http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/ This is a discussion forum about Nigerian affairs en Sun, 22 Nov 2009 12:40:14 GMT vBulletin 60 http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/styles/webpoint/misc/rss.jpg http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/forbidden-fruit-hidden-secret-1253/ Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:26:12 GMT It’s been two weeks now, and Becky hadn’t heard from Eniola. In fact she had not had any chance to enquire much about him because she was wrapped... It’s been two weeks now, and Becky hadn’t heard from Eniola. In fact she had not had any chance to enquire much about him because she was wrapped entirely in her own thoughts. She had withdrawn into her shell, and was not communicating much with anybody, especially her mum. Becky has been avoiding any sort of communication with her mum, though she new her mum was trying everything possible to cheer her up. Becky blames majority of the turmoil in her life right now to her mum. More importantly, she was confused about how to talk of the burning issue in her mind currently. She was hoping everything will just disappear, she would wake up from this deep slumber and realise that everything was one big stupid dream. However, she hardly sleeps, and whenever she managers a bit of that, she wakes up to realise the problem is very much at hand.

Becky went back to see the family doctor after two weeks as arranged. It had become necessary because Becky wasn’t feeling all that recovered. There were still some dizzy spells, and in recent times she had been feeling sick and feverish. When she got to the doctor she was given some specimen bottles to feel up. After some time she was summoned to the doctor, who had a somewhat funny look on his face. The first question he asked took Becky by surprise. He had asked when the last time she had her ‘period’ was. What has that got to do with all of this? Becky thought to herself, that’s the least of my problems right now. I just want to get well, and resume a semblance of normality in my life. The doctor seeing that she was confused and somewhat irritated by his inquisitiveness told Becky she must be pregnant by the results of the tests conducted so far. This in part is accountable for the symptoms she is experiencing at present.

Becky was dumbfounded by this latest revelation. She hadn’t emerged from the shock of realising that Enola was her blood relation, and now this. She horridly told the doctor she had to leave right away, but will be in touch with him soon. When Becky got home she headed straight for her mum’s room. She burst into tears uncontrollably as soon as she saw her mum. Her mum asked what the matter was; indeed she felt some relief that her daughter had approached her after a while without talking to her. Becky told her about her visit to the family doctor, and the outcome of the result. Her mum was inwardly happy, but did not want to show her joy at the present moment, considering the stress her daughter was going to. She was however wondering to herself who might be responsible for the pregnancy. Was he someone she new? Had she met him before? Is he a new person in her daughter’s life? What was he like? Too many questions at the same time, but she would wait for the right time to ask.

Becky asked her mother if the herbalist she visited had told her there was a remedy for the charm she had obtained for her. Becky’s mum was taken aback by this question. What kind of silly question was this? She asked Becky if she had indeed used it, to which Becky replied in the affirmative. She also asked if the said person in question was responsible for her pregnancy, to which Becky answered in the affirmative. The last question Becky’s mum asked was if he was aware of the situation and what his reaction was? To this Becky said no, and also added that she had no intention of either informing him or keeping the pregnancy.

Becky’s mum was shocked by her daughter’s response. In fact she was beginning to get annoyed with her. As far as she was concerned her daughter was being very ungrateful and selfish. After all she had gone through with men, and her efforts in ensuring that she was able to attract a desirable and committed man, all she does is throw it back in her face with her irrational behaviour. Anyway, she would not overreact now. It might be that Becky is still suffering from the effect of her illness, and with time she would begin to appreciate the new development in her life. Becky’s mum was hopeful that this new man in her daughter’s life would turn out to be a good one, a successful one and one that will shower her daughter with love and kindness.

Becky could see a semblance of joy on her mum’s face. In a way she didn’t want to ruin that happiness, but the situation was hardly one to be happy about. She had to break the news to her now, perhaps there can be a way to minimise the embarrassing situation. Mum, ‘the person responsible for my pregnancy is your sister’s son’, Becky said slowing, but clearly. What? Which sister? Which son? ‘Eniola’, Becky retorted, the same Eniola that came to Nigeria recently from the USA. The same Eniola mum that I saw the other day when we went to visit your sister, and where I collapsed, mum. In fact, the reason why I collapsed that day was because the person were introducing to me was the same person I have been having an affair with the past few weeks, not knowing he is my cousin.

Becky’s mum sank to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. In between her weeping she asked Becky again, ‘and you said you used the charms I gave you’? She did not wait for Becky’s reply, knowing full well that she had heard her right the first time. Becky’s mum gathered herself together, and told Becky to go get dressed immediately. They had to go back to the herbalist to see what remedy can be made. This is a serious development that needs immediate actions. Becky’s mum now understood why Becky was adamant she was not going to keep the pregnancy. In fact, she was fully in support of Becky’s stance in this instance, despite being against abortion.

The visit to the herbalist hardly yielded any meaningful solution. The herbalist informed Becky and her mum that any attempts to abort the pregnancy stood a high chance of leading to loss of Becky’s life. Moreover, if Becky and Eniola did not marry each other, they would never have a successful relationship with other people. In fact, Becky would never bear the fruits of the womb ever again if she should abort the pregnancy, if at all she survives it. The herbalist emphasised to both Becky and her mum that there was no other solution to the matter, than for Becky and Eniola to live as husband and wife. Failing that, they will forever be moving from one unsuccessful relationship to the other. Becky’s mum pleaded unsuccessfully with the herbalist to find a solution to rectify this disgraceful scenario, but he retorted that there was no remedy to this particular problem.

On the way back home Becky’s mum was deeply engrossed in thought. She could not endure the ignoble disgrace amongst her family. It’s shameful enough that her daughter is pregnant, with the prospect of being a single mum. What is even worse is that she had been an accomplice in this whole debacle. In any case it’s against tradition for cousins to have amorous relationships like this. She had to find a way out of this mess, and as quickly as possible too. Suddenly an idea lit up in her mind. She had a bosom friend in Kaduna whom she can trust explicitly to keep a secret. She would send Becky there to stay until she puts to bed. She would contact her tomorrow, and if everything works our well Becky can leave. In the main time, she would explore the possibility of getting Becky a visa to foreign country apart from the USA, where she can live freely, away from this entire problem.

The following morning Becky’s mum concluded arrangements with her friend in Kaduna, and a few days after Becky made her journey to Kaduna to stay with her mum’s friend. She carried the pregnancy to term, and had a boy. Becky had a strange feeling about her baby boy. In a way she loved him, in fact a pleased to have him. However, the bay was a constant reminder to her of the events that led to her having him. As much as she craved to enjoy being a mother, and showering love on her son, she could feel a barrier at times inhibiting her from displaying an emotional attachment to him. Indeed it wasn’t the baby’s fault, but she was just not capable of overcoming her resentments. Fortunately, her visa to Spain had come through, and in a few weeks time she would be away from all this mess and her mum will be left to cater for Junior.

In the time that Becky had relocated to Kaduna, and had her baby, Eniola had made many attempts to locate Becky. He needs to clear up some lingering thoughts with her. In fact, she nursed a slim hope that they might have a future together. He had enlisted his friend Akin’s assistance in trying to track Becky down. For all his efforts, Akin was largely unsuccessful in doing this. It appeared that sooner after the meting in his parents’ house Becky had disappeared into thin air. Becky’s mum refused to tell anyone about Becky’s whereabouts. Akin had asked after Becky everywhere on her campus. She had appeared to have abandoned her studies. No one had seen her for a while and no one new where to locate her. Akin had staked out Becky’s house, hoping to see her emerge or enter the house he had dropped her off when Akin was in Nigeria. He had even tried to enquire in the neighbourhood, but no one seem to know anything. In the end Akin grew tired of the endless search, and advised Eniola to move on with his life. Becky most definitely had moved on, and wasn’t even thinking of Eniola.

Eniola refused to accept this, and so decide to return to Nigeria to find Becky by any means possible. On arrival, Eniola told his parents that he was in Nigeria for an unscheduled business trip. He was going to be away for a few days, and afterwards he would be returning back to the USA. He asked his mum for his auntie’s address, and took a taxi to the place given. On arrival he introduced himself to the man at the gate as Daniel from Abuja, with a message for madam. As soon as Becky’s mum saw Eniola she almost fainted. After the pleasantries, Eniola asked for Becky, to which his aunt asked why was he looking for her, and when did he actually arrive back in Nigeria. Eniola replied that he was in town for a brief business trip, and that as he hadn’t had been able to find out how she was feeling after the incident when they visited, he thought it a good idea to check on her while he was in town.

Becky’s mum was a bit relieved now, hoping Eniola hadn’t heard anything or being suspicious of anything. She told him that Eniola had recovered soon after, and had actually travelled out to Republic of Ireland. Eniola asked if he could have Becky’s address in Ireland, and her mum replied that of course she would be glad to give him the address. Unfortunately, she didn’t have it now she said, but as soon as she gets it she would make sure Eniola had it. Eniola didn’t know why he had this nagging feeling that his aunt was not interested in giving him the address. Furthermore, he was feeling that there was something his aunt was desperately trying to conceal, but he knew that there was no how he was going to find out anything from his aunt that she was not willing to reveal. He had finally come to a brick wall. With a heavy heart he decided there and then to return to the USA. If Becky wanted to contact her, he was sure she will, as he already gave her his contact details. He resolved to keep an open mind, and he would wait until he established contact with Becky. He already knew from the developments that Becky had to be somehow related to him, which meant that the possibility of a relationship was slim. He could have asked his aunt, but he knew that it would be unwise, especially if Becky hadn’t told her about them. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/forbidden-fruit-hidden-secret-1253/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/emotions-running-wild-1230/ Fri, 25 Sep 2009 16:55:45 GMT I thought of the appropriate way to put my feelings at present, but the most practicable of all my consideration is to post them here. Okay,... I thought of the appropriate way to put my feelings at present, but the most practicable of all my consideration is to post them here.

Okay, what's on my mind? It's this mad country called Nigeria, that's what's on my mind. Yes, not the average Nigerian people, but the high and mighty Nigerian elite. The corrupt politicians, the inept people managing our national affairs.

I keep asking myself all the time, why? Why do we have to tolerate all this nonsense from these morons called leaders? Basic welfare programmes are either none existent in our country or ineffective, but we are still tolerant of these bastards who can elope to foreign countries for medical treatment, foreign education e.t.c at the snap of a finger. Yet, we tolerate them.

The roads are so bad, ordinary people are dying incessantly on our death-traps called roads, yet we still tolerate them. There's no constant electricity for both personal and industrial use. Do we wonder why the price of goods and products are at an astronomical level? People are hungry in our country, Nigeria. Unemployment is increasing by the micro - minute, yet we tolerate these buffoons in political offices.

Okay, you are saying it's not the fault of ordinary Nigerians, but who's fault is it then? Many of these political rascals are in their present privileged positions because you and i failed to live up to our responsibilities. Yes, we have become docile in a country where, our leaders daily take us for granted. For example, our brothers, sisters, children and grandchildren are staying at home presently because the 'Yar 'A - d - Nothing' - led government is at daggers drawn with ASUU. Guess what though, this joke of a president finds it expedient to embark on a journey to Saudi Arabia, to do what? That's right, to go and Open a University in Saudi Arabia. (CLOSE Nigerian Universities. OPEN Saudi Arabian University - IRONY, RIGHT?). This, my people, is beyond believe. What is even appalling is that we are all quiet in the face of a travesty like this.

Democracy is a failure in Nigeria, simple as. What we have isn't democracy at all. We have no rights in Nigeria, and we lack the will to fight for what should justly belong to us.We daily pray to God to deliver us from this bondage we are in, but we have forgotten that 'God will only help us if we help ourselves'. We have created an enabling environment where these 'bad, bad leaders dem' thrive unfettered. They don't care about us the ordinary Nigerians, and they are self - assured that there's not a damned thing we can do about our plight.

That, my people is the summary of how i am feeling right now. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/emotions-running-wild-1230/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/forbidden-fruit-part-deux-1215/ Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:20:05 GMT When Becky’s mum got to her destination she was delighted to see Eniola. She hugged and extended warm greetings to him. Enitan was pretentious in his... When Becky’s mum got to her destination she was delighted to see Eniola. She hugged and extended warm greetings to him. Enitan was pretentious in his response, especially when he realised that only his mother’s sister had arrived. As far as he was concerned he would have skipped these visits to be with Becky if he had the opportunity to do so. Anyway, he was glad in part, because since only his aunt had arrived, he could hang around for a short while before excusing himself.

Later on that Night Eniola and Becky met at his hotel, and once again they enjoyed each others company as if it was the last. There was a different kind of radiance on Becky’s face every time Eniola looked into her eyes, and their love making was something Becky could describe as having never experienced with any man before Eniola. He was passionate, but considerate at the same time. He showed a romantic side Becky had never experienced with any other man before now, and his sweet words rang out melodiously, sweeping her off her feet and catapulting her into the high heavens.

Like the old saying goes ‘all good things must surely come to and end’, thus it was nearly time for Eniola to return to his base in America. Eniola had reiterated that within the next three months he would be back in Nigeria to see Becky. They had both agreed that Becky had to finish up her final year and National Youth Service before they could start making plans about their future. They both made vows to each other to always cherish the moments they had spent together, and the dedication to their new found romance.

Two days before Eniola’s departure he and Becky spent the whole day together, making love to each other repeatedly as if it would be the last time. They new that the time they were about to spend away from each other was going to be one of the most difficult periods , and so they both chose to make the best use of their last moments for some time together. Alas, Eniola returned home, as he had to honour the last set of visitors with his presence before he left for the USA.

Throughout the day before Eniola’s departure, he became extremely moody. He yearned to see Becky one last time, but there was no way that could happen. Becky had returned home too, as she had to accompany her mum on a visit to some family. Eniola therefore spent most of the day in his apartment. His parents noticed a marked difference in Eniola’s demeanour, since he was an adult there was little or nothing they could do. Perhaps he was brooding because he will be leaving them tomorrow after so long apart, and he was feeling miserable for that.

In the evening at about 0530 pm, Eniola’s mum sent a message to him that the expected visitors had arrived. Her sister and his daughter had arrived and Eniola had to come and exchange greetings with them. Reluctantly Eniola made his way to the main house, where his parents were hosting the visitors. As Eniola entered the living room he saw his aunty sat to one side and made his way to greet her. In the process he was oblivious to the lady who was sitting besides his mum chatting away excitedly about something. He hugged his aunty and they both exchanged pleasantries. Afterwards she called her daughter, Tiwalade to come and say hello to her uncle. Eniola turned to meet the eyes of his auntie’s daughter, and as both their eyes met there was a stunned look in both their eyes.

So many thoughts rushed through Eniola’s head all at once, as he recognised Becky standing in front of him. As Becky finally comprehended that Eniola was indeed the person her mum had introduced as her uncle she went weak at the knees, and flopped into a heap on the couch. Eniola’s mum and dad rushed to her aid and Eniola was stood transfixed to the same spot. What was going on? Could this be true? Becky’s mum approached her, wondering what must have made her daughter look like a ghost on being introduced to her uncle. She asked what the matter was, but said more or less nothing. After a brief period both Becky and Eniola were able to gather themselves together. Eniola moved forward to assist in making Becky a bit more comfortable, using a newspaper to provide some much needed fresh air. Becky also realised that she had to collect herself together, and not let feelings create any suspicions. There must be an explanation or a mistake somewhere, one that will clear all the confusion up later, or at least so she hoped. Eventually, it was suggested that the visit be cut short to enable Becky seek proper rest, and if need be medical attention to diagnose what the problem was with her. In fact her mother became overwhelmed with worry that as they made their way home she branched off at their family hospital, so that Becky could be seen to.

Eniola tried numerous times to contact Becky via phone, but to no avail. The phone was switched off. There was no one to turn to. He didn’t want to confide anything to anyone until he had spoken to Becky first, and he needed to do it fast. He was flying out of Nigeria first thing in the morning. His friend Ade was out of town on a business trip. There was absolutely no one else to turn to. Eniola finally summoned enough courage to ask for the phone number of his aunt from his mum, pretending that he wanted to thank her for the visit. In truth he wanted to enquire how Becky was, and if possible where and how to locate her. However, on trying her aunt’s mobile number, it too was switched off.

Becky was attended to at the family clinic. The doctor had diagnosed exhaustion, but had insisted on keeping her in overnight in case it was something more serious. He had promised that she would be released the following day, and she had to return in two weeks for more tests if she was still not recovered. Becky wanted to get out immediately. She desperately wanted to speak to Eniola, to get some understanding of what was happening. Suddenly her mind went to the items her mother had given her. The ones she had collected from baba Fatade, for her to use. She sank deep into her bed with trepidation. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/forbidden-fruit-part-deux-1215/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/forbidden-fruit-part-1-1209/ Sun, 06 Sep 2009 05:08:32 GMT Eniola had lived outside of Nigeria for the most part of his life. He left the shores of Nigeria at the age of 14 years, and had not once visited... Eniola had lived outside of Nigeria for the most part of his life. He left the shores of Nigeria at the age of 14 years, and had not once visited after that. The strange thing is that Eniola’s allegiance to Nigeria and his Yoruba culture had not waned in spite of the long time he had been disconnected from his roots. This unwavering allegiance is the reason why Eniola decided one day that he had had enough of a bachelor’s life and wanted to settle down and marry. Eniola had decided that he was only ever going to marry a Nigerian.

Thus, Eniola embarked on a 6 week holiday to Nigeria, largely to reconnect with the family he had been disconnected with for so long, but also to seize the opportunity to explore the chances of meeting someone acceptable for him to begin a serious relationship with, one which may eventually blossom into marriage. He was met at Murtala Muhammed international airport by his mum and dad, and his best friend Ade.

The first few days had been hectic for Eniola because friends and family kept besieging his parents’ home with a view to seeing the well talked about success that is their relation who had just arrived from abroad. Eniola had become a wealthy young entrepreneur in the United States of America, and a source of pride to Eniola’s mother who would telling anyone within an ear’s shot about her successful son.

Ade in the main time had lined up some high profile shin – digs which he was going to take Eniola to, perhaps he would meet someone who interested him there. Eniola was looking forward to these outings, but solicited Ade’s assistance in securing a very posh accommodation in a high profile hotel where he could have some privacy away from the numerous visitors that thronged his parents’ house just to see him.

At many of the parties they went to, Eniola rejected many of the ladies introduced to him for one reason or the other. After some time, Ade was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with his friend. Eventually, they both decided to call it a day, and retire to Eniola’s place, but Ade had to first of all pick up his girlfriend at University of Lagos. When they got there Eniola elected to stay in the car, while Ade went up to fetch his girlfriend. Ade had gone for only a short period when Eniola’s eyes caught the sight of this beautiful girl. She was medium size; light complexioned with big black eyes. She glided gracefully out from the same place Ade had entered the hall of residence, and she had a stack of books in both her hands.

Eniola scrambled out the car and headed straight for the lady. He ran swiftly, and caught up with her in no time, and introduced himself to her. She smiled and told him her name was Becky, and they chatted for a short while. Soon Eniola saw Ade making his way toward them, and told him they had to wait a little while more because his girlfriend wasn’t quite ready yet. Eniola said it didn’t matter, and that he wasn’t quite in a hurry to leave too.

After what seemed like eternity chatting to Becky, Eniola was able to convince her to follow him back to his hotel for dinner. Becky excused herself to go back into her hostel to get prepared, and afterwards Ade and Eniola and both of their guests headed for Eniola’s hotel room, where they dropped off their luggage and then headed for the restaurant. Eniola showed a different side of himself to even his friend. He spent money lavishly. He was ordering more food even though the one at the table hadn’t been finished yet. Afterwards they went to the bar and discothèque where once again Eniola spent a huge amount on drinks for his guests.

If Eniola intended to leave a lasting impression on Becky he certainly succeeded. Becky was in the healing process of a recently broken relationship with her long term boyfriend. There had been high hopes that they were going to marry after her youth Service next year, until she discovered that her boyfriend of four years was in another relationship and was only stringing her along.
She had vowed never to have anything to do with men again, but Eniola came into her live with a bang, and she just couldn’t resist the temptation of obliging his very polished and svelte approach. He was certainly the most polished, most affectionate and cultured man she had ever met, and all of these had began to create little hope that something serious might come out of this dalliance. Though Eniola hadn’t made his full intentions known, Becky couldn’t help hoping for the best. So when they returned to Eniola’s room, and he made advances to her, Becky didn’t put up much resistance contrary to her natural instincts. She didn’t want to ruin anything that had the chances of progressing further between them.

In the morning Becky had to return home at the insistence of her mother. She had called her to say she wasn’t coming home as earlier planned, but her mum had insisted. They were going to visit her elder sister, whose wealthy son had just returned from America. Eniola too had to return home to attend to some visitors he was expecting. So they had both arranged to meet back at the hotel in the evening.

On their way back home after dropping Becky off in front of her house, all Eniola could talk of was Becky and how he was smitten with her. Ade couldn’t believe both his eyes and his ears. In fact Ade had started to believe that Eniola was either unserious about finding a bride or had an unrealistic taste in women, which had made him reject all the women on offer earlier on. Though Ade had seen Becky a few times he didn’t really know much about her except that she used to be in a relationship with someone which ended a few months ago, and neither did his girlfriend know much about her since Becky always kept to herself on campus. In fact many thought Becky was a snub as she was not regarded as part of the ‘happening girls’ on campus.

Eniola arrived home to find arrangements for the reception of the visitors in full swing, but the most important thing on his mind was for the visit to be concluded as quickly as possibly so that he could return to his hotel to meet Becky. As far as he was concerned this visit was not as important. He made overtures to his mum to ensure that the visitors did not stay for too long, or in the alternative he didn’t have to stay till they left as he had to meet someone very important, but his request was meet with a swift rebuke by his mum. She told him in uncertain terms that there was no way she was going to allow his skip meeting her sister and her children. She was intent on sharing pride and joy with them. After all, Sholape her sister had assisted in nursing him when he was still a toddler, and after all these years away in the United States of America, it is only befitting that Eniola reconnects with them again.

When Becky got indoors her mum was already waiting in the living room. Her eyes’ were like thunder, she enquired who the young man who dropped her off was and where she was coming from. Becky informed her mum that the young man in question was her classmate, and that since her mum insisted that she had to accompany her to this family visit, she asked for a lift so as not to keep her waiting. Becky’s mum implored her to be extra careful, considering the plight she went through recently. Becky’s mum also informed her that she had certain things she had been told to pass o to her by ‘baba’, and they needed to talk when there is ample time. Her mum mellowed, and asked her to speedily get dressed so that they could be on their way.

On their way to visit Becky’s aunt, mid way through their destination there was a loud bang. Initially Becky’s mum thought the large bang had emanated from their car so she stopped abruptly, while Becky scrambled out to investigate. Fortunately it was the car behind them which had suffered a severe tyre puncture. As Becky proceeded to get back in the car though, a car on the opposite side had splashed a huge amount of muddy water on her apparel. It was so much that to continue with the journey was out of the question for Becky. She had to return home to get change, but as they were half way through to their destination, her mother didn’t want to turn back. That would mean cancelling the whole visit all together. Therefore, she told Becky to go back home, while she will continue to her sister’s house and explain why Becky had to miss the day’s visit. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/forbidden-fruit-part-1-1209/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/dilemma-sojourner-1157/ Sun, 09 Aug 2009 14:05:51 GMT I woke up this morning with a feeling of sickness, only i'm not really sick. Perhaps again i am sick, home sick that is. Oh yes i'm definitely home sick, and i've been for some months now. Every time now i see myself ruminating over the many happenings in my beloved country Nigeria. My thoughts are laced with all things Nigeria. My discussions are revolved around all things Nigeria. In fact, my choice of tv programmes are mostly Nigerian nowadays. Even my choice of drinks now are Nigerian. I'd rather watch HiTV, AIT and NTA as against the many other available sattelite channels available. I'd rather drink a bottle of Gulder, Star or Nigerian Guinness rather than alternative foreign beer. I'm visiting Nigerian restaurants and Nightclubs more often than i used to, and i'm listening to Nigerian music more often now. I suppose this change in lifestyle is what's brought on this new yearning for home, sweet home, and this is not in any shape or form the dilemma i face in itself.

The real dilemma i face is that i lack the courage to take the bull by the horn and return back to my beloved country Nigeria. Oh yes, i lack the courage, simply because i fear that i will not be able to exist appropriately in the country in comparison with my current lifestyle in my country of residence. That's the plain truth. I cannot exist in a society where there is lack of basic social and welfare amenities. Okay, i lived a great deal of my life in Nigeria long time ago, but can i readjust to the same hardships that inadvertently drove me out of the country? No.

I was discussing with a friend the other day, and he said you should go back and contribute your quota to making a difference. My belly still aches from the laughter that ensued. What difference? What quota? In fact i stand as much chance of making a differenmce in Nigeria of today, as a dead elephant walking. Especially if you arrive from 'obodo oyinbo', no one wants to listen to you. As far as they are concerned you have nothing to offer. Moreover, you are far better off than them, and so you have no moral justification trying to influence the ways things are done there.

Furthermore, it would be foolhardy to subject my young family to the hash conditions as it entails in Nigeria. All my children have lived all their lives abroad, and to subject them to incessant power outage, lack of portable water, road - deathtraps and inferior educational systems is boding on share wickedness. How can it make any real sense for me to take my family out of a place of settled livelihood and subject them to a life of uncertainty? On the other hand a part of me wants to get stuck in the process of re - engineering Nigeria, in the process offering my little bit towards making the country a better place.

I see people rushing back home in the face of the economic down turn, and i envy their courage. Unfortunately months later, i see them scampering back. My conviction is further hindered by this. They claim it's better to be unemployed in Europe, but at least be assured access to basic human dignity, than to return home and watch all your savings dissappear into thin air in the twinkle of an eye. So i want to return back home, but the inadequacies in Nigeria makes it difficult for me, and i'm sure if many people will be true to themselves it must be the same for them. I wonder how one solves such a dilemma like this. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/dilemma-sojourner-1157/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/swine-flu-paranoia-910/ Sat, 16 May 2009 07:09:15 GMT I just had to pen this short musing, after being away for sometime. I didn't think this would be the first thing i would write on returning, but that's the way things happen sometimes.

So it happens that last monday i had a bout of common cold. Okay, i was sneezing, and coughing, and had this croaked, whizzy voice, but i still had to run errands for mama omaks. So i got on this train, and as i entered i saw this youngish lady with a news paper glued (and i mean really close) to her face.

I stood close to her as the train was jam packed (as usual). I made concerted efforts not to sneeze or cough in the mist of people, considering on going health fears. However, sometimes it becomes nigh impossible to hold off, and so i tried to clear my throat systematically, while not coughing. I couldn't but help seeing this lady pull her newspaper down, grab a scarve tied round her neck and wrap it round her mouth and nose. She then shoved her newspaper back closer into her face.

My eyes met with those of another lady who was standing closer to me, and i could sense that she took a little dislike to this over reaction by the lady closer to both of us. In a jam packed train this lady was the only one taking extreme measures not to share in anything the rest of us was going to give her.

Well, being the type of person that i am, i couldn't help but making a dig at her, so as my stop was approaching i moved a bit closer to her and said in a loud husky voice 'Thanks for not sharing your swine flu infection' with the rest of us. Many of those who were in that carriage bust into a fit of laughter, and i felt so good for it.

By the way folks, i'm much better now, and in a better position to continue kissing and cuddling my new born baby.

Have a nice weekend folks.:D:D ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/swine-flu-paranoia-910/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/noah-arc-496/ Wed, 07 Jan 2009 16:35:54 GMT My name is Noah, I built an Arc, I built it at home, Not at the Park, I brought animals and birds, Some of them were Strong, They made all... My name is Noah,
I built an Arc,
I built it at home,
Not at the Park,
I brought animals and birds,
Some of them were Strong,
They made all sorts of noise all night long,
I wrote this poem,
It's like a song,
And i could go on and on.

(This poem was written by a little girl called Aliyah) ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/noah-arc-496/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/growing-young-da-day-490/ Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:33:27 GMT I woke up this morning to the question , 'How old are you dear'? I am sure at work this morning the question will be 'How old are you now'? Everyone will ask a similar question in different variants during the course of the day.:)

So trying to respond to the question, i started thinking, 'Why must it be How old'? Why not, 'How Fresh', 'How wise' 'How Healthy' or indeed 'how young'?


Now don't get me wrong folks, i do know the implications and meaning of the question 'how old are you now'. It's just that the question seems outrageously out of place, especially where i am concerened. YES! I don't feel old one bit. In fact, i feel very much YOUNG, both physically and at heart. Yes o, you will definitely find it hard to put a number on my age if you are not a member of my family.

The point i'm trying to make really is to thank the almighty Allah, for keeping me in good nick all these years, physically and mentally. The Lord has been good to me, and has granted me the luxury of growing YOUNG with grace. I can only thank him immensely.

Now, i hope none of you is thinking 'If this man is looking younger than his age he must be using some African JUJU'. Well, far from it. I thinks it's only by God's grace that i have been bequeated that gift.

For those wondering how old i am, let's just say I'm not yet old enough to get my 'FREEDOM PASS'.:D

Happy new year to you all folks. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/growing-young-da-day-490/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/falling-love-all-over-again-479/ Fri, 02 Jan 2009 12:17:48 GMT Yes i'm falling in love again,
With whom you might be thinking,
Myself i say to y'all.

Yes I'm falling in love with myself over again,
and all the people round me are better for it.
My love particularly has noticed a marked difference in the new me.

It's a season to be merry, but it's more like a whole new era of merriment for me and my sweetheart,
It's not borne out of selfishness,
rather i just didn't know how much i had abandoned myself.

During the course of the last year there were many good things, and some not so good things happening to me,
As a result other aspects of my life suffered immensely,
But like a proper trooper, i gathered myself together,
I reached deep down inside me,
And found the necessary resuscitation that has brought me back from an almost abyss.

The new me, ah how i love the new me.
I have instituted courage where there was fear,
I have discovered wisdom where there was foolishness,
I have unearthed maturity where none was existent in the past,
I have found love in place of loathing,
I am definitely in love again, and all my loved ones are better for it too.

'Sharing the confessions of a troubled soul' ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/falling-love-all-over-again-479/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/romance-groove-438/ Sat, 20 Dec 2008 23:50:30 GMT As usual Temi and 'Juwon are on their way to the stream,
To fetch water,

They are in the mist of their peers,
But it's almost an open secret,
Temi and 'Juwon are lovers
Have been for some time,

The silent, loving look,
The sudden disappearance behind the groove,
The quick touches,
The signs,
All with hidden meanings,

As they often do, they will disappear for brief moments,
In quest for brief moments together,
Their private time together,
Their golden togetherness,

'Juwon will sing in that melodic voice again,
Temi ever so attentive will grin from ear to ear,
Though she has heard it times without number,
The voice, in its husky baritone is the main attraction,

Suddenly there's a cry out for Temi,
And that signals time to go home,
Reluctantly, Temi and 'Juwon emerge from behind the groove,

But there's a lingering smile on their faces,
'cos they are assured in the knowledge that,
Tomorrow they will be together again,
Hiding under the cover of the groove,
To share their undying affection together again.
]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/romance-groove-438/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/president-month-430/ Fri, 19 Dec 2008 03:14:36 GMT Okay my people, let me ask y'all this question. 'How difficult can it be to be the President of Nigeria'? I ask this question because President Umaru Yar'Adua has been a 'Lame Duck' president for almost a year now, hiding behind the escuse of the Election Petition that was recently concluded at the Supreme court. One would have thought that the fact that his election was being disputed by his political opponents would have given him the impetus to make earth shattering moves to convince nigerians that he's the best for the job, as against the lukeworm and snail pace, 'laissez faire' attitude.

Anyhow, if i were given the opportunity to be the President of Nigeria for a Month i know what i would do. In Fact i know what my 'priorities' would be.

1. The long awaited 'declaration of Emergency' (whatever that really mean) in the Energy sector of the Nigerian Economy would be top of the pile . I would want to resolutely and conclusively find lasting solution to the problems of power outtage to imbue industry and enhance security and safety of the citizens.

2. I will put a dedicated and focused attention on security and policing in our country nigeria. We are still operating a police force which is achaic in nature as it is ill - equiped, for the modern day challenges of a beffiting Nigerian Police Force. Communication is a vital aspect of effectivie policing just as is mobility. Adequate equipment and armoury are other aspects of the police force that needs urgent and unequivocal attention.

3. At this point in time we need to start paying qualitative attention to the social welfare of the citizens. How many Nigerians are unemployed? what ways are available for rehabilitating the unemployed and making them efficiently employable in the scheme of our national development? What assistance can be developed to assist the unemployed, those seeking employment, the disabled, the infirm, the aged, and pensioners? These are particular areas that need urgent attention and positive programmes aimed at alleviating the sufferings of ordinary Nigerians.

4. The Constitution of 1999 needs to be revisited and, alterations made where necessary. Of particular interests to me will be the 'freedom of information bill'. Why are our politicians dilly dallying? What are there fears? Why are they against a freedom of information law? What are the fears and interests of other stakeholders? Also our electoral laws need to be revisited among other such important l;aws, and i will pay particular attention to move things foward speedily to enhance our constitutional provisions.

5. The Niger - Delta imbroglio has persisted for too long, and at a cost to not only the Niger Deltans, but the whole of Nigeria. I will use my position to encourage an attitude of 'All for one, one for all'. What affects the niger deltans, affects other parts of nigeria, and if the niger deltans felt as inclusive as they should have been we would not be at a stage of restiveness and wanton social upheaval as currently obtains.

I will limit myself to the above for the time being, but my idea is by no means exhaustive at this stage. The five items above are not in any order of importance or priority. I have just enlisted some of the issues i think are important and of direct impact on the lives of the ordinary Nigerian on the street.

Over and above, i think it is safe to say at this point in Umaru Yar'Adua's tenure that his government is not really people - orientated at all. In the almost one year since he clambered unto the rostrum of leadership, the majority of nigerians have not really felt any positive impact from his administration. An in a self indictment, Yar'Adua has recently reshuffled his ministerial appointees, perhaps to galvanise them into action, and deliver on those promises that are till date, yet to come to fruition. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/president-month-430/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/andrews-checking-out-again-right-back-home-nigeria-429/ Fri, 19 Dec 2008 01:40:51 GMT Atapatu told me the other day, ol' boy i dey relocate back to niger next month o'. That took me by surprise considering that Atapatu had spent the better part of 25 years abroad, and everytime we talked about Nigeria he always insisted he was never going to return back home.

Rosline and her family (next door neighbours) have also concluded arrangements to move back to Nigeria permanently in the coming months. The husband recently lost his job in the face of dwindling economic fortunes of his employers.

The story seem to be the same all over, in the UK, USA and many other European countries. The 'Andrews' are checking back to Nigeria in Droves. So the question now is, 'Is this track back to Nigeria by long living diasporians of any benefit to Nigeria as a Nation? What are the impending effects of this mass return of Diasporean Nigerians to their country of Origin? Would they be welcomed back with open arms, and trully re - integrated back into the society?

To be honest with you i have my reservations about this return to Nigeria business. For one, in a country where mass unemployment abound, where are these returnee - Diasporeans going to earn their daily subsistence? How would they manage to provide a semblance of the type of life they and their family have become used to over the years they spent living abroad? How will they provide for the safety and comfort of their family?

I continue to ruminate over this issue of returning to Nigeria, and as much as i too am tempted to follow soot i'm ill prepared for it at present. For one, i can't see me 'subjecting my smooth skin to the harsh beatings of the hot weather' in Nigeria. Neither can i imagine myself fighting civil war 2 with all those mosquitoes all over again. I even hear that these malaria parasite - carrying insects have a voracious appetite for 'I been to' blood. So imagine me even subjecting my children to this type of danger.

The roads are still bad from yesteryears, there is no discernible social welfare package, the type available in most western nations that i can make recourse to in the advent of temporary/permanent unemployment. Medical services are still similar to those obtainable in the 16th or 17th century. Even security to life and property is diabolical as it is dangerous, especially the prevalence of armed banditry.

So in the face of all of this, all i can do is wish those bold enough to take the plunge 'the best of luck', 'Safe journey back home' and 'salute their courage'. ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/andrews-checking-out-again-right-back-home-nigeria-429/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/serial-bottom-pincher-403/ Sat, 13 Dec 2008 18:20:14 GMT On my way to work the other day, i was oblivious to what was in store for me. I had gotten on the train, and as usual it was jam packed with... On my way to work the other day, i was oblivious to what was in store for me. I had gotten on the train, and as usual it was jam packed with travellers. I had my earphones on, and i had Leona Lewis' 'Forgive Me' steadily streaming through my ears.

Suddenly, i felt someone pinch my bottom from behind. This took me aback, as i didn't know anyone familiar enough to do that to me, and i remembered vividly that the only person hacken to doing that (My Sweetheart) was still fully tucked away in bed at home.

Anyway, i looked back to see who that might be, and there starring into my eyes was this short - middle aged lady, smiling and showing crookedly ugly and dirty teeth. I was disappointed and vilified in equal measure. Had it been someone beautiful, well turned out perhaps i wouldn't have minded. Even more annoying is the fact that i actually really liked the way the bottom pinching felt. It sent a tingle up my spine, and i will leave the rest to your imagination.

As such, i (being a consumate gentleman, and also a bit embarrassed by the whole thing) just kept mute and suffered in silence. Unfortunately i couldn't change positions as there was nowhere else to go on a fully packed train. I suffered a few more squeezes and just barely prevented myself from using some colourful words.

Anyway, as i disembarked from the train at my destination, and looked back into the train, i saw UGLY MAMA with a sheepish smile on her face, waving at me. A chap who must have been standing close to me and witnessed the whole episode said to me, 'You've just been had mate!. I bet you made her day. I don't envy you though, you must be a very patient man', we both laughed and went our separate ways.

Imagine though, if it were a lady who had her 'Precious Pairs' squeezed like mine did all hell would have been let loose. Since then though i have been constantly checking out my 'BOM BOM' in the mirror, just to see what could have attracted such unsolicited attention, but i'm yet to see it.:lol::lol: ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/serial-bottom-pincher-403/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/recession-digs-deep-374/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:16:26 GMT Nature has a funny way of taking charge. It is an open secret to may on our universe now that there is an adverse economic situation. So where there... Nature has a funny way of taking charge. It is an open secret to may on our universe now that there is an adverse economic situation. So where there used to be excess money to indulge ourselves in little shenanigans, we have now beenm forced to tighten our 'financial belts'.

Before i proceed further though, readers should give a moment's thought to how they are spending their time now as against the period preceding the credit crunch. Are there any people who have reduced or changed their spending habits? Are there any people spending more time at home, and less time outdoors?

Well, you are not alone if you are in the category of those with a changing spending habit. I was reading somewhere in a newspaper that people have started spending more time at home these days in the face of credit crunch and impending recession.

So how does this affect our lives you ask? Well, amazingly while we are spending more time at home/indoors the purchase of Codoms has sky - rocketed. :D It seems to me that many people resorted to creating their fun (no pun intended) at home. It would not be surprising if there happens to be a baby boom in the coming months, especially with the cold weather conditions too. :D:D ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/recession-digs-deep-374/ http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/wailings-orphan-1-370/ Thu, 04 Dec 2008 04:34:27 GMT O My Sweet mother, How i miss you so much, Since death so cruelly snatched you away from us I have missed you so much, Oh My Sweet mother,... O My Sweet mother,
How i miss you so much,
Since death so cruelly snatched you away from us
I have missed you so much,

Oh My Sweet mother,
Your lingering smile i miss so much,
Your tender loving touch i ache for each day
I yearn for those words of wisdom you so often gave me

Alas, death, wicked one,
You entered our house in the dark of the night,
And away you went with my sweet mother,
Thou coward, thou wicked soul,

You aimed to erase the memory of my mother from this world,
You planned to dampen the memory of sweet mother from our minds,
But you have failed,

Oh my dearest mother,
Thou linger in my mind always with fond memories
Death has failed, and woefully too.
May you continue to rest in eternal peace (Amen) ]]> omaks http://nigeriavillagesquare.com/forum/blogs/omaks/wailings-orphan-1-370/