps with that big heavy iron bucket my mum bought for me because she felt it will last longer until the bruises on my legs made her change her mind . Or staying awake all night, forming jacking, with fancy rechargeable lamps, trying to understand if Mr. Ababio was really sane or senile. (Apologies. Mr.Ameh was my chemistry teacher. Understand the frustration. )

greatest uniben students....?!

Time seems to blend. Sprucing up to jack in basement, Uniben, Who was I deceiving? Or catching the chill of my life on the verandah of faculty of pharmacy because the class was too full and I had to jack for my papers the next day. Only in my heart did I know that it wasn’t that pharmacy was the most comfortable place to stuff the jargon in my textbooks into my brains but for the cute looking boys in the class…ah, I read for longer on the verandah and tookprocold the next day!

That was like, yesterday? The hustle & bustle, heaven-must-kiss-earth techniques to make sure, that 2/1 does not elude you. Yeah, we all calculated GP even in our sleep.

" ...under d sun &in d rain..."sokpa continues!

Ajuwaya, the dream job, career, aspirations, masters, money, marriage, meltdown, breakups, shakeups, downsize, rightsize, relationships…does it stop? Can we pause? Okay, can we at least go-slow, like, take it easy, breathe in-breathe out? Well, like they say, “The day we stop, we die.”

But who’s talking about death anyway…it’s my birthday, remember? Happy me birthday!


Chimamanda, Chimamanda éwooo…Adichie!”

Alright, I give it to her. I hand it to Chimamanda. She is so real. Absorbing. Her simplicity comes across as vines reaching out of the book wrapping you and sucking you in. Okay, busted. That was a cheesy attempt to sound like her. I couldn’t pull it off. I ask myself, do I have to write a book punctuated with how‘…the frangipani trees planted next to the walls already filled the yard with its sickly-sweet scent of their flowers…” or how “a row of purple bougainvillea, cut smooth and straight as a buffet table…” before I am considered for a literary award? For starters, I don’t even know what frangipani or bougainvillea mean. Do I have to be so… “Abstract” sounds condescending, so I’d skip it. But maybe that’s where the “art” comes in. Literature, as an art. But believe me; I prefer the “wassup dia?” kindda writing. What did you say? Slap-dash piece of writing? Thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment! Bad bellé.


you get brain no mean say u no sexy...denying our femininity, is crushing our liberty.Celebrate yourself women.We deserve it.

It’s yo


“To serve our fatherland…”

Seriously, you should consider deeply when you are “called upon” or “invited” to take up any government appointment. Leaving that your well- paying job, in whatever part of the world where you were taking it easy and making cool money jèjè, to come serve your fatherland is turning into not- such- a- good- idea.

Okay, let’s try and forget Mikel Obi and Obafemi Martins for a while shall we? The former, because of a sore-throat said he couldn’t play for the Super eagles. You guessed right, Nigerians nearly ate him raw. The latter might be more patriotic though, now that his club has been relegated, but I digress.


Tom Isegohi should have smelled the coffee when Nicholas Okoye and Bernard Longe dropped Transcorp as a scalding iron. Same way Nasir El Rufai and Nuhu Ribadu should have seen the writing on the wall when Okonjo Iweala resigned and Oby Ezekwelisi dumped the Education Ministry and took up the World Bank offer.

My Gawd! Except you be professional politician, these government appointments, today you are oga signing papers and making speeches; tomorrow, you are in the back of a black maria and in the dock being questioned for offences, real and contrived.

Gerald Ilukwe, far left

Gerald Ilukwe left his job as head Microsoft, West Africa, to take up the mantle at Galaxy Backbone. I pray they don’t frustrate the young man. Ndi Okereke Onyuike was also invited from the New York Stock exchange to head the Nigeria Stock exchange. These are just a few of the brain- drain reversal efforts made by the previous administration.

chief olabode george(deputy chairman, PDP southwest)

While I am not against occupants of such offices being made accountable for their decisions and responsibilities, it’s really disheartening when one watches these professionals and technocrats, without political backbones turned into a public spectacle in whatever charade lady justicia decides whereas the real criminals busy themselves, commiting worse crimes and chanting “Justice! Justice!” Shame indeed.

SLUMDOG MILLIONNAIRE…way not to go.

where on earth did they get this keke maruwa?

Finally, Latika and Salim have roofs over their heads. But abeg, Indians fell my hand. Did it have to take so long before the mayor could take the initiative? We were tired of seeing small Salim’s confused face on CNN, standing in front of rusty corrugated iron sheets, lying in a heap behind him-remains of his father’s house. Then we were greeted with the police’ brutality towards small latika’s dad when he protested against the demolishing of his house by the government. These kids were truly homeless for weeks.

don't u just looooove dis boy...?fantastic!

"its a shy one...and since when was there a limit on a crap?"

It is cases like this that make me proud of being a Nigerian. Yes, we have a tendency to over do things some times, if not most, but showing appreciation …deserved and undeserved, is our forte. I can imagine Slumdog Mumbai being Ajegunle and our own Isiakas and Morufs were starred. Then the Oscars came home. It’s not hard to imagine what would follow. Eaglets and the Late Yemi Tella’ episode sets a precedent.

Governors falling over themselves to host the kids, huge sums of cash being donated by individuals, corporate bodies and government officials. Scholarship awards, brand, spanking, new houses, at least in Govt. estates. Those kids and their families will never live normal lives anymore. Trust us for naija; they can even give chieftaincy titles…gulp! Alright, I have made my point.



APY BAIDAY 2 mee…

APY BAIDAY 2 mee…

I know it’s my birthday and I am supposed to be all soppy wiv luv and serenaded by all the attention. I mean, what other time of the year do you get to wear the near-celebrity status. You know how you convince yourself that ‘wÒ, I am special.” That you are top item on every body’s memory list, yeah right. Even when we know most of the calls and texts are obligatory and routine but at least, they remembered, abì? You keep your phone to yourself as much as possible. Don’t wanna miss those calls. Every sound, sounds like your ringtone and you hurry to the phone, only to find out it was a radio jingle …alright, excitement, and paranoia, whatever. It’s my birthday and I am supposed to be all of that

but want to really know what’s on my mind, at least some of it? Here we go.

AND THE MAN DIED…YIPEEE!!!

Omar Bongo dies at 73 in a Spanish clinic. This is coming after ruling Gabon for over 4 decades. The longest serving African ruler. Heard this guy had over 33 houses in France alone, higher than any French aristocrat…What is it with us blacks and this craze, obsession with immortality.

small men ...massive egos, abi?

Check out psalms 49:11 and you’ll get the picture. Now his son wants to takeover à la togo.4 crissakes, is it a family business? It’s not even a freaking monarchy.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

CAMERA INDUCED...YAKKING

Alright, so I am a critic of people who come in front of cameras to literally fool themselves. I don’t mean those people who play unsolicited waka pass roles in our typical nollywood videos. I mean, they just stand and stare, distorting the scene. Directors and producers must have given up on trying getting them away from the background. They shoot videos these days, hoping the audience will ignore them and focus on the major actors. Of course I also do not mean news correspondents, pushing cameras in faces of bus conductors or market women (that will be the other way round, right?).
These ones, who probably, see this as a rare opportunity for their faces to be plastered across screens, will joyfully volunteer to yak. Excessively. To be fair though, sometimes, they make sense… near-coherent statements.
No, these ones are totally forgivable. I am talking about those you see in the cinemas, malls, events, shows, and then this well dressed guy or couple of ladies gleefully embrace the camera (this is my time to shine) and when asked a question, end up thoroughly yakking, you begin to ask if they understood the question asked at all.
My favourite of all are red carpet moments. Don’t get me wrong, the carpet could be any colour; green, yellow, even indigo. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, so far I get the juicy part; who is wearing what, who said what, who came in with whom, and the whole works. For those of us who are too busy (you believe me), and constantly miss events ’cos we are working (indeed), and making money(coughing and looking sideways), these events coverage really help us , especially when friends begin to gist about what went down at the show, we don’t just blend with the gist, we speak authoritatively on the issue!
Back to the yakking spree. While some guests are extremely witty, borne out of natural intelligence or experience with cameras, others just take the cake for speaking out of line. At times, it’s a case of “Christ, did she just say ‘is’ instead of ‘was’?” and “oh, she said it again”, (and then with serious beef) “upon all the platform heels and eye shadow…hee hee.”
I have tremendously simmered down with my criticism. I am not exactly proud of what led to this but guys, I had a rare red carpet moment(or was it wine?), with a camera shoved in my face(Seriously ,they came to me , not the other way round), and I was, wait for this, stuttering! Alright, it wasn’t that bad, I stuttered just a little, just a teeny weeny bit (ah, my rep kè?). But then, the thought of my siblings and friends going, “what the heck was she saying…she was rambling…hee hee?” sounds totally uncool. Talk about having a taste of your pudding!

never say die...naija spirit

I could swear I had seen these guys before. The wide eyes, anxious movements, suspicious looks, sweaty bodies .Like they were looking for something. It looked all too familiar, like a severe case of déjà vu. It was like …wait a second, I know them. These were my coursemates back at school .But it wasn’t the faces that was nagging at me, it was their composure or lack of it .We were minutes away from writing an online job test and somehow they had managed to find themselves at the same venue.
Let’s go back in time, shall we? We are in the university, same guys, same attitude, and same shifty look. In a few minutes, we were going to be writing an exam and these guys were searching for a point of convergence to form Voltron, defender of the universe. Remember Voltron and how all the lions come together to form the undefeatable Voltron? These guys are lions. I meant that metaphorically.(No shaggy mare. Walking on fours? Come on.) As in the cartoon, Voltron always defeated the enemy; these guys defeated whatever exam there was. Combined-efforts extraordinaire. But that is not the point. The point is that old habits die hard and for the average Nigerian student, in no truer sense does this apply.
But who am I to complain. I discovered that we all bore that syndrome. I happened to be called for a job interview. I rehearsed all possible questions but took for granted the details of company activities, corporate culture, and all the jargon one is compelled to learn when called for an interview. During the interview, it seemed like the only thing the interviewers couldn’t get enough of. I mumbled away some vague answers, hoping to make some sense. I left, knowing I had bungled the entire process but surprise, surprise; I was called for the next stage, another interview. Not ready to be caught unawares a second time, I decided to carry out a thorough research on the company. I hit the net and downloaded the necessary info.
The next day, feeling confident and a foot taller than every other person, like I had an expo they didn’t have, I walked into the waiting area. As I settled into my seat with that “hey, I know something you don’t” smile, and “I did something you didn’t” look, I could see that other interviewees had sheets of papers in their hands. They were reading, muttering, reciting, and asking questions. Typical of the last revision before exam, at school. Christ! Nigerians. “Hustlers.” I muttered under my breath.
Alright, so you think I was selfish to have assumed I would be the only one who would bother to go research on the company? Did I actually think that people were that dumb? Who no want better thing? As I sat pondering, “so where the heck is my competitive edge?” a girl just hurried in and sat beside me. “Gosh, am I late? What time are you scheduled for?” She asked. “9 am” I replied. “And you still haven’t gone in, it’s past 10am” she said. “Well, they may be taking their time.” I shrugged in response .Smiling with relief she said “That’s good then. They’ll have to finish those for 9am before they’ll get to me.” As I looked questioningly at her, she turned and in a conspiratorial tone added “I really need to jack this thing again.” My eyes widened as she brought out what seemed to be a stack of papers from her bag. She had literally downloaded, and printed the whole site. Even things I hadn’t bothered to check. “Hustlers, them all,” I rolled my eyes in exasperation. And then, as an afterthought, I turned to her. Flashing a smile that could make Robert Mugabe give up the presidency, I asked “Dearie, please, can I take a look at some of those materials?”
“Hustlers, us all.”

FRIENDS!FRIENDS? FRIENDS??! FACEBOOK.

Really, am like the only one who has a network of friends below the number, 200 on Facebook. Even Funmi, whom I introduced to Facebook, is racing towards over 400 friends which more than doubles mine. Some people actually have up to a 1000.Pray, how do you communicate with these people cos really, even if you had to spend half a day on Facebook, you couldn’t get to a quarter of a 1000.Or could you?
The argument of a friend that, apart from getting to hook up with your friends and maintaining that steady stream of info , Facebook provides you with a data base of people connected to you on several levels(from close friends , to no-where- near-close friends), so you could easily check on them, sounds logical , but I am still a bit sceptical.
I mean do you actually confirm every Tope, Dike and Hassan that sends you a friend request? Ahh, I bet you do. Notes like “I just saw your pix men, I love what I saw and I think we’ll be very good friends…bla.bla.bla” hardly pass as motivation to click “confirm”. Initially, for me t’was just real friends, and then, I’d check if we had any mutual friends and who these mutual friends were before I confirmed. Then much later, the criteria was if I liked your profile picture and you looked like a potentially interesting person. (How I knew? You guessed right. I didn’t.)But when it seemed like I was the least sociable person, thanks to my ever stagnant network of friends, I confirmed virtually every body!
Now, I check my friends and see dozens of names I have no idea who, what, where…
Some try to get friendly and chatty. It flows sometimes. Other times, it’s just not “werking”. The one that could be annoying is when you have someone literally bugging you.
A friend of mine is a case study. She had this guy stalking her, you might say. He’ll poke her, send speed date posts, invite her to all sorts of applications, post tons of comments on her status and every picture, and write on her wall. I mean this person was actually in every nook and cranny of her profile. At first, she ignored this “stranger” (Remember, she confirmed him) and then later, she decided to respond. Just a few comments, here and there. She never checked his profile. After it seemed like it was finally “werking”, she decided to check his profile. The otondo had his date of birth, year inclusive, on his profile and my very good friend who was almost, if not already, lovey- dopey realised he was like, 8 years younger than she was. Alright, so you thinking, “So what?” Abeg, my friend is sooo due for marriage and an “about-to enter-school” boy certainly aint it.
Truth be told, how many of us can boast of having a maximum of, say, 10 “strangers” on our network? So these people are just names and pictures, occupying our space and having access to our profile and pictures. Talk about giving yourself high visibility and accessibility.
I am not even going to dwell on the security implication of this. I am just cool with the fact that once you get uncomfortable with a friend, you are free to kick him out of your network. As for the race to winning the “Facebook member with the highest number of friends” title, guys, I think I will take a rain check!

"EARLY TO BED...REALLY"

My head hurts.
My stomach churns.
My eyes are heavy. Seriously.
I have dozens of stuff to do today. Not that I didn’t know that yesterday when I refused to part with the TV remote. Infact, I sat, bum glued to my seat, eyes never leaving the screen. Only when I had to use the bathroom, or needed to munch on something.
Just one more hour I kept telling myself. One more hour, before I go to bed. And then, it was morning already.
It is not going to be the first. I doubt t’will be the last either. Intentionally staying up late. Even with a potentially hectic day ahead.
As I sit on my bed, head in my hands, and bags under my eyes, I try to consider my itinerary for the day. Making a mental “things to do today” list.
Meeting up with my schedule seems near-impossible.
Ah, my head hurts.
My temples throb.
Even my throat is sore.
I will never make it through today. A half of me prods me to get up. The other half bids me to sleep on. “Just a little more and you’ll be fine.” the voice says.
I embrace the latter. No guilt, no grudges, no form of repentance, no promises to be better. “Early to bed, early to rise…”Did I really recite that poem in nursery?