If you own a 5 inch Android Smartphone, you would not deny the fact that typing is never a smooth experience. Its either you miss-type the wrong letter or you couldn’t target the letter due to your large fingers. Perhaps, you have downloaded series of keyboards with their sweet coated descriptions yet you can’t seem to find a solution.

Look no further as Google recently released a free handwriting input keyboard, which gives you the freedom to express your-self as you write. I now use it on both my Smartphone and Tablet and the experience is as smooth as ever. I don’t know how Google did it, but you don’t even need to have a perfect writing before the keyboard recognizes your writing. This error free keyboard comes in 82 different languages. It can be used with either your finger or a stylus-pen

How To Install Google Handwriting Input Keyboard

Download the new Google Handwriting Input keyboard from Google Play Store.
Install in your device and follow the instructions
Its as easy to set up using through the setup wizard
Agree to the Terms of Service by tapping OK.
Enable the Google Handwriting Input keyboard
Tap the ON/OFF switch in the input methods section of Settings which pops up after the previous step.
Tap OK to acknowledge the warning that the Google Handwriting Input keyboard collects information as the user uses it.
Tap on the second box in the setup wizard if needed to add other languages.
Tap on the third box in the setup wizard to select the Google Handwriting Input keyboard in the phone’s input settings, which will pop up next.
Choose the Google Handwriting Input Keyboard and the wizard returns to the setup wizard screen.

There is an option to test the keyboard which I tried with the worst of writings and it still yielded the results I expected. I give Google a five star rating on this new innovation with accurate predictions

source : http://www.kyrianblog.com/freedom-in-writing-google-handwriting-input-keyboard/

Prologue

Yeah, I know you are itching to know who she is and how It happened. I won’t say generally that I had a really smooth toasting or wooing experience but I would blame my bad luck on my shyness which actually turned to good luck with the last one. Without much prolonged prologue let’s get this story of mine dusted with.



UCHE: FIRST LOVE, FIRST HEARTBREAK

I officially toasted a girl for the first time during my second year at the University. Please note that I am or I was a shy guy during my secondary school days whenever it came to girls I liked. I had noticed Uche when I came into the university during one of the registrations we had and within my heart, I prayed that she would be in my department so I could set my eyes on her often. Like seriously, her beauty was glittering that it entered my eyes and flipped my brain. Well, what do you expect from Mr. Shy guy like me?

Do you think I had mind to step over to the beautiful Uche and tell her my mind. What if a slap followed after my confession or better still, what of if she told me no. These were the thoughts freelancing through my mind.

Uche reigned during my year one to year three. She was beautiful that I never knew I had to face stiffer competition from big boys not only in my department but in school, even bankers. Meeeehn, Uche was just hot. As a patient person, I waited till my 200 level to break the silence. Every time in the class, I would kill two birds with one stone. I would listen to my lecturers and I would look at Uche. Looking at her became a daily routine throughout year one.


One faithful day after a departmental lecture of looking and listening, Uche finally came and talked with me. She was like “why do I keep silent at class” that “this was not secondary school o”. I just responded with “I am still studying the environment” but within me I said “if only she knew that I really liked her”. You could imagine my countenance that day. I was just beaming with smiles, smiling like ‘ismaila’. What made me happy was that she had opened a way for me.

Well, I knew she knew that I looked at her a lot. We became friends automatically and blended so well. She was intelligent, social, she had a sweet voice, beautiful and the list, endless. As for me I was shy, intelligent (according to her and she caused it a bit), e.t.c (don’t want to hail myself). Within me, I knew if I must keep Uche, I had to be spectacular in one way or the other to prove my worth. I couldn’t match some big guys in my department in terms of dressing and being social with a lady but I knew that my brain would not fail me.

There was a particular course that was so difficult for almost everybody PSC 101 (Political science) and Uche called me to explain the course as it was given her problem. Well, I accepted as it was a chance to see her again and hear her voice. Mind you, the course was also difficult for me. But you know the saying “opportunity comes but once” it was the time to prove my worth. Come and see Chizoba of all people reading like say na me carry library for head. Honestly, I read that course front and back that I understood it by force just to make sure I teach Uche. Well I and my friend, Dubem got 86 in score and an A in grade to show you the extent of what I did.

Uche was everything to me then, we played, we sang, she motivated me, we read together e.t.c. It was like a match made in heaven. Well with all these, I did not tell her my mind. Other guys tried, some were lucky, some were not but I was not perturbed because I knew I had her near me than those guys because we both lived in the hostel and we could see at night. The tale of our togetherness spread round as most of my friends would call me Uche and call her Chizoba. Yes, that was how bad it went and I am sure lecturers knew about it.

My friends who were close to me advised me to spit out the three difficult words to her so as not to lose her to another. But what did they expect from a shy person like me. I would always tell them, “I would tell her tomorrow”. Trust me, the tomorrow never ended.

After much pressure from friends, reading and cracking of brain on the best way to tell her, I composed a well crafted message during my second year to her as a text message. I had the “I love you” beautifully placed across the message in such a way you would not notice until you looked deeper. She got my message and guess what, she told me to give her time until I got the “NO” baptism. I felt hurt and heartbroken. I felt so down that the aftermath was unbearable. I become a lone person, getting angry unnecessarily as I almost fought with a girl during the exams, I got extra serious and even fell ill during exams. I had lost my emotional strength.

My friends knew that something was wrong but when they asked me, I would say all was well. When I fell ill most times, they would get Uche as they knew it was a remedy to my illness and funny enough it was. I held the sadness of being turned down until when ASUU declared a 6 month strike, I used that opportunity to clear my head and get back my emotional strength back. It was not just easy then but I really learnt a lot from Uche and could not forget the memories, not even a bit making her my first love.

Source: http://www.kyrianblog.com/true-life-story-of-chizobas-wooing-experience-episode-1

Letter to Buhari from the grave of the innocents –

By Bashir Yusufu

Dear General Buhari; I would’ve addressed this letter privately to you, but in the expectation that you may not receive it, I decided to make it an Open Letter, in the hope that you would stumble on it, read it and hopefully feel some of the pains and anguish that have been my lot. Having said that, permit me therefore to proceed with the rest of this missive from the grave of innocents departed.

Last night, while I was at my modest home in Katsina, relaxing and probably half-awake, I heard the voice of my cousin who was killed in the North in April 2011 during the post-election violence instigated by your loss of the presidential election. With bloodshot sad eyes, my cousin, looking apparition-like, was wailing “Gen Buhari, why why”. My cousin’s name is (or was) Mallam Yusuf Danfulani, a bright young lad originally from Katsina State, who was slaughtered in cold blood and set on fire by youths chanting “Sai Buhari”, like they are again now chanting in 2015.

Gen Buhari, in case you have forgotten, Yusuf was slaughtered in your name even though he never did any wrong to you, and even voted for you against Dr Jonathan. He lost his life just because the murderers you encouraged by your many hate speeches believed Yusuf to be from middle belt or southern Nigeria, most probably because of his bulky looks and brave, patriotic attempts to prevent the killing of an innocent Youth Corper, Ukeoma Ikechukwu. Even though he cried out in Hausa and Fulfulde, he was still not believed by those you (Buhari) managed to brainwash to see all non-Fulani Nigerians as conspiring to vote against you. In this very case, Yusuf voted for you but his ‘Sai Buhari’ killers never believed he did. Like you, Gen Buhari, the mob was baying for the blood of innocents.

If not for Yusuf’s best friend who was with him and was himself nearly killed, we would not have recognized his charred body that was burnt beyond recognition. And thanks to the same friend for recounting to us the little he could make out at the last moments of Yusuf’s life, the agony he passed through and the most important words he uttered before he gave up. It is the same words I heard him utter last night from the grave: ‘Gen Buhari, why why’. Yet, to this day, you (Buhari) have not cared to apologize or show any remorse, but you instead offered lame excuses for the bloodletting you had instigated, and still instigate. I now ask you this: Gen Buhari, must you always shade blood, like you started doing from 1983, to rule Nigeria? Do you recall how you killed Brigadier Bako in 1983 just so you could take power by force from Shehu Shagari?

General Buhari, Ukeoma Ikechukwu himself was reported missing that same day Yusuf was murdered by your supporters, and finally confirmed dead the following day when his charred remains was discovered in a hooded area. Apparently, your supporters had dragged him out of the open and tortured him before finally snuffing life out of him. Like my cousin, Yusuf, Ukeoma was very young and an innocent. Unlike Dr. Jonathan, they were not contesting against you. Yet, when they were killed, part of Nigeria was killed with them; the same Nigeria that you are now angrily campaigning to rule.

Yusuf and Ukeoma were not alone. Six other innocent Youth Corpers were also murdered in Bauchi, where you Buhari, polled 1,315,209 votes (almost 82 per cent), defeating Dr Jonathan who scored 258,404 votes and did not even hit the 25 per cent mark. The corps members were reportedly chased to a police station where they sought refuge. But the rioters, who were raving mad with bloodlust and chanting “Sai Buhari”, overran the station and murdered the young Nigerians in cold blood. So, Gen Buhari, as you can see from the Bauchi result and it’s aftermath, your supporters even shade blood when you win; still you have no qualms. Today, you are prancing around the nation, arrogant and angry as usual, behaving like you have already won the election; and thus setting up another bloodletting if you are not announced winner.

The story of Obinna Okpokiri is as heart-wrenchingas Yusuf’s. The 27-year-old was butchered and burnt to ashes, in the service of his fatherland. Okpokiri’s own circumstances were as gruesome as they could be. He had run to the Corpers’ Lodge as the rampaging ‘Sai Buhari’ rioters targeted Youth Corper polling officers recruited by INEC for the election. As painful death loomed, the young Nigerians contemplated fleeing to the barracks. But they were not lucky enough. Your ‘Sai Buhari’ supporters caught up with them, slaughtered and set them on fire. Like Yusuf, these innocents are human beings and future leaders on the last laps of fulfilling their national duty before moving on to a bright future. But it was not to be because, in your name, Gen Buhari, they were slaughtered, sliced, soaked in petrol and scorched. Reduced to ashes in minutes and in the most callous fashion by those that are not better citizens or humans than them.

General Buhari, while you are now busy inciting another violence, please bear in mind that in 2011, your supporters turned violent in whole 12 northern states as they burned the homes, vehicles, and properties of innocent Nigerians, some of whom are also Muslims and Northerners like you and my cousin Yusuf. Your ‘Sai Buhari’ supporters also targeted and killed Christians and members of southern Nigerian ethnic groups, who were seen as supporting the PDP, and they burnt churches across the north. One particular attack in Bauchi stood out as most heart-breaking.According to Human Rights Watch, on April 17 in Giade, a rural town in northern Bauchi, ‘Sai Buhari’ mobs attacked youth corps members in the town. The Corpers, who were mostly from Yoruba, ran to the local police station to seek refuge, but the mobs stormed the police station. The mob killed the police officer on duty and burned down the police station. They raped two of the female youth corps members and then hacked them to death with machetes, along with five male youth corps members. In total, rioters killed ten youth corps members in that town alone.

A lecturer at the Nuhu Bamalli Polytechnic, Zaria, Kaduna State, described to Human Rights Watch how a mob of Muslims chanting “Change, Sai Buhari” attacked and killed several Christian students, a Christian lecturer and four Muslim students suspected of being PDP sympathizers on April 17: He said “Between 10 a.m. and 12 p.m., they entered the school chanting slogans and shouting: “Where are the Christians and Muslims that supported the ruling party?” They had painted their faces black and were shouting that they needed “change”, the Congress for Progressive Change campaign slogan. The mob had all sorts of weapons – machetes, sticks, and clubs. They started breaking the glass on the buildings. The students ran away but the mob pursued them into the staff quarters and they had nowhere to go. The mob beat them to death. The lecturer they killed was Yoruba“.

Finally, Gen Buhari, let me end this letter by asking you this question: When are you going to apologize to me, to Yusuf’s aged parents, to Ukeoma’s parents, to parents of all innocents murdered by your brainwashed supporters, to Nigeria and to mankind? And here is Yusuf again, asking you from the grave: “Gen Buhari, why why”.

Bashir Yusufu.

yusufubashir@ya hoo.com

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