The world through my distorted lens... a distorted world through my lens.

Rain, spare my clothes

Mr. Rain or Ms. Rain, you need to stop for a while.

I understand perfectly that this is your season, but please stop the cry.

It is your turn to shine I know that prayer line, but please give the sun some space and time.

It is no big deal just a small tweak in weather and clime.

My washed clothes are many and wet and still on the line.

Making my wardrobe look scanty and dry.

Why don't you join the budget, the Girls and the Moon and go missing for sometime?

Rain: Because Nigerians would just the same, party and dine.

Then fall once a day or two, instead of continuous downpours every time.

I prefer you heavy and short to lengthy and light.

I also prefer you announce your coming with thunder and light.

But not too much of the former for fright.

I don't mean to give you instructions, I just want my clothes to be sultry and dry.


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Happy Fathers day

Fathers are the pillars of our families, and in a broader view, society. As the breadwinners by default, they act as the financier-in-chief of the family. Providing enough funds needed to school the kids, feed, clothe and shelter the family. Notwithstanding the state of the economy. In most cases, he is the first to leave the house for work and the last to come back,  not as a hobby, but a means by which he meets his primary fatherly responsibilities, which is providing the financial needs of the family.

But aside acting as the family's ATM,  fathers have over time, been the chief disciplinarian in most families. They instill morality and improve upon the ethics of the children. They take no bullshit at all. When you give them a bullshit, you get a bull's hit. Yes, they use the cane. But the reason in retrospect is more often than not, justified.

When they err, kids often find a way to hack into the heart of their mothers and go scot-free. But a father's heart is fortified with firewalls, you can't hack into it, play with their emotions and get around a crime unpunished. Even the mothers are well aware of this, sometimes when the child goes "out of gear", they threaten to report that child to the father. "Chiboy, so you don't want to wash your clothes, don't worry  your daddy will soon be back..." After that, as if under spell, Chiboy goes to wash his clothes pronto.

When you walk up to a kid in the street and try to hoodwink him/her into doing something wrong, you feel the father's discipline at play when s/he declines and responds:
"No, my dad will be mad at me"
Or when you ask a kid from the street I grew up in, the response is identical:
"No o, my Papa go shout"

The fear of the Father comes outrightly into play. It has subconsciously installed moral uprightness in the minds of such kid, even when eyes are not watching.

In a family where the father is up to par, a child dares not leave the house without permission and come back late at night. If by chance or maybe by sheer adventure the child leaves the house without permission, and fate hooks up with him in the form of traffic jam or something, and he or she is still late outside, the fear of the father will continue to taunt him or her from wherever, to the door of their apartment.

If you find a wayward kid in the street, look at the society of such kid but before then, look into the family and more specifically, the father.

The father's duty cannot be overemphasized, despite their  being strict and authoritative, they also find a balance by being affectionate and protective. It is not an easy role if you ask me.

Happy father's day to my dad and all the fathers out there.
Dads are amazing.
God bless my dad.

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Here Today Gone Tomorrow

Just this morning, we woke up to the news of the demise of Stephen Okechukwu Keshi. Yes, it happened. Unexpected and shocking as it might be. The nation's cup winner as a player and a coach is no more. He's gone.

Who do we hold accountable?
Is this the pact we signed up with life? Here today and gone tomorrow? Forever?

Incidents like this usually triggers off questions deep inside our minds.
Questions that paralyzes my thought.
Questions about Whys.
Why life?
Why death?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why do people live today and flourish, only to die tomorrow and be forgotten?
Why this? Why that?

Someone said, "people die only after they have fulfilled their destinies, or purposes in life"
I ask, what about the children that die young. They as well have fulfilled their destinies huh?  Or the infants that die few minutes after birth, perhaps their sole purpose or destiny in life was to cry.

Some months back, I lost a friend to a fire incident. This friend of mine (may his soul rest in peace) was a student of Medicine, and was about rounding off before the tragic incident. Was he not supposed to be a "destined" medical doctor, after passing through primary and secondary school, scaling through JAMB and post UTME and making painstaking efforts to meet the requirements in order to remain a student of Medicine?

Sadly, there are no answers to the many questions life throws at us, and for the reverence and fear we have, we cannot question the Almighty. But do we have questions? Yes, we sure do.  Even when we pretend not to, or are afraid to ask, the questions resides deep in our curious minds, and reoccur often only to be silenced.

King Solomon,  the wisest king in the Bible was faced with similar same life questions. Of which he concluded, "life is useless"  and in a different verse he wrote, "Here is what I have found out: the best thing we can do is eat and drink and enjoy what we have worked for during the short life that God has given us; this is our fate."

Indeed, it is truly a short life. No matter how long you live, you would be dead much longer. So, longevity alone doesn't mean we have led a meaningful life. Neither does the wealth we amass nor the accolades we are ascribed. The meaning of life is the meaning we give it. The smiles we put on the faces of each other, the happiness, the contentment, the reason to live through the uncertainties of life and hope.

We are here today, but we won't always be here. Someday we'll go, maybe tomorrow, maybe next. This is not the time when you say "fire" or "I reject it" or "it is not my portion". It is not a wise thing to say, well, neither is asking "unanswerable questions". It is best we do the good we can today, to do it now and every limited time the opportunity arises.

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The disparity between the rich and poor in Akwa ibom

The disparity between the rich and the poor in Akwa ibom.

The beautiful state of Akwa ibom is blessed with a rich  cultural heritage, fantastically peculiar language, diverse delicious delicacies, good road networks with street lights and artefacts that leaves envy etched on the faces of other states. Adorned with a mild weather and fertile land for tiling, sea for fishing and crude oil for export. It is a beautiful land flowing with sea and oil.
Hidden beneath the veil of beauty of the state is an ugliness between  the social classes. A great rift exist between the wealthy and the penniless in the oil rich state of Akwa ibom. Okay, Maybe penniless is too strong an adjective to describe those living below par in the state, it is not as if they are literally without a penny, but it does inject into ones consciousness, the wide margin that exists between the rich and the poor.

Just like most states in the country, the clime of Akwa ibom favours the rich. Equal tax rate is charged on both the rich and the poor, even when the revenue of the poor is nothing to write home about when compared to that of their rich counterparts. No extra tax on properties which are used to show affluence. A man can comfortably own five cars, one for each working day without paying taxes for any parking lot. The electricity billing rate is the same with the poor. No preference what so ever is meted on the low income earners. It is a case of equality as against equity.

But unlike other states in the country like Lagos, Akwa ibom doesn't provide a fair habitat for the coexistence of the rich and the poor. In Lagos for instance, there is a well developed transport scheme. Public transport buses of various sizes are readily plying the road, going to and fro  bus stop to bus stop. Such that, the poor without private cars can get to wherever they want within the state and beyond, at anytime and at a reasonable cost. On the contrary, such is not the case in the oil rich state. In Akwa ibom, the transport system is substandard, you don't get to see buses picking up and dropping passengers at different bus stops. What you get to see are parks where public cars load passengers. The snag with this type of transport scheme is that it is not cost effective. One gets to pay a fixed transport fare for the entire journey regardless of destination, even when one alights on the way, few distance from take off.

Also, one's  economic productivity is hampered by the fact that these public cars in parks are not readily available. A man who works in a bank can barely make it early to work without his private car because, when he comes to the park by 6.00 in the morning, he meets an empty park. When the early bird public car driver shows up by 7.00 or later, he wouldn't leave until the last passenger comes to fill up his car or cab as commonly called. On a mean day, it can take hours for the cab to be full with passengers. This stunts the economic growth of an Akwa-ibomite and is bore only by one side of the populace, the poor, while the rich cruise around in their private cars.

Corp members who by default do not fall into the class of the rich has deviced a means of survival. They cut their transport cost by "son son". "son son" is a lingo used among corp members to label free ride or free lift. In Ibibio, the predominant language in Akwa ibom, "son son" means thank you. When a corp member is given a free lift, s/he says "son son", to show courtesy and appreciation, hence the coinage "son son". So it is common to see corp members standing by the road side, flagging down private cars  going in their direction, in a bid to get "son son" (free lift).

The self esteem of these corp members, who are serving the country and live on a very low federal allowance is not in jeopardy,  there is no shame what so ever in them seeking "son son". The heart break, is seeing mature working class men and women in Akwa ibom, joining  corp members to stand by the roadside under the sun to seek "son son". Not only does it reduce the productivity of these men and women, who waste working time standing by the roadside for close to an hour or more, it tells clearly of the disparity between the rich and the poor. In terms of transportation, the poor who cannot afford private cars are handicapped.

The job opportunities in Akwa ibom are very minimal, it is unlike the south western or south eastern states where companies and factories are scattered  all over, providing job opportunities for both the skilled and unskilled labour, and rich and poor citizens alike. Majority of the minimal jobs available in Akwa ibom are concentrated in Uyo, the capital city. Not everyone can afford to live in Uyo, the house rents are exorbitant, cost of living is up the roof and beyond, favoring a habitat  for the rich. Even the poor who manage to cough out the money for the house rents are living from hand to mouth, without making any savings.

Youths without job are in the majority, they engage in unethical source of livelihood. The men engage in robbery and kidnapping, or just idle, drinking alcohol in local joints and gambling over draft, a local board game. While the men are at it, the women are engrossed in prostitution. Prostitution is so predominant in the state that it ranks tops in the country sex rating. In fact, some people regard the state as the land of sex. Myth has it that the high rate of sex is as a result of  the high rate of dog consumption. That, however is yet to be scientifically justified but technically, it is as a result of unemployment, suffered mostly by the poor in the society. A lot of girls, old and young engage in the act of loose sex, this has resulted in the low price for call girls, compared to other parts of the country, chiefly because the readily supply outweighs the demand.

To fill the void between the rich and the poor, the government needs to step in with a strong foot. There is need to have a dynamic taxing scheme that would be lenient on the low income earners. Furthermore, there is a dire need for youth empowerment. It is not enough for the youths to be educated, they need to be gainfully employed to keep them busy to curb prostitution and other ills. There are a thousand and one jobs that can be created in the state. The transport sector is like a untapped mine, agriculture is another and so is industrialization. The government can do well to provide buses to roam the freeway and offer a much cheaper transport cost compared to the cabs. Loans can be granted to farmers to encourage agriculture, and mechanized agriculture for exports. Industries where local goods can be manufactured and exported is also a possibility, not only would it increase the internal generated revenue and provide non oil source of income, it would as well keep the youths gainfully employed and the gap between the social classes will be hugely reduced.

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Facebook experience.

This is my seventh year on Facebook, and with the years, comes observations, and observations begets experience.

The like feature has been one of the most controversial features of Facebook. It has come with so many misinterpretations.

The Problem:
Girl-A posts a photo of herself and gets only 10 likes. Girl-B posts a photo of herself and gets 120 likes. Worthy of note here is,  Girl-A appears to be more decent in the photo.

Girl-A turns purple face by her low-like count, she begins to think she didn't get as much likes because she's not as hot as Girl-B, or in a case where she's convinced beyond all doubt that she's prettier, she begins to question the loyalty of her friends. 'why did I get only 10 likes?' She soliloquizes.

On the flip side, Girl-B starts to feel on top of the pyramid, she begins to chew the ego that comes with stardom. she even brags to her friends about her like-conquest. 'If I post a photo, I get of over a hundred likes' she brags as if likes can add petroleum subsidy. "who like don epp? "  her shrewd friend counters.

The Discovery:
What they are ignorant of is the size of their friend list. Girl-A has just 90 friends, made up entirely of people she knows, while Girl-B has 4,120 friends on her list, of which she barely knows 100.

The Solution:
Facebook posts should have a like system based on percentage calculation. That is to say, your like status would be based on the percentage of likes you get relative to your audience (friends). Since one friend can only like one post once.

A line of code or two can fix this.

If this is implemented, Girl-A would get 11.1% likes, while Girl-B would get 2.9% likes.
See the difference?
In that case, no one will feel socially irrelevant or an overnight celebrity or harbour delusions of love/hatred.

The benefits:
It would eliminate trivial friends from the list of a Girl-B person. Trivial-friends whom she wouldn't accept but for like-sake, trivial-friends who might even hack into her account and post obscene contents, trivial-friends who only invites her to play candy crush or other annoying apps, trivial-friends who might hack into her account and add all the friends on her list to useless groups, trivial-friends who would generate unnecessary notifications...

Her account will be more secure and her confidentiality increased. The benefits goes on and on.

Thanks for reading.

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