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The Devil’s meal

downloadIt was hard to believe that the sun whose gaze had been angry and intensely hot all afternoon was beginning to wear a smile as though it were glad to be retiring for the day. I looked up to see the clouds enveloping it. If there was anytime I liked most in a day, it has to be the evening. The cool breeze kept blowing and I could feel its gentle touch all over me. I closed my eyes and sucked in the fresh evening air, I smiled as I felt it sail down my throat. The palm trees planted strategically towered high and the rays of the setting sun gave them magical looks. Being close to is indeed magical. I stood up from my seat and walked down to the dam few metres from me. Here and there, some girls chirped while others sang; their gentle tune played in my head and I marvelled at how beautiful their lives are. I threw one, two or three stones into the dam and watched the ripples it formed. I checked my wristwatch; it was a quarter past six and my boyfriend had yet to show up. I was supposed to meet him here. I made a list of excuses he would make for standing me up. Even though he discovered this place that I have come to like, it would take some begging and pacifying before everything goes back to normal. I already made to leave when I saw him.

I knew I should have run. The pace at which he walked was unfathomable, he was half-walking and half-running and I wondered why anyone would walk like that. He had the appearance of my boyfriend even with his masked face, maybe that made me stay. “He could be up to one of his usual tricks”, I thought. Every bone and tissue in my body asked me to run but I stood rooted to the ground, anticipating his next move. He was just a few metres away when I saw the gun. With all agility and strength I could muster, I ran. It took him some seconds to catch up and in a flash, I was on his shoulders.

“You have dined with the devil without a long spoon; you have no chance of escape”, he thundered

It really was my boyfriend. His voice had confirmed it. My next instinct was to scream but we are in the middle of nowhere; it would be of no use. I looked up helplessly as the dying sun finally disappeared into the clouds; into darkness.

I woke up with a start. I just had one of my frequent dreams. How I wish it remained a dream. I don’t know what the science people call this but I have been having dreams from what happened to me in the exact same way they happened. The devil incarnate himself was beside me snoring in his usually characteristic and annoying manner. How much I loathe him. It’s quite heartrending that I used to love him or so I thought. He stirred in his sleep and that made me scurry back into sleep in pretence; I fear him that much. With the dim light available in the room, I looked at the table clock; the time was 6:15 am.

“Thank God”, I muttered and sighed. Mine was a life of despair. Without warning, he yanked off the bed cover and gave a scowl with his always piercing gaze.

“Wh-wh-what do you want? I stammered.

“Did you really need to ask that question? Hehe, why are you so dumb, he mocked “Okay, I want my birth right”

“I didn’t know you were going to be up early, I’m going to the kitchen right away”

“I’m not talking about food here crazy pants. You are lucky I’m in a good mood today. I will be going out, be ready before I come back, no excuses” he said while caressing my face. With that, he kissed my forehead, laughed haughtily and went out.

I couldn’t bear it anymore; I let the tears roll freely as the events of the past two months started playing in my head…

It was a Friday afternoon and I had just come back from a lecture and was doing an assignment. The stories I’ve heard about the penultimate year usually being the most stressful were beginning to come true. I was getting bored when my roommate, Tobi came rushing in.

“Dami, I’ve got some exciting news” she said in her usual jovial manner

“Hmm”, I replied absent-mindedly “what’s the gist”

“There’s going to be a rave tonight at club GQ”

Now club GQ is that spot downtown of the campus that I’ve always wanted to go, especially with my ex-boyfriend whom I have just broken with at that time.

“Err… I wish I could go but I’m not really up for it and beside I don’t think a rave is for me” I said, still not looking up

“Come on” she insisted “you’ve always wanted to go to that place….”

“That was when I had a boyfriend” I retorted. Tears had started welling up in my eyes

“Ohh, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful with my words” she apologised “Still, that’s more reason you come. You need a break from this stress you’ve been through.  Tonight, you are going to forget everything and just have some fun” she insisted.

In my last lame attempt to get her off my back I told her about the ticket but she told me these kind of things are usually free for the ladies; it’s the boys that needs to pay.

The party was in full gear when we got there. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone. The poor lighting made everywhere somewhat hideous and the stench from cigarettes was sickening, I used one hand as a shield to guard against the cigarette fumes that had filled the area. Tobi led me to a corner of the bar and sat me down. Then, she gave me a drink and muttered something about not doing anything until I’m ready before she left. I stared at the yellow content in the cup as thoughts of the break up overwhelmed my already fragile heart. “Jerks” I muttered “They are all jerks”.

A tall shadow stood over me and I was forced to look up.

“Seems like you need some company” he said. I had told him not to bother but he insisted, saying something about women sitting and drinking alone at the bar means there is a lot wrong. He introduced himself as Tunji Oyekunle, a graduate from my university. I looked up to study him, from his  exquisite blazers to his Nike sneakers. Really, this rave was not meant for boys. We had talked a lot. He seemed intelligent and I found myself laughing at his jokes.

“This one here is a proper gentleman, maybe coming to this rave is not totally a bad idea”, I thought.

“Let’s get the out of here” he whispered

I asked no questions as he led me to a quieter part of the club and we talked some more; each person trying to garner every bit of information about the other. I had forgotten about Tobi as he offered to drive me home. The ride back to my hostel was probably the most comfortable car ride I ever had. I found myself relaxed as we converse as though we have known each other for a long while.

“What do you do exactly” I asked.

“Well, I’m into the family business y’know, real estate management” he answered.

We exchanged contacts and he planted a kiss on my cheeks while promising to call. A proper gentleman he is. I couldn’t wait to tell Tobi everything.

He was my first caller the following day and he called every day after that. We started hanging out as friends. My mind begged me to take it slow. No, I couldn’t, I’m falling for this stranger already.

“He is not totally a stranger. I know where he lives and what he does” I defended myself from my teasing subconscious.

He did take his time before he asked me out but I didn’t take my time before I gave him my yes. He was simply lovable, that was the only thing that mattered.

Everything was going on fine with us. He was the most romantic of all men. Maybe all men aren’t jerks after all. Tunji gave me that closure that I even forgave my ex-boyfriend for being a jerk, if we hadn’t broken up, I wouldn’t have gone to that rave and I wouldn’t have met the “most adorable” of all men. It wasn’t long before jealous people started spreading rumours; jealous people who include Tobi, my roommate and former best friend. They said I needed to be more careful with him.

“I did some digging, his three ex-girlfriends disappeared without trace. That can’t be a coincidence” Bolu had told me.

I should have done some digging but I didn’t, I trusted him so much that I believed him when he denied it. I was going to lose my freedom very soon.

On that day when everything was going to take a wrong turn. He had called me that morning, said he needed to see me.

“Where” I asked

“It’s a place at a quiet part of your school. I doubt you’ve ever been there. I’m going to text you the address” he said before hanging up.

I had gone to the place and was fascinated by the scenery. I liked the quietness; it was romantic. That was going to be my doom. He came out of the shadows and kidnapped me with little resistance and no one saw it happen.

In the not so comfortable ride to my prison, I asked him why he was doing this.

“It’s nothing personal. Torturing women just gives me pleasure” he said

“You lied to me” I cried

“No, everything I told you is true. You never asked me if I torture women: there is no way I would have lied about that”

We got to this mansion in the middle of nowhere. It was really secluded from the rest of the world.

“Your ex-girlfriends, what happened to them” I asked, I have never been more terrified.

“See for yourself” he answered curtly as he led me to the back of the building. There laid three graves with a bold inscription of the names of their occupants. He laughed haughtily and told me there was no escape for me. I couldn’t believe this was the man I loved; that I cared for. I told him this but he didn’t even blink before telling me that it was a mistake that I would have to live with for the rest of my life. My supposed love for him turned to hate then to fear that instant.

“What is my job here exactly” I stuttered

“You are going to be my every means of gratification. It’s that simple. And no more question” he said menacingly while seizing me by the hair and dragging me along with him; into slavery.


The toll of the clock in the living room jolted me back into reality. It took some time to realise where I am but the room I’m in looked strange. I must have been wandering about the house while recounting my story. I opened the first drawer I saw and there came a lot of white substances wrapped in brown parcels. I need not be told that they are drugs. I took the parcel to the living room and sat down. It won’t be long before he comes back. I can’t bear another look of his piercing eyes or the touch of his burning hands. I’ve had enough. Maybe it’s time to join the other occupants of the house at the backyard; maybe it’s time the graves become four. I hope this was the last time I will ever have to make a decision. I looked at the white substances and sighed. The coroner’s cause of death report will read “Died of drug overdose. Maybe that’s not a bad way to die. I prayed as I stuffed the white substances into my mouth; it is time.

From the distance, I heard the sound of police sirens, followed by a harsh voice on their PA asking whoever was in the house to put his hands on his head and surrender but I was already basking in the euphoria of death. If they are going to catch Tunde, it had better come from me. No girl ever needs to suffer so much in his hands. Maybe I’m going to be celebrated for putting another evil man away. With the little life left in me, I heard the harsh voice telling the prisoners in the house to stay calm; freedom has come. I have no desire to be freed, I have found my freedom; I have found it in death.



dcor It was a cold Thursday morning, so cold that people preferred the warmth of their beds to getting prepared for the day and had being very reluctant when they eventually had to get up. It was so cold that children wailed as they had their bath and their mothers also cold, with teeth gnashing fiercely never ceased to shout at them to keep quiet, but the children never cared to listen. It was a cold morning. The rain had fallen down in torrents and had stopped some hours ago but the effect it left was lingering. The wind sang sweet melodies, obviously nonexistent to humans but the trees and shrubs had no choice but to sway in rhythm to it. Dogs bark softly, cows moo merrily as they graze and munch the grass contently, it was a day of excess earthworms for the crowing cocks and cackling hens. Humans beings sure do miss a lot; every other thing God created was happy that morning except humans. The chill from the cold was bad enough: it was one of those days they would have to waddle in pools of water on those erosion-ridden roads.

Somewhere in the city, a man of about 38 rushed out of one of those fancy houses in a black Armani suit and red tie, he was about 6ft tall with curly hair, his wrist was adorned with a black leather watch and he wore a black shoe to match. He is not your average citizen. His dress, physique and poise suggest that he lives in affluence. “Oh my God”, he muttered under his breath “I’m going to be late for work.” On a normal day, this would not matter but he had seriously reprimanded one of his staffs who came late the previous day. He had a good punctuality record but yesterday was just too close; he cannot afford to be late. He must lead by example. He jumped into his Range Rover and signal to the gateman to open the gate and zoom he goes, without acknowledging the poor man’s greetings. Today was no normal day.

The sight of the highway brought more misery to his already down soul. “Yikes, I’m sure not getting out of this traffic anytime soon. Could today be any worse? He asked himself absentmindedly. He knew the response to his question but he was too weary answer. He knew there was nothing he could do but wait. He glanced briefly at his mobile phone, then his wristwatch “The bank alert should be in any moment from now” All his worries that morning evaporated at the thought of the money he was expecting. Gradually, life started coming back to his already dead heart. The money will come at one of those times he needed it the most. He looked back at the twelve years he had started work at the ministry of works and smiled satisfactorily. He was just a junior staff when he started but years of relentless hardwork has brought him to the top. His current job at the ministry is to forward the name of shortlisted contractors for construction works to the minister himself and his pay is enough to feed more than 3 families, that aside from the favours he get from those “pot-bellied” contractors. To him, it is by their grace he remains in that office. He wondered where he would be if he had chosen to be that straight God-fearing citizen he wanted to be when he was appointed permanent secretary some four years ago. “Thank God I listened to that invaluable advice…” Just then the sound of moving cars interrupted his thoughts, the traffic had cleared. He heaved a sigh of relief and sped off, leaving behind him a trail of dust. Within minutes, he was in the ministry. Everybody was doing their jobs with some kind of enthusiasm he could not comprehend. He instantly knew they had been idle all morning, his arrival had made their scurry to their different posts. On a normal day, he would have passed a comment but this was no normal day; he was more than an hour late. He took giant strides to his office, and his staffs also pretended to be so engrossed in their work. He pushed the door open and a blast of icy air greeted him, he had forgotten to put off the Air conditioner the previous day. He turned it off and settled down to the numerous files that awaited him. He glanced at his phone again and all the suspended thoughts came floating back in. He remember how after assuming office, he rejected a brown envelope from the first contractor that came to him, “I don’t take bribes” he had said. The bemused contractor had gone to his predecessor to report what he termed an anomaly. The former permanent secretary, being his boss and friend had called him and told him over dinner the norms in the ministry. “I heard you rejected a favour from a contractor today, Jide” His former boss had said in between mouthfuls.

“I don’t take bribes” he had reiterated.

“Look” his boss had cut him short “to make it in this country, one has to be smart. These contractors just want you to send their names to the minister. They know he has the final say on whoever the contract will be awarded to.”

He had thought about his conscience and the fear of getting caught, but he had been assured that he has nothing to fear. He thought about the extra bucks he would be getting and he felt fate has finally smiled on him. He had collected the first bribe, then the second and the third and he has lost count. All he has to do is to forward their names to the minister. Life couldn’t be simpler. Four years as the permanent secretary, he had enough to spend, his garage was stocked with the latest cars in vogue, his houses were of the latest designs and most importantly, his wife and children reside abroad. His thoughts were again interrupted by the voice of his secretary over the intercom

“Sir, chief Olaniyun wants to see you”.

“Show him in”, he replied. “I just hope he is not here to tell you story” his subconscious told him. Chief Olaniyun is a man with small figure, his eyes are rimmed with glasses, as he entered, Jide stood to greet him “you are most welcome, chief” he said.

“Good morning Mr. Olapade, I hope I meet you well” the chief greeted in a deep Yoruba accent. “You meet me just fine. Please call me Jide and do have a seat” he replied earnestly. Million thoughts were running through his mind, he needed the money badly. “I hope you are not angry with me, I would have gone to the bank this morning but the rain had disrupted my plans…”

“What do we do now” Jide said rather impatiently.

The chief swallowed hard and continued “As I was saying, I couldn’t go to the bank but I brought the money here.” He glanced around furtively and brought out a briefcase hidden beneath his Agbada outfit and laid it on the desk.

With ridicule in his voice, Jide said “I told you I don’t take cash”. “I know you said that”, the chief replied “but you told me you were sending the list to the minister at 11 today and I thought I might not make it. I have added a million Naira to the ten million, for your trouble”. Jide’s eyes danced at the mention of the extra amount, today is going to be a good day afterall.

“Okay, no problem” he said as he reached for the briefcase and put it under his desk “you have no problem, you have made the shortlist”. The chief thanked him profusely and made to leave after declining the permanent secretary’s offer of seeing him off. The door had hardly closed before he brought the briefcase out and the money in there smiled at him. He gave a satisfactory smile in return and returned the briefcase. He then proceeded to start his day work; numerous files stared at him and he gave a frown. Minutes later, he heard a knock. The chief and another man sauntered him.

“This is the crook” the chief said. Olapade Olajide looks up to study the man, he looked frail and  he had a cold stare permanently etched on his face. “The money is beneath his desk, arrest him detective” the chief cried. The detective went around to the desk and brought out the briefcase and opened it, the money was the exact marked one the police force had given the chief.

“Mr Olapade” he began “by the laws of this country, you are placed under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney and if you can’t get one, the country will get one for you…” Jide was at a loss of word, everything was happening so fast than he can comprehend, he watched, mouth agape as the detective put his hands behind his back and had them handcuffed. As he was led out, he heard one of his staffs say “Good riddance”… Today was no normal day. it had rained hard; the rain of nemesis.


Thank you for reading.


Without doubt, the emergence of the Internet has brought about a connected world and space where information seekers get their desired information in a flash. With the advancement in technology, the Internet has become a tool students almost solely rely on to get whatever enlightenment they need for their academic works. Verily, the internet has proven very useful to students but recent studies have shown that the internet has also proven to be a bane to students and youths worldwide.
British writer, Andrew Brown said “The Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life” As much as I don’t want to believe this; I simply do have to because it is the absolute true. The abuse of the internet has become a trend that we all, in some way have accepted. Actually, most of us can hardly do without it. Although its use for academic works cannot be over emphasized, the fraction of time spent on the internet for pleasure is very much more than the time spent on academic works. It is not uncommon to see students in class, devoting their attention to their phones while the lecturer, oblivious of the fact that someone is lost in the online world is going on with his job. The bottom-line is that students involved in this logically ridiculous habit hardly get anything from lectures they have attended.
Internet addiction is not limited to classes or lecture rooms alone; I’m trying not to overgeneralize but students erroneously, have had the belief that the internet is an important part of their lives. Time supposed to be spent studying is spent surfing the net, shuttling between social sites or instant messaging applications and of course online games. This has become most convenient to addicted students that they feel once they are not on the internet; they have been cut off from the world. This has put a major dent on personal and real life relationships of such students but has put even a greater backdrop to academic excellence. A study conducted on University of Ibadan students and published in “International Journal of Education Using Information and Communication Technology (IJEDICT) in 2013 reveals that of the 200 students questionnaires were administered to, about 97% of them were active internet users, 43.5% representing 87 students claim they browse the internet for about 7 hours daily, 25.5% representing 51 students browse 5 hours daily, 5.5% representing 11 students browse at 3 hours and 21.5% representing 51 students browse less than an hour. The study also state that the respondents admitted that they browse more on social media than academic purpose and indicated that social media help to cool off during their stay in the institution.
In the words of Nassim Nicholas Taleb:  “The difference between technology and slavery is that slaves are fully aware that they are not free” . We have become slaves to the internet without us seeming to know because of internet dependence. This may seem like addiction but there is a slight difference, internet dependence connotes that the reliance on the internet is so much that it is used for almost everything and we go towards whichever direction it directs us to. It is a typical scene for students to decide to consult the internet for their assignments and research works while overlooking the relative importance of textbooks and other reference materials. There is a grave misconception that all content on the internet is true. It is however ironical because any Tom, Dick and Harry can decide to post their thoughts on the internet which necessarily may not be true. The aftermath; they misinform a lot of people especially students and making such students score low grades in their assignments.
Students have also fallen to internet scams as a result of internet dependence over the years. Internet jobbers and scammers have seen an avenue to dupe students out of their money but who can really blame them? Last year, there was a report of a university student who part with her money while trying to get an iPhone 6 online, she got a phone, which only for the Apple logo uses a Nokia battery and in all sense is a fake. That is how bad it can be.
As I have stated, the use of the internet has become a hindrance and has had its negative effects on us students. However, its positive attributes and friendly nature cannot be underestimated. Perhaps, students should be reoriented on using the internet for their good. It could after all be a tool for education advancement in the country. I need not say more.

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Lecturer in charge: Dr. Koblowe Obono


Icha Ann. O. 177717 CLA

Shotayo Kafayat Damilola 177897 CLA

Ajala Oluwatobi Emmanuel 177601 CLA

Olawoyin Olaoti Victoria 177843 CLA

Onyena Esther Oluchi 177864 CLA

Ayodele Shalom Tijesunimi 178342 ADE

Adeyemi Iyanu .G. 184016 CLA


imagesOkay, I already posted this on facebook but I thought I should post it on here too. So here goes:

Sometime last year, I stumbled on a song of Alicia keys which has really found a soft spot in my heart. The song titled “We are here” decries various international issues and important ones at that, which much attention have not been paid to. A masterpiece I think it is!. It is the sort of music that I would start my day with- that I’ve been starting my day with.
It talks about the world doing little on issues that beg at least an iota of attention. The conflict between Gaza and Israel, the issue of the Chibok girls in Nigeria, crises in Iraq, the use of guns in the US and some other issues.
On the idea behind this song, she said “The day I wrote this song, I was sitting in a circle of people of all ages and we were asked, “Why are you here”. Why am I here? This really hit me deep level. I realized no one had ever asked me that question before…”
She has used her talent to satirize the ills of the society. She has also created a movement of the same name and has donated $1,000,000 as charity to twelve organizations. She has taken up some responsibilities and has tried to effect a change in her society.
This should serve as a challenge to us Nigerians and her song should be a poser: why are we here? What do we do to be ambassadors of change? What have we given to our society at large?
I will like us to think within the Nigeria context. What ills does our country have that needs attention and correction, what have we done to effect a change to these anomalies? What have we given back to our dear country? What impact do we make on people we meet? Why indeed are we here?
Sigmund Freud once said “Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility”. Can we say our phobia for responsibility is why we let ourselves be tamed in a system that could have been better, that we could have made better? We are here to take responsibilities, and one of these responsibilities is to our society. We are always quick to point out and identify the flaws or inconsistencies of others but we don’t pause for any moment and reflect on ourselves. We really don’t think on what we do and how it affects our immediate environment. We are often lost in our own world that we don’t think or care about the world of others. Our country does not always fail in her responsibilities to us; we often fail in our responsibilities to our country. We are here to take up responsibilities. We are here for all of us.
“Unity is strength, when there is teamwork and collaboration, wonderful things can be achieved” was what Mattie Stepnek said. Instead of wallowing in self- pity on our SUPPOSED failed country, there is more to do. Rather than trading blame on others, why don’t we stand together through these odds? Why don’t we rise united, rather than fall divided; as a saying goes, divided kingdoms are easily conquered.
Let’s take us down some memory lane, not many of us were alive in 1967 to experience the Civil war but we heard stories of it, how destructive it was to the nation at large and it took Nigeria a long time, especially the eastern part of the country to recuperate from the losses incurred during the crisis. It is to be noted that the major cause of the Civil war was as a result of division in the country, the Eastern region of the country made good their threat to secede and form a sovereign country of theirs.
When the Ebola virus was imported into this country, amidst the fear and panic, there stood some sort of unity, health precautions were strictly adhered to and people looked out for one another. Look at where it got us, Ebola is now history in Nigeria. I shudder to think what would have happened if we hadn’t stayed together as one during the vicious fight against this deadly disease. The victory against the menace of the sect, Boko Haram could be realized if we dare put up this positive attitude yet again.
With every passing day, the need for a better Nigeria becomes more imperative, but Nigeria cannot and will not change herself, it is right up to us to change our beloved country, it would be a great development to get back the Giant of Africa that has since gone into exile. What starts with us can change the nation. We are here to make our motherland a better place.

I really wish for a calm and peaceful election. One devoid of any violence or malpractice. I want a repeat of the 1993 general elections which till today is declared as the only  free and fair election the nation has ever conducted. I want to know how it was like to be a Nigerian back then.

These are my wishes and it could only be realised if we want a calm and peaceful election, one devoid of any violence or malpractice. That is why we are here. We are here for all of us. We are here to make a better Nigeria from now till forever and this election could be the key to changing everything for us, our families and our country at large. Our part we must do.

Finally, do continue to pray for the Chibok girls so that they may be found.


This article is not particular to the legal will, rather it is peculiar to the determination you might want to lose when faced with overwhelming challenges, those challenges that tend to test the faith and persistence of individuals. I might not have much experience about life but I know this, it is characterised by ups and downs. It is not always a bed of rose. The certain thing is that when life turns into “a bed of rocks”, it can transform into a bed of roses yet again, the price for this is patience, perseverance and most importantly, the will and determination. The wills you might want to lose…

“Joy is a final year student in engineering and is set to become the first engineer from his village. To celebrate this feat, his father requested him to ask his director for the convocation date so the villagers might come and honour him, but the director said Joy would not graduate that year because he is yet to complete and refused all pleas to grant him more time to complete this project. Well, Joy took the rather easy way out and committed suicide, leaving behind all what he stood for and all that matter to him, including his father” ( From Bollywood’s 3 Idiots).

I will like to make an hypothesis that an average person tend to get tired of life as one does a nagging child in the light of any challenge. Some people would rather just die than man up and face these problems. Even though suicide is against ethics and morals, some people still do it and miss out on the chance to make things right.
Most challenge confronting man is usually caused by man and can be set right by man himself. This won’t happen if he doesn’t man up and forge ahead in a bid to fix this anomaly. Life is so problematic that when problems come, it always tends to make us lose our will to live.
Joy Lobo of 3 idiots would not have died if he had been patient for a little more time, his project would have been completed if he had preserved, and he would have been the son he wanted to be if he hadn’t lost his will to live. But, that’s what life does; it keeps trying to steal this important will to live that only the strong can deny it the opportunity of doing so.

“ Chief Agblowomeeri (one who collects from those who don’t have) is a wealthy man in the city of Olowolayemo (the society knows only the rich). He has set his eyes on a piece of land close to the commercial centre of the city. It happens that this piece of land belong to a poor artisan who refused to sell it irrespective of the amount he was offered. Now, chief Agbalowomeeri is one who wouldn’t take no for an answer an always take whatever he deem fit for himself. The artisan left with no option when the chief’s pressure to forcefully take the land reach an alarming level took the case to court but alas, the land was declared as the chief’s but the corrupt judge out of “pity” advised him to collect whatever sum the chief is ready to give him or lose the land totally without any compensation, either way the land now belongs to the chief. The artisan left with no capacity or means to continue his fight eventually lost his will to fight for his property and collected a meagre sum he wouldn’t have collected if he hadn’t settled for court. The society is afterall for the rich.”
There is a saying that “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going”. This is true to some extent, however there is a difference in how strong we are to one another. People have different ways of dealing with their problems or adapting to changes, while some adapt so great to these changes and fight so ferociously to set things back to how they were, others do not or lack the will to. Others along the way loses the will they have built up over time and just stop fighting and accept things as they are. Everybody has an innate fighting spirit, what matters is how to amass the powers of this weaponry and use it in the war against life when its problems loom.
Life can be so cruel and hostile that you even lose this fighting will. It is common to see people lamenting their fates because they are deprived of something that could have been useful, that they could have fought with. The artisan lacked money and lost his fight against social injustice. How sad!
Lena has always have problems with men. They all seem to be the same- In one moment promise her all she could ever wish for but vanish in the next moment without actually fulfilling any of their promises. She has promised herself not to have any sort of civil or romantical entanglement with any man she ever meets again until one came. He seemed so perfect and gentlemanly that all the suppressed feelings came rushing back in and she thought she could give him a chance. She couldn’t be any more wrong! All seem perfect until she paid an unexpected visit and got to know that the man has a secret- he has a wife and children already. Lena has turned cold to men after this unfortunate development. She can’t afford to be wrong again, she has had enough.”
Many people after coping for a long time with disappointments and heartaches lose all their capacity to love. It is not uncommon to see a gentleman or a lady that swear heaven and earth not to have any sort of romantical relationship because they have nothing to show for their previous relationships. They really can’t be blamed, life can be so cruel, and people can be so cruel. Though, some may forge ahead courageously until their travails are over but others may not. Some may even seek revenge against the class of gender they think wrong them and embark on a destructive mission to break as many hearts as they can and disappoint as many people as they may.
The truth is people who set on this destructive part do not always get the satisfaction they hope for and desire and they continue to have regrets all over their lives and keep getting stuck in the past.
It takes a strong man or woman to defy all odds and live a long full life. They cling to hope and never lose their will. The will is life itself.

Never say Never

Sometimes in life, challenges come and it is very hard to find success or make things right. At these points, we get to a part that makes us want to give up. These periods may be so traumatic that all hope might be lost. In these situations, people, much to their chagrin think it is better not to try at all than try and fail. How wrong could this be? There have been stories of men that went through rough patches but kept going against all odds to have a taste of success, they wanted a taste but what they got is more of a taste, they got the whole “tasty” meal. They wanted to have a comfortable life, but they got life itself. A breakthrough is not far off as long as there is perseverance. It is perfectly normal to hit points of negativity when it seems all is impossible, at this stage; the thought of giving up becomes paramount and easy, so easy that it seems like the best thing to do. But giving up make us miss out on positive results and what comes with that is nothing but regrets. It is worthy of note that no matter how soon, regrets are always too late. It takes much iteration to achieve positive results. If we can see every foiled attempt as a challenge and forge ahead with the sole aim of achieving our set goals, it might be worth it. The two brothers that invented Aeroplane had to make do with so many disappointments but they didn’t see every iteration as a failure but rather a way of improving themselves because each test gave them new information which went a long way in improving their next model until they found one which worked and changed everything. Now, their names will forever be in the books of history. Not getting it right at the first or subsequent tries is not a sign to quit but it is simply a way to keep learning and knowing how to do it better. If birds can fly, why can’t we? Everybody knows that instant success is nothing but a myth. Nobody rises to fame overnight but there have been stories of people who hit the limelight in a flash. This is not always true, what looks like a sudden rise to fame is always preceded by tons of hard work or struggle. The journey to success is a long hard one, but when it “clicks”, we tend to focus on the last mile and forget all pains and difficulties experienced during the course of the rigorous journey. Life doesn’t work with myths, it works with actual facts and instant success is a myth which will be better not to dwell on. It only leads to frustration. Pablo Picasso said “Action is the foundational key to all success”. Anything worthwhile requires a great deal of action. Humans as shown like easy and comfortable things but nothing is easy on this earth. Anything we boast to have taken us at least an iota of effort to get. But sometimes our laziness get the better of us and make us do things that we ordinary would not have done and this bring the effect of trying to give up because we shrink from the effort and try and convince ourselves that we don’t need that goal. The truth is, if something is left undone, another person will see it and get it done. The world only knows whoever finishes a task, not the one who started it. To get up, do not give up. The diamonds are close, continue digging. Finally, it is probably best to know that the past does little to determine the future. The fact that we experienced failure at one point of our lives does not mean the future holds the same fate. Abraham Lincoln as a model faced many challenges in his political and personal life, but the last thing he did was give up, it was never for once an option. Gradually, he started to rise in the political hierarchy of the United States of America and became by far, one of the greatest presidents the world has ever known. He did not let his past overshadow his future, he did not let his failures mar his potentials. He never did give up, he knew giving up does more harm than good and he did  just well to avoid that. Let whatever is in the past stay in the past. Every new day signifies a new beginning.