Albert's love theory

...gravitation cannot be held responsible 4 p'pl fallin in luv. Hw on earth cn u xplain in terms of Physics n Chemistry so important a biological phenomen as 1st luv? Put ur hand on a stove for a min and it seems like an hour. Sit wit dat special girl for an hour n it seems like a min. Dat's relativity

Elections '11

It's an election year in view. D Nigerian election undoubtedly filled with loop-holes. Filled with converts btw over 50 political parties. One where blood-shed is a criterion for success. It promises to produce d same type of scenes as it has done in times past. But unlike those in the past, Youths shall go out 2 vote. PDP or AC. Whoever wins, will know it was hard earned. One where, the government shall be bewildered by d kind of influence d youths will have over d outcome of d elections. It's time for us to act as is expected. It's time for us to register 2 vote. Time for us to cast our votes without monetary incentives. Time to vote for our choice without prejudice. He who sits on d fence, is either a coward or an enemy. Long live Nigeria's democracy.

Once Upon a time; I wish...

Reading Law Reports, u'd see monies changing hands.
70k in d 60's = 200mil in d 90's.
Ok! Maybe I overexagerated a bit.
2010 is here, but where's d vision?
Hilariously, Uncle Jona... is the Energy Minister.
Since d announcement, light has not passed through my house.
Oh no! Dat's a lie.
My neighbour's generator was on.
So I actually saw light.
Hilarious?
Yes! It is.
Things seem to have fallen apart.
You say I am disillusioned.
But,
Maybe not.
But if this isn't an illusion,
God, help me see one.
I might just be right.
Wat is ur view?

My Tribe, My Bride

She said I'm her love,
She said she loved me "more than I loved myself."
That's how she put it.
She said I was Mr. Perfect.
Wonderful, adorable, her darling.
Her mother kept smiling,
Her father shock my hands with both hands.
I paused and I watched,
I loved it all.
Then I mentioned the 5 letter word.
That which damned me.
Yes!
My Tribe.
Handshakes stopped.
Faces frowned.
Hospitality became hostility.
Sir, Ma,
What is my crime?
I was born there,
I am from there,
But I didn't choose the womb
which bore me.
Have I wronged you?
What is my crime?
I love her,
She loves me.
Let not my tribe be an impediment.
I thought d coloured men had said "love cuts through tribe, colour and language?"
Was it a lie?

Promises of an angry heart

When I write in tears, I write from my heart. I've lived in d slum, d ghetto n d streets. Today I make solemn promises to myself. I've seen my real hate and I've seen real love. Though the love lasted, the hate lasted more. While the love was there for today, the hate stays on till tomorrow. I've seen forgiveness, but I've hardly seen forgetfulness.
When you live the life I live. A life of give but not take. Love but get hate in return. Trust but get sloth in return.
Now I make my promises.
I'll show u the stream, but I'll not show u how to fish.
I'll give u money, but I'll not show u how to make wealth.
I'll show u my intellectual sketch, but I'll have to find ur own substance.
I'll only love u, if only u've shown me same.
I'll know u, if u want to know me.
I'll only trust u, if u've trusted me.
D much u give, is the much u'll receive.
If u've never lived a minute in my shoes, u don't have d right to judge me.

Labake

At 20, she was married. Yes, to Baba Ibrahim, who was nearing 40 from his disposition. She walked and talked wit pride (the sort of pride you get from people who have been through a lot in their lives.) For her age, she seemed to have known too much. She would sit on your chair like she owned it. No Poise. Lot's of Toxic traits in her. But in all, she seemed to be quite productive.

Not much to say about her. She came on Monday, stopped working on Thursday and left on Wednesday.

She worked for Mama Semako.
It is indeed funny to know, that her husband was comfortable with her going to work as a paid maid. Like most landladies, Mama Semako cared little or nothing about anybody. She was one of those ladies who fell into wealth by accident.

Her grandfather was very wealthy in his time and fortunately (or unfortunately) her father who had enjoyed the wealth of his father, willed one of his properties to her). He dealt in Gold and precious metals. He was a founding parishioner of Holy Cross Cathedral, Lagos.

The man must have spent his money helping with the building of the church, because his name is boldly written at the top of the entrance into the it.

*back to the story*

Labake got into Mama Semako's house on Monday. She came from Saki, a village in Oyo state. She was accompanied by Princess Teni to see Mama Semako. Princess Teni did the price negotiation. At d end of the negotiation, Mama Semako agreed to pay N7,000.00 per month to Labake. Princess Teni agreed. So, Mama Semako paid for 3months in full. She also paid an extra N10,000.00 as transportation fee.

While the negotiation was going on, Labake knew not about it. She only got to know, when Mama Semako told her about the kind of work she'd be doing for her.
"Oh girl, what is ur name?"
"Labake."
"I hope u know the kind of work u'll be doing here?"
"Not really, ma."
"So they... Anyway, u'll be helping me in my shop with d chores."
"Okay ma." That was the response that damned the poor girl.

Mama Semako was a large tongued person. She had no problem wit hitting u where it hurt. She'd waste no time magnifying ur history, if u crossed her. A real talker.

My mum was not in d picture until Thursday. Before Labake came, my mum and our Landlady, Mama Semako had been at loggerheads. Not a big enough to cause a public show, but one that could turn fatal.

Princess Teni was my mum's friend. Mama Semako had met her on one of her visits to our cubicle of a home.

The week before Labake's arrival, Princess Teni had visited us. On that day, Mama Semako came visiting too. She came and complained about needing a house-help. Princess Teni promised to help her get one. And so she did. Labake.

In the two full days that she worked (Tuesday and Wednesday), we heard nothing. It was on the third, when Labake said she was not interested in the job again, that Hell was let loose. What was her reason for wanting to resign? She didn't like the kind of work. It involved lifting iceblocks, not sewing clothes. Madam always reminded her that her services had been paid for (N31,000).

Robber jumps into canal, brought out, set ablaze.

An unidentified robbery suspect at Oke-Afa bus stop, along the ever-busy Isolo-Egbe road in Lagos met his waterloo after a mob dragged him out of the canal where he had jumped into while trying to escape. He was beaten up before being set ablaze with a used tyre thrown round his neck.
The funniest thing is dat a friend of d suspect attempted to remove a ring on the burning man's finger.

Poverty, AIDS n it's harsh realities

At the age of 10, Nokubonga Qaba was left with the daunting responsibility of raising her four younger siblings in a remote village in Eastern Cape Province.

Now aged 17, she says her family knows the pain of going to bed on an empty stomach all too well.

"Sometimes there is no food in the house for days and I have to go knocking on neighbours' doors begging for food for my family," she says.

"Sometimes they give, sometimes they don't."

Her plight is not unique in South Africa. About 150,000 youngsters are raised by other children after their parents die.

Many of the deaths are blamed on Aids-related illnesses - South Africa has the highest prevalence of the disease anywhere in the world.

Poverty line

Nokubonga's parents died from tuberculosis in 2002 leaving her and her siblings in the care of their ailing grandmother.

When her grandmother died in 2004, Nokubonga assumed the role of mother, father and sister.

"We lived on grandmother's pension money, which wasn't a lot, so when she also died our lives took a turn for the worse," she says.


When our parents were still alive we didn't have to worry... things were easier
Nokubonga Qaba

With her siblings - and now her own one-week-old son - to look after, her days start at 0400 with a walk of at least 12km (seven miles) from their village mud-hut to collect firewood and clean water.

"It gets so cold in the morning sometimes that my entire body goes numb and I can hardly walk," she says.

"It's not easy at all, but I know I have to do it. I need the water to cook porridge for us and the rest so we can bath."

Her brothers and sister all call her mama.


CHILDREN AT THE HELM
In 2002 there were 118,000 children living without parents; by mid-2007 there were 148,000
Some 146,000 of the children are black
Eastern Cape Province has the second largest number of child-headed homes in the country
Source: South African Institute of Race Relations

They were between two and seven years old when their parents died, and their real mother and father are a faded memory.

In the family home all six children huddle around a fire made on the floor in the main room of the house - which serves as a kitchen and the lounge.

Rusty pots are piled up on a table in the corner along with plastic plates.

There appears to be little or no food in the house.

"It wasn't always like this," Nokubonga says.

"When our parents were still alive we didn't have to worry about a lot of things. Food, clothes and money to go to school... things were easier."

Ambition undimmed

When her grandmother died she was helped by a non-governmental organisation in the nearby town of Lusikisiki to negotiate a government grant.

Reverend Mthimkulu Msikinya, head of the Lusikisiki Child Abuse Resource Centre, says most of the families still live in desperate poverty despite the allowance.

Nokubonga feeds her baby boy while looking after her 1 year old nephew
There is only one bed it is shared by five children

"We help where we can but in the end a grant can only do so much," he says.

The town has seen a rising number of households where children bring up other children, he says.

"Diseases such as HIV/Aids have had an enormous impact in the number of children who are orphaned and left having to fend for themselves," he says.

Nokubonga does not get any financial help from the father of her baby - he is still in school and his family, like hers and many others in Eastern Cape Province, is living from hand to mouth.

She receives 650 rand ($87; £53) of foster grant every month, but this does not go far in a country battling a recession and soaring food prices.

"Sometimes the money gets finished in the middle of the month and we run out of food," she says. She has an older sister, 23-year-old Zodwa, who does not live with them but sends a small amount of money when she has been able to land part-time work.

Nokubonga returned to classes in 2007, when they began receiving the grant - but there is not enough money for them all to attend.

She hopes to get her younger sister Zanele, who is looking after the baby during the day, back into school next year and her brothers after that.

Despite all the hardship Nokubonga is determined to persevere with her school work and she wants to become a social worker.

In the meantime, she survives on grants, food parcels and old clothes donated by the community, trying to give her brothers and sister an easier life than she has had.

South Africa's Sharpeville recalls 1960 massacre

Sixty-nine black South Africans were killed in the Sharpeville massacre in 1960

Scene of the massacre in the South African township of Sharpeville on March 21st 1960. The police opened fired on a demonstration against apartheid laws, killing 69 people, and wounding 180.
Sixty-nine black South Africans were killed in the Sharpeville massacre in 1960

By Karen Allen
BBC News, Sharpeville

"We were shot at in cold blood - there was no warning," recounts Ike Makiti, a survivor of the Sharpeville massacre, as he stands by the graves of the township cemetery.

It's being hurriedly spruced up in time for Sunday's 50th anniversary and the arrival of VIPs.

Mr Makiti, was just 17 at the time of the shooting, a schoolboy and an active member of the Pan Africanist Congress (PAC).

He was heading back to school just after lunch on Monday, 21 March 1960, when he heard the sound of gunfire.

"We thought it was just firecrackers at first, then it became clear when we saw the blood that they were shooting at the people. Most of them were shot in the back, as they were trying to run away. It was clear that this was something serious."

Fifteen minutes of shooting transformed the massacre into one of the most iconic moments of the liberation struggle.

It marked the start of armed resistance and the banning of both the PAC and the African National Congress (ANC).

Unemployed survivors

Thousands of protesters had gathered in Sharpeville, just south of Johannesburg, to protest at the use of the infamous passbooks, or "dompas", that every black South African was expected to carry and produce on demand.

It governed a person's movement, was a tool of harassment and was one of the most hated symbols of the apartheid state.

Are we missing the point somewhere? Do we remember what we fought for?
Tsoana Nhlapo
Sharpeville First group

On This Day 1960: Sharpeville

Sixty-nine men, women and children were gunned down on that day, killed when police officers opened fire on the crowd.

The police station - where they had gathered - is now a memorial to the dead.

As South Africa prepares to remember Sharpeville's 50th anniversary with Human Rights Day, there is unease in this run-down township.

People like Ike Makiti who subsequently served five years in jail on Robben Island for being a member of a banned organisation, are disappointed that the promises of the new democratic government are not being fulfilled.

"Most of the people who survived that massacre are not working," he says. "I'm not saying they should be fed sitting down, but they should be provided with work."

Sharpeville's small shopping precinct is in a dilapidated state and many of the buildings have been boarded up. What remains is a small fashion shop, a hair salon, a butcher and a modest bar.

Soured mood

But two schools have closed recently and there are no sports facilities for the youth.

Tsoana Nhlapo, who represents an organisation called Sharpeville First, speaks for the younger generation - descendants of those who witnessed the Sharpeville Massacre.

She is pushing for the township to be recognised as a national heritage site, for an apology from the state for what happened here and, as in many other poor areas in South Africa, for delivery of better infrastructure and services.

"When apartheid was still rife we were complaining that the four-room houses were like kennels, they're not of good quality, but what happens now they're in power is that they're building even smaller ones.

"Are we missing the point somewhere? Do we remember what we fought for?"

South Africa's ruling party, the ANC, is accused of not delivering the basics like housing and jobs to the very people who fought for liberation.

The row has soured the planned celebrations for the 50th anniversary in Sharpeville, with some events even cancelled for fear that they could spark riots.

It mirrors the mood in a society dubbed the most unequal in the world and serves as a reflection of a new type of struggle South African politicians are having to face.

Sunday's Jos Crisis

CHRISTIANS IN THREE VILLAGES IN A COMMUNITY NEAR JOS WERE SHOT AND BUTCHERED IN
COLD BLOOD IN THE EARLY HOURS OF SUNDAY 7TH MARCH 2010
SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY WERE CHRISTIANS



THEY WERE MOSTLY WOMEN AND CHILDREN.



THEY WERE DEFENSELESS.



THEY WERE UNPROTECTED.



THEY DIED WITHOUT KNOWING WHY OR HOW.



SOME WHERE BUTCHERED ON THEIR BEDS WHILE MANY MORE WERE KILLED WHILE TRYING
TO FLEE FROM THEIR ATTACKERS; MOSLEMS WHO FEEL THESE PEOPLE DO NOT DESERVE TO
LIVE AND DO NOT DESERVE THE LIVES THEY HAVE.



WOMEN WERE HACKED DOWN AS THEY TRIED TO COVER AND PROTECT THEIR CHILDREN WITH
THEIR BODIES.



LITTLE BABIES WERE SNATCHED FROM THEIR MOTHERS AND THROWN INTO
THE BURNING FLAMES SET BY THE ATTACKERS.

Pregnant wit Problems

Y don't we progress in Nigeria? I keep asking. I've not found an answer yet. It's not dat I don't know wat to say, it's dat I don't know where to start. Let me start.

How come the same set of people have been ruling us for 50yrs?
How come a leader always picks his successor?
How come after Abacha's death, his wife still claims to be richer dan Dangote?
How come Policemen who are meant to protect citizens are busy protecting only those with N20?
How come a "vegetable" is our president?
How come d wife of d president is more powerful dan d Ag President?
How come we pay militants not to bunker our own oil?
How come d price of fuel increases, but d salary remains or reduces?
How come having electricity is a privilege not a right?
How come government claims to make money but d populace fails to notice?
How come public education is a luxury?
How come potholes define tollgates?
How come we need to travel abroad before our talents can be appreciated?
How come face me I face u apartments cost as much as Covenant's skool fees?
How come workers in public offices nag about everything?
How come pry skool heads sell free books to their pupils?
How come tithe is a must not an option?
How come joblessness is natural?
How come d family u were born into determines d kind of job u'll get?

Lebron James Changing His Jersey Number To Respect JORDAN!!!

According to ESPN, NBA superstar Lebron James recently filed paperwork to switch his jersey number from #23 to #6 next year, as a tribute to NBA legend Michael Jordan.

Lebron believes that for all that Michael has done for the game of basketball, no NBA player should be wearing the number 23.

So this is the first step, and he hopes other players follow.

Quote:
"There would be no LeBron James, no Kobe Bryant, no Dwyane Wade if there wasn't Michael Jordan first," LeBron said last year.

"He can't get the logo (Hall of Famer Jerry West's silhouette adorns the NBA's logo), and if he can't, something has to be done. I feel like no NBA player should wear 23."

Naked church in Virginia

It is a great thing for people to be comfortable with their bodies, but this church in Virginia has taken it to a whole other level.

Members at White Tail Chapel say they have no problem getting the word of God from a pastor standing naked in front of them. It works both ways since they also have the option of being naked as well.

The church’s pastor also says Jesus was naked during some of his most important moments.

What do you think?

Here's wat somebody ha to say:

God made us without clothes. There's nothing wrong with being naked. It's society that gave us the gift of shame for our bodies.
-MVTB

Fake breasts saves life

A woman who was wounded in a deadly shooting inside a Simi Valley dental office last summer may have died if it weren't for her size-D breast implants, her doctor claims.

Beverly Hills cosmetic surgeon, Dr. Ashkan Ghavami, says Lydia Carranza is a "lucky woman." She was expected to undergo reconstructive surgery Friday after waiting nearly seven months for her wounds to heal.

Carranza was shot in the chest when a co-worker's husband allegedly stormed the clinic and opened fire on July 1.

Mariela Paredes, 24, who had filed for divorce from the gunman was killed.

Poverty of d Mind

When did it become a crime for someone not to have money in Nigeria? Poverty is not good, but it is no reason to kill people in theway these people where gruesomely murdered. Just look at kids, women, men. Even if they were animals, they didn't deserve to die. May their souls rest in peace. God please forgive those who commited this crime.

Devillish kids.

Sometimes people do things and are forgiven, but wat these kids did is outrageous. This foolish boy and his friends decided dat d best way to wake a poor homeless woman in d street of d US, was to urinate on her. How pathetic can kids be again?

2day's quote

Life is like playing a violin in public and learning d instrument as one goes along

Just Around The Riverbend

What I love most about rivers is
You can's step in the same river twice
The water's always changing,
Always flowing
But people, I guess, can't live like that
We all must say a price
To be safe, we lose our chance
Of ever knowing
What's around the riverbend,
Waiting just around the riverbend

I look once more
Just around the riverbend
Beyond the shore
Where the gulls fly free
Don't know what for
What I dream the day might send?
Just around the riverbend
For me
Coming for me
I feel it there beyond those trees
Or right behind these waterfalls
Can I ignore that sound
Of distant drumming
For a beautiful sturdy wife
Who gives beautiful sturdy kids
And never dreams that
Something might be coming?
Just around the riverbend
Just around the riverbend
I look once more
Just around the riverbend
Beyond the shore
Somewhere past the sea
Don't know what for...
Why do all my dreams extend
Just around the riverbend?
Just around the riverbend.

Life

Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition dat's difficult.

Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans.

Life is a long lesson in humility.

NEPA bring d light.

D main reason y people run away from our dearly beloved country is cos of light. How can I stay in a country where light is as epileptic as an AM radio station (do they still exist?)

D holders of power brought d light some hours back. I didn't jubilate cos I knew it wasn't gonna last and it didn't. What kind of country is this. A country where electricity is a priviledge. Is this supposed to be part of the gains of democracy? What a shame!

If things don't get better, we d young ones will pick up arms and make sure things are done aright.

Y should I wake up in d early hours of d day to post dis on my blog if it isn't annoying me.

And Chelsea lost...

It has finally happened o.... Chelsea has lost to Manchester City. 4 - 2 !!! What a shocker. Drogba failed to score. Lampard did all d scoring 4 Chelsea but at d end of d day, it was the braces from Tevez and Craig Bellamy dat helped d visiting team win.
How dat happened I don't know. I wonder wat was going through Terry's mind watching Wayne Bridge play. Well dat's a gist 4 another day. 4 today, all I know is dat Chelsea lost at home. I just hope Man U has better luck.

Saturday cleaning. What a suprise!

Hi ya. 2day started well. I woke up, brushed, browsed, saw a movie and went to church for cleaning.


Cleaning in church is quite nice, when u've got ur peeps around. We raked, swept and gisted. Very nice. Here's Nelson clearing some dirt. It was kinda funny seeing him do dat.



After cleaning, I had a lil meeting wit some folks. It wasn't wat I expected, but still, it was productive.

Now I'm watching Hancock. It's old I know, but it still makes sense. D best part of d movie was wen a Will Smith diverted a rocket away from his chest. Really cool....

Catch ya later.

Public Diary

Today has been good considering. I spent almost all day indoors. No work. I only left home when I had to get to church for a meeting. I spent all day browsing. It's kinda fun u know. Just sitting in a place and surfing all sorts of stuff.

I was supposed to do an assignment for my supervisor before Monday. I hope to do it 2mrw. Anyway, today didn't bring any suprises so I'm alright.

My mum is funny, she left home since Wednesday with my stuff. She's supposed to return 2mrw morning and she sent it back 2day.

Wow! 4 d first time in day, I've been able to eat 3 square meals. Normally I leave home for my internship at 6:30am and I don't leave work till 5pm. It's good anyway. Thank God for the Public Hols. May d best of my today b d worst of my 2mrws.

Na nyt.

Who are we fooling?

When people do things and act like they don't care, we see them and act like we don't care. Some people ask, y should I care? But d question should be y shouldn't u? We are Africans no aliens. We have been born to care. Brotherly love is wat we were taught. How we have forgotten all that.

I attended my cousin's Inter-House sports competition some weeks ago. There I saw girls of all shapes and sizes. These were kids who couldn't be more than 17. They had all sorts of clothes on. But d striking thing was the fact that they all thought it wise to expose their cleavage. Why?

These kids have learnt wrongly.

How did d world get dis rotten? What went wrong?

This thing is not something they caused for themselves. They watched adults do it and they learnt from them. Pls don't raise an argument based on "Conscience."

It is indeed true, that we all have a conscience, but our consciences are built in the way we've been trained. If we've been trained to see 'killing' as a good thing, our conscience will see it as such.

The world is a small place. What we do now goes a long way in affecting someone somewhere. We might not know, but our actions have chain reactions.

Boys like me love to get our spirits aroused by such images but then, would we be happy to see our own sisters dressing as such?

I know babes have issues wit themselves, but I bet no girl would be willing to see her brother bring home a girl who has all of her cleavage showing. Babes pls advice urselves.

As a writer once wrote, "We are the people our parents warned us about." I pray we're not.

My philosophy is simple. When u do evil, people love u for the wrong reasons. When u do good, people hate u for the wrong reasons.

Don't forget that d wages of sin is death. Love ur neighbour as u love urself.

I'm no preacher. Just a regular fun loving guy.

Real love

All love dat has not friendship for its care, is like a Mansion built upon sand.

To love and be loved, is to feel the sun from both sides.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Simply miii.

The first step to getting d things u want out of life is this: Decide what u want.