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Politics / Re: Njoku Visits Ow. West, Ohaji/egbema, Ehime Mbano, Obowo … Canvases For Votes by Bluemetal: 7:02am On Sep 09, 2014
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Family / Re: Who Comes For "Omugo" First? The Husband Or Wife's Mum? by Bluemetal: 6:58am On Sep 09, 2014
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Literature / Re: Baldhead (A Short Story) by Bluemetal: 6:44am On Sep 09, 2014
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Abosi31: It is a long walk from our house to the market, where Mama sells cigarettes and kai kai in small glass cups to old men she would smile in front of, but curse them once they left her stall; but it is a longer walk to our football field near the abandoned primary school: yet we preferred that journey.

Our field would easily pass for a mini-soccer pitch with space for our cheering girlfriends to stand on while we play to impress them, but the circular shape it has makes it look like a baseball court. It is rectangular in shape, but vegetation drew an arc along the rectangular edges, carefully avoiding the interior of the square. I always imagine God holding the little compass from my Maths-set and carefully making an arc inside the square, being encouraged by my Mathematics teacher, Sir Abdul; who would not shout into His ears in correction, because God was bigger than him. The final product of this work will be our football field, our Baldhead: because from afar it looked like the heads of those old men Mama laughs at when they left.


Today as we drag our feet to her stall, me and Bobby, we discuss about the game we would play later in the evening: last Friday evening we were in the same team and had won only one of our numerous matches we wagered on. It was Izu that caused most of the goals that sacked our team, and he kept shouting at us all because he was the biggest boy in Baldhead and no one could stand up to him even if we were all losing money.

“If Izu tries rubbish today again, I will fight him”, I say, bending down to pick a brown piece of paper from the sand.
Bobby laughs mirthlessly. He is used to me saying this, even in the house, when we eat garri from stainless plates. Then he would laugh until Mama, from the kitchen, would yell at him to shut up or go to the closest Prayer House for deliverance.

I take a glance at him, my handsome younger brother, fair-skinned and without blemish but for a scar that ran from his temple into his hair; a reminder of the accident he had when he fell from the bed as a baby. He had laid there; Mama would tell us, without making a single sound until she walked into the parlor from the bathroom and rushed to pick him up, blood rushing from his forehead, before he blurted out an ear shattering cry. I was vindicated not because I was three at the time, but because I was at school, probably peeing in my shorts for the third time in two hours.

“If you can talk to Izu”, Bobby replies, “I will give you the meat in my soup this night”. It is a challenge; he does not say it with the cunning smile as he would when he challenges me to talk to a new girl in school. Then he adds: “Me, I’m tired of his behavior, abi na him own bad pass?

I had cut the paper along its edges and folded it into a thin spaghetti-like cigarette and now I clean the inside of my ears with its pointed end, stiffing my neck each time the tickling sensation got too severe. The road is calm today; Kano is always calm on Friday afternoons after school, maybe because the majority Muslims are in the big mosque on their knees facing Mecca, their foreheads on the dusty ground.

“Well get my meat ready” I reply, my neck stiffing. “Because I will show Izu that he is as much a stranger in this land as I am.”

Bobby sighs. He is thinking what I am thinking. It was true. We were all strangers in Kano. It was just that there were several unnecessary categorizations: here, Hausas were the ‘major’ majority, Ibos were the ‘minor’ majority, Yorubas were the ‘minor’ minority, and everyone else was in the ‘major’ minority class. Mama had lived with Our Father in Benin until three months before they had Bobby when he said he was travelling to Cotonou but never returned. Rumours flew that he had left for Europe with an Onyibo woman old enough to be his mother whom he met in Lagos. Mama left Benin two years after for Kano, when the jeering from her family members who had warned her about our Father became unbearable. So she brought me and Bobby up telling us about him, but stating firmly each time that we were Benin people, and not Ibo like our coward father.



We are almost at the market and naked children of beggars run up and down the street; indifferent to the plight of their parents who sit and sprawl on the road, waiting for generous gifts from worshippers from the nearby mosques. I wonder if they too would not go in to pray for their benefactors, or even for their healing as most of them were either blind or cripple. My ears tingle excessively and I enjoy the sensation.


Mama is not in her stall when we arrive. I greet her neighbor, Aunty Aremu, asking after her and she tells me Mama had gone to collect her money from a debtor customer who would not pay. I and Bobby share a knowing look. Mama had gone to fight, again.

She always gave out her wares on credit to her customers but would not hesitate to disgrace them if they took too much time to pay. The last time I had come to her stall to meet her hands on a man’s threadbare T-shirt demanding for her money else he would pay it to the nurses who will wake him up from the coma she will put him in. All her explanations to passers-by who tried to pacify her started with “See me, see trouble o! I try to help these good-for-nothing men when they come to my little stall for one shot, and now they cannot pay me, is it good like that?” The passersby will ask her how much the money was and then reprimand Mama for taking a little amount too seriously. I imagine Mama tying her head tie firmly around her waist as she stomped away to look for this unfortunate debtor, who could not settle a cheap bill.

Abeg”, Bobby implore Aunty Aremu. “Do you know exactly where she is? Who did she go to meet”?

“I’m not sure, sha, but I know she went to the timber area”.


Mama had not always been this aggressive. Maybe it is frustration or just anger at our squalor that transformed her into such a Shylock. She even stopped lending salt and pepper to neighbours and told them she had also run out of stuck. One day she just walked into the house from the bedroom and snapped about how Bobby ate noisily like a barbarian, almost slapping him but for my intervention. I was forced to whisper, in-between titters, that maybe she had started taking the kai kai she sells.

We hear Mama’s loud voice at a small shop near the sawdust dump. When I see her, her right hand is gripped on a sickly man’s belt around his waist and he stands there, helplessly. His friends are seated on a wooden bench few meters away probably enjoying the show. The victim today is Old Soldier.

Old Soldier told all who cared to listen that he fought on the side of the Federal Army during the Biafran War; and that he was a commander in charge of fifty men. It was, of course, a big lie. He looked just fifty years old even if he was only in his early thirties. And now as Mama’s shakes him violently with a firm grip on his waist, I cannot help but imagine his long arms loading a rifle and giving orders to fifty men.

“Look Woman”, he said, he was obviously drunk because his speech drawled and his feet were unsteady “You are holding a Civil War Vet. I am not sure you even know what that means – civil war!” He laughs raucously, the kind of laugh the evil bosses would have in American movies before they kill some helpless man because he cannot tell them where the protagonist is.

Mama shakes him again, this time with both hands. She obviously has not noticed me and Bobby: if she had she will raise her voice – sort of asking us to join in the harassment.
Bobby greets her first and she turns, eyes glowing like coal. “You won’t help me get my money eh? Is it when he falls and dies that you will come?”

The market is getting crowded again as the Friday prayers have finished and some people stop to watch the drama for a while before going their way. I am getting very embarrassed and the laughter from the men on the benches is louder now, as loud as Mama’s voice.

I walk to Mama and grab her arm: “Let’s go, Ma. Please let’s go home”. She looks at me as if I was the crazy one, and I smell alcohol as she exhales deeply while Bobby gently removes her hands from Old Soldier’s loins. She crashes into my arms and I see a tear trickle down as we walk away, Bobby behind, saying sorry to Old Soldier. Bobby hurries to Mama’s stall to lock up, while I take her home.


No one went to Baldhead.


That night, she catches a fever and as I serve her dinner in her bed, she sobs uncontrollably, wiping her nose with the back of her palms. Then just before she sleeps, she tells me: “You see, the last time I went to the main market, I saw your father. At first I did not believe it was him, he was in the backseat of the new jeep whose driver wanted to buy my chewing sticks. He called me and when I saw it was him, I ran away. I couldn’t believe he is still alive. My mother’s spirit should have struck him dead.”


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Romance / Re: Is My Girlfriend The Hottest Girl In Nigeria? Pics by Bluemetal: 6:43am On Sep 09, 2014
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Nairaland / General / Re: Nairalander's - Nigerian Tag :) by Bluemetal: 6:39am On Sep 09, 2014
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Teespice: 1. Nneamaka

2. Yeah, maryland precisely.

3. Blood for tears

4. Ori mi wu- lami ft ice prince

5. Abacha, nkwobi with a glass of mmanya ocha

6. Been in nigeria all my life

7. Proudly igbo

8. ilu bu mmanu e ji eri okwu(proverbs are the palm oil used in eating words)

9. The fact that natural disasters hardly occur compared to other countries.

10. Corruption.

11. Nene, nne oo

12. The fact that I am very tolerant makes me different.

13. I do. Fluently even.

14. Nope. I find myself biting my tongue each time I try.

15. The mortar and pestle.

16. None.
Nairaland / General / Re: Nairalander's - Nigerian Tag :) by Bluemetal: 6:38am On Sep 09, 2014
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Romance / Re: Edited by Bluemetal: 6:36am On Sep 09, 2014
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Romance / Re: Is A Man Worth Marrying If He Is Too Shy Even To Propose? by Bluemetal: 6:34am On Sep 09, 2014
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Romance / Re: Best Way To Propose: by Bluemetal: 6:34am On Sep 09, 2014
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Romance / Re: Stopping Your Man From Cheating by Bluemetal: 6:33am On Sep 09, 2014
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blv me with those qualities i wouldn't need to cheat on my wife cos its going to be hard to when we are that close in almost every way...i know i'll wear the shoes just fine when i get there...but for now am still free to have all the fun while i can.
Romance / Re: Delta Igbo Guys! by Bluemetal: 6:31am On Sep 09, 2014
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Romance / Re: Happy Birthday To Adaobi123! by Bluemetal: 6:21am On Sep 09, 2014
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Romance / Re: Happy Birthday To Adaobi123! by Bluemetal: 6:17am On Sep 09, 2014
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Family / Re: Making Love & Raising A Family by Bluemetal: 6:05am On Sep 09, 2014
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Family / Re: Making Love & Raising A Family by Bluemetal: 6:03am On Sep 09, 2014
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Politics / Re: They Are Still Good Areas In Abia by Bluemetal: 5:59am On Sep 09, 2014
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Politics / Re: They Are Still Good Areas In Abia by Bluemetal: 5:42am On Sep 09, 2014
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Guy you dey mind all these computer politicians in Nigeria. Abia State can hold its own among the 10 best developing states in Nigeria. Do you know we have stinking places in Lagos, Abuja, Akwa Ibom etc. That one decided to post pictures of beautiful does not mean there are no ugly places and vise versa. This the problem with Nigeria. We love promoting our ugliness rather than our beauty. We love what America say of us than what we say of ourselves.

Taking about BH, we love all the bad news than any good news we can hear. This kind of lifestyle is retrogressive rather than progressive.

The Op did not even post enough pictures. If I was still in the east, even the Aba they are making noise about have beautiful places. That you live in a slum in Aba does not mean everyone lives in a slum.

We must try to support the government in moving the Nation forward rather than backward. I have come to discover that our ignorance is largely due to lack of understanding in the area the government is heading. When T. A. Orji wanted to move the Umuahia market we fought against it with all we had, but now are we not enjoying it.

Talking of Aba, to clean up Aba means a well planned drainage system. Which when Orji Uzo Kalu saw what it will take to achieve such he abandoned the project. Those making noise Aba, Aba, do you know how many people in Aba that are blocking the Aba drainage system because of what they will lose in term of infrastructure.
Politics / Re: My Candidature Will Bring Victory For Abia PDP – Ogah by Bluemetal: 5:37am On Sep 09, 2014
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G51Apostles: After months of speculations, busines mogul, Dr Uche Ogah, has made public, his intention to vie for the governorship position in Abia State come 2015. During a visit, he told Abia PDP executive members that he was conscripted into the gubernatorial race by divine design and joined the fray in obedience to avert Jonah’s experience. He averred that his candidature will ensure victory for the party. BONIFACE OKORO witnessed the visit and now reports

Billionaire business mogul and oil magnate, Dr Uchechukwu Sampson Ogah (USO), on Tuesday, June 17, 2014, ended the speculations about his governorship ambition. On that bright, sunny afternoon, the lanky chattered accountant and President of Masters Energy took a bold step by visiting the Abia State Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) secretariat on Finbarrs’ Road, Umuahia. There, he informed members of the party executive committee (EXCO) of his intention to contest for the governorship position of the state come 2015.

He was accompanied on the visit by notable Abia political figures, including Chief Empire Kanu, a former Nigerian Ambassador to Argentina, Chief Emeka Atuma, a former member of House of Representatives, Dr Maxwell Ndukwe Adindu, a former Minority Leader of Abia State House of Assembly and a former member of the state executive council, amongst others. Also present were teeming members of five Pro-Uche Ogah groups.

As the crowd settled down, a man simply introduced as Okosisi (Iroko tree) Obingwa, was invited to address the audience. Ironically, Obingwa, hypothetically, parades the highest number of potential governorship hopefuls. Since the state governor, Chief Theodore Orji, hinted that it would be just to allow Abia South senatorial zone (Ukwa/Ngwa political bloc) to produce the next governor of the state, 98 per cent of those being speculated to be interested in grabbing the exalted seat come from Obingwa.

But Okosisi dismissed them, saying that Ogah, who comes from Uturu in Isuikwuato local government area -which is in Abia North Senatorilal zone, was a better material than all the gladiators from his home council. He said most of them have held public and elective offices which they failed to use to improve the welfare of their people, adding that they would not do better if trusted with the task of governing the state.

He posited that Ogah, a philanthropist of immense proportions and dimensions, would take Abia to greater heights. He said Abia PDP was lucky to have Ogah in its fold, stressing that had he declared his interest to vie for the exalted governorship seat on the platform of another party, PDP would have found him a hard nut to crack. “Give power to Uche Ogah and it will be well with Abia, it will be well with us,” he submitted.

Next, Ambassador Empire Kanu, introduced as leader of the Uche Ogah delegation, was invited to address the gathering.

“We are here,” he said, “because of Dr Uchechukwu Sampson Ogah. We have come to let you know of his aspiration to contest for governorship in 2015 in Abia state.”

Kanu continued “His name is divine because he has not been entirely chosen by chance but by epistemological origin. Dr. Uchechukwu Ogah has a divine calling to take over the mantle of leadership from our extra-ordinary performing governor of our state, Dr. T.A.Orji.”

Inviting his principal to personally state their mission himself, Kanu said “I will want to at this point to invite our principal to speak for himself and by himself. I have the singular honour to call on the President of Masters Energy Group, with 13 subsidiary companies, a chartered accountant, an acclaimed banker, an astute business mogul in the class of Dangote, a philanthropist of the highest order, a Christian, an Officer of the Order of the Niger (OON), the sensational young man from Uturu in Isuikwuato LGA, Dr. Uchechukwu Sampson Ogah, to speak to you.”

Amidst a thunderous ovation, Ogah took it from there, thrilling the crowd with his sonorous voice, eloquence and thoughtful logic.

“I am most delighted, most humbled to be here today,” he began. “Today is part of what we do; we have been going around consulting. On the day of our declaration, we will let you know. This is just part of our routine consultation. And for the fact that we are here, we have come to consult with the members of the exco of PDP in Abia state. And I want to say, thank you for the opportunity you have given to us. Thank you for receiving us. We are sorry for inconveniencing you with a large crowd of people that are here but we appreciate you because in your normal self as a father, you will accommodate everybody. So, we want to thank you so much and God bless you.”

He appreciated every pro- Uche Ogah group which stormed the venue in their numbers, saying they attended even when he did not make his mission public. “I want to say that I appreciate all of you from the bottom of my heart, that you guys are wonderful set of people; that even when I didn’t broadcast it, you people, just merely hearing it, gathered yourselves to be here today. That shows the love you have for me, that show the feeling you have for me, that shows the essence and value you placed about me in your hearts. And I want to say thank you so much. God bless you so much.”

He started by introducing himself as a child of grace. “Mr Chairman,” Ogah said,”the man standing before you here today is a man that has grown out from grace. Everything about Dr Uche Ogah is as a result of grace. There is nothing that I am that is of my own making. Everything I have, everything I am, is of God.”

Ogah told the crowd that hitherto, he had been averse to politics and had avoided it like a plague. He went ahead to inform the audience that by joining the fray that is the Abia 2015 governorship race he was only obeying a divine directive to avert the experience of the biblical Jonah, therefore the exercise in its entirety, is divinely designed. He was very emphatic that God conscripted him into the race. Below is his narrative about how he was drafted into the governorship race, and by extension, politics.

“For me, there is only one thing I love doing when God gives me an assignment, I love it because, sometimes, some of us are like Jonah, because God will send you on assignment and you will say you will not go and you will be treated like Jonah. And I don’t want to be like Jonah.

“The essence while we are here today is to consult, to tell the exco that by the grace of God, given 2015, I will like to contest the post of governorship of Abia state.

“You know me very well. I have contributed for parties, for politics; but I never discussed politics. If you come to my house and talk about politics, I will kick you out. People know me for that. In fact, it has been a very difficult thing for me to reconcile with some of my friends because over the period, I have told them off about politics. I said I don’t want to go into politics, I just want to be on my own; make my little money quietly and be able to touch the lives of people in the society. I have a symbol in life, that every day I see human beings, I must put smile on somebody’s face.

“But you know in life, we are all like pencils in the hand of God; you cannot decide what you are going to be. It is only God that can tell you what you will be and all you need to do is to follow the directions of God.


So, when I got home, because I lost my peace, I could not do anything, I was restless. I decided to call 21 pastors, my friends, I said look, there is a problem, we need to pray, I don’t know what is going on and while we were praying, they said they Lord wants you to go and be the governor of Abia State.

“I said please, it is not possible. I said please, I have brothers that are politicians; I don’t want to go into politics. I want to be like Richard Blankson, I want to be like Dangote. I want to just make my money, just move around, and be free.” He was interrupted by a deafening ovation from the crowd.

“So, I said please, let’s pray so that God will change it. The pastors said no, ‘God said.’ I said okay, let’s pray that, because everybody knows that our governor has been saying that he wants to take the governorship to the South, let it be 2023 because one thing about me is that I don’t like controversy. I am a very straight forward person, very objective.

“As we continued, in one of the nights when we were praying, they said that God said that the caption for the manifesto for this project shall be called Abia Rejoice. And that is when it dawned on me that God is serious about this project and they said that God said it is 2015, not 2023. I was confused. But one thing about me is that when it has to do with God, I am a very blunt person.”

That was the gospel about how the governorship ambition of billionaire philanthropist, Dr Uche Ogah, was born. He went on to tell the audience how the hand of God has been upon his life, particularly, how God led him to establish his Masters Energy group.

The industrialist said God called him to establish Masters Energy because of his concern about the plight of the common man in the face of soaring price of petroleum products in the South East. His narrates further: “When I was in the bank, I wanted to run my own personal bank with my friends. We were five Assistant General Managers, our intention was to raise money, open our own banks.

“By December 2005, I was made a Manager in Zenith Bank and was given a car. I came home for Christmas. As I came into Enugu, I bought fuel near Nike Lake Hotel at the cost of N130 per litre while I bought fuel in Lagos N65. I felt so bad. I took my car, reversed, and parked the car. I now went to the back of my car and started crying. I said God, why your people will be suffering.

“It is not about me because I can afford to pay N130 but there are people that cannot pay this money. What about that young woman that will come from the community to sell the leaves that she has made, what about the man that will come to sell the yams he has harvested. And a little voice said you can do it and that is how I started Masters Energy in 2006.

Phone/Internet Market / Re: Nokia N72 For Sale @6k But Very Negotiable by Bluemetal: 5:35am On Sep 09, 2014
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Literature / Re: . by Bluemetal: 5:13am On Sep 09, 2014
Kevdee4reel: First, this is fiction not a reflection of my life in any way.

Secondly, this is not aimed at inciting tribal war of words but to all of us illuminating the pitfalls associated with tribe, religion, race and culture using the aforesaid tribes as illustrated standpoints and their effects on establishing a relationship. I'm from Anambra and very aware of the problems of bringing home someone from Abia or Imo or any other south-eastern state that isn't Anambra. I'm aware of the issues with marrying someone from Onitsha or Awka within Anambra. I'm aware of the problem catholics face if they choose to marry an anglican or a penticostal.


So, you can see that in my own milieu, Igbo, we have a problem. It is also existent in many other tribes. Kabba versus Ibira, Idoma versus Tiv, Urhobo versus itshekiri, all yorubas versus Ijebu et al.


Thus, using Yoruba and Igbos is to broaden the horizon, tell a story, incite humour and most importantly alter our perceptions. We have a problem. All of us. I hope things change. Jah bless


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Beautiful Article Nwanem, I feel you.
Live together and teach our children to do so. STOP POISONING THEIR MINDS.

God Bless

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Literature / Re: . by Bluemetal: 5:09am On Sep 09, 2014
Kevdee4reel: It is often said that when a man walks closer to the aisle, when he clocks the age of marriage, he realises that many things that he thought mattered never actually did. They say, most of the qualities such as her tribe, her culture and even her looks are all inconsequential. They also say, the most important features is her personality and the love shared. Abeeegi! Make I hear word jare. I beg to differ on all these very beautifully rhapsodized words.


I know that we are very sensitive when issues such as religion and tribe is raised but look around you. In your homes, your parents must have said:

''Nike, you dare not bring home omo Igbo(Igbo)''.

An Igbo parent must have said:

''bia Chinelo, who is this Tunde that is always calling your phone, don't bring a yoruba man to this house o''.

Look around you, your office, your friends, your neighbours, how many Igbos married a yoruba girl, very few. How many ended there relationship solely on tribal differences, many.


I realised 'my truth' to all these when I was less than eight years old. My truth I said.


I was in primary three, I was maybe seven and I was in love. Her name, Bisi. Her sharpener was my sharpener and my pencil was her pencil. We would hold hands, she would kiss me in the toilet and I would sketch potraits of her as she sat looking into my eyes. Tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes the first time I watched the movie Titanic, but it wasn't because Jack died o, wetin konsine me with Jack. I had cried fourty seven minutes before you all did. You know the scene where Jack sketched a potrait of Rose? Yes, as I watched that scene from the movie, my tears flowed.


Well, I realised this truth was the day when our yoruba teacher came to the class and like always, read from the Alawiye textbook. As usual, I had no idea what she was saying, i'm Igbo. Normally, she would read, pause and look at the pupils, the Yoruba pupils paid attention and would repeat words after her, the non-yorubas who understood yoruba, listened; but the rest of us who had no understanding of 'wa' from 'lo', were either sketching a beard on the beardless images in the textbook, painting the letters on the 'OXFORD' boldly written on the front page of our exercise book or just doing something asides from looking at the Alawiye textbook. She observed all these, paused, then said suddenly, maybe out of anger

''no one should ever speak english or any language other than yoruba in my class''.

She said it again in yoruba, I was mute. I turned to Bisi to find solace in her and I would pretend to be participating but she turned to Kunle, another guy I knew she had a crush on. It felt like I never existed. I tapped her caramel skin and called her name ''Bisi'', she replied, ''fi mi le jare''.


It felt like all the moments we shared in the toilet; all the times we shared biros and all the love letters never mattered. I wished I could say ''Bisi, the toilet. That tuesday morning in the toilet. The toilet, Bisi'' but I was mute, I couldn't say it in yoruba, my small heart was broken.

There, as the Alawiye reading still went on, I made a decision. That day, I think about 120days to my 8th birthday, I realised and indelibly embalmed in my memory that, tribe will always affect love and I will never love a yoruba girl again, never.



So as I got older, it seemed like that indelibly print wore off. Another came along, Shade. Most people have a list of what their ideal partner should be like. Shade was everything on my list except that she wasn't Igbo. Bisi had tarnished the possibility of ever dating a yoruba girl, I was Yoruphobic, but I decided to throw away all my puerille ways and give in to maturity. We dated. The summary, it ended because I wasn't Yoruba. I had been ditched, twice, by two yoruba girls, Bisi and Shade, simply because I was Igbo.

Shade had said ''Olisa, Wale is yoruba and has all your qualities. He is a better option. Please let me go if you want the best for me, please understand''


I strongly object to the general school of thought with the opinion that corruption is our major problem. Inasmuch as it is a major problem, I think it stands as a runner-up to the catastrophic inferno ignited by tribe and religion. Thus, we must critically look at the effects of the ugly effect of tribe on our growth as a nation. Undoubtedly, it has disrupted our growth as a nation and that menace has negatively affected love, relationship and marriage. Its effect on relationships is succinctly put: an Igbo man will not marry a yoruba woman or else some very deep rooted factors are considered and vice versa.


We both seem to be major occupants and contributors of the thriving southern part of Nigeria but our differences will never allow us forge maximally.

It is always said in every Igbo home of how the yorubas sold us out during the Biafran era. We would say they are very dirty and go on to explain by saying that the same small broom used to wash toilet is what they also use to cook 'gbegiri' soup. We would say that their men would always cheat on their wives. We would say their women have no regard for marriage, marry her and she would leave you for another man in an owambe party. We believe that Awolowo had an intention to destroy the Igbo tribe, so we hate Awolowo. We believe their women will kill our sons with their 'ofe mmanu' soup and we believe that they are very fetish. It is an endless list.


The Yoruba say we like money and will use their child for ritual. The yorubas believe that asides from rituals, we also eat human meat and would eat their children. They say that because of our love for money, we place a very high bride price on our daughters, and they are sold out in marriage to the hightest bidder. They say that the Igbos are the cause of Nigeria's problem. The Igbos are often regarded as uneducated stupid businessmen that import fake drugs, awon Igbo(Igbo), awon werey, awon oloriburuku, awon olishi. The list, endless.


The truth is that, as much as we have cohabited to successfully grow the south and economically enrich Nigeria, we will never successfully marry without one or both parents discouraging such union. It is just the committment of the couple that bring the fashion battle of 'gele' and 'ichafu' to a hall for a wedding celebration. A wedding where the Igbos would curse their 'ofe mmanu' and the yorubas curse their 'small meat'. You can see from the faces of relatives, very squeezed countenace that tell you they don't support the union.


I learnt it all in primary three, about twenty years ago, yet nothing has changed. Inasmuch as I treasured the moments Bisi and I shared, the blissful moments shared with Shade, they simply showed me that if I am placed next to one of their tribe, Olisaemeka from Anambra State will never be considered. Also, if there is the option of an Azuka and a Bisola of similar character and quality is placed, we all know what my choice would be.


Tribal difference will always be an impediment to finding your soulmate, your spouse, your love. We would prefer to end up with one from our tribe; maybe it is a safer choice, not better, just safer.


Take it or leave it, that is the truth, the sad truth. Until a better Nigeria, until a better orientation by parents, until we seek divine intervention for a perfect direction; there is no doubt that Bisi was right


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The line on "Alawiye" text book struck a cord with me...............I had a math teacher who taught us Math in Yoruba in SS1. All the "Omo Igbo" (Ndi Igbo) in the class, (yours truly inclusive) failed because we could not understand (a whole year of Math and Additional Math in Yoruba and with snide remarks of OMO Igbo all the time) . But for the intervention of a Youth Corper of the SAME Yoruba descent, we would have all repeated the class. She fought tooth and nail for us with the school authority who were not aware of the damage done by the man teacher and insisted (and succeeded , THANK GOD) we should re-sit the math exams. I and some others passed and went to SS2. Some of my Igbo and Itsekiri friends failed and lost 1 year all because of a foolish Yoruba man, but our salvation was from a smart aggressive (and I must say VERY BEAUTIFUL) Yoruba Youth Corper. So I learn then and now NEVER GENERALIZE, your salvation from God can come through anybody, from any angle. Don't sow hatred especially in our children, it is the poison, the cancer killing Nigeria and our development.

Growing up in Lagos, I can really relate how accurate this article is in so many ways. Yeah we had our Yoruba "Sisi" our "chick" (or "bobo" for the ladies).as well, but they were never really comfortable in making the relationship serious or long term. I tell you, orientation is a BIG part of the problem. We are so intermixed in this huge country, but we are not really living "together" We grew up as the Post War babies, so a lot of the poison and perceptions from the Civil war, was probably in the minds of our parents thus forming cruel and unreasonable opinions about their neighbours and their children. The culture, and so unfortunately for us in the South, has been to plant NEGATIVE and a lot of times UNTRUE perceptions and beliefs in the heads of our children. And it is not just a Yoruba - Igbo problem. We grew up thinking the Ogoja, Calabar and Akwa Ibom people were of certain behavior and ate certain food. The Ijaw were so and so, Urobho were this, the Benin were that, the Itsekiri were this and that and of course, the greatest barrier of hate was against the North and I am sure, they were schooled to have no love lost for us as well.

The teaching, orientation, dissemination of hatred, anger, perception that is the bedrock of tribalism were mostly formed by our parents, uncles, aunties and elder ones. You wonder WHAT REALLY DOES THE NATIONAL ORIENTATION AGENCY (NOA) do for Nigeria. They ought to identify this one fundamental flaw in citizen orientation and deal with it. If our future generations are taught to hate each other less, and embrace each other as brothers, perhaps all the broken hearts, broken friendships, broken heads, broken homes and (most painfully unfortunately) unnecessary death and destruction caused by the cancer of hatred that FESTERS in our neighbourhoods, streets , states and country against people who are not "ours" could have been avoided over the years.

Back to the thread. My best friends (even my best man at my wedding) are Yoruba, we grew up together and have shown their character time without number as have I. If we had not seen beyond the poison of tribalism, we would not by "Enyi" and "Ore" today. Don't get me wrong, I have had terrible experiences with some people of other tribes, heartbreak and pure betrayals, from Yoruba and Fulani "friends" who turned out to be enemies, but God taught me through experience to NEVER generalize. Every man and woman deserves a chance, be careful in your dealings, but do give them a chance. If we are truly made in the image of God, then there is "God" in every person you meet, something of value, don't pass them by.

And the most important lesson from this thread..................we are parents or hope to be parents someday...............WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN. Are you going to poison their minds like our parents did in the 70s, 80s, 90s etc.? Or is there a better way? Teach your children what is right. Teach them that ALL men are their brothers. I did not say throw caution to the wind, that is application of wisdom generally in life and relationships. But I reiterate, ALL men (and women) are your brother. Don't hate don't discriminate. Nigeria stands more to gain if we live together and our CHILDREN in particular do. We should encourage our cultures and peoples but not necessarily spawn hatred.A house divided against itself cannot stand.


Let us live together ...............for real.

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Jokes Etc / Re: Different Types Of Banks (girls) In Nigeria by Bluemetal: 11:45pm On Sep 08, 2014
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LushGreenz: Different Types Of Banks (girls) In Nigeria.

1. A girl who asks for money all the time is called "Commercial Bank"
2. A girl who calls you for food always is called "Agricultural Development Bank"
3. A girl that uses your money to take care of other family members is called "National Investment Bank"
4. A girl who prefers to have sex after marriage is "Social Security Bank"
5. A girl who is very faithful to you is "Fidelity Bank"
6. A girl who gives it to every available man is "Access Bank"
7. A girl who dates men from different countries is "Intercontinental bank"
8. A girl who doesn't demand too much money is called "Micro Finance Bank"
9. Dating a woman older than u is called "Union Bank" or "Wema Bank".
10. A girl who is always faithful and trustworthy to her guy is called "Guaranty Trust Bank"
11. A girl whose guy disvirgins her is called "First bank."
12. A girl who uses all ur money to buy jewelries is called "Diamond bank"

Ladies which "Bank" Are You?
Guys Which "Bank" Is Your Girlfriend?
Be honest pls.
Education / Re: Statistics for WAEC 2014 by Bluemetal: 11:41pm On Sep 08, 2014
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tonychristopher:


who owns these i will love you to give me facts not we are these

the only black man in the world dealing on Rolls Royce...guess what is an igbo man Coscharis

the only black man that vave a car firm is an igbo man...innsson - inocent chukwuma

the only blackman among the founders of internet is an igboman...-philip emeagwali (touted to be the smartest man from africa)

the only black man that is among the top 5 neuro scientist guess who..is an igboman Dr Njemanze (NASA USA)

can you do some research please and thank me later

the first black man to ever buy and own a rolls royce in africa is who..the richest man then, Dangote is a new money

DO U KNOW HIM

SIR,LOUIS CHUKWUEMEKA ODUMEGWU OJUKWU


a bit research wont hurt you


do you still want more information

tell me why i wont aspire to be like these. we have role m0dels in igboland...


THE BIGGEST INDIGENOUS ICT FIRM IN NIGERIA THAT IS QUOTED ON STOCK EXCHANGE IS BEEN OWNED BY IGBO MAN MR.OKERE THE PRESIDENT/CEO OF CWG (COMPUTER WAREHOUSE GROUP) DO a bit research ...i am in the ICT industry and we are big players from hardwares to softwares to the dude that sell the earpiece in computer village to Zinox,CWA, Anabel mobile phones, to OVIM Tablets etc

WHO CONTROLS BANKING

we KNOW uba,fidelity,diamond etc

IT we know zinox,we know the Computer village players
online we know WAKANOW, we know linda ikeji, we know bellanaija
Maritime...just go to apapa and do the maths and get back to me


Presently UWAJE is been interviewed on channels now, can you please tune to channels.. then who owns biggest device online store www.slot.com,


Numerous Transport companies (ABC, The Young Shall Grow, Dan Dollars, etc)
Numerous Highbrow Hotels
Emzor Pharmaceuticals
Ibeto Industries
Capital Oil
Coscharis Motors
Linkserve Ltd
Fidelity Bank
Diamond Bank
Other banks with substansive Igbo interest (UBA, AfriBank etc)
Alaba traders
Idumota traders
Ladipo traders
ASPAMDA traders
Sun Newspaper
Champion Newspapers
ThisDay news paper
Zinox computers

Eko Hospital one of the best in Lagos (owned by 2 Igbo and 1 Yoruba)


http://www.tech360ng.com/ict-contribution-gdp-clause-austin-okere-attached-prediction/

Till date, their lazy bones couldn't allow them invest and assist the boost of Nigeria's economy.

Hausa and Igbos took over South west economy from British not from yorubas and its never by force or with arms but by economic skills and strategies built through progressive business mind. The Simple fact is that, they took over the economy because majority of yorubas are very lazy and few educated ones among them only want a white collor job where they will be accountants or useless lawyer for the Hausa and igbo rich men.

Let us specifically give some of these ignorant Yorubas commons sense analogue and idea about Igbos economic dominance and Hausa business and agricultural progresses.

Igbos did not see Yorubas in Benin republic to dominate the market there, Igbos did not see Yorubas in Togo to dominate economy there, Igbos did not see Yorubas in Ghana to dominate economy there, Igbos did not see Yorubas in Ivory Coast to dominate economy there, eithier did Hausa see Yoruba before dominating Saudi Arabia, Niger and other part of the continent with their agricultural products and trades. Igbos did not see Yorubas in Nairobi Kenya before displacing Indians there to dominate their economy, Igbos did not see Yorubas in China to dominate all the shopping malls at Guangxillu in Guangzhuo China.

Hausa did not see Yoruba before dominating Money Exchange trade and gold businesses. This list may be endless. Igbos and Hausas/Fulani are very hard working Nigerians.

QUESTIONS

In what trade or fields are Yorubas famous?. What are their contribution to Nigeria economically?.

Average yoruba in Lagos state is a street taut or thug. Majority of dirty houses in Lagos are owned, and occupied by Yorubas. Big masions or companies in Lagos were own by Igbos and Hausa.

RESEARCH RESULT by Independent body;

74 percent of investment in Lagos are own by Igbos. 5 percent by Hausa/Fulani, 15 percent by Foreigners(Non-Nigerians), 5 percent by other Nigerians(Non Igbo, Hausa and Yoruba), 1 percent by Yorubas (which include Mike Adenuga).

Igbos and Hausa are not only living in Lagos. Igbos live in the east, in the north. Hausas live in the east, west and north like any igbo. Yorubas are very few in other part of the country. Their laziness never allow them go far. Of course, they can't go to Kano, Port Harcourt or Enugu to do Alaye job.

The problem here is that Igbos migrate more than others and they are been tagged criminals even caught Yoruba criminals most times claim Igbo.

Igbo are followed by Hausa, but Yorubas never migrate like them to have experience and see things for themselves. That's why Hausa and Igbos can make better united Nigeria. Though few Hausas can speak Igbo and Yoruba language, but majority of igbos speaks both Hausa and Yoruba very fluently.

While Yorubas hardly speak both. In some cases, very few yorubas in Military service speaks unclear Hausa language.

The true is the good migration among Nigerians and doing business or trading improves our nationality, unity and languages. It boost our economy too, but Lazy bones don't. They sit tight at home and gossips.

As America, Asia are dominated by Igbos, so as Saudi Arabia is dominated by Hausa, and they are all doing businesses there, and doing them well. They invest every where and in Nigeria.

UK is dominated by lazy Yorubas who do nothing there but claimed schooling while majority are just mere taxi drivers or plate and car washers for Westerner. When they can't feed their families with good job, they go on trafficking cocaine or coming back to Lagos where they will join their brothers on Area boys business collecting money or begging money from Hausa and igbo productive people.

As Hausas are interested in politics, so as Yorubas but the difference is that Hausas still do their businesses and farming; feeding the nation day and night, the Yorubas do nothing but follow politicians up and down and hang in the street of lagos for Agboro job. Their youths are always going around waiting when an Igbo or Hausa will buy Land or build house for them to walk with their lazy bones for what they call "Alaye. Fee". Which is more of begging or silly claim to be owners of the land. Yorubas sell of there lands but leaves inside Lagoon or Canann where water flush them and there families away during raining seasons. They leave most in very smelling dirty places and most times their toilets is inside their cooking pots.

The igbos have left politics since 1967 and now only interested in boosting Nigerians economy with their wealth of experiences in trade, education, technology and science. Since we welcomed Democracy in Nigeria, they have not been politically wise or interested in politics.

If we know the igbos in Education, Trade, business, science and technology, and then know the Hausa/Fulanis in Trade, business, and agriculture, what can we say of the Yorubas? I bet Agboro, Owambe, taxi driver, bus conductors, tax collector and Alaye beggers(Area boys).

Most of my Niger friends who are doing businesses in Lagos complain how these Yoruba tauts disturb them daily. They even sometimes attack some of the Niger boys doing Security works in Lagos. Ahmad from Niger told me how these guys disturbed his other Niger friend selling Suya. They come every evening to eat his Suya forcefully and sometimes beats him if he do complain. He told me that his friend was provoked, then he planned for them one day. One evening these Yoruba boys came with their girl friends, forcefully eating his Suya worth 10,000 naira again, unfortunately, the Suya have been poised with Sleeping drug. So after sitting and eating while shouting, they all slept there, hopelessly till 1am. The four girls where gang Molested severally till 4am by Niger boys who joined their brothers and the five boys were killed. And these Niger boys disappeared from Lagos back to their country.

Later, All Niger and Hausa within that street became target by the friends of these vicitims. Businesses were closed for two weeks in that street because of this and police keep patroling to maintain peace and order.

This is how we are loosing citizens and killing businesses. Yorubas must learn to address tautism, criminality, tribalism, thuggry, and laziness among their people.

NOTE: Not all Yorubas are lazy, down to their bone marrows, some are hard working, sincere and nice, though majority in their huge numbers are very lazy and are touts in all major streets in Nigeria. I have many good Yorubas who are nice people and work in good places.

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Politics / Re: The Kind Of Raods TA Orji Constructs by Bluemetal: 11:30pm On Sep 08, 2014
Philipmems:

Wtf.... shocked shocked shocked
Is that suppose to be a single lane dual carriage.... No need just make it a whole road without demarcations.








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