October 1st Nigeria is 52! This is what I have to say!

This is not a blog post, it is just me talking to myself-so please pardon any errors. You can call it a soliloquy or monologue, even trilogue-me, myself and I. I should have posted this earlier but PHCN decided that today of all days, they would not supply my community with power till late this evening. Anyway, yesterday I wasn't really feeling myself. No enthusiasm, no motivation, no will-power, nothing...just little me playing with my phone and with my ear piece plugged into my ears listening to some Enya and Yanni music.

I was having my dinner when I saw something on a popular TV station about Nigeria being 52...yada yada yada...tune in at 7am. My aunt actually brought my attention to it when she said, "na who dey want make e wake at that time pscheww?" I laughed and agreed in silence. I also thought to myself, even if one decides to wake up to watch/listen, will there be power supply? 

In the Twitter mood, I tweeted about it.

@yincah tomorrow is for sleeping, not excited at all. A station showing Nig @ 52 7am. Who r dey expectin to b awake @dat tym? PHCN go gree?  and my friend replied

@frediliamomodu fredilia is vexing

which I replied back

@yincah Vexing ke. I get tym! I'm even enjoyin a plate of peppersoup with catfish and turkey. 

After some time on Twitter, I went into a shallow trance, swimming in thoughts of how life would have been if Nigeria was a land where the dreams of children and youths were not frustrated. I watch American films and hear Americans talk about the American dream; but I hardly hear of the Nigerian dream. Please if you do, let me know. Maybe that is too ambiguous, let me rephrase. What is my dream as a person and how can Nigeria make it happen? Nigeria hmmm...(screaming in my mind) Nigeria how can you make my dreams happen? JAMB question abi! 

If Nigeria were one person, these are what I would ask her (like a mother scolding her child): 

Why did you allow me spend 3years doing JAMB without admission? It is not as if I was not passing. 

Why did you pressure me to choose Chemistry all because I wanted to gain admission? Lack of proper counselling.
Why don't you ensure that there are career counselling centres in secondary schools to give our young ones a sense of direction before choosing a course of study in the university?

Why is it that schools are all about books at the expense of a child's natural abilities? I was good at speaking, writing, drawing and performing arts but who cared. 

Why are  graduates working in places where their talents and education don't fit just because they want to make a living? 
Why do we import virtually everything when God has blessed Nigeria with numerous natural resources?
Why can't we have stable power supply after 52 years? A piece of advise: you don't need to change the name again, PHCN=NEPA.
Why is corruption the order of the day amongst those who are supposed to be our leaders? They accumulate wealth at the expense of the people and still get national awards.
Why do perpetrators of evil go scot-free?
Why do the Rich keep getting richer and the Poor poorer?  

Why do our parents and grandparents say you were better in their time? What has happened to you Nigeria? What has happened to you o?
I am positive we all have our different answers to these questions. 

What can man or woman do? I thank God for our flexible and resilient nature, because anywhichway, we must make things work for us. That is why we are Nigerians!

I woke this morning and thought of the president's speech came to mind. I looked at my clock it was 8am. I checked, no light. Then I remembered the past gifts (fuel subsidy, renaming Unilag, my Alma mater) GEJ surprised us with and said to myself, "hope he doesn't give us a gift this time."     
Talk never finish but I wan stop...as a sign of respect 

Happy Independence Nigeria!
... I still love you. 

Planned her funeral...Superwoman's gone crazy n wild...

I love paying close attention to details, ranging from important things to unnecessary ones. For instance, every or let me say almost every morning I write my to-do list in my diary. Well, except for days I decide not to. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a super woman, I just tend to be  a lil bit forgetful and unfocused when my plans are just in my head. 

However, when on paper...you can say the superwoman in me comes alive. Thank you, thank you.(taking a bow with a wide grin). I love foreign movies and watching movies is my fav hobby. But I took it too far when I watched a film where a woman planned her funeral before she died; and her funeral was perfect. It took place as she requested, a funeral of fun and laughter...I actually liked it and nursed the idea for years. I watched this movie about 5yrs ago. Well, I penned it and superwoman came alive again. 

To-do 

write how I want my funeral to be

 * fun, no crying, fun songs and an atmosphere of laughter. 

* A slide show of beautiful pictures that speak a million words. 

* Plus a colourful obituary with pink as the main colour.....

Well, my bestie saw this and told me to cancel it from my diary and delete it from my memory. Come to think of it, if a friend of mine did that, I would ask if he/she has lost it or has just received a doctor's report. 

Well you can say that again...superwoman's gone crazy n wild.