On these days and these venues:Enugu (University of Nigeria, Enugu Campus) , 8th August 2011Abuja (University of Abuja) , 10th August 2011Lagos (University of Lagos) , 12th August 2011BLUES & HILLS Consultancy, in conjunction with BigScreen Media Ventures Limited present RealYouthSpeak! Conference 2011, tagged "Own Your Future."This initiative sees the speakers from different countries touring various campuses within Nigeria. They would be giving
I visited a funny wedding website and found a few photographs. They convinced me on how women value getting married. It doesn't matter who. They must make sure you show up. It seems to be the most memorable time of every woman's life on earth. Come to think of it (Guys). Your rude girlfriend forces the four words out of your mouth, and to please her, you go ahead and ask her "Will you marry me?. What do you expect? She's def gonna say YES,
Recently, I have been blogging about jobs, its beauty, its wackiness and its satisfaction. Like anyone who is fund of reading my blog posts, you would always find me telling a story or two out of everything that happens in that place called OFFICE. My last post (on jobs) was about busters and lickers. I pray you read it, and you have been following up too. This revolution of mine started on Monday, 13th June, 2011, when I woke up and felt like staying
Uloma is out again with a mind bugging reminder. She reminds us that we are Old, but we do not know. Uloma is one writer that does not write for publishers or awards. She's just a born motivator. Please read from her. Facts to make you know that you're now old 1. Windows XP was released TEN years ago, in 2001. 2. The “new” Millennium is more than a decade old. 3. Pierce Brosnan last acted as James Bond 9 years ago. 4. It’s been 10 years since
Recently, I bought the three famous books from Jalaa Writers Collective, and I didn't regret the time I spent reading them. Jude Dibia shows his talent in Blackbird, a story of ordinary people, love and regrets. I'm still reading Odili Ujubuonu's Pride Of The Spider Clan, and OMG the dude can write. Then there's this story that is threatening the life span of our ever popular Half of a Yellow Sun. It's Akachi Adimora-Ezeigbo's story of Biafra - Roses
Many people work with the mouth of a pistol held on their foreheads. They know what to do, but they end up doing none of what they know because the Boss’s Decisions will always be final, anyhow e be. Then, at the tail end, it doesn’t work and they are blamed for it. No one blames the boss. “If you knew it that well, why didn’t you use your dumb head!” the same boss would bellow. Then, there is always this group of colleagues who always fall at the
This morning, I woke up hating my job. No, it started the day before yesterday, just like every other Monday. Even opening the office door, saying good morning to my office mate and booting the computer was A BIG DEAL. I heard myself shout ARRRHHH deep within. Then, I said “I hate this job of mine.” My job is not a wacky job oh! At least I get to be hailed SIR once in a while. It doesn’t matter if my workers have MSCs or PHDs. What matters is that
I was eleven years old when they said that people were being killed in Lagos because they protested the cancelation of a certain election. Then, Lagos was my dream city. I wished to settle in that city in my adult days. I loved Lagos because I loved brave people, people who stood by the truth, gingered by legends like Fela Kuti, Gani Fawehinmi and MKO into standing for transparency and justice. Think of it, you would never win an election freely
Nnanna ran into the farms as soon as he saw me coming home for Christmas. He did not know who I was. He was three years old when I left Amuzu, and settled in Lagos with Akuchukwu and Ijelove. We set up a business at Idumota, where we sold pirated Nollywood movies. Soon, we became successful, shared the profit, and everyone went ahead to set up his own shop. We were all at Idumota, but I had another shop at Alaba. I had not started yet. I had no one
Insanity, nay, is sanityOnce peace resides within. I swear to you, I was sane enough to know that the floor was finished with cement screeds, and was cold, and that I sat on it. I knew that we were many of us in the large space that looked like a factory, and that people yelled in a manner that seemed that they needed liberty from bondage. I was sane enough to see, though hazy, the men that stood, with whips in their hands, in front of various
