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In the rush and exhilaration that usually come with the season of Christmas lies the tendency to ingenuously forget the opportunity it harbours; the holiday that affords us the room to spend quality time with family and friends, plan for the coming year and visit several malls with an eye for discount sales. It is also in this period that our incomes suddenly appear too small compared to the

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According to the Wikipedia, a spelling bee is a competition, where the contestants, usually children, are asked to spell English words. Each time a contestant is unable to spell a word correctly, they are eliminated and this removal process continues until an overall winner and some runner-ups emerge. And while the Wikipedia accounts that the phrase, spelling bee, was first used in 1825, the

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I was just standing outside a customer’s premises, waiting for a car to come pick me, when my eyesight caught a middle-aged lady rushing towards the same door I had exited, looking over her left shoulder and screaming loudly “Ping me! Ping me! I cannot hear you.” As she hurriedly walked past me, I tried to decipher what was happening. Obviously, she had alighted from one of the many Suzuki cars

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Image Name/Source: Africa / FreeDigitalPhotos.netThis is not a poem neither is it a story. It is merely an expression of thoughts.I did not write a thing about Nigeria on October 1, 2011. Yes, that’s very unlike me. I was not being lazy and it was not due to lack of insights that I did not write. I only thought of ideas that could work and realized the guilt of all. I wrote nothing, I only

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On ruptured walls in a crying societyLay water-washed, fading imagesOf local famous crooks, decried of larcenyWho for the sake of cast votes, ran off our rustic vicinityOn policed streets, are polymer notes of twenty nairaTravelling from hand to hand, and into deep black pocketsPotholed roads with hollows mighty enough to swallow careless goatsSit in the asphalted earth, with the looks of bald

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While work is the fundamental means of starting and sustaining a responsible life, hard work is the aura of adult responsibility, the reason why respect and dignity follow matured persons. And since late Pa Adam commissioned the need for hard work, every man who would live has found no reason to ignore it from the core days of their youth. But then, hard work does not guarantee the possession of

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The ancient city of Ibadan has been the capital of the pace setter state for a long time now. Since the time of patriots such as Chief Obafemi Awolowo, the town called Ibadan has remained the most influential of all towns in Oyo State. Without doubts, it is clear that none other is ready yet to claim this position from Ibadan except if the city, being the largest in West Africa will itself

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Last week, my country, Nigeria, had her second day of election in the set of three consecutive elections that will be conducted in April 2011 to determine our next group of leaders. Hitherto, many youths and elites in Nigeria have shown little commitment towards their civic responsibilities in the area of electoral activities and as such, the past elections have been coordinated with the

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Excerpt from the full article by James Lisandro Jnr.Jingles of incumbent public officers flood many state TVs and every time you watch or hear local news, you only watch a campaign in disguise. But that happens everywhere so, we will only be surprised if it does not happen here where many politicians are fond of counting their eggs before they are hatched. Ours is the country where prime

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Rainstorms followed raindropsAnd the aftermath was perilousThe desperate raindrops are fallenAnd pungent unwanted odour, risenSplashes of heavy raindrops prevailedIntense raindrops fell on glassesBreaking by smiting, piece by pieceThe rainbow couldn’t have its wayThrilling thunder-sounds filled the airEars of men suffered the threatsLightning ran across the skiesLike the light year had

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A swollen fist and a broken wristA bloody eye and a crumbled thighThe deed is done and a fate is sealedOne vagabond is dying and the other gleams with satisfactionA rich old man and a pretty young womanA man who wants to see the structure concealed by fashionA girl who wants to possess the luxury she cannot affordOne is without shame and the other is without moral scruplesA curious eye and a

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By Guest Writer: Lisandro Jnr.Last year, we watched and waited as power switched hands. One president died and after some gratuitous delay, another was installed. We observed as a pre-stated doubtful government agenda mirrored the critique-predicted end it would have. We stared as statesmen became amateur comedians riding on party caravans and playing around the streets where we live. Safe for

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When I remember those happy daysWhen little children would gather,Outside the huts in the market squareSinging, dancing and playingI begin to wonder how it all happenedThe world got better and bitterThe people became more religious but ungodlyThe youths gained aggression and violenceThe elders are finding solutions at a tortoise’s paceThe harvest of the field has indeed, perishedWhen I remember

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Penned on the first of October, year two thousand and ten.October 1 was our baby’s birthdayShe was born in a black land and bred by white handsOn the wall of fame, we see the portrait of the pastIn the books of history, we read of her pleasant exploitsBut today, see the image of her present lifeSee here, the bizarre image of a grey-haired toddlerShe is aging quietly, riding merely on the wings of

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James Lisadro Jnr's debut at www.omojuwa.com The present season is preparing to transform, clearing the stage for a new year and anticipating the lunar change. As harmattan struggled to kill the ink that penned this piece, I recalled that in other places like the UK, Canada and USA, friends are paying somebody, something or some firm, to remain unfrozen. Owners of coffee cafés, tea shops and

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A moment, it was just a smooth journey on a tiny roadAnother, it was looming death disguised as two crazy truck driversAs enormous shock ran up my spine at the speed of light,The idea of prayer absconded at the speed of soundHow could I have escaped tribulation?Other passengers had even worsened the atmosphereSuddenly, the pants of the guy next to me was soaked in urineAgain, the girl behind me

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If it’s locked up in your heart, open it upIt it’s hooked up in your mind, let it downIf it’s enslaved in your head, let it looseDon’t mistake a possibility for a ridiculous jargonNo idea is as useless as a rickety lifeless wagonIf it’s an intention, put it downNever keep it in the dungeon of your brainA brainchild is about to be born aliveNever cause a still-born by delaying the bringing

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One is a bandit, two are saintsLife is a cycleTime is a straight lineBut, Regrets will find their way into bothOne is a bandit, two are saintsMoney could buy wisdomWisdom could make moneyBut pride finds a way into bothOne is a bandit, two are saintsThe illiterate may not be innocentThe innocent may not be literateBut poverty has an affinity for bothCorruption captivates a nation’s

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It’s a wild afternoon at Patmos IslandThe want for crazy competition is thick in the airI look into the deep waterbed and shudderI shudder at my own reflectionBut I see a bloke at the other edgeHe’s dressed up for a quick thrust“Blow me some cool breeze”, he shoutsHe dives in and the chase beginsThis game of escape or die is an instance of psychosisIt’s either the shark gets fed or the boy gets

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Shile is an honest business man who has everything it takes to be called a wealthy man. He drives the best, wears what he likes and lives in a house that was built to his taste. He is barely forty-two and his net worth already amounts to 105 million naira. Besides, being the dependable husband of one wife and a responsible father of three kids, Shile has several properties and stocks and he sits

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If the world refuses to give the women folk a voiceIf the scheme of opportunities remain less favourable to ladiesIf the girl child is not chanced to maximise her potentialsThen the tale of exploits we keep telling would be a cooked fableWe have told the eternal tale of good deedsWe have written the amazing stories of glorious titansWe have witnessed the unmatchable endurance of fearless

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We are men who fear a God we do not seeWe are men who uphold justice at the hospiceWe are men, fond of our wives and mothersWe are men, bound by the good of the landWe are men to our fearsWe are men by our tearsWe are men of our wordsWe are there for our wardsWe are trained by the lamenting needs in the societyWe are strained by the needless sufferings in our communityWe abstain from the

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In Nigeria today, leaders that know the right are endless in number but the percentage of those that do them remains minimal. Among such are rare visionaries like Raji Fashola & Adams Oshiomole. That does not mean they, themselves, cannot do better but then, their performance in office cannot be ignored when compared with that of some other governors. If more of such citizens are given the

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Every temptation has a way of escape; every challenge has a weak point. Discovering it, is what we need to do. Just as building bricks are easier to crush when you hit them at a point of crack, our problems are easier to solve when we take time out to analyse them and seek for smallest details we have not been paying attention to. And this approach works in most for cases and at most times. The

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In African nations today, corruption has become a force to be reckoned with.It lives with the citizenry and runs in the blood of several government leaders. The people who are suppposed to be providing solutions are the very ones aggravating the weight of corruption; they are the very ones who sustain the existence of this force.If we say there are many unqualified leaders in Africa, we are right

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If U really need twenty naira notes as change in business or trading,call on the policeman on duty at the nearest road block. In reality,twenty naira denomination seems to be on demand. I think it's high timethe police force started "the twenty naira bank" where all transactionsare made in 20Naira notes. That way, offenders can pay their "fines"through ATMsMy Remarks: Let's call a spade a spade;

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On December 12 2008, a teenage girl stepped out unto the balcony of her house with a baby in her arms. She had just been instructed to take her little baby brother outside so he could get some fresh air. While attempting to lay the mat on which they would lie, a smoky object suddenly flew into her arms and landed on the baby’s face. Instantaneously, the object exploded, making three deep

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We are human beingsWe are not dogsWe are not catsWe are not rabbitsSo, we should never live like suchWe have senses to thinkWe have senses to choose rightWe have senses to cause a changewe have the means to choose rightSo, don't let's mess it up!We are not daft cos we're blackWe are not dull cos we're strugglingWe are not where we are cos of what we can't doWe are not here because of our worthSo,

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Corruption is not an independent factor rather; its existence is based on the essential availability of human players. In other words, corruption is absolutely dependent on living entities who allow it thrive in an atmosphere where unnecessary compromise exists. It is almost impossible to find a communal system that contains people with flawless characters. That is why corruption is found in

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Hear them chanting, singing and dancingSee laughter lurking beneath their mourning facesThey are panting like leopards running racesWith both legs under their thighs shakingIt is obvious that peace is far from themDeceptive smiles under hideous imperfectionsCrazy partakers of retrogressive evil impartationsThey walk around dirty shrines like herbalists chanting incantationsLike infections, sowing

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( A poem written firstly, for a friend and then, my friends. And finally, a poem dedicated to life, zoe, iye.)The breathe of a stranger might cause a snareA smile from a stranger will I not spareFor like ghosts dressed in horrible attiresThe breathe of a stranger frightens more than deadly spidersBut, a familiar breathe could calm a troubled heartI dare not stare a stranger in the faceI dare not

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Once I met a strange man on the street next to mine I realized that knowledge could be a better resource than a goldmine For though a mine could bring riches, knowledge attracts wealth The strange man had the habit of making people wiseIn fact, he himself-the strange man- was a habitA living habit yet, a character of bookworms He would acquire information and apply them to situationsHe would

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Confidence is not a virtue everyone you meet on your way to destiny will possess.In fact, anyone who has got enough confidence to be themselves picked it up their way up. Many of us, either decided to obtain it through consistent practice or got it into us through some past experiences we've had. Personally, I feel there's more to confidence than moderate self-esteem or optimum way of thinking

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Preparing for parenthoodParenting can be a very tasking responsibility. Why? Parents have to work, pay several bills, pay for rents, attend social outings, watch their health, help their relations, buy material things and take care of their children among others. Arguably, taking care of their children is the aspect that needs the most of resources. These resources include time, money and love.

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What is the Nigeria factor? It is the factor that causes many Nigerians to live their lives as it comes. In order words, it’s the factor that encourages vain living, corruption, lawlessness and lack of solutions. It has caused many to believe they cannot live better & more respectable lives. It has caused some to detest revolution subconsciously. The Nigerian factor is simply, the Nigerian

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Everyone wants to live a peaceful, happy and fulfilled life but not all of us are going to see this desire or wish come true. The reason is because some of us don’t have what it takes to transform our dreams into reality. Everyday, many join in on the road to success. Yet, countless get lost on their way (during the course of their journey to complete success). This was confirmed by Robert Mager

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Don't call a man who has just won a million dollars a millionaire.Instead, Call him the man with a million dollars- for in just a few days, he could become a billionaire, remain with the millions or lose all he has won.

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