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TO MY ROSE (A POEM)

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For long I searched endlessly

For years I peregrinated for a love so scarce

For you I had waited in great anticipation

For a love so true my heart yearned so desperately

 

Then in horizon you materialised

The blossoming beauty your being oozed

Touched my heart in profound desperation

The budding love I hitherto kept within

To maturity my love germinated for you

 

Your presence brought a great relief

Your love unchained my heart in chains.

Years of endless sojourning in search for love

Your love finally terminated.

 

For you I will trudge the world

For you I will give my world

For you I will forsake the world

For your love is pure and true.

© Femi Olabisi (February 2012)

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Posted by on Jun 28, 2012 in Poetry

 

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Overlord of the Federal Republic – I don’t give a damn!

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The Overlord eyed the contingent with a look of disdain. They called themselves The Justice League, and were representatives of The People’s Parliament. They had come to serve him a warning. “Pursue justice and eschew evil; or else, the League will be forced to move against you.”

He laughed. This beggarly bunch? Made up of five men and one woman? Move against him? Did they know who he was? He rose from his throne like chair at the apex of the room and made a pronouncement, “I am the Overlord of the Federal Republic. If you think you can bamboozle me, you are sorely mistaken. I will deal ruthlessly with you, because I don’t give a damn!”

The delegation from the Justice League were taken aback. Had the Overlord taken leave of his senses? Didn’t he realize that The People’s Parliament was the highest civil authority in the land? Overlords will come…

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Posted by on Jun 28, 2012 in Comic

 

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Posted by on Jun 28, 2012 in True Life

 

PRESIDENTIAL MEDIA CHAT: PROF. AYITTEH LAMBASTS PRESIDENT JONATHAN

One of the World’s foremost economists, Professor George Ayittey has lashed out at the President of Nigeria, Goodluck Ebele Jonathan (GEJ), describing him as “a joke” and a mediocre President after his (GEJ’s) encounter with the media last night.

According to Professor Ayittey, Nigeria “deserves a better leader”, judging by GEJ’s poor, almost unfortunate responses to some of the questions posed to him by the Nigerian media last night.

The Professor indicated that GEJ’s refusal to declare his assets and his failure to tackle the Boko Haram crisis suggest that he is of an unsound mind.

He therefore called on Nigerians to rid themselves of GEJ as soon as possible.  He said: “Nigerians should not put up with such mediocrity and should mount a RECALL GEJ campaign. They should check Chapter VI of their Constitution. See Sections 143 and 144 about removing the President and Vice-President from office other than through elections”.

“137; 1c: “A person shall not be qualified for election to the office of President if under the law in any part of Nigeria, he is adjudged to be a lunatic or otherwise declared to be of unsound mind.”

Professor Ayittey, a Ghanaian economist, author, president of the Free Africa Foundation in Washington DC, professor at American University, and an associate scholar at the Foreign Policy Research Institute, made this known on twitter this morning.

Read the entire tweet below:

“Look, this GEJ guy is a joke – a meretricious mediocrity. Nigerians deserve a better leader. Fancy his statements and responses to questions in a media chat on June 24, 2012:

• He has not visited Borno state, the center of Boko Haram attacks, because the airport there was not functional at the time he planned to visit. “And we did not want to land somewhere and fly in to Maiduguri with a helicopter for obvious reasons.”

[Why is the airport not functioning? Why hasn’t it been fixed? And are there no ROADS into Borno State?]

• Asked why he had not declared his assets, Mr. Jonathan replied in an impatient tone, stating “I don’t give a damn” about declaration of assets. He related that he had gone to the late President Umaru Yar’Adua to caution “that we should not play to the hands of some people [by openly declaring their assets].” Mr. Jonathan added, “That is a matter of principle and I am not going to declare. It is not the president declaring his asset that will end Boko Haram.”

• The president said it’s a matter of principle and whether he is criticised from “head to toe” he will not declare his assets. “It is not right,” he said. “I didn’t want even want to declare my assets as VP” but was forced by the then president, Umara Musa Yar’Adua. He said asset declaration is “not the right thing to do.”

[Damn it, it is a constitutional requirement to declare your assets, Mr. President. See Chapter VI, Part 1, Section 140 of Nigeria’s Constitution: “Declaration of assets and liabilities, oaths of President.” And what the hell has Boko Haram got to do with declaration of assets?]

• Agriculture: The president said his government is revolutionizing agriculture in Nigeria.”We are giving cotton seeds free in the North” he said.

[This is the most crass definition of an “agricultural revolution” – by providing free seeds.]

• The President said the government is doing very well in railway construction. “You may not know, but we are working,” he said. He added that his government has made a “significant progress” in railway construction. “You should commend us,” he adds.

[What “significant progress” has been made in railway construction? How many Nigerians are working on railway construction with the contract given to Chinese firms?]

• UNILAG name change: The president said what he did, in terms of law, was correct. You change the name first, then send the bill to the National Assembly later, he argues. “What we did, was the normal procedure,” he said.

[No, Mr. Presient, you had it backward. Before you change the name of University of Lagos (UNILAG), you consult with the university and the student body, which you did NOT do.]

• Crude Oil Theft: “The stealing of crude oil is a Nigerian phenomenon,” the president said. He adds that it has gone cancerous. “We will stop it, but it is like allowing a cancerous cell to grow into a major tumor.”

[Mr. President, theft of crude oil is a CRIME, not a “Nigerian phenomenon or a disease afflicting Nigerians. Describing it that way means you are CLUELESS about how to solve it.]

Nigerians should not put up with such mediocrity and should mount a RECALL GEJ campaign.
They should check Chapter VI of their Constitution. See Sections 143 and 144 about removing the President and Vice-President from office other than through elections.

137; 1c: “A person shall not be qualified for election to the office of President if under the law in any part of Nigeria, he is adjudged to be a lunatic or otherwise declared to be of unsound mind.” Link: http://bit.ly/MSxUws

Professor Ayittey holds a B.Sc. in Economics from the University of Ghana, Legon, an M.A. from the University of Western Ontario in Canada, and a Ph.D. from the University of Manitoba. He has taught at Wayne State College and Bloomsburg University of Pennsylvania.

He held a National Fellowship at the Hoover Institution in 1988-89, and then joined The Heritage Foundation as a Bradley Resident Scholar.

He founded The Free Africa Foundation in 1993, to serve as a catalyst for reform in Africa.
In 2008 Dr. Ayittey was listed by Foreign Policy as one of the “Top 100 Public Intellectuals” who “are shaping the tenor of our time”. He lives in Lorton, Virginia.

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Posted by on Jun 26, 2012 in Thoughts

 

My Short Notes To Obama, Queen Elizabeth And Zuckerberg – By Dickson Kalu

I have been harbouring a number of thoughts in my mind targeted at the actions of the trio of Barack Obama, Queen Elizabeth and Mark Zuckerberg. Being that am a very direct person, I would channel my views directly to whom it may concern.

Let me commence with Obama. I was stupefied, to say the least, when I saw the response you dished out to the reporter that interrupted your speech last Friday. I must say that your attitude could be mistaken for cowardice. How can a mere Website reporter shout you down repeatedly while you were discussing an issue as important as immigration? Such an incident is unthinkable in my country. Imagine my President giving a speech. I know he doesn’t do that often, but didn’t you see the word ‘imagine’?

As a Nigerian, let me give you scenarios that made me fault you. First, that reporter shouldn’t have made it to the gathering because he works with a news agency based online only. Those folks always cause trouble sitting behind a computer. For you to be really recognised, you have to work with an organisation that belongs to an agency like Newspapers Proprietors of Nigeria et. al.

Secondly, the reporter addressed you as just ‘Mr President’ and you didn’t consider that wrong in protocol. In my part of the world, you don’t refer to a President like that. ‘His Excellency, Dr Goodluck Ebele Jonathan (GCFR)’ is just simple way we address the President of a country, twice the size of Texas, at most. What happened to your Law J.D from Harvard University? What about the ‘Senator’ tag you earned from your years at Capitol hill? Wouldn’t His Excellency, Senator (Barrister) Barack Obama sound
fabulous? And that precludes the Doctorate degrees you should have bagged from those Universities seeking to curry your favour.

Thirdly , you addressed the reporter as ‘Sir’ while you courteously responded to his snide disruption. Before you begin to lecture me that ‘Sir’ is simply the polite form of address to a man, I would remind you that the English Language isn’t exactly correct. For instance, a girl that is your friend ought to be called your girlfriend, but that is not the case. You have seen my point?  You are the most powerful man on Earth thus shouldn’t be throwing that appellation anyhow to people. The reverse should be the case.

My next port of call would be the great Queen of England, Elizabeth.

In preparation to your Diamond Jubilee, you announced two guidelines: the use of public funds should be minimised and people shouldn’t be forced to celebrate.

Well, I must understand your concerns given the numerous public criticism you have received in recent times. Besides, you have celebrated a good number of anniversaries. Anyway, I must commend the Diamond Jubilee Committee for putting up a spectacle with the £4Million or so budget. But I am particularly not happy with your loyalists.

I perused various UK papers viz. The Observer, Guardian, The Sun, Mirror, Daily Mail, Telegaraph et. al with the hope of seeing copious advertisements heralding your landmark anniversary.

My Queen, you need to see my face. It was aghast. I couldn’t fathom why the Knights, Earls, Dukes, Viscounts didn’t show their public display of loyalty. Should I talk about members of Parliament and Government contractors that have enjoyed your goodwill? Over here, that is how we measure loyalty.

The size of the page (full, half, quarter), colour (multi, single or black & white), postion in the paper (front,centre spread, back) goes a long way to show how loyal one is because of the cost involved. Politicians look forward to momentous events to gauge the loyalty of their acolytes.

That was why I expected things like ” FELICITATIONS!!! We, the members of ………, wish to felicitate with the great Queen of England on this auspicious occasion of her Diamond Jubilee. We pray God to grant thee strength to lead for another 60 years. Long Live the Queen! Long Live the United Kingdom!”

Your Majesty, you must know better than me on the concept on loyalty; after all, you have been on that throne for 60 years and no Charles, Will and Harry can do anything about it.

My last bust stop would be the 28 year-old Facebook CEO, Mark Zuckerberg, who got married last month.

How can you be worth $17.5Billion and get married with just 100 guests present? Mark, with over 15 million friends on facebook, why didn’t you invite people to come and rejoice with you and chop your money small nah?

I heard you got married in your backyard. That means you didn’t pay a dime to rent a venue. I refuse to believe there aren’t good places in California to accomodate you.

In Lagos, Nigeria, we have the expansive and expensive Expo Hall of Eko Hotel and Suites. You can’t tell me California doesn’t have a place more comfy than that. You just didn’t want your peeps to come around. I don’t even want to talk about your bride’s dress. Mai Atafo would have willingly made a better outfit sans it being expensive. The rings weren’t bad, but Chris Aire would have supplied much better.

The presence of Rock musician Billie Joe Armstrong was the only highlight, in my opinion. I even learnt the food came from two budget-friendly restaurant. In order words, it came cheap. No Aso ebi sef!!!

You might be ranked higher than Dangote and Adenuga in the Billionaires club, but be it known to you that the daughter of the latter had a classy wedding that’s miles ahead of yours. I wish you a happy married albeit I will add this: next time, do things like a BIG  BOY.

 

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Posted by on Jun 21, 2012 in Thoughts

 

MOTHER AFRICA (A POEM)

Overnight,

My soul went into a dialogue;

Traversing

In a rememoration

And foraging,

In yesteryears – dissecting

What had, what is, what may

Totalising

The continual presage

And hallowed decay

Of this dark sun – this Africa

 

Hers was a hidden haven

Unadulterated, unblemished; untainted….

This was my being, my land – dear Africa

Till preyed upon

By black Vultures,

Pillared by white Hounds

Who rode her into abyssed depth,

Into a precipice of imbalance

 

Sagged is that once sumptuous breast

Milked by twinned evil

Summated,

In the devilish colo-neocolonialism.

And her milked rind

Is not even spared

By risible glitterati –

Pseudo-angelic sons and daughters.

            Who will bail her?

            From prebendal nouveau riches

            Who now saunter

            In their ill-gotten wealth

 

 ©Femi Olabisi (December 2006)

 

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Posted by on Jun 20, 2012 in Poetry

 

WE ARE NOT FOOLED BY YOUR TEARS, MR. PRESIDENT

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Sunday June 3, 2012 stated just like any other day for millions of Nigerians.  Each region was expected to witness the usual – bomb blasts in the North, kidnappings in the East, and less horrendous hazards in the South; robbery, hooliganism, the usual political bickering, among others.  Of the litany of woes that have been the lot of Nigeria in the recent past, the South seems to be better off.

Common to all regions of the country is institutionalized looting and we are use to it.  Everybody knows this.  We live with it and nothing seems to be strange about it.

But, that day was to be different.  President Jonathan was to add more his basketful of maladministration.  And the country was to be once again subjected to agonies necessitated by assemblage of insatiably corrupt, kleptoparasitic and inefficient officials.

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Posted by on Jun 19, 2012 in Thoughts

 

NIGERIA: FAROUK LAWAN, IS IT BUSINESS AS USUAL?

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By Akeremale Temitope and Rosanwo Babatunde

The last has not been heard of the aftermath of the #occupyNigeria protests which created a paradigm shift in the Nigerian polity. It is no longer news that Nigerians hit the street January 2012 to demand from the government, accountability and transparency in the way the finances of the nation was being handled. Little did the government know that Nigerians would fight back after it announced the pump price increase on January 1, even when Nigerians hit the streets; it was expected to last for 2 days but went  well beyond 2 days and for the first time in recent years; Nigerians were united again, asking for good governance and dividends of democracy.

The lower chamber of the national assembly set up an ad hoc committee headed by Hon. Farouk Lawan, for weeks we were treated to live mini-series of how every tom, dick…

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Posted by on Jun 19, 2012 in Thoughts

 

Aristo Chronicles – Susie.

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Once upon a time in Unilag. 

Monday.  12/7/2010.  5:00 pm.

The Pastor’s voice boomed through the screen of the HP tablet. “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence …”

Of things not seen. I completed in my mind. This was the man I was scheduled to meet. The high net worth client Speedy had managed to arrange for me – my first six figure ‘Aristocrat’.

The other girls in my dorm room at Moremi hall were a bunch of nerds – Engineering students who spent most of their time solving equations or talking about equations. As far as I knew, the only thing they did for leisure was gossip about me behind my back.

(Yawns) … I no get their time!

If not for the Dean that messed up, I was supposed to have a whole room to myself. After settling the Idiot in kind, all I got was a…

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Aristo Chronicles – Lola.

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Speedy handed over the envelope and issued a stern warning. “Lola, don’t spend more than an hour. Alhaji refused to pay the premium for your services, so he doesn’t deserve to have you for an entire night.”

I nodded and opened the envelop. Twenty thousand naira cash. Not much! But enough to tide me over till the next big pay day. I placed the money in my purse and got into the car. Speedy lifted a hand to wave goodbye as I put the vehicle in gear.

“Don’t forget to call me when you’re done,” he said as a parting shot. I promised that I would and pulled out of the Amina Hall car park. My car was a sleek Toyota Camry, the most expensive gift I received on my birthday. It was given to me by Jeffrey, the man I liked to call ‘the love of my life.’ Jeffrey…

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The Gospel According To ‘Saint’ Farouk by Ogunyemi Bukola

1)  And it came to pass after these things, on the first day of the first month of the twelfth year after the second millennium, that king Jona son of Bele announced to the people saying; there is no money left in the royal treasury, and the future of the kingdom is in great danger.

2) Therefore, a measure of oil shall no longer sell for three scores of silver and seven, but shall now be seven scores of silver and one. But the people grumbled aloud, and said unto another, what shall it profit our king to gain all these oil money and lose his throne?

3) For it is appointed unto him to reign but once, and after this prison, for many are the atrocities which he has committed.

4)  So they said unto the king, eat thou thy food in peace in the palace, and surround thou thyself with thine women, only touch not our oil price and do thy people no harm.

5) But the king would not listen, and said unto himself, I know my people, they shall only grumble for a while and soon they shall forget.

6) But the people would not forget, for the burden was too much for them to bear, and they said; now unto him that is able to increase the price of oil exceeding abundantly above all that his people can bear or think, according to the greed which worketh in him;

7) Unto him be curses in the streets by the masses throughout all ages, protests without end.

 So they took to the streets and gave the land no peace, and there was no going out or coming in throughout the kingdom for two weeks, and the king feared greatly and said to himself, surely these people shall overturn me if I answer them not.

9) So he called the head of the labourers unto the palace, and gave him bags of gold, that they might turn off the wrath of the people against the king.

10) So the king assembled the people and said unto them; a measure of oil shall no longer be seven scores of silver and one, but shall now be four scores of silver, one dozen and one, to this your leaders have agreed. Praise me now therefore for I am a benevolent king.

11) And after all these, the Loudspeaker of the House of People said, let us inquire into the king’s claim that there be no money in the royal treasury. So they appointed Farcrook, son of Lawal.

12) And said unto him, gather ye now all the oil sellers, that we may know who stole from the kingdom. This did him with diligence, and came back with his report saying

13) Thieves abound in the land, and so have the oil sellers stole from the people, and gave them not oil, this they did with the help of Aliyaro the king’s mistress; and the amount he mentioned was unheard of in the land.

14) When the people heard this, they were dismayed, and sorrow gripped their hearts.

15) But the oil sellers went in unto the king in his chamber, and said; rememberest thou O king that the what we stole did we made available to thy campaign, and by thus did we make you king.

16) If thou deliver us unto the people that they may punish us, we will hold not our tongue to tell the people that thou art one of us.

17) And they said unto him, how else shall we destroy the message if not to destroy the messenger? Let us therefore implicate Farcrook the son of Lawal in this matter.

18) So they sent a certain rich man from the West by the name Otedollar, and he took Farcrook into his house and gave him some money, that he may alter the report which he had set before the people.

19) And it was that Otedollar went before an assembly of the people and said unto them, trust ye this man who said we stole from the treasury? Surely he is one of us, for he came unto me in the middle of the night, and he left with his pockets full of money.

20) And the people where amazed, and their hearts bled, for Farcrook was a man in whom they had to their trust.

21) So Farcrook arose, and said; Otedollar is my briber, I did not request. He maketh me to sit down in his Maitama house; he leadeth me beside the chilled champagne.

22) He exploited me greed; he leadeth me in the paths of marked dollars for subsidy’s sake.

23) Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of EFCC, I will fear no arrest: for bribes are with me; my loots and my kickbacks they comfort me.

24) Thou preparest the dollars before me, in the presence of the SSS: thou anointest my mouth with wine; my pocket runneth over.

25) Surely the shame and reproach shall follow me all the days of my life, but I will dwell in the house of PDP forever and ever.

26) And the people wept, but there was no one to console them.

 

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Posted by on Jun 14, 2012 in Comic

 

Dilemma Of A Race (A POEM)

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Posted by on Jun 12, 2012 in Poetry

 

DILEMMA OF A RACE (A POEM)

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Hitherto melodious were the songs

Euphorical dances greeted the many mornings

When the dews of European brigandage

Vaporised,

Engendering new dawns of hope.

 

Electrifying ecstasy ushered in

Avalanches of independences

Extinguishing decades of colonial servitude.

The choruses were unanimous

The refrains sarcastic:

Africa for Africans (good riddance to colonial rubbish)

 

Alas!

The effervescent avant-gardism

Soon succumbed to rebounding implosions:

Militocratic gluttocracy; democratic corruptocracy;

Lawless mobocracy; fractrcidal genocide…

Tear the continent into shards.

 

Cacophonous hues and cries substituted

The melodious tintinnabulations.

The labours of independences

The epidural pains of avowed freedom

Stayed indefinitely decades after.

 

Where is the independence?

Where is the freedom?

Will Africa ever know peace?

All seemed to have cascaded into nothingness.

 

Femi Olabisi (February 2008)

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Posted by on Jun 12, 2012 in Poetry

 

WE ARE NOT FOOLED BY YOUR TEARS, MR. PRESIDENT

Sunday June 3, 2012 stated just like any other day for millions of Nigerians.  Each region was expected to witness the usual – bomb blasts in the North, kidnappings in the East, and less horrendous hazards in the South; robbery, hooliganism, the usual political bickering, among others.  Of the litany of woes that have been the lot of Nigeria in the recent past, the South seems to be better off.

Common to all regions of the country is institutionalized looting and we are use to it.  Everybody knows this.  We live with it and nothing seems to be strange about it.

But, that day was to be different.  President Jonathan was to add more his basketful of maladministration.  And the country was to be once again subjected to agonies necessitated by assemblage of insatiably corrupt, kleptoparasitic and inefficient officials.

When the news of a cargo plane owned by Allied Air, a Nigeria-based firm, crash-landed in Accra Ghana with JUST 10 deaths, Nigerians were not that concerned.  That number was far below what the dreaded Boko Haram, accidents occasioned by bad roads and armed robbery kills daily.  And when the news of the suicide bomber that targeted Living Faith Church in Tundun Yelwa Bauchi filtered in with JUST 12 deaths, nobody bothered.  It was a usual thing. 

But, a more colossal tragedy was to come.  A combination of systemic and official corruption, incompetence, bad leadership and a total disregard for human lives were to unite Nigerians in sorrow.  It was a BLACK SUNDAY!

It was no longer news that a Lagos bound Dana Airline crashed into a residential area of Iju-Ishaga in Lagos, that the ill-fated Abuja-Lagos aircraft was just a stone throw to the airport, that the 153 people on board did not have a chance and that deaths were also recorded on ground.  Incidents before and after precipitated this treatise.

Screaming news headlines reported that the pilot of the plane relayed a ‘MAY-DAY’ message to the airport when it was in some 11 nautical miles to the Lagos airport.  May-Day is the aviation language that signifies danger, emergency, request for assistance, etc.  That plane crashed at 4 nautical to the airport.

In saner climes where human lives are sacred, where corruption doesn’t dictate, where competency determines employment, where mediocrity is not celebrated and where accountability is the norm the airport emergency services would have been activated with rescue helicopters tailing that plane with fire trucks deployed to the route of the plane.  But no, the authority yet again exhibited its registered incompetence.

It was equally baffling that emergency services failed to show up immediately the plane crashed.  They were to come when the plane had exploded.  There were sure to be survivors on that plane.  But they were left to be burnt beyond recognition.

Expectedly, Mr. President visited the scene of the carnage on Monday and shed some crocodile tears.  What we need is not your tears, sir.  The death of these Nigerians will be in vain if those responsible – directly or indirectly – for these preventable deaths are not apprehended and prosecuted.

We are familiar with committees and panels of investigations and their usual white papers.  They have never been of good to us.  Your tears will only be meaningful if decisive actions are taken and those responsible brought to book.

What we need now is the sack of corrupt officials that allowed a defective plane to fly; that failed to deploy emergency rescue teams when the pilot made MAY DAY call; that exercised unprofessional conduct by not getting to the scene of the crash until about thirty minutes when the plane had exploded.  Whereas the crash site is just a stone throw to the airport. 

Sir, we also noted that no Nigerian TV station provided live feed of the crash site and rescue done by Nigerians who thronged the scene.  The national TV, NTA, was busy as if nothing happened.  We felt bad that it was foreign media that informed us of such an incident in our country.  It is a shame.  We believe this must be because of uncivilized ‘DO-NOT-BROADCAST’ directive from the National Broadcasting Commission (NBC).  Such a retrogressive law must be expunged.  It is anti-people and a gag on freedom of information.

Sir, may be you don’t know that nothing works in this country; that we are referred to as ‘’generator generation’’ because electricity is non-existent, that our roads are death traps, that potable water is only for those with the means to have private water bore-holes, that libraries in our schools are stocked with antiquated books, that we are all afraid because of lack of security, that….

Our litany of woes is endless because we are in a quagmire occasioned by leadership tragedy.  It is time to show us action; to redeem this nation from the precipice of imbalance. 

Your tears cannot atone for the sins of the Aviation Minister Mrs. Stella Oduah-Ogiemwonyi and the Director-General of the Nigerian Civil Aviation Authority (NCAA) Dr. Harold Demuren who preside over a decay industry that caused the deaths of these hapless souls.  Revocation of operational license of Dana Airline is also not the solution; you have just sent more Nigerians into the labour market.

We are not fooled by your tears, Mr. President.  It is time to act.

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Posted by on Jun 6, 2012 in Thoughts

 
 
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