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On the last Sunday of the month of June in 2016, I was early enough to make it half way into the Sunday school class. I sincerely can not remember the topic of the Sunday school lecture, but I can remember quite vividly that i heard the words "Buhari" and "Change" more times in a Church environment than I have ever heard before in one place. At some point, I found it hard to differentiate between Church and the newspaper stand at Okokomaiko bus stop.

"That is the change we are all suffering, because we have refused to read our Bible". Unsure of the relationship between the Bible and our now predicament with change in the country, I paid absolute attention to what the Sunday school teacher had to say next. " The book of Proverbs chapter 24 vs 21 made it clear to us not to meddle with people who come to us with change, because their calamity is sudden, just like it is in Nigeria now,  but we refused to listen. Some did not even know that the all knowing God had warned us about APC long before now because they refuse to read their Bibles and understand God. See this Bible " as he raises his very big and 47years old looking Bible over his head to show the whole church, "it is full of empirical facts, the bible will arrest and convict you of your sins, with empirical facts and strong evidence you can't deny, unlike the EFCC under this Buhari man, who arrests you first puts one on media trial, and then scramble for the first piece of evidence lastly. " At this point I left like asking the Sunday school teacher,  if we were still church, but it seemed an unforgivable thing to do, interrupting a man in his zone. Moreover I was enjoying his outburst, it seemed laughable then, his verbal and non verbal expressions, so I just watched him continue.

Executive House of Commotion

     
                                               

Good day Nigeria. You know what they say, "when the cat is away the rats play". While the President was away in London, Minister Rotimi Ameachi and his counterpart, Minister of State Ibe Kachukwu decieded to get into a little public squabble, to flex their muscles,  just because they could.
I watched the video of their little power tussle at the Akwa-Ibom town hall meeting  on YouTube over and over again this past week, and each time,  Rotimi Ameachi's body language appeared to be more flagrant the the already blatant words that fell out of his mouth. Minister Ameachi had always been a loud mouth from time immemorial, he uses words without caution and respect for the recipients of his addresses.

Minister Ibe Kachukwu on the other hand showed character.  His character really impressed me and other Nigerians alike,  according to the views aired on Twitter. However, not too long ago in April, I wrote a piece in respect to the unguarded utterances made by the Minister of State for Petroleum, at a time when fuel scarcity in the country was at its peak, and Nigerians were yearning for answers. The Minister's words then,  seemed unforgivable, but with his recent show of maturity  and respect to the Nigerian populace by standing up for what is right and giving a higher minister a good reply on all our behalf, we not only forgive his earlier excesses, we forget them.

When Change Collides with Education.

 The present Buhari Administration promised us "change" during their 2015 campaign.  Judging from the dictionary meaning of the word,  one would have no choice but to agree with Minister Lai Muhammad that this administration is hereby living up to all her promises. Starting from changing the price of tomatoes,  to changing the state of our economy, up to the recent change in our education.

Education in Nigeria is one industry that has collided with change more times than we can remember, since its inception.  Whenever members of the older generation starts reminiscing about the good old days,  I tend to ask a million questions before I get to understand phrases like "... back then in standard one. " or "... before I entered class four".  Even younger members of our society as well succeeds in putting me into confusion nowadays with words like " basic science " and all what not.  I look around our educational system,  and tend not to see a system that gives hope for a better tomorrow, but a system that says "change is constant,  even when Buhari is not President".

Dear PMB... The Change we asked for.

I love this country, and as I said in one of my unpublished piece "what matters is that the President do the job at hand with the best people he thinks he can work with". PMB might not read this piece today or ever, but let me just address my President briefly.
 Dear PMB, many Nigerians believe in the change you promised to bring, we are waiting patiently to see these changes affect the price of garri in the market , the price of kerosene, even the price of spicy biscuits and all the other petty things that affects the common man. We are patiently waiting for fuel price to crash, we want see the value of our Naira fly, we want to sleep and wake , sleep and wake again with electricity in our homes. I personally want to be able to wait till the minute am to go out, before I press my cloth, because the power is constant.

10 days in Lagos.

The very corrosive and unpleasantries of the Lagos breeze was the first thing that welcomed me into the Land of my birth after more than 11months of absence. I expected Lagos to miss me after staying that long away from her, I've never stayed 11months aways from Lagos' kisses and hugs. I expected Lagos to jump for joy at the arrival of her beloved son and give me a close hug, some fine girls to play with and kiss, a good job paying stress-free job on the island plus more, however in my very search for a warm embrace from the mega city I mistook the almost warm breeze at berger, for a welcome to the land where "All iz Well" for me and just me, forgetting that the berger breeze is a dish served to all that crosses the very berger border of Ogun state and Lagos state, irrespective of a newbie or a son born and breaded on the very streets of Lagos, in Okokomaiko. I later discovered that Lagos actually missed me, but not in the way I hoped, not in the proud "my long lost soon is back type of way" but in a "where did u go since," "come and continue enjoying the Badagry express way traffic jam" kind of way.
  Lagos didn't even allow me to get home before she made me wish I was still back at Awka. Change really swept through my Lagos, in ways pleasant to some and unpleasant to many many more, homes were brought down like hopes, walls and shops were left broken like a heart of someone learning to fall in love in the worst ways. Change came, and I almost lost my way. If only I could loose my way into a good job that pays in big five figures na, iFor like am.
  10days in Lagos, she did treat me thus, but I love her still. I love her for her girls, they keep my day fun filled and busy. I love her for my niggas coz they make the thorns of the forest less painful and harmful by just being there and laughing me through the pain. I love Lagos for my family, even tho we are one less person, she still did an awesome job of keeping my fam together. Am not sure anybody will read this, but if you did I just wanted to tell... am in Lagos and tis being 10days already.

If You are not losing friends, then you are not growing.

"If You are not losing friends, then you are not growing." MrJournal, iDon't knw hw true the above statement is, but what iKnw for sure is dis, iam not one to keep a very long list of friends, it's more like when me and you are no longer in the same geo-politcal zone,,, or on the same planet... Well dats when contacting each other starts getting cold.., dis might be a bad habit... Some thing, my bestie from secondary school (jide) complains about... And some times iTry to help the situation by calling and chatting more often... Buh it's not jus me... I and Jay still are good friends oo(or so iThink) buh calling and chatting almost everyday like pple dating, really does not sit well, wif me... Buh that dosen't change the fact that iLove my friends... (Not as much as iLove my pretty lil sis though)... Buh iStill love emm very much sha... U knw when things like watsapp and fb, are erry where... It's now easier to keep in touch, and grow up witout losing friends. *buh how easy is that*, first it was Habib hu started the BMC class of 2010 group on Whatsapp, and now MissRachel invites me to Career class room of 2010... iReally feel honored by their thoughts and gestures... As a matter of fact... It was kingsley that started this watsapp room thing first if u ask me... With friends world, (kings not the most reasonable guy in the world) (buh he's still a good cool fella... Deep down inside).... Lol... So iFeel happily nostalgic when ever am around my hommies frm way back via whatsapp or real life!. Just a few days ago, Obidi's set, class of 2014 english language and literature, Unizik... Wrote their final exams..m which basically meant... They were graduates(in the absence of any carryovers)... They we very happy, pop wine and pure water all over the place... And some of their gurls were screaming like a mad man was fucking them crazy... In the midst of all those craze.. iAnd most of my 300level classmates were taken by thoughts, of hw this time next year, "it would be us" and then it will be all over, coz no matter hw u look at it... The day u write ur last degree exam is the last day u'll see all yuh classmates(both the ones you love and hate) together in one place... Under no circumstance will y'all ever gather together complete in one place again... If u doubt me... Lemme ask u, since ur secondary school graduation party, have u ever seen all ur class mates, or half all ur classmates all in one place at once????... Even in the so called watsapp chat room, we all don't come up at the same time.. Dis is wha am saying... Everybody goes own, doing them self... Making money, falling in love, duping someone, or getting duped, some of us are getting married while some are getting knocked up.. iAin't judging... Am jus saying we all do ourselves.. Differently, we losing friends and making new ones, like a lizard shedding skin! .... Which makes me kinda scared of graduating... Because that might probably the last time I'll see char..or talk to her... Ogunbona... Will no longer be my guy..m he'll be some guy iWent to school wit, Ify, will probably be, in just my memory soon to fade away as days turn into seconds and hours into years!... And all these got me thinking... When in life do we have friend forever?.... Yes! When do we have friends that will last forever... Maybe, just maybe, I've got an answer.... U knw what journal? I think my niggas frm okoko will be my friends for ever(after much thought) thing is, iDont get to choose, buh those guyz... Guzman, UG, MrLiberrty, MrZing... , Mattew, Kings,,, Abbey, Chukwuma.. Segun!!! They are there... Always... When we go out and do us out side.. We still come back to the hood where we call home!... As much as iMight hate to edit the list a little iDont have thet right... iLoveMyNiggas..... #PlsNote.... iDidn't plan any of this... iJus wrote as it came.... If iDidn't mention year name... Then u not on the list. *wink*

Pls note that this piece was written in August2014, jus stumbled on it and thought to share again!

#NoBody'sPerfect Nobody is expected to be.... Buh we all are expected to Grow up!
                                         MrChinyere47 #HBDKingsMan!

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