tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44810846884743747002024-03-13T17:05:17.843+01:00Welcome To 9JACRUZ Entertainment ||| Dopest UpdatesLATEST GIST, LATEST MUSIC, LATEST SPORTS AND QUOTESOlakunlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812523390972845662noreply@blogger.comBlogger9135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-62804057889821789252016-11-11T09:38:00.001+01:002016-11-11T09:38:37.448+01:00Donald Trump: A yet-to-come Americans' greatest disappointment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This would be the second time I'm into the Hillary-Trump and Trump's victory issue as regard US presidential election.<br />
The fact that Hillary lost the election remains a mystery. No wonder <i><b>Wole Soyinka</b></i> said:<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
“If in the unlikely event he does win, the first thing he’ll do is to
say [that] all green-card holders must reapply to come back into the US.
Well, I’m not waiting for that.<br /> “The moment they announce his victory, I will cut my green card myself and start packing up.”</blockquote>
Americans may not regret choosing Trump but they will surely be disappointed.<br />
The man is a talkative. Overtime I have heard and read him talk on
building a southern border, deport illegal immigrants, ban Muslims from
entering the state, personally arrest and jail <b>Robert Mugabe</b> and <b>Benito
Mussolini</b> saying they have ruled for too long a time- something even
George Bush, Bill Clinton and Obama wasn't able to do. He promised to
overcome <b>ISIS</b> and I could perceive he has some resentments against
Africans too.<br />
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Trump has no experience on politics and military so
I cannot possibly blame him for his anyhow talks. Smart people aren't
that loose.<br />
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Having said that, I think the greatest disappointment
of the Americans would be their finding that Donald Trump would never
be able to achieve anything remarkable at office. The best he can do is
talk and make his words beat a gong in people's heart.<br />
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<li> No Nigerian or illegal immigrant is coming back home.</li>
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<li> No Muslim would be deported </li>
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<li> ISIS might even be waxed stronger </li>
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<li> No peace would be maintained across the globe. </li>
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In fact, I see a world war coming because that was how <b>Hitler</b> began
too. I have this fear that soon, Africans may rise up against him and
Americans would fight back.<br /> .<br /> His words;<br />
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“We will double
our growth and have the strongest economy in the world. At the same
time, we will get along with all other nations willing to get along with
us. America will no longer settle for anything less than the best. We
must reclaim our country’s destiny, and dream big, and bold and daring. I
want to tell the world community that while we will always put
America’s interests first, we will deal fairly with everyone. And now,
I’d like to take this moment to thank some of the people who really
helped me.”</blockquote>
may eventually be used against him in the end.<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/oyedokun.lordace" target="_blank">Micheal Ace</a><br />
(c)<a href="http://www.myaceworld.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">ACEworld</a><br /> 2016</div>
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ACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-73480010095616310982016-08-02T23:41:00.001+01:002016-08-02T23:41:41.192+01:00I AM HERE TO SERVE THE STUDENTS AND NOT MY PARENT<div></div><div class="v">As much as i would have loved to <br />
conse<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">nt to what the p</span></span>oor guy said, I cannot disregard the rants of the <br />
audience against his provocative statement.<br /><br />
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<br /><br />
The<br />
presidential aspirant at the Student Union Government level of the <br />
prestigious polytechnic Ibadan (name withheld) said today August 2, 2016<br />
at the manifesto organized to precede the coming general election of <br />
the institution that _he has come in quest for the post to serve the <br />
student and not his parent_. That in response to a question officially <br />
thrown to his impatient mind by the programme moderator.<br /><br />
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The question<b><i><br />
"if possibly you emerge as the president and you are entangled in a <br />
situation whereby you receive a call notifying you of your sick mother <br />
who urgently needs your attention and concurrently you receive another <br />
call apprising you "f a student presently in need of </i></b><br /><br />
<b><i>attention at the health care center, what will be your move?" </i></b>seems initially immature but ends up throwing the whole audience in commotion.<br /><br />
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The perceptible point here is that we should not be too blinded by our <br />
yearn for victory that we forget to ponder on issues before giving <br />
responses.<br /><br />
My department president, executives as well as other <br />
attendees wore a transparent face that obviously describes the <br />
magnanimous tantrum hurled by our antagonistic mind.<br /><br />
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I relate with his said <i>'clause</i>'<br />
as it triggers my sanity to assert the fact that when official duty <br />
interferes with personal or family matter, one has to give dog the bone<br /><br />
and grass to the goat.<br /><br />
As another aspirant would answer, he said; <b><i>"At<br />
a situation like that, I will certainly ask my vice, welfare director <br />
or any other available personality to proceed to the health center while<br />
I humbly heed my mother's call_*"</i></b>.<br /><br />
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I think with the consideration of all unarguable facts, the issue has been resolved with the solution presented above.<br /><br />
Not all questions require the racking of brain for most times a stressed brain gives a weed-like answer.<br /><br />
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A mother remains a mother. Official duties remain on their stance.<br /><br />
We don't have to say things we can't do_things not feasible all because of our race to attain power and post.<br /><br />
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Best of luck to all aspirants. I remain my humble self <i><b>"Micheal Ace"</b></i>:<i> your Ace </i><br /><br />
<i>writer, editorial member at NACOSS, The polytechnic, Ibadan and a reporter at trendy vibes.</i><br /><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog-this.do?zx=gj42ksv01fdu" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><b><i> 2nd of August, 2016</i></b></div>ACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-82469432619486636492016-07-14T23:52:00.001+01:002016-07-14T23:52:39.120+01:00Ajantala by Jumoke Adesewa OlahAjantala: <br />
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Once upon a time,<br />
In the land of the living,<br />
Where men and women were swept on their feet by their tears and babies who were faultless are butchered,with the imagination of what the world speak.<br />
<br />
In the land,<br />
Where shattered dreams were questioned by false will<br />
Where widows cry for fellow widows,<br />
When death knocks their shade-less dorm,where no one knows his or her destination,and never gets tired of the journey.<br />
<br />
A place,<br />
Where I killed my siblings for fame<br />
A place where i left my head insane and lost my birth right,that same day, i grew tired of life.<br />
<br />
A place,<br />
I believed,no one can stop me<br />
Though,I lived in a wild forest of dissemblance<br />
Where no bird dares to squeal,and<br />
No lion dares to roar.<br />
<br />
I, Ajantala<br />
The king of the filthy life jungle,who accompany his soul in revenge.<br />
That fiery one who fiegns action with mere grunts,this man who never believe,<br />
If someone called God ever existed.<br />
<br />
The land,<br />
We quench our thirst with blood<br />
where no one is paramount except I Ajantala<br />
The weirdest apes among men,<br />
The brave one,the magnificent, Kakakakaakkaakkaa!!! <br />
<br />
No one has ever defeated me.<br />
Hahahahahahahahahha,<br />
No one ! <br />
Not even any can stand my presence...<br />
Hahahahahahahahhahha...<br />
<br />
Part 2: continu...<br />
I am no-one's prey<br />
I enslave others opinion<br />
My lineage perished in my hands<br />
My decendant are yet to be born.<br />
I dont have the taste of a woman,they are all wench,and yet i fed on them.<br />
<br />
I rode against cities with bomb and guns<br />
I laced foreigner's face with their own blood.<br />
I am an ambassador of death<br />
I am the"Evil".<br />
<br />
C'mon.....<br />
Fetch out your guards<br />
Call them out,<br />
Let me strike them<br />
Like "Edun Ara"<br />
"Eni ba dari so iroko<br />
Iroko aako"<br />
"Eni ba dari sapa,apa aapa."<br />
<br />
"Igun dari somi opalori"<br />
"Akalamogbo dari somi,<br />
Oyo gege lorun".<br />
"Omode o mogun onpe lefo."<br />
I Anjatala,<br />
A man in the midst of ocean<br />
And causes it ripples to cease.<br />
He who sees me and doesnt run<br />
Will sure meet his demise.<br />
<br />
My death is not today<br />
For none has ever heard about the death of a hoe<br />
And none has ever heard about the death of a cutlass.<br />
"Kaka kile oku,ile asa".<br />
<br />
Keku ile gbo,kosofun toko<br />
Odun yii oro.....<br />
<br />
Mused...2016ACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-7462341451934039152016-07-08T22:45:00.001+01:002016-07-08T22:45:13.288+01:00AVEworld: Be CelebratedACEworld: Be Celebrated<br />
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Poem of the week<br />
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WHO RUNS FASTER THAN CHEETAH?<br />
<br />
every path has a route<br />
every farts lures a gas<br />
every face gives smiles;<br />
as every step leads to a mile.<br />
<br />
who will judge those judges that judged the unjust unjustly?<br />
who is so just in Jos without sleeves of mistakes?<br />
who runs fastest than the clips of it's shadow<br />
or who is 9ice than Toni Payne?<br />
<br />
tell me who runs without it's legs and sees without it's eyes?<br />
or whose fingers has not pinched error.<br />
who deserves praises from the flute of all his correctness;<br />
whose flying framing raised no sigh.<br />
<br />
just show me who is not an opportunist,<br />
who doesn't have the wrist of Oliver Twist. <br />
because every route is an oath to the legs<br />
because everyone is a planet like Mars.<br />
<br />
show me better digger of gold<br />
but who isn't a gold digger? <br />
show me the tomb that accepts only the Poor<br />
without six feet Riched?<br />
who runs more than cheetah?<br />
<br />
Isoboye Danagogo... D learning Poet....30.05.16..12.03amACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-19189280927567348552016-07-08T22:37:00.001+01:002016-07-08T22:37:04.707+01:00READ ME FIRST: No More Virgins: Short Story by Micheal AceACEworld: Be Celebrated<br />
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Poem of the week ::: Who runs faster than cheetah by Isoboye Danagogo<br />
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WHO RUNS FASTER THAN CHEETAH?<br />
<br />
every path has a route<br />
every farts lures a gas<br />
every face gives smiles;<br />
as every step leads to a mile.<br />
<br />
who will judge those judges that judged the unjust unjustly?<br />
who is so just in Jos without sleeves of mistakes?<br />
who runs fastest than the clips of it's shadow<br />
or who is 9ice than Toni Payne?<br />
<br />
tell me who runs without it's legs and sees without it's eyes?<br />
or whose fingers has not pinched error.<br />
who deserves praises from the flute of all his correctness;<br />
whose flying framing raised no sigh.<br />
<br />
just show me who is not an opportunist,<br />
who doesn't have the wrist of Oliver Twist. <br />
because every route is an oath to the legs<br />
because everyone is a planet like Mars.<br />
<br />
show me better digger of gold<br />
but who isn't a gold digger? <br />
show me the tomb that accepts only the Poor<br />
without six feet Riched?<br />
who runs more than cheetah?<br />
<br />
Isoboye Danagogo... D learning Poet....30.05.16..12.03amACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-15608492041189028432016-07-06T09:09:00.001+01:002016-07-06T09:09:08.449+01:003 sachets of passionIt is true...<br />
Everything that goes up must surely come down_Even men's genital erection.<br />
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I was listening to 'Hotline Bling' by 'Drake' when I began to hear a seductive scream outside.<br />
At first, it sounded like it was coming from my neighbours room. Her husband just arrived after a 3-month aimless tour and it's inevitable for them to have a first night over without a 'give and take' session on bed.<br />
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Not that I have a dirty mind but I do understand that 'body no be firewood'.<br />
.<br />
The sound came stronger and more tense. Meaner that it exceeded my thoughts....<br />
.<br />
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Throughout the night, 'everything that goes up must come down' was the sound's tune.<br />
Silence_____Noise_____Silence_____Noise. I slept off<br />
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Early the next morning, I met a certain set of people in front of my house. It was unusual.<br />
Yes, unusual because they weren't there to mourn. They were rejoicing.<br />
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My neighbour, though not the supposed one has just given birth to a skinny baby boy.<br />
.<br />
Skinny or bouncing, baby is baby and born is born so help me congratulate her.<br />
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Picture not disclosed. <br />
Maybe because it never happened.<br />
'Na the 3 sachets of passion dey work for my body.<br />
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©Micheal AceACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-73055817077033997092016-06-27T18:32:00.001+01:002016-06-27T18:32:31.367+01:00<br />
Early this morning, I can't really tell what brought me outside around 7am. <br />
I sat on a 'It-was-strong' couch looking at the things the awesome God has done.<br />
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Then, I began to hear a faint voice which seemed like a cry. I was not scared but I knew my legs were well placed immediately and I adjusted my sitting to a balanced gravity.<br />
The voice came nearer then I realised it was an evangelist {Not those money-minded gospel artists that pretend to be one}. The man wore a white garment like those of 'Cherubim and Seraphim' only that I could not say if he's the owner; it was kind of oversize {My father dash me}.<br />
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I listened to him and I was quite attentive. Maybe because my earpiece was damaged.<br />
Then I saw him stop beside a very expensive car {I did not bother to check the maker and model because mere seeing it, I knew the whole of my father's house couldn't buy it}.<br />
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He peeped and began his preaching again but this time, he directed it to the man behind the wheel and lady beside him whom I supposed would be his wife {Or side-chick}.<br />
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He preached about 'hell' and 'kingdom of God'. He spoke about the beauty and Comfort that exist in heaven. He lamented about traumas in this world of ours and the hope of joy in the arms of God and bossom of 'Abraham'.<br />
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Few minutes later, the man rolled up his side-glass, ignited the engine, eyed the preacher in a respectful manner and zoomed off. { Holy spirit did help the preacher to quickly withdraw his legs. If not, it would have been another story}<br />
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Then I thought to myself. What other joy would a obviously poor man preach to a rich and comfortable that would make any sense to him?.<br />
What hope would be of importance to a man who already has wealth in his purse?<br />
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Most times, when the world is sweet for a man, it would be impossible to think of heaven. <br />
He might say; "what other good tiding exist there that I don't have here?".<br />
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The bible says: "Money is the wheel of good gospel".<br />
I just think it's time our preachers start doing their evangelism in 'E.O.Ds', 'Range Rovers', 'Honda', 'B.M.W', 'KIA' etc so that the world can see that the heaven they preach is a place of abundant wealth and not penury.<br />
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And<br />
I did not forget to keep quit and leave to my room.<br />
"I cannot come and go and let the holy spirit slap me".<br />
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Micheal Ace<br />
#magicalpoetry<br />
©ACEworldACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-16787109801658674022016-06-22T08:18:00.001+01:002016-06-22T08:18:24.424+01:00Do not forget<br />
DO NOT FORGET!!!<br />
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That;<br />
...<br />
* In the course of living, dream changes, passion changes, only talent remains constant. Make talent the building rock.<br />
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* No one teaches life right, they only talk from their perspectives. It might help and it might not. Find your own answers.<br />
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* The most important reason to succeed in life is to be able to show some people how wrong and foolish they were for discouraging you while you were still hustling.<br />
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* No man is too big to fall, no man is too small to rise. Everything depends on God and one's mind.<br />
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* Your attitudes are yours like you do say even if they will ruin you. What is bad is bad whether it's yours or not. Change!<br />
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* Bill gate is not the wisest man in the whole world for him to be the richest. Lionel messi is not the best footballer in the world, yet he is one of those that ever bear the crown. <br />
Hardwork does not guarantee success. Grace does.<br />
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* Do not teach your children the price of things, teach them the value so they may know that everything good is priceless.<br />
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* If wealth do not save a man from death, why then do hungry men die? Poverty is never an option in life.<br />
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* The one who wins the race may not begin first. So<br />
It matters less where you start, it matters more how you run, your destination matters the most. Success is a gradual process.<br />
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* Most times, people can give us what they don't have. The advice may not work for them as the owner, it may work for us. Do not overlook any wise thought.<br />
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Micheal Ace<br />
Writer/Poet @2016<br />
©ACEworldACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-52223839917202097702016-06-10T10:11:00.001+01:002016-06-10T10:11:15.276+01:00ACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-1469845944621015742016-06-10T10:07:00.001+01:002016-06-10T10:07:28.566+01:00SIX SIX-FEET by Micheal AceSIX SIX-FEET<br />
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We do not tell the blinds of rainfall<br />
They have zillion eyes on their skin<br />
I am you, we have the human pulse<br />
So I won't tell you my senses are six<br />
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I will dig from this earth six six-feet<br />
Two for my brain and eyes that see<br />
Two for my skin and nose that smell<br />
Then two for my tongue and my ears<br />
<br />
I will bury my senses in this six six-feet<br />
By the sixty minute of the sixth hour<br />
And sixth month of this sixteenth year<br />
With six me of you and six you of me<br />
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Because I'm tired of life and her earth<br />
And I'm scared of hell and her death<br />
But this breath chokes life out of me<br />
So I shall live on deader than the dead<br />
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I will see no more of human brutality<br />
Blinded to manslaughters and suicides<br />
I will be deaf to news of new infirmities<br />
I shall hear no more of solicitous cries<br />
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I shall taste the saltless soup no more<br />
This acidic rain shall not wash my face<br />
I will be without all hazardous thoughts<br />
My brain freed from mentalities of wail<br />
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I need six wise men in their late sixties<br />
To dig with me the six graves of six-feet<br />
We shall do this in the earth of our mind<br />
For we can't bury senses on this dry land<br />
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Micheal Ace<br />
#magicalpoetry<br />
©ACEworld<br />
ACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-9449344335543602422016-06-08T10:12:00.001+01:002016-06-08T10:12:49.972+01:00Acevolution: Essay in honour of Micheal AceAcevolution: An Essay in the Honor of Michael Ace<br />
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by<br />
Funsho Richard/U.S.A<br />
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“*The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interrèd with their bones.*" - William Shakespeare<br />
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I begin this exercise by borrowing wisdom from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. It is not uncommon to find encomia poured on the dead, when such praises are waste. For a man’s praise should be sung to him while he is alive, and not when his bones are interred beneath the earth. This, perhaps, is the logic behind Shakespeare’s statement above, which he made Antonio to state while delivering a eulogy in defense of the just murdered Caesar. I am of the opinion that on important occasions, it is crucial to celebrate the people around us, simple folks who leave indelible imprints while their bones are yet interred. And when one of such persons is a poet whose poetry has impacted many in different continents, it is only befitting to write a eulogy in such a person’s honor. It is this I intend to achieve here.<br />
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Michael Ace is going to be 21 on June 6, 2016! Well, why it is not a new thing for anyone to be 21, but it becomes a unique experience when such a youth has blessed his generation with more than 400 poems! For a young man at 21 to invest his time, treasury and talent into creating poetry that attracts international recognition and affects the reader in a way that very few could really venture, despite living in a social context which glorifies hedonism, celebrates epicurean excesses and emulates cheap artistic imitationism, it is imperative to pay keen attention to this great achiever. Needless to add that many people express themselves in what some carelessly call poetry, but Michael has been able to learn, grow and develop a unique artistic expression which puts him among poets worthy of note. <br />
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Perhaps, I should begin by cursorily mentioning his person, since the focus of this essay is his art. However, as an avid believer in the sociological theoretic premise of art – seriously, can anyone believe that art or poetry exists for art’s sake – it only makes sense that an incursion into the person behind the art is in order. More so, can someone really and truly remove the poet from his verses? Each artistic creation comes from a unique perspective – that of the poet. Understanding the poet’s mind does add to the appreciation of the poem; however, one can also argue that each poem should be seen as it is, a unique creation. While I do not disagree with such laudable premise, I strongly believe that a poet is the conscience of his society, as a result, should we not evaluate or appreciate such mind!?<br />
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Oyedokun Adedotun Michael, popularly known as Michael Ace, is a youth who has a unique perspective about the human condition. While preparing for this essay, I was compelled to ask him about the philosophy behind his poetry. I notice that his themes are diverse and unique. His response to my question was this: “The theme I write on depends on the message I try to put across.” I researched some of his poems, and I realized that Michael does not just write, he communicates a message. His ability to express a plethora of messages simultaneously, with each message unique in its import is an exercise for another day. He is driven by a passion to write; a passion he has succinctly expressed in these words: "The world is too complex for a pen to remain idle." Indeed, the world is much complex, which explains why he continues to write in spite of criticism and discouragement. <br />
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From the steaming pot of curiosity, I asked about his philosophy. His response touched the depth of my soul: “I believe life is good, even in its worst, life is good.” Now, from someone whose last speech as a valedictorian was a flop because of his stammer, for someone who has lost duels and contests many times, for a person who has had to keep his own challenges aside to enrich our lives with great poems, such profound philosophy appeared to be beyond his age! And may be that assertion is right, judging that an average youth is consumed with fun and swag exhibitionism!<br />
<br />
Michael is an artist in every right! A study of his poems, which time and space will not be available in order to do thorough justice to them, shows a consistent development of themes, style, form and expression. From western artistic forms to traditional lore, Ace conceives and crafts his lines with such dexterity akin to that of a surgeon! Pick any of his poem, you have a uniqueness running through each line; sometimes with such haste that you are convinced the poet is either trance-like or in a rush to pass his message across. At the onset, such haste, though mildly, hampers his artistic mien, but the message is often heard loud and long. <br />
<br />
His thematic conceit is often unconventional and controversial. Such themes include “Date not a poet”, “I’m Gay”, “God is black”, etc. Besides the unique themes, his expression often deconstructs familiar concepts, such that one is tempted to wallow in some sexist tendencies only to be jabbed into the reality that only Ace could create! Unapologetically, he does not shy away from the everyday human experience of libido, lust, lies and longing; Michael puts it out there to pass across an important message. Interestingly, he does not “turn up” such lewdness in his poetry, but as a true poet and human, he tells a story with conviction that one cannot resist the message until every word has been devoured! <br />
<br />
Ace’s themes are not all about the controversial. He is a sensitive poet whose social and human intelligence is high. He once wrote a poem about barrenness. Now, what is a 21-year-old thinking before writing about the social vilification of the barren, especially knowing that his society is one which does not treat barrenness with kindness? To have written such a poem shows his depth of humanity. His appreciation of beauty is impressive. His recent poem, “Fiwasewa” has attracted remarkable praises from renowned poets, including Brigette Poirson, one of Europe’s leading poets, who said, “You fully justify the qualification of Ace. I bow to your poetic feat.” Now, such a testament is not carelessly made, it is confirmation of the artistic ingenuity Ace has mastered over time. His appointment as the Vice President of the Nigerian Chapter of the World Union of Poets is a recognition of his poetic prowess. <br />
<br />
Michael Ace is not all about poetry and its many forms: such as organizing duels and contests, promoting poetry, anthology, spoken word, duets; he has also left an indelible mark on prose, music, blogging, and popular culture. He continues to enrich our lives with a full serving of artistic expression. I must mention an important role Ace plays in promoting poetry and interaction among poets across the globe. Through his project, Secrets of Magical Poetry, I had the rare opportunity of meeting with and sharing from great poets from Asia, Europe and Africa. He continues to strive to make sure that contemporary young poets master the art of poetry. His pioneering efforts demand proper recognition. Recently, I collaborated with him to execute a project, Themanthology. The goal was to give a platform for remarkable poets to write on a theme extensively. I am excited that the pioneer project is debuting tomorrow, to mark Michael’s 21st birthday! <br />
<br />
As I come to a close, I must not fail to mention the<br />
lessons I learnt from Ace. I learnt that a true artist is evolving. No one has arrived; we all keep learning. Michael is always willing to learn. He does not discard criticism, no matter ill-willed. He listens and learns and becomes better. I have also learnt from him to keep pushing boundaries. From being an avid consumer of his works, I observed that one aspect of artistic forms is not enough. One must find new forms and explore possibilities. I have also learnt to explore themes and issues even if they are unpopular and controversial. After all, a true artist must arise above the din of the marketplace. One more lesson I learnt from this great man is to see the beauty in all and in life. Life is indeed beautiful, no matter how ugly it looks. There is always something about life to make us smile.<br />
<br />
I am thankful to Michael Ace for sharing his life, love, lines and lore with us. I am thankful to him for making his 21 years worth celebrating. I am thankful to everyone who added value to this young man, who, in turn, invests in us. I wish him more fruitful years ahead.<br />
<br />
Funso Richard,<br />
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©ACEworldACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-78945988711627715772016-06-07T06:39:00.001+01:002016-06-07T06:39:03.075+01:00No More Virgins: Short story by Micheal Ace<br />
No more virgins <br />
<br />
"I cannot keep my hands to myself. Moreso, I cannot have you here and start coursing streets in search of girls to satisfy my urges"<br />
Precious stared at her boyfriend as he was talking, what actually kept her eyes on him was the usual way Johnson convulses whenever he wants to have sex. His eyes will appear like they are in need of fresh air; big and red. <br />
<br />
"If you like, take your money to 'angle 90' for girls that will unleash their underworld for you. If you are not ready for marriage then stop asking me for sex. Useless man"<br />
Johnson is '34', no one knows what has kept him from bearing the cross of wedlock. Precious on the other hand is an 'OND holder', she doesn't wish to further, she prefers sex to reading at nights but things has changed. She wants marriage now more than anything.<br />
<br />
I knew things like that happen but I cannot disregard the fact that "A movie is a movie", before I could continue watching Johnson and Precious's romantic misery. I heard a knock on ny door. It was Blessing, my neighbour's daughter.<br />
This girl has been tempting me for quite a long time, she would wear a very skimpy dress and most times sit on my laps. She would collect my phone, surf my gallery while she have her legs on my laps.<br />
<br />
Courtesy demands that I understand she was just a small girl who sees me as a big uncle but my manly nature defines an opposite sex as what it is, whereas, she was neither my sister nor my daughter. I kept nurturing this lustful seed planted in me whenever I see her.<br />
She was a very young girl at '14', she was an epitome of beauty, straight legs, well sized hips quite much more than her age, her burst was like a "20 years old girl's". She would walk making her hips appear like those of 'Nicki Minaj'. In short, she is sexy.<br />
<br />
I did not have a girlfriend and I'm this loner who would never have visitors, always indoor and all alone. This girl always keep my company, she had a very fast education so she had finished her O'level examinations. She was always home-alone too.<br />
{Not that I was jobless, I was only unemployed}.<br />
<br />
<br />
One lonely afternoon, I was home as usual when this girl came, she wore a gown which reached the middle part of her thigh. I did not know if anything was worn underneath but my sanity wouldn't make me ask.<br />
She went down to my television set and switched it on, she bent to pick her favourite film from the last layer of my shelf when I saw what I shouldn't never have seen.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
As she bent, I scaled my eyes up her thighs unconsciously and I saw exactly what she wanted {She was naked}. Though it was hard accepting the fact that the girl was guilty but it did not matter, even the world herself is guilty.<br />
<br />
She drew back after inserting the disk into my DVD player, then she placed herself on the sofa sitting close to me. She turned over and rested her back on my laps, it was then I realised she was neither with bra nor with tube.<br />
I began with my fingers sojourning round her abdomen and I did some wanderings too on her buttons, She was still busy with her eyes glued to the television screen but when I finally loosened her shirt and places my sinful hands on her balls, she looked at me swiftly and smiled {Seems she was happy}.<br />
<br />
I never knew what I used to watch in pornography videos can ever happen in reality, but she got on top of me, took her shirt off totally and plugged-in her lips into my salivating mouth.<br />
I felt something drifting right inside my short, something was moving motionlessly between my thighs but I took her on a sweet sail with my lips first.<br />
I left for a journey with my lips and tongue all over her body ransacking them for long hidden treasure, she screamed when I got to her 'power house' but I did what i was meant to do. I continued until she opened up and said;<br />
"Please get into me, do it now"<br />
<br />
It was as if I was dreaming. No, it was like a nightmare, seeing a fourteen years old girl being perfect at most if not all sexual arousing movements. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I guessed no one cared for my stories that were meant for the gods. All I needed to do was the real thing but I couldn't.<br />
<br />
I felt guilt inside me, I saw it as a sexual abuse and instead of me helping the young girl get saved, I wanted to eat out of her cane too. It was almost impossible turning back at that moment but I did because I thought about my integrity in the neighborhood and how it will get drenched in rain of shame if I'm finally caught.<br />
<br />
I built some courage and got up but the girl was crying, It was like I pushed her down the way and left unexpectedly.<br />
But I drew her up and hugged her {forming a big brother}, I spoke gently to her ears and requested for a story _ How she became what she was at her age.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
She began;<br />
I had my first sex when I was six years old, It was rape and I lost my virginity to my cousin who caught me naked one morning and did what men do even after my remorse pleads.<br />
I kept it a secret but one day, It happened again but this time, it was at school. <br />
.<br />
I had some friends then whom I thought were innocent like I was but the truth stripped itself naked at my aroused eyes when I saw the most fremb scene of my life. I was to wait after school hours that evening because of some assignments I had to do. On getting to the corridor of my classroom, I heard someone moan but I was too ignorant to know what exactly was going on.<br />
I continued counting my steps towards the door but on getting close to the window, I heard it wasn't just one voice. I moved closer, summoned some courage and entered the class. Then I saw Gloria, Faith and two other friends of mine, each of them with different boys from senior class.<br />
.<br />
I was left alarmed, I became dumb at once like my tongue was cut off for sacrifice. My legs grew too weak to hold my weight that I had to learn against the wall, everything became mystery. I saw my friends in the flood of disgust and my trusts and beliefs in them became fallacy. <br />
It happened again, yes it happened. I had my skirt forcefully pulled off my thighs, my pantie torn and I was sexed again by one of my male friends.<br />
.<br />
The teacher I reported to told me it was nothing to be worried about, maybe because the boy was the Head master's son. She told me no one has the virginity I lost, she said everyone could have sex at want, she said it was nothing but pleasure. She said it's no harm.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
So tell me uncle; where else can I find virgins when virginity itself has become a rainbow in the night, who else can call themselves virgins when someone as young as I am saw how impossible being a virgin is?.<br />
There are 'no more virgins' uncle.<br />
.<br />
I looked upon her face with a questioned smile, I could not say she was wrong, I could not affirm her right but I knew the answer to her question may be found if I faithfully teach her what virginity is: Not the wall between the thighs but a virtue within the mind.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
I will surely teach her those but maybe after I finish watching the Precious and Johnson's sexual combat.<br />
<br />
***************<br />
Quote...<br />
Virginity is not the wall between the thighs but the virtue within the mind.<br />
Micheal Ace<br />
***************<br />
<br />
Written by <br />
Micheal Ace<br />
Copyright of<br />
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{My pathetic story}<br />
<br />
<br />
As a young boy, I knew somethings are just never meant to be just like I have been taught. My mother is this strict disciplinarian who would slice my brother's skin with a blade and put in some fresh grinded pepper, just because the cunning boy hid a piece of meat that was supposed to be shared with others under his big rock of àmàlà.<br />
She hates lies but passionately dislikes the liar unlike God who hates sins but loves sinners. Well, she is an african mother so I understand now that I should have expected no less.<br />
<br />
Somethings were never meant to be. Yes, just never meant, like lying, stealing, chasing girls around and any other things attributed to the 'ungodly'.<br />
<br />
{If I begin to tell those stories of 'The me and my mother combat', then you are most likely liable to getting scolded by your boss for negligence at work or having that food get burnt}<br />
<br />
My pathetic story began it's prologue when I failed my third o'level examination and still went ahead to show 'Jega' my competency after I scored '148' in the UTME.<br />
Even though my father wanted me to continue coursing the bushes with him doing architectural surveys on land, my mother would never concur; 'she values education more than the stones on one of her favorite dresses. She wanted me in school by all means, she would say 'I know Dòtun to be an average student, so letting him stay at home for long will only improve his cooking crafts but get his brain deteriorated'.<br />
<br />
Finally she got me the Obafemi Awolowo University's predegree form and I left my hometown for the big campus in order to have myself tutored for some months before the entrance examination.<br />
<br />
<br />
It was unusual, the endless noises on campus mostly from students who had forgotten the sorrowful hymns their 'GP' sings, the early morning visits to the bathroom and toilets {there are nothing like 'restrooms' in Nigeria universities}. My hostel was at the 'Post Graduate's Hall' where I was harboured by one of my distant cousin's friend: a male. I couldn't stay with my cousin, maybe because I have the rod while she has the hole even though she was old enough to be my younger brother's mother, Nigerian's mentality.<br />
<br />
On getting to campus, I realised none of what my cousin told me was lie. She said; ' OAU is for the read-a-holics', meaning the lazy readers cannot graduate with any 'class'.<br />
I was never a reader neither was I a writer, I was just this young for nothing kid who wants wealth and fame, but OAU changed me, I began reading at nights and even my cousin's friend most times look at me enviously; what a promising lad. <br />
<br />
It was this monday morning, I woke at exactly 7am as usual, 'sometimes, brains get addicted to particular actions and it happens inevitably'. Even if I didn't have any plan for that time, I would still have woken.<br />
Like many others have phobia for water when it comes to bathing, so did I. I would wash my head, pour the rest up and run under it, only the lucky splashes touches my skin. It was the usual custom that day, nothing else changed except for the 'supposed to be fortunate' meeting I had with her.<br />
<br />
Note: I was not attending lectures but lessons, I was still an 'under-undergraduate'.<br />
<br />
Luckily, I dressed well that morning, In my 'well ironed shirt' and my black jean. I walked majestically into the class since 'Dr Pass' was not around yet, then I saw her beside me while I was trying to find a seat; she wasn't there for me though. <br />
<br />
Have you ever felt the disorganizations caused by a little ant or small pebble in your eyes? If yes, that was exactly how I felt when I saw her. if no, then give it a trial. She wasn't really beautiful but she was just beyond it.<br />
If there is anything like 'Love at First Sight', it would be that. She smiled when she gazed at my side but I guessed they weren't for me, I tried as much as I could to be noticed but all to no avail but then, 'Dr Pass entered'.<br />
<br />
I said he entered, so then, lecture began...<br />
<br />
I remember we did 'Use of English' that day, I was one of the rated guys in class, maybe because I had all textbooks as others come to borrow with their hands in their tongue.<br />
She came to me, it was as if my eyes were glued to the air, I couldn't believe what I saw but I got myself composed despite my heart which had started pumping wine.<br />
'Can you borrow me your textbook'; she said.<br />
I wanted to say 'YES' but it took me longer than it took the professor to write the textbook. Alas, I was stammering.<br />
<br />
To God be the glory, I made it to the end of the word, then she smiled and took the book away, as she was going, my eyes were moving with her but this feet would never leave their spots.<br />
'Hello', I called out and she looked back.<br />
'Please don't forget to bring the book tomorrow', she made a nod and walked away smiling.<br />
<br />
This time, my eyes had stopped tailing her, but my brain did. Only God knows how I made it home, but I made it home.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I said I made it home, yes but only my body did. My spirit was at 'Elegushi beach' with her 'merry-go-rounding' and flexing with our hands held in love, it was the first and last time I would ever daydream.<br />
<br />
"What's wrong with you", that was the interrogative but alarming statement made by my cousin's friend after I came back from the mini-market with a bottle of groundnut, whereas I was sent to buy a bag of pure-water. Both were often sold at one hundred naira, I guess that confused me.<br />
But in reality, I was convinced I had lost something, concentration or sanity, something was gone. <br />
My meetings with her gained their morale the day I summoned a 'man-made courage' and asked her out. <br />
She was a christian, I was too but she was religious {well,I was not} and her response showed me exactly what it's like to woo a 'redeemed girl'. <br />
She said, 'I cannot date you, we can only be friends'. <br />
That did not suit me, I wanted something more intimate, I had watched a lot of romantic movies and I knew I wanted someone I could kiss and cuddle, someone I could caress on those cold nights.<br />
But I never thought of sex, maybe because I wasn't used to watching 'blue films' then.<br />
<br />
We played a bit after I agreed to be a friend, we exchanged numbers too but hardly had she saved my number when she received a text message sent by me. I cannot remember the content {Kindly remember I told you earlier that I had lost my sanity}.<br />
<br />
<br />
The examination wasn't around the corner, It was standing right at the door but this love that enslaved my heart would never let me see my dooms writing their lyrics on my wall. Meanwhile, most of my time was spent on writing mostly love songs; songs I'm still yet to know if it would be my grandchildren that will record them.{I have more than 150 songs written, {I'm just that jobless and talented}.<br />
<br />
I won't fail to mention my friends back then; Chuks, Joel, Emanuella and my crush herself 'Love'.<br />
My teachers; Dr. Pass the corporate, Dr.Peter the preacher.<br />
<br />
September came, our judgement day broke, We left the campus for 'Moro, OAU predegree centre'<br />
I was a bit late so others had gone earlier, I remember promising my cousin a huge success, I remember assuring her of scoring more than expectation. <br />
I remember the fear that lingered my heart while the bus propelled down the tarred road, I remember my every heart beat that wished for miracle and I remember that side of me that believed in itself.<br />
<br />
I was placed behind the system, it was a computer-based test. I logged in the programmed application and started handpicking my destiny, it was an objective type and every single question increased the rate of my heartbeat, I kept choosing my fate with my finger constantly tapping the mouse pad. <br />
At that moment, my mind went through the struggles my mother had in getting me the opportunity, I thought about how much she had spent and how high her expectations would be, I smiled when I remember my father who had started boasting around town that his son is a student of GREAT IFE.<br />
<br />
Finally, dream came true, I attempted the last question and made it out of the examination hall 'hale but not healthy. I teamed up with my friends and we went back to campus.<br />
<br />
Three days later, my crush's parent came and took her away, it was like my shadow walked past me and I couldn't hold back, I nearly cried but something assured me we would all pass the examination and resume back together. I was sure I would pass.<br />
The fear remained, the love I had still stayed.<br />
<br />
Few days later, after we had all departed to our different homes, the result was released.<br />
<br />
The result was released.<br />
<br />
She was cute, I know she will still be. She is an angel, I remember her favourite song then; Bottom Belle by Omawumi and Flavour.<br />
Most of those nights on our way to reading room along that plastered path to 'Moremi Hall' down to 'White House' at 'Academics', I would play the song from my hypertensive 'chinko' phone, she would then sing along;<br />
"Oga buy me bottom belle cool my heart eheheh", she had the voice too.<br />
I remember that was the first time I watched '3 Idiots', I also loved 'Eze Eligwe' by Frank Edward and the tune 'Akwa Ibom Ayaya' by Mish. Sweet and unforgettable memories.<br />
<br />
{ I couldn't start with the released result, maybe because it was nothing to boast on. It's often better to say the good news beofre the bad one}<br />
<br />
Yes, it was no lie. The result was released.<br />
One of my 'goons' while we were at school just called me that morning, my phone rang!<br />
<br />
Me: Hello<br />
Caller: Hello Dotun, I have checked my result, 59%<br />
<br />
{I was like; if this guy can have 59%, then I'm sure far above 60%}<br />
<br />
Me: Wow, congratulations friend, can you help with mine as well? Username- Oyedokun, Password-Jesus<br />
Caller- Alright, I will be back<br />
<br />
{ It was my cousin that registered me using that password, I wasn't that spiritual}<br />
<br />
Caller: "Called out the name on the result slip" and asked, 'is that you?<br />
Me: Yes, what is there?<br />
Caller: "Silence", call dropped<br />
<br />
This time, my heartbeat was enough for 'Eminem' to drop his usual fast raps. I was home alone so I had enough liberty to rehearse my madness.<br />
I had no airtime, so I sent 'call me back' to 'Joel who was my best friend and he called almost immediately. He scored 68% but when he checked mine, he said;<br />
"I'm not sure this result is yours Dotun, I'm seeing 39% here".<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
I cried, I died but the same death woke me, my deserved regrets wouldn't let me be.<br />
I called Dr.Pass to help out but my grade was too low, far from the cutoff mark. I failed myself, I wasted time and money, I lost my most hard earned opportunity.<br />
I disappointed everyone, I missed the steps.<br />
<br />
I lost it all but there remains just one reality;<br />
" If I'm given the same opportunity again, If I'm made to meet 'Love' again for the first time. If that time come back for the chance to live it again, I will still live it the same way"<br />
<br />
I will spend every moment like I did, I will hold her hands everytime, I will smile at her every chance I have, I will miss classes because of her.<br />
I will play her songs and watch her sing, I will follow her to the campus' "New Market", I will accept the name "DotLove" which was coined for us in class.<br />
<br />
And, I will do my best not to cry when my result comes again.<br />
<br />
Then, I will lay with my pen if she hasn't reached 'menopause' and we shall birth this words again;<br />
<br />
Not as 'Miseries of First Love' but as 'My sweetest moments of life'.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Story Source;<br />
Oyedokun Adedotun Micheal<br />
Written by<br />
Micheal Ace<br />
<br />
A copyright of ACEworldACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-16981417907887642072016-06-05T21:44:00.001+01:002016-06-05T21:44:41.645+01:00Miseries of first love by Micheal AceMiseries of First Love<br />
{My pathetic story}<br />
<br />
<br />
As a young boy, I knew somethings are just never meant to be just like I have been taught. My mother is this strict disciplinarian who would slice my brother's skin with a blade and put in some fresh grinded pepper, just because the cunning boy hid a piece of meat that was supposed to be shared with others under his big rock of àmàlà.<br />
She hates lies but passionately dislikes the liar unlike God who hates sins but loves sinners. Well, she is an african mother so I understand now that I should have expected no less.<br />
<br />
Somethings were never meant to be. Yes, just never meant, like lying, stealing, chasing girls around and any other things attributed to the 'ungodly'.<br />
<br />
{If I begin to tell those stories of 'The me and my mother combat', then you are most likely liable to getting scolded by your boss for negligence at work or having that food get burnt}<br />
<br />
My pathetic story began it's prologue when I failed my third o'level examination and still went ahead to show 'Jega' my competency after I scored '148' in the UTME.<br />
Even though my father wanted me to continue coursing the bushes with him doing architectural surveys on land, my mother would never concur; 'she values education more than the stones on one of her favorite dresses. She wanted me in school by all means, she would say 'I know Dòtun to be an average student, so letting him stay at home for long will only improve his cooking crafts but get his brain deteriorated'.<br />
<br />
Finally she got me the Obafemi Awolowo University's predegree form and I left my hometown for the big campus in order to have myself tutored for some months before the entrance examination.<br />
<br />
<br />
It was unusual, the endless noises on campus mostly from students who had forgotten the sorrowful hymns their 'GP' sings, the early morning visits to the bathroom and toilets {there are nothing like 'restrooms' in Nigeria universities}. My hostel was at the 'Post Graduate's Hall' where I was harboured by one of my distant cousin's friend: a male. I couldn't stay with my cousin, maybe because I have the rod while she has the hole even though she was old enough to be my younger brother's mother, Nigerian's mentality.<br />
<br />
On getting to campus, I realised none of what my cousin told me was lie. She said; ' OAU is for the read-a-holics', meaning the lazy readers cannot graduate with any 'class'.<br />
I was never a reader neither was I a writer, I was just this young for nothing kid who wants wealth and fame, but OAU changed me, I began reading at nights and even my cousin's friend most times look at me enviously; what a promising lad. <br />
<br />
It was this monday morning, I woke at exactly 7am as usual, 'sometimes, brains get addicted to particular actions and it happens inevitably'. Even if I didn't have any plan for that time, I would still have woken.<br />
Like many others have phobia for water when it comes to bathing, so did I. I would wash my head, pour the rest up and run under it, only the lucky splashes touches my skin. It was the usual custom that day, nothing else changed except for the 'supposed to be fortunate' meeting I had with her.<br />
<br />
Note: I was not attending lectures but lessons, I was still an 'under-undergraduate'.<br />
<br />
Luckily, I dressed well that morning, In my 'well ironed shirt' and my black jean. I walked majestically into the class since 'Dr Pass' was not around yet, then I saw her beside me while I was trying to find a seat; she wasn't there for me though. <br />
<br />
Have you ever felt the disorganizations caused by a little ant or small pebble in your eyes? If yes, that was exactly how I felt when I saw her. if no, then give it a trial. She wasn't really beautiful but she was just beyond it.<br />
If there is anything like 'Love at First Sight', it would be that. She smiled when she gazed at my side but I guessed they weren't for me, I tried as much as I could to be noticed but all to no avail but then, 'Dr Pass entered'.<br />
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I said he entered, so then, lecture began...<br />
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I remember we did 'Use of English' that day, I was one of the rated guys in class, maybe because I had all textbooks as others come to borrow with their hands in their tongue.<br />
She came to me, it was as if my eyes were glued to the air, I couldn't believe what I saw but I got myself composed despite my heart which had started pumping wine.<br />
'Can you borrow me your textbook'; she said.<br />
I wanted to say 'YES' but it took me longer than it took the professor to write the textbook. Alas, I was stammering.<br />
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To God be the glory, I made it to the end of the word, then she smiled and took the book away, as she was going, my eyes were moving with her but this feet would never leave their spots.<br />
'Hello', I called out and she looked back.<br />
'Please don't forget to bring the book tomorrow', she made a nod and walked away smiling.<br />
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This time, my eyes had stopped tailing her, but my brain did. Only God knows how I made it home, but I made it home.<br />
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I said I made it home, yes but only my body did. My spirit was at 'Elegushi beach' with her 'merry-go-rounding' and flexing with our hands held in love, it was the first and last time I would ever daydream.<br />
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"What's wrong with you", that was the interrogative but alarming statement made by my cousin's friend after I came back from the mini-market with a bottle of groundnut, whereas I was sent to buy a bag of pure-water. Both were often sold at one hundred naira, I guess that confused me.<br />
But in reality, I was convinced I had lost something, concentration or sanity, something was gone. <br />
My meetings with her gained their morale the day I summoned a 'man-made courage' and asked her out. <br />
She was a christian, I was too but she was religious {well,I was not} and her response showed me exactly what it's like to woo a 'redeemed girl'. <br />
She said, 'I cannot date you, we can only be friends'. <br />
That did not suit me, I wanted something more intimate, I had watched a lot of romantic movies and I knew I wanted someone I could kiss and cuddle, someone I could caress on those cold nights.<br />
But I never thought of sex, maybe because I wasn't used to watching 'blue films' then.<br />
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We played a bit after I agreed to be a friend, we exchanged numbers too but hardly had she saved my number when she received a text message sent by me. I cannot remember the content {Kindly remember I told you earlier that I had lost my sanity}.<br />
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The examination wasn't around the corner, It was standing right at the door but this love that enslaved my heart would never let me see my dooms writing their lyrics on my wall. Meanwhile, most of my time was spent on writing mostly love songs; songs I'm still yet to know if it would be my grandchildren that will record them.{I have more than 150 songs written, {I'm just that jobless and talented}.<br />
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I won't fail to mention my friends back then; Chuks, Joel, Emanuella and my crush herself 'Love'.<br />
My teachers; Dr. Pass the corporate, Dr.Peter the preacher.<br />
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September came, our judgement day broke, We left the campus for 'Moro, OAU predegree centre'<br />
I was a bit late so others had gone earlier, I remember promising my cousin a huge success, I remember assuring her of scoring more than expectation. <br />
I remember the fear that lingered my heart while the bus propelled down the tarred road, I remember my every heart beat that wished for miracle and I remember that side of me that believed in itself.<br />
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I was placed behind the system, it was a computer-based test. I logged in the programmed application and started handpicking my destiny, it was an objective type and every single question increased the rate of my heartbeat, I kept choosing my fate with my finger constantly tapping the mouse pad. <br />
At that moment, my mind went through the struggles my mother had in getting me the opportunity, I thought about how much she had spent and how high her expectations would be, I smiled when I remember my father who had started boasting around town that his son is a student of GREAT IFE.<br />
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Finally, dream came true, I attempted the last question and made it out of the examination hall 'hale but not healthy. I teamed up with my friends and we went back to campus.<br />
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Three days later, my crush's parent came and took her away, it was like my shadow walked past me and I couldn't hold back, I nearly cried but something assured me we would all pass the examination and resume back together. I was sure I would pass.<br />
The fear remained, the love I had still stayed.<br />
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Few days later, after we had all departed to our different homes, the result was released.<br />
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The result was released.<br />
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She was cute, I know she will still be. She is an angel, I remember her favourite song then; Bottom Belle by Omawumi and Flavour.<br />
Most of those nights on our way to reading room along that plastered path to 'Moremi Hall' down to 'White House' at 'Academics', I would play the song from my hypertensive 'chinko' phone, she would then sing along;<br />
"Oga buy me bottom belle cool my heart eheheh", she had the voice too.<br />
I remember that was the first time I watched '3 Idiots', I also loved 'Eze Eligwe' by Frank Edward and the tune 'Akwa Ibom Ayaya' by Mish. Sweet and unforgettable memories.<br />
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{ I couldn't start with the released result, maybe because it was nothing to boast on. It's often better to say the good news beofre the bad one}<br />
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Yes, it was no lie. The result was released.<br />
One of my 'goons' while we were at school just called me that morning, my phone rang!<br />
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Me: Hello<br />
Caller: Hello Dotun, I have checked my result, 59%<br />
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{I was like; if this guy can have 59%, then I'm sure far above 60%}<br />
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Me: Wow, congratulations friend, can you help with mine as well? Username- Oyedokun, Password-Jesus<br />
Caller- Alright, I will be back<br />
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{ It was my cousin that registered me using that password, I wasn't that spiritual}<br />
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Caller: "Called out the name on the result slip" and asked, 'is that you?<br />
Me: Yes, what is there?<br />
Caller: "Silence", call dropped<br />
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This time, my heartbeat was enough for 'Eminem' to drop his usual fast raps. I was home alone so I had enough liberty to rehearse my madness.<br />
I had no airtime, so I sent 'call me back' to 'Joel who was my best friend and he called almost immediately. He scored 68% but when he checked mine, he said;<br />
"I'm not sure this result is yours Dotun, I'm seeing 39% here".<br />
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I cried, I died but the same death woke me, my deserved regrets wouldn't let me be.<br />
I called Dr.Pass to help out but my grade was too low, far from the cutoff mark. I failed myself, I wasted time and money, I lost my most hard earned opportunity.<br />
I disappointed everyone, I missed the steps.<br />
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I lost it all but there remains just one reality;<br />
" If I'm given the same opportunity again, If I'm made to meet 'Love' again for the first time. If that time come back for the chance to live it again, I will still live it the same way"<br />
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I will spend every moment like I did, I will hold her hands everytime, I will smile at her every chance I have, I will miss classes because of her.<br />
I will play her songs and watch her sing, I will follow her to the campus' "New Market", I will accept the name "DotLove" which was coined for us in class.<br />
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And, I will do my best not to cry when my result comes again.<br />
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Then, I will lay with my pen if she hasn't reached 'menopause' and we shall birth this words again;<br />
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Not as 'Miseries of First Love' but as 'My sweetest moments of life'.<br />
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Story Source;<br />
Oyedokun Adedotun Micheal<br />
Written by<br />
Micheal Ace<br />
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A copyright of ACEworldACEworld Publishershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041212212077349939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-60232932668512277952016-06-05T21:39:00.001+01:002016-06-05T21:39:58.122+01:00My end of the year speech as a stammererMy 'end of the year' speech as a stammerer.<br />
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Alas!<br />
So it's true, that when we see a loved one gets disgraced and mocked, those 'good for nothing' laughter won't come. We can only have our faces covered in shame.<br />
Yes, we often feel the same pain they feel. Yes we do.<br />
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It was around 10pm that night, I have just finished reading about Jabez. Jabez, the misfortune child in the Bible who found the root of his predicament after he asked his mother the story behind his birth.<br />
So I asked my mother too; Why do I stammer?<br />
She replied; I can't precisely say but when you were young, I used to make you stay at your grandmother's place while I go to work and it was later I discovered you used to suck her old sagged breast. She was a stammerer too, maybe that's the cause.<br />
But the 'wicked people' Yorubas call 'elders' say; "Livings must not speak ill of the dead". <br />
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Even when the dead deserves to be killed again.<br />
Sigh!. If not for father, I wouldn't have been Yoruba. But fate always win.<br />
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Being a young boy with an ambition of becoming an Engineer {Electrical or Computer}, I was given the best of education by my parent. I attended a private school {One of those that have seats for principal}. <br />
'Rock Eternal Model College, Dada Estate, Osogbo' really tried in helping me build my dreams of no plan. I was a student in science class who would brilliantly come last in the science subjects and pass others with crawling colours.<br />
It was the end of the year valedictory service and I was to present a speech as the class captain of the Senior Secondary School 3.<br />
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Everywhere was set, my classmates were elated having their representative address the school and parents as well as the uninvited guests. But no one was able to see the fears I harboured, I was scared of disgracing myself, my parent and my class with my dirty 'play head' which always skip.<br />
So, I went online to research on how I could successfully talk lengthily without any break in transmission, and to God be the glory. I found three tips;<br />
- Erase fear completely<br />
- Master and rehearse your words before pronouncing them<br />
- Don't look at the audience<br />
I did as the 'online herbalist' advised and I mounted the stage.<br />
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It was like the whole world was before me, the first thing that threatened my boldness was the sparkling bald head of my principal which always mirror the wickedness that governed his head. Another calamity was my proprietor's face which was ugly enough to chase Satan off his kingdom. But I ignored them. "God has not given me the spirit of fear", I said and rode on.<br />
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The hall was silent and the breezes were felicitating as I was speaking fluently, It was no miracle because I had prepared for it. I felt my intestines 'dabing' and my livers tweaking, I kept my eyes off those scary faces and went on shinning. <br />
But then, light went off; PHCN did what they know how to do best. In no time, the generator was put on and everything back to normal but something had changed, I had lost the trend, I had been swayed off the sheet I was holding. I had seen faces I shouldn't have seen and I knew there was supposed to be problem.<br />
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I grabbed the microphone and began, but behold the first word to continue with was 'Done' and it appeared like it was written in 'Chinese'. I tried to pronounce but I ended up playing with letter D;<br />
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-D-Do-DoDo-Do-do-doDo-dooo-do<br />
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I stopped, I relaxed a bit and tried again. But this time, even to pronounce 'D' was impossible. <br />
So I accepted my fate and dropped the microphone, I looked up and saw my friends covered their face in shame. I began shedding tears but before I made a scene, the 'Master of ceremony' took over.<br />
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It was the last day in school, that really helped me, so I left unnoticed. Though, those who loved me called.<br />
It was such a sorrowful moment, it's really a long time ago but "Once beaten, twice shy". Those who knew me then will never forget to remember. Even though, I have gotten a lot better.<br />
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Micheal Ace<br />
#AceProse<br />
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<p>Governor Nyesom Wike of Rivers State said although his administration will strive to complete numerous projects abandoned by predecessor, Chibuike Amaechi, the abandoned monorail will not be one of them.</p>
<p>“Rivers people have told me not to touch the Monorail left behind by the other government,” he said today in an interview on Channels TV.</p>
<p>Insiders said the project initiated by Amaechi has gulped over $400 million dollars, with the project far from being completed. In contrast, Cross River state that has spent less than $40million has its own monorail almost ready.</p>
<p>The monorail is a system designed by Intamin, and is similar to the monorail that was constructed in Moscow Russia for $240 million dollars by the same monorail manufacturer.</p>
<p>According to experts following the monorail development, the Moscow system that connects to the Moscow subway is more extensive than the Rivers system with more frequency of traffic and sophistication.</p>
<p>“The two companies building the pylons and track work designed by Intamin in Nigeria were; ARCUS GIBBS Nig Ltd and TSI Nig Ltd. Between the two partners and contractors with Rivers State, at least 40 billion naira ($270 million dollars) was spent.</p>
<p>Governor Wike had alleged that an additional $135million was spent on other related works, including standard infrastructure adjustments to clear the way for the rail line.</p>
<p>In Calabar Cross River State, the same firm Intamin, building the Rivers monorail, partnered with the government there to build a monorail system for N5 Billion (36 million dollars)!</p>
<p>The Calabar system is reportedly already functioning and is now conducting test runs.</p>
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<p>The death, burial and resurrection of Jesus which signifies the payment for the penalty of our sins, thus, purchasing for all who believe in him, eternal life in Christ Jesus.</p>
<p>Easter period, which is supposed to be a time when Christians truly celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, rather, they they engage in all sort of immoral acts such as scamming, womanizing, partying, clubbing and with the notion that they are celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ</p>
<p>Without wasting time, below are the ways sinners celebrate Easter.</p>
<p><strong>1. Guys patronize Prostitutes</strong></p>
<p>It’s very pathetic that during Easter period, some youths will save up their hard earned money and will squander it on prostitutes with the notion that they are celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. In as much as I don’t patronise these people, at least, I have friends who indulge in this silly and shameful act</p>
<p><strong>2. They Drink Beer and smoke Indian hemp as merriment</strong></p>
<p>This is the time when beer palour normally record a large number of patronizers. You see various sinners devouring turkey with their left hands with turkey on their right hands at pepper soup joint.</p>
<p><strong>3. Runs Girls Rendezvous at exotic places with Rich Men</strong></p>
<p>During this period, the demand for runs girls is usually on the increase, therefore, you will see them hovering at hotels, parties and shows just to attract interested and the best of chairmen.</p>
<p><strong>4. Guys Invite their Girlfriends for s*x</strong></p>
<p>This is how an average Nigerian guy celebrates Easter. They will invite their girlfriends for marathon s*x. Some guys will use viagra prior to her arrival and by the time the lady refused to show up they will resort to masturbating so as to relief their erected joystick.</p>
<p><strong>5. They go to club house</strong></p>
<p>Another way sinners celebrate Easter is that they go to club, drink and dance their lives out from dusk till dawn</p>
<p><strong>6. Thugs/Policemen create road blocks to collect money from car Owners</strong></p>
<p>This is usually common with thugs as well as policemen. You will see them barricade the roads and will not give way to vehicles unless they are being paid their Easter entitlement.</p>
<p><strong>7. Ladies Scam Guys For Money</strong></p>
<p>Another way greedy ladies celebrate Easter is that they hide under the canopy of Easter celebration scamming men for money. Some are even ready to offer their kitty-cats as compensation</p>
<p><strong>8. Fake Pastors Rob their members of their Tithes and Offering</strong></p>
<p>Fake pastors also celebrate Easter by scamming gullible church members, using Bible verses to scare them to sow into the church for the resurrection of Jesus after which they will load the money into their pockets and will be riding exotic cars. May God arrest these people using Jesus to scam</p>
<p><strong>9. They celebrate their girlfriends instead of Jesus Christ</strong></p>
<p>Instead of them to upload the pictures of Jesus Christ, they will upload the pictures of their girlfriends adoring and heaping praises on her</p>
<p><strong>10. Guys Womanize on social media</strong></p>
<p>I used to be guilty of this act before I gave my life to Jesus. During the period of Easter guys are usually found on social media e.g, Facebook, twitter and the likes, hunt for ladies to celebrate Easter with.</p>
<p><strong>Feel free to add yours</strong></p>
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Olakunlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812523390972845662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-61599551250779973872016-03-28T17:42:00.001+01:002016-03-28T17:42:29.971+01:00Bishop Tom Samson Gets Rolls Royce As Birthday Gift (Photos)<p><img class="size-full wp-image-128821 aligncenter" src="http://ift.tt/1Mw84UE" alt="BI" width="400" height="266" /></p>
<p>The General Overseer of Christ Royal Family Int’l Church, Bishop Dr. Tom Samson on Sunday received a Rolls Royce Phantom as birthday gift; the 2014 customized extended wheel base beast was a gift from his 50th birthday organizing committee to appreciate his impact in their lives as his flock. See more photos of the Bishop posing in his new ride below.</p>
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<p>22 Ghanaians were arrested on Sunday, March 27 by detectives from the Directorate General of Residency Affairs in the course of an immoral party held at a restaurant in Fahaheel area, says Public Relations and Security Media Department of the Interior Ministry.</p>
<p>According to the statement, the detectives acting upon a tip-off concerning an ongoing immoral party at a restaurant in Fahaheel area, dispatched a team of detectives to verify the information.</p>
<p>The officers took necessary legal measures and raided the restaurant after confirming the authenticity of the report, and arrested 22 Ghanaians; six male and 16 female, and all of them were in violation of Article 20 of Residency Law.</p>
<p>They were referred to concerned authorities for legal measures action.</p>
<p>Source: Arab Times</p>
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<p>Former President Obasanjo arrived Borno state earlier today on a 2-day visit and paid a courtesy call on the state governor, Kashim Shettima, at the government house. see more photos below.</p>
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Olakunlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812523390972845662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-24862085171556905582016-03-28T17:07:00.001+01:002016-03-28T17:07:22.392+01:00No Pay, No Work: ASUU Issues 21-Day Ultimatum To Kogi Government<p><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-128807 aligncenter" src="http://ift.tt/1TeqNp1" alt="kogi-unversity-senate" width="500" height="300" /></p>
<p>The Academic Staff Union of University (ASUU), Kogi State University, Anyigba, in Kogi State, has issued a 21-day ultimatum to the state government to pay the five months backlog of salaries owe its members after which they would enforce the principle of “No pay, no work.”</p>
<p>The union noted that while it was against corruption in any form, paying its members outstanding salaries would enable them continue the war against corruption without any hindrance.</p>
<p>Dr Daniel Aina, the Chairman of ASUU, KSU, Anyigba, lamented that ASUU members could no longer feed, transport themselves to work and pay their children’s school fees among others.</p>
<p>According to him, the state government had, in the last five months, failed to pay the lecturers their salary, saying the academic staff of the institution had been living in a precarious economic situation where they can no longer meet their basic needs.</p>
<p>His words: “No forms of corruption in extorting money from students could be allowed under any guise in KSU, but we know that a hungry man is more prone to corruptive tendencies. Therefore it is no longer acceptable that our members continue to work with five months backlog of unpaid salaries.</p>
<p>“The union has given the state government 21 days to pay all the outstanding salaries and to ensure that henceforth no salary is delayed more than seven days from the end of the preceding month, failure will result in “no pay, no work.”</p>
<p>The ASUU chairman stated that the best that could be done to forestall negative attitudes from members was for the state government to pay their salaries as at when due to guarantee free corrupt institution.</p>
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Olakunlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812523390972845662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-66792856915937808112016-03-28T16:49:00.005+01:002016-03-28T16:49:29.655+01:00YABATECH Alleged Fraud: Group Urge FG To Act On Panel Findings<p><img class="size-medium wp-image-128804 aligncenter" src="http://ift.tt/1Sh6y5t" alt="Yaba-College-of-Technology-Yabatech" width="700" height="427" srcset="http://ift.tt/1Sh6y5t 700w, http://ift.tt/25sxXLd 770w" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px" /></p>
<p>The Federal Government has been urged to constitute a panel to investigate the alleged fraud levelled against the Rector of Yaba College of Technology (YABATECH), Dr. Margaret Ladipo.</p>
<p>The Civil Liberties Organisation (CLO) made the call in a letter to Mallam Adamu Adamu, the Minister of Education. The CLO said that it actively participated and cooperated with the panel of investigators and submitted a memorandum to the federal government’s committee that probed the alleged financial impropriety in December 2015.</p>
<p>In the letter signed by Comrade Igho Akeregha, CLO’s President, the group expressed disappointment in what it called the long wait since December 2015 and expressed fears that the probe may be abandoned like past probes. The group said it is aware that the report was submitted to the Minister of Education and wondered why nothing had been heard since the submission of the report.</p>
<p>The letter read in part, “The CLO was informed that the panel had submitted its recommendations and it is on the table of the Honourable Minister of Education for necessary<br />
action.</p>
<p>“Having waited for months without words from government, the CLO is by this letter appealing to you to please do the needful so the staff (whistle blowers), who exposed the massive corruption within the system, are not abandoned to suffer for upholding integrity as they have been victimised and dismissed by the embattled Rector.</p>
<p>“We also have on good authority that as the delay lingers, records of the crime are being obliterated and more acts of financial haemorrhage and brigandage are also being perpetrated while both the whistle blowers and the nation suffer incalculable damage. Justice delayed is justice denied,” it noted.</p>
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Olakunlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812523390972845662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-53891547629668177182016-03-28T16:49:00.003+01:002016-03-28T16:49:28.194+01:00FG Says JAMB’s CBT Has Come To Stay<p><img class="wp-image-128800 aligncenter" src="http://ift.tt/1XYmxtf" alt="jambite1-300x225" width="455" height="340" /></p>
<p>The Federal Government has disclosed that the Computer-Based Test, CBT mode introduced by the Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB), has come to stay.</p>
<p>Prof Anthony Anwuka, the Minister of State for Education, made this known on Monday while speaking with newsmen in Owerri. His words: “The Computer Based Tests have been institutionalised by JAMB and there is no going back on this policy. Computer literacy is now in vogue all over the world and anybody that decides to deny himself this competency, has himself to blame,” Anwuka said.</p>
<p>Reacting on the staged protests by some candidates over the CBT examination policy, he said: “If a student, who goes out there and fails the CBT examination, decides to carry placard against JAMB instead of making concerted effort to be computer literate, that is his business.”</p>
<p>“The emphasis of the present administration is on science and technology, from the primary to the tertiary institutions. This policy will make the beneficiaries self reliant,” he added.</p>
<p>The minister, however, advised students to strive to become computer literate.</p>
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Olakunlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812523390972845662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481084688474374700.post-36576425427989072082016-03-28T16:49:00.001+01:002016-03-28T16:49:27.549+01:00Nigerian Student Killed In Brussels Terror Attack<p><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-128797 aligncenter" src="http://ift.tt/1TenOwS" alt="brussels-airport-explosion-30" width="620" height="465" srcset="http://ift.tt/1RFvqD6 160w, http://ift.tt/1TenOwU 620w" sizes="(max-width: 620px) 100vw, 620px" /></p>
<p>A Nigerian, Adeoba Moyo is among the 31 people killed by the multiple bomb attacks in Brussels, Belgian capital last week Tuesday.</p>
<p>Hafsat Costello, daughter of the winner of the 1993 presidential election Moshood Abiola, broke the news of the deceased Nigerian, who is said to be a student of Universite libre de Bruxelles.</p>
<p>A Facebook page in his name identified him with the Brussels university and Ahmadiyya College in Agege, Lagos. The page bears no photograph and no single post since September 2014.</p>
<p>In three co-ordinated strikes on 22 March, terrorists loaded with nail bombs attacked Brussels Airport in Zaventem, and the Maalbeek metro station.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Belgian police have arrested more than six people as major investigation continues into the terror attacks.</p>
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