WHERE ARE THEY?

WHERE ARE THEY?

As many artistes, both upcoming and ‘Celebs’ are making beats and hits in the music industry, I have sat with my hands on my chin to think of some ironies in this prestigious industry of ours. My usual curiosity led me to observe that some big names we shouted so loud, have tuned so low, that we now mention them in whispers.

       First on my list of missing names is my cool, crazy friend,

CHUDDY K: - He sent us crazy with that gaga hit that cruised about in night clubs and parties. Most of us questioned the lyrical content of such song, but who cares, so long as you can move your body and girls move their waist to the beat, the lyrics can be buried somewhere. His entrance in the industry that year got him a credible landmark, as he won the best street pop for that year. But I have come to notice that this dude, whose song, Disc Jockeys pounded in every night party, have either gone missing or changed occupation. Ever since he gave us that costly Brazilian hair, not much has been heard of him. Probably the Brazilian hair was so costly that he spent all his talent to purchase it. His managers at YQN should have informed him that a cheap ‘weavon’ would have done more good in keeping him on track. Please if you should meet my missing friend anywhere, help me tell him that the Brazilian hair he gave us is overdue, and now old. We need a new hairdo, this time a better one that won’t make us gaga crazy.

CHUDDY K

       The second on my list of missing names is my cool homeboy,

MISH: -  He loves home so much, that he would want to board an aero to his village. Most of us have forgotten that he taught us the now famous dance step ‘etighi’, when he busted our eardrums with that blazing single ‘AkwaIbom’. The lyrical content wasn’t so bad, judging by the fact that it wasn’t my language and I could barely decode its meaning. He used that single to teach us some nuggets about his culture. I have wondered where he might be; probably he has finally gone home, like he always wanted. Anyone who comes in contact with him should please ask him, if he used motor or aero to get to Uyo.

MISH

       I still have a lot of missing persons in my box of curiosity but I will kindly leave that for the subsequent edition.

Augustus C.

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THERE WAS A MAN.

THERE WAS A MAN.

The literary world didn’t remain the same after the advent of this man; I believe it will never remain the same after his demise. He had this strong will and desire to tell a story; he put this zeal on the wheels, by telling our story. He championed our cause. He was the only civilian that prophesied the first coup of our dear country, and it came to pass even before his prophecy was published.

       He didn’t hide his face in our mistakes and pretend that all was well; he never folded his arms, rather he pointed fingers to our mistake, and directed us out of them, even though we ignored him.

       This was a noble gentleman, who once lived with us on earth; he was so vibrant, that his demise left a vacuum in the lines of our history. He started the journey into the world like everyone did, had setbacks like most of us, but above all he was a success. He made the whites believe that we are Africans and indeed we have a history; he took us to the forefront and fought the battle until his last breath, he was seen as a controversial writer, his works were always poignant, as he injected into us, the wealth of his wisdom. To many critics, he was just a Paper Tiger.

       In most cases, he was misinterpreted, but his spirit was never dampened. To the old he was a hero and to the young he was a mirror.

       I have wondered if God is calling all our heroes home for another ‘ABURI ACCORD’, this time in heaven. Ojukwu fought our war with arms, and this man fought with pen. Why have they gone home, they have left us alone to fight for our throne? In the space of a year, we have lost two wisdom trays. The most recent of them is this man.

       He was a Man of The People, and now that he has gone, Things Have Fallen Apart, and the land is No Longer at Ease. We just hope that this is not the Arrow of God upon us. Indeed There Was a Country, and in that country there was a man, there was CHINUA ACHEBE.

Augustus C.

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22 Year Old Law Graduate EZINNE AKUDO Wins Miss Nigeria Beauty Pageant.

22 Year Old Law Graduate EZINNE AKUDO Wins Miss Nigeria Beauty Pageant. 

The winner has emerged for the  2013 Miss Nigeria contest that was held yesterday at Intercontinental hotel, Lagos.The winner, a beautiful 22 year old law graduate of Abia State University, Ezinne Akudo beat all the  other contestants to snag the crown.
She won N3million a brand new car, and a trip to California. 
Congrats Ezinne.

STREET KNOCKS

STREET KNOCKS.

Sometimes we realise, though too late, that in our desire to be a man, we have failed in our duties as a boy.

Growing up in the street is like living with a beast. It’s a jungle where you wake with a kiss and sleep with a hiss. I wonder why you will need an alarm bell to wake you in the street. Unless you are deaf to the cockcrows, rattles from rats, gunshots from gangsters and most of all buzzes from our dearest friend mosquito. These are the common alarm bells that can wake you in a street.

You don’t need an intro to tell you that you are in the four walls of our ghetto. One step in, and you are embraced by the ghetto sin, you either join the chorus or carry the cross.

STREET KNOCKS@ 07033000052

The law here is intelligence, acidic smartness, a lorry load of experience, craftiness and a bucket full of greed and patience. You tame what you catch, and just hope to hang on to it, before someone else takes what belongs to him.

In this street your best friend is a chain smoker, your colleague is a swindler, and your companion is a nymphomaniac. But one thing remains certain, you decide for yourself.

Suddenly you remember that your father is a deacon, your mother a deaconess, and you are already planning on becoming a saint. With all these friends around, it’s either you face defeat or quit the street.

However the decision lies in your hands, whatever decision you make, don’t forget who you are. Sometimes it doesn’t matter, what you are or where you are for now. What matters is who you are and where you are from now.

Augustus C.

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Shots From Home

shots from home

WHEN.

WHEN.

Life in the street has thought me to be cautious of who I meet and where I feast.

Trust has been lost, and neither friends nor foes can pay the cost. We all live in a sphere where best friends live in fear. Time has gone and yet we have not outgrown this fear of the unknown. The truth has been uprooted from its root and left unsheltered in the open air, to be bathed by the scourging heat of the sun and pierced by fierce thorns.

       We believe what we are told and share the same stories to the fold, without cultivating the interest to find out the truth.

       The truth is tied in a sack and left in the dark, while lies are brought forth to spotlight. Rumors are now the order of the day, driving freely in the subway of our subconscious. And leaving its imprints in the minds of those affected.

       No wonder those below are neglected, because those on top have been polluted. Those we deem to be wise have left us disappointed after they joined the mass in the quest for the endless gain of the grain.

Each morning we wake to a new crime and a new lie. Our mentors have left us midway into the journey; our suitors have left us halfway into the ceremony. We are left on a cross road. Caught in the trap of choice without a map or guild. Only then did we realize that we have entrusted our future in the hands of bleak creatures. Men whose conscience has been clouded with despicable thoughts.

       October 1^st signaled that we are 52minutes into the game and yet no goal attempts, only shooting wild our expectations like blind hunters. Exhausting gainful opportunities, committing leadership errors, and constantly loosing possession of our dreams. When shall we equalize our efforts with success? Must we wait for an extra tenure? Why can’t we utilize effectively the 1^st & 2^nd tenures available to us? Probably we are waiting for the luck shootout, where success smiles on the fortunate and leaves the hardworking ill fated.

       When shall we stand to the truth and unite our province with the actualization of our promise? When shall we put smiles on the faces of those whose loved ones were convicted in the misfortunes of the bomb and flood? When shall we become so patriotic to unite heart and might in the service of the nation so as to bring it to limelight?

       Nigeria will always remain our country, passion may strain but our affection will remain within its boundary.

AUGUSTUS BILL

2012