Complicated ‘ish… Issue 2!!!

I woke up to some English guy asking me if I was NO. 153. No, it wasn’t any English guy, it was that guy we met outside. You remember yeah? Well, he told me it was my turn. Unbelievable, I thought, how long have I been sleeping. I looked at the time, and it was 2 pm. Wow. I hurriedly rushed into the office for my interview, and so as not to waste so much time on this story, I came out, happy. Hopeful that somehow I had impressed them and quite confident of a call in the near future. I entered my car, and instead of driving home, I decided to get melf to some fast food joint and get me something to eat. Damn! I was hungry. You know the kind of hunger that makes you feel sick, yeah, that type. I put on my phone, and as expected messages started to flow in. Text messages, Pings, Twitter mentions, Facebook alerts; and please don’t go looking at me like am one jobless guy, cos for God’s sake, I am!!! Sorry for that outburst; happens a few times. As I was saying, messages did flow in, a whole lot of them. I felt my face flush, and my heart beat faster. Somehow I knew, I had to check these messages and i couldn’t do so driving. I approached a filling station, drove in, and parked on the side. I decided to start with the text messages first. Confused, yet still. I opened the one from Temi’s sister Biola and it read thus– “Sammy, where are you? My sister just had an accident, please call me back when you see this. I have been trying to call you since morning, but your phone has been switched off. Please call me, it’s really serious.” The second message was no different from the first, but this time it was from my Best friend, Vincent, whom I haven’t mentioned cos we had a little misunderstanding the day before. My hands were shaking as I called Biola, Temi’s younger sister and only surviving sibling. I needed to know where she was. She picked the call on the second ring, and her crying voice didn’t do anything to ease my growing discomfort. I asked her what hospital they were in, and she told me. The hunger was gone. The hopeful thoughts about my job interview too. Why now? What was she doing outside that early? How did this happen?
I held on to those questions as I drove to the hospital. On getting there, I saw Biola talking to the doctor. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she immediately came to hug me. I held her for a few moments and then solemnly asked her what happened to Temi and how she was doing now. That turned out to be the wrong question to ask, as she sobbed loudly on my shoulders. She couldn’t even say anything. I turned to the doctor for help, as he asked me if I was in any way related to the patient. I felt like answering, well, uhmm, no, am just a stranger hugging her sister for comfort, but I was in no mood for a joke whatsoever. So, I told him, I was the patient’s fiancée. Bluntly, he gave me the bad news, “am sorry Mr.? He asked for my name– Samuel I said, yeah, I am sorry Mr. Samuel, he continued, but your fiancée is in a coma right now and we are not so sure she is going to come out from it.” That was it. The little sanity I was trying to maintain evaporated. I shouted back at him, “ What the hell do you mean you are not so sure she is going to come out of it? Is that what you are supposed to be saying? Won’t it be better if you put in more optimism towards your job? I kept it at it for a while, and the doctor? He didn’t say a word. The damn guy was obviously used to such emotional rants. I calmed down a bit to ask where she was, and requested to be taken to her. On seeing her and the way she lay, lifeless, at least that’s what it looked like; with all those machines I didn’t know their names, attached to her in one way or the other, I broke down. I knew nothing about medicine and hospitals but I saw what the doctor was saying. She wasn’t bandaged all over, or hanging limbs, but the color was gone from her body, you’d think she was dead. Where was she driving to and how did this happen? Those questions all over again. Then it occurred to me to check my phone for that call I cut off in the morning, and I wasn’t surprised to see that it was her. I went through my messages to see if she sent me any, and there it was; the reason behind all these. Her message read thus “ Sammy, am on my way to your house, and I’ve been trying to call you to let you know. I’ve got something important to discuss with you. Something I can’t tell you over the phone”. And just as i was about to maul over the text and wrap my head around what she wanted to come over to my place to tell me, the doctor walked in. yeah! The same doctor. He told me he had the results of the blood tests they did and that he wants to be straight with me and all. I was short of breath when he told me. Temi was 2 months pregnant. The pieces were beginning to fall in place. She found out she was pregnant and was coming over to my place to tell me. She tried calling me, I wasn’t picking, she sent that test message, I didn’t reply. Only God knows how worried she might have been. She didn’t even make it to the house. God. What was happening? Is this real? Now, I have two people to worry about. The doctor waited for me to say something, but instead, decided to leave me to my thoughts. This was surely the end for me. If she dies, I will definitely not survive it; I knew that.
I left the hospital to go get my things. I insisted on looking after/over her myself. She wasn’t responding to anything at the moment and there was nothing more the doctors could do.
Sitting down on her bedside and thinking to myself; can things just change tomorrow? Wishing I could take it all back. Everything that happened including the job interview. In my current state, a job wouldn’t even be the answer to my prayers. I wish… I wish!!!

FILLER STORY:

“Baby”… Like a whisper straight to my soul. Again, the voice, and the name. I jumped from my slumber remembering where I was and who I was with. Did she just call me? Again, “baby”… Yes she did. Temi was awake finally. This was a miracle. Yes! Totally… I fought against the thought of calling the nurse as I wanted to be with her just for the sake of the moment; as I held her hand. The joy and the tears that came when she tightened her fingers around mine.
Straight to the point— she recovered well enough to leave the hospital and come stay with me… we got married a month after she made full recovery. Our baby was alive and well. Everything was working out well. Oh, and I forgot to add, I got the job. Yeah yeah, that job I went that almost cost me my source of joy. And well, they pay very well, so am not going to pretend and say am managing. Nah!
It’s been a year after that whole incident and when I look back, I wonder what would have happened if she got to me on the phone, and made me stay home, and still have that accident. The job wouldn’t have happened, I might have even lost her. Who knows…

Main Story (Continued):

“Sammy… Sammy! Sammy are you alright, Vincent enthused.” He was shaking me by the shoulder. “I’ve been standing for more than 3 minutes and you haven’t said a word. I thought it was because of the misunderstanding we had, but you didn’t say anything when I apologized either. Please Sam, don’t kill yourself because of this. Temi wouldn’t want you to worry so much; you know her.” I was still as dumb as a donkey. How real were my thoughts? And how I wanted them to be so real that I got lost in them. God, please, I beg you, grant me my wish, I prayed. Vincent was trying so hard to encourage me and all, but I knew deep down inside, that my life was over. There was no way I could continue living. And by the way, this was my third day at the hospital and you know what’s worse, I DIDN’T GET THE DAMN JOB. What? Am I Job?
Well, hell no… But every man has a streak of bad luck once in his life. They have a choice either to deal with it and live. or not deal with it and live. And yet still, not deal with it and die in no time. This was mine, and I sure as hell, will not, cannot, and won’t even try to deal with it.

#Random:

Temi and the baby didn’t make it. Samuel died two weeks later in a road accident. They said he was drunk and he hit a tree with his car. Very unfortunate, if you ask me. Although we all know, that somehow, he took his own life and he wasn’t going to be sorry about it. He blamed himself for the death of his beloved. Why he should, I can’t tell from the story. But it sure was one sad story.

Morals:

If wishes were horses, our forefathers wouldn’t be dead and there might not have been us.

Pray you are one of the lucky ones.

Do anything you can to survive… emphasis on the ‘survive’, not the ‘anything’.

Life’s full of bullshit, but we have to learn to deal with our problems somehow.

Death is not the answer to everything bad that happens to us.

Love is sick. #my opinion though…

Our playful decisions can be life changing, lifesaving, life-taking.

Try and stay alive for those who love you. Who knows, if you live a careless life and die, your death might cause another death, and you might be judged in the gates of heaven as a murderer, even in death. Funny, but I know I wouldn’t take the risk of trying!

STERZ VICTOR…

Complicated ‘ish… Issue 1!

This is just some story that I wrote sometime ago. I had a feeling its something we could learn from. Unfinished still, but make sure to look out for the second issue, observe/enjoy the filler story, learn from the end.

Damn!!! That stupid alarm again. What time is it anyway, and why is it disturbing me? It was driving me crazy and I still can’t remember why I set it. I sluggishly stood up from the bed to type in the code for the alarm to stop . Phew, what a relief, although my ears were still screeching, and my eyes, almost acting on their own. I finally gathered enough strength to go take a look at my memo board and for a moment I thought I was still sleeping. As it turns out, I have an interview with Chevron today, and am supposed to be there by 8 am, and it was already 7. Still baffled, I entered the bathroom to have my bath and dress up as fast as I can. Minutes later I was combing my hair and wearing my shoe at the same time. Something must be wrong with me. I mean, how could I have forgotten. I know I can be carefree and indifferent about happenings around me, but this was my life. After 2 years of job scouting, I finally got a shot at a good job and am about screw it all up. I looked up at the clock and was relieved to know I still had 30 minutes to get there. I was still trying to knot my tie and put on my suit when my phone rang. I didn’t even bother to look at who was calling as I switched it off. Nothing will make me miss this interview today. The devil must be a very fat liar. That and other crazy notions filled my thoughts as I stepped outside my house and into my car. Luckily I had one. Even though it was a Honda bulldog I have always had since my 300 level in the uni. Wait, Hold on, somehow I have not mentioned my name or any other stuff about me. Something must be really really wrong with me, although I can’t remember getting high on anything last night. My name is Samuel Idemili Johnson, a first class graduate of chemical engineering and I did my university education in Uniben. Yeah! You are definitely seeing this right. First class from Uniben (peace sign). BS abeg. First class doesn’t give you job in Nigeria. Not without the right connections and some money exchanging hands. I am the second born and the only son in a family of 3 and my parents are alive and together. My family is an average one. In fact, too average (on the low-side), but we are not poor. My parents have not gone to the village to go and live yet and at least they can afford living in a flat and paying comfortably. And also paying mine too. As sad as it might be but that’s the way life is for Me now. That’s proof enough. That aside, I have been a graduate for 2 years now and it’s the same old story. No connection, no job. Or better, no good job. This wasn’t how I planned my life though. By now I should have been married to my girlfriend turned fianceé of 4 years; Temi, (mm mm), a wonderful gift from God. Maybe with a kid or two, settled down fully in GRA, and a high earner in any company I would have been working for. Anyway, such’s life. You never get exactly what you wish for and somehow, life seems to find a way to give you the opposite. That’s a bit about me. If there’s anything more you need to know about me, you definitely will, in good time. Back to my job hunt, I drove, or let me say, I found myself at the Chevron office in little or no time at all. Don’t ask me how, cos I don’t even remember seeing any other car on the road. Stepping out of the car, I was astonished at the number of people was seeing. Were these people all here for the interview as well? “e don be”… hehe!! I laughed at myself. This was going to be a very funny day. I carried my files and made sure to check if I had everything they said I should bring. And to my surprise, I did. I immediately stepped into the long line outside the office even though I didn’t know what the line was for. Gently, I tapped this tall dude that was ahead of me in the line, and asked him in pidgin, “Bros, abeg no vex, why dey come carry us put for outside”. He looked at me, like, is this guy serious? But he answered anyway, but in a fluent control of English, with a tint of British accent to it, “ we have to be checked in first, or at least that’s what was written in the email they sent everyone that was supposed to come for this interview today”. I was taken aback by the sincere cruelty in his eyes, men, this guy must be very desperate for this job. If not, why was he trying to make me feel bad and unworthy. I thanked him quietly, even though I felt a bit insulted, but it was deserved I guess. And I wasn’t so sure I would mind that kind of insult, with the way he spoke. So, it turns out, I didn’t read that part of the mail and hopefully that’s the only information I missed. Minutes later, it was my turn to be checked in, and luckily, I was checked in without any hassle. They gave us numbers and unsurprisingly, I was NO. 153. Amazing!!! This probably means I’d be spending all day here. We took our seats and I started reading the newspaper they provided, just to pass time. What happened from this moment on, was life changing and am sure you will love to hear about it, well, me too.

STERZ VICTOR…

Re-Inventing English…A promising start to containing this act of immense terrorism.

Sighs!!! What is happening In this country, Nigeria? From real bomb blasts to letter and phone bombs that will keep you rolling on the floor, alive though, but laughing your guts out. Or in some cases, shedding real tears!!! As it turns out, Popular communication platforms like Twitter and FB are experiencing a kind of reform in lingual usage with regards to the English Language. People from different parts of the country, sign up to these social networks and showcase their creative talents, somewhat misleading, yeah, but innovative still.
In an attempt to shorten words, some of such words have been changed completely, and their meanings destroyed too! We are all guilty as charged of this initial offense. Although, more importantly, Some opt to change the words entirely, giving a different meaning to the sentence in a whole, while others decide just tampering with the spelling is the best way to go about it. Whichever way, I believe this is a great step towards a better Nigeria. At least now, the world knows what our real problem is, and also how thoughtful and hard working we can be in finding simpler ways to work our way around really hard languages like the english language. First their was pidgin, now their is Tiaun/Gbagaun/shelling/Typo(LOL)… Also, with regards to how good it is that the people involved are speaking up about how they feel the english language should be, am sure the government should have social workers on these social platforms and I hope they are compiling statistics and data on the location of these public offenders; And by so doing, send help to such places too.
The Nigerian community will love to use this opportunity to apologize to the owners of the English language, as such an offense could have been punishable by death if we were still In the earlier ages and centuries, or cause a friction in the relations of both our countries.
As unfortunate as this situation is, the scientists involved range from graduates and professors, to illiterate celebrities and highly placed government officials(pretend I didn’t just say this). The country as a whole have representatives of such perpetrators in each state, in each social class, and as a matter of fact, the normal people that speak the language as its supposed to be, are more of mad men, and beggars on the streets. So maybe, its More money, more fame–» More Tiaun… Hehe…
Something has to be done about this, although I expect the executive president to give a speech regarding it this night; not that it will help anything, since we all know he shares the same room with the chief researcher of the English Re-inventors group… Lol!! I might get arrested and sent to prison for saying this, but what has to be said, well, has to be said. We must evict this impending evil, that is growing roots deep into this country’s system, before it gets nasty and we lose investors and investments. Or probably be bounced from the commonwealth… Lmao!!!
Help keep watch… Listen to what your neighbor’s saying to you and correct him/her if you can. If not, calmly refer to the english dictionary or you can ask Me @vicsterzz, I’d help you check it up!!!
Spread the word… Serious war against Gbagaun(SWAG); the battle has just begun… Don’t get caught, you’ll be seriously embarrassed and laughed at. And please make your typos less noticeable. God bless Nigeria. I always knew we had it in us, the gift to invent and re-invent; but, this is just wrong… And I believe that in English speaking countries, and I mean the real ones, this will regarded as an act of terrorism and belittling of their heritage!!!
BE WARNED!!! If the problem is that you didn’t go to school, or you didn’t go to a good school, or you went to school too much, I believe such instances can be worked on… And if you are one of those people that use “big english” words that do not even exist to cover your lingual misconceptions, be careful, change your ways soon, and very soon. You seriously can’t afford to get caught!!!

Hope you had fun reading this!!!??
Also, I’d love to refer you to this page on FB– Ibrahim Yussuf mungadi, one of the top researchers in this project. If you aint satisfied, beep Me for more links or screen grabs and munches, as the case may be.
Or better still ff @tiaundetector and @gbagaundetector, my fellow crusaders!!!
You can sign up to be a member too– join SWAG!!! Save our country!!!

Its just Me, your boy– @vicsterzz… Don’t forget to Ff and get a ff back!!!
Also, keep checking the blog for more articles. Fun, politics, religion, poetry, fashion and much more…

Life Has No Duplicate…

Wake up every morning with a smug smile on your face. Who knows what the day has got in store for you. Life hasn’t been easy, but at least you are still among the living. Sit all day in a moping posture; what’s more to this life. How hard it’s been these past years, and how long too, chasing what seemed to be unreachable. But then, did you really have to bother yourself about such things? The human mind is vain and profane. Yet such profanity has been seen to be of good benefit, especially in the field of discovery; the advent of technological advancements. But, yet still, have such advancements really been of good benefit to the human being? In so many ways than I can point out yes, but at the expense of our lives, it seems. The increase in pollution among so many others, have been discovered to shorten the life span of the average human. But am sure most of us wouldn’t mind such sacrifice. Some say, “If we have to sacrifice the remaining part of our lives to enjoy the younger part of our lives, then such a sacrifice will be worth making”. But if at this time and age, in addition with the increasing population, and the continuous progression of technological development, the human being has an average of 70 years to live, what will happen in the next few years? Are we having fun, so that our children will be born knowing that they have only a few years to spend in this world that we have eventually destroyed trying to make it better? Yet, am not saying such improvements to physical living are bad. After all, they really do make life easier. Every good thing, they say, has a disadvantage to it. But in this case, how valuable is the advantage if we have to die for it?
The best things in life are free, but what about life itself? How much does it cost to just live? Because as it seems, whatever you think you get in life, you lose to life too. Yet again, the best things in life are free, but to the average man, the free things in life most often, aren’t the best. And in the struggle to get the best things as we suppose, life itself becomes overlooked and less appreciated. People work double shifts to make ends meet; do odd jobs not befitting their body stature; commit crimes they wouldn’t have ever dreamt of; and find it lazy to sleep at night. In the end, such people die earlier than they should have and most times die still suffering and probably worse than they were.
Life is a gift we don’t deserve. It’s the best thing that has ever happened to the human generation. That freedom to breath, sleep, wake up, eat and be free, all at will. How would you have felt as a lower animal? A goat or fowl that has no right to live; or a lion or tiger that has no right to freedom. You wouldn’t have friends or family as good as the one you had today. How would you have felt without that freedom to live the way you do now? With all these in mind I find it hard to believe a human being would want to commit suicide. And I don’t limit suicide to just the intentional act of taking one’s own life. No. Our day to day living can sometimes be taken as unintentional suicidal attempts. Why shorten or take away your life before you can enjoy living it?

Life has no duplicate. You live once and you die once. Every new day is another chance to change the way your life is going. Take that chance today and choose the option of life. Don’t ever substitute life for riches/wealth; affluence/power; fame/popularity. They are like green pastures with grazing elephants and lions. Green today, trampled upon tomorrow.
Don’t ever believe that cos you have the saddest face, that you are the one with the biggest of burdens. The people around you may just be good at keeping their problems away from their thoughts and thus their faces reflect brightly. Keep living, work hard, and not die hard. Life gets better as you get used to the need to be more content than ambitious. Ambition is not bad; it kills still. Know what you are capable of and do it well. Forget every false hope you might have been given, but still, make sure to dream big.
Life is simple; you just got to keep breathing.
Life is good; don’t abuse it.

STERZ VICTOR…

Crazy Merry Christmas… Scary new year

Ok!!! Seriously, its not a curse, its just something we have to face and deal with! Twas’ a sad day on the 25th of december, a day set aside by Christians as a day for celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. And it was with great dismay and shock that the world received the news about the appalling bomb blasts that shook the foundations and roots of this country on this very day. As usual, Christians all over the country set about their Religious duties; the majority being seen in diverse denominations of different churches. No normal human being wakes up with any idea of their demise and am sure twas the same with the victims too. I for one went to church, as it was something of a tradition to do so every christmas, to thank God for keeping Me through the year, and am also positive most of the victims felt this way too. It is the end of the year, we’ve made it this far, and surely they did say their prayers and give their thanks, only to be met on their way out by the visiting culprit- tragic death. Only God knows what was going through their blessed minds when they heard the tragic explosive sounds right in their midst; the thoughts that crossed their brave-hearts when they felt the deadly impact of the explosives rock them out of this world. How confused they were when they saw their limbs giving way to blood, and their body parts scattered on the floor. You don’t wake up expecting to die a tragic death, so, God knows how much they wanted to wish twas all a dream. They evil ones have hit again, but this time right in the heart of the most celebrated holiday in the World and in this country.

This evil rocked 5 different religious centers in the country and right in the heartbeat of the nation.

The same people responsible for this heartless act, also intend to disturb the new year with more of such evil. Even if its just a rumour, new years eve is going to be very dry and uneventful as compared to the past years and with good reason too. Life’s irreplaceable and of cos, the gruesome and grotesque type of death, makes it even worse; not that anybody will want to die on new years eve though.

God knows I’d love to see 2012, well alive and complete, with all my limbs in their respective places, and along with my family and friends.

But thinking about the complications of this menace, what does this mean? Do they government have this situation under control as they want us to believe, or do we have to stay indoors and pray for our safety on holidays such as this? I for one, will not trust the government of this country as they have so far failed to contain the situation and I hear, the expect us to live with it until it is resolved. Bringing up another question; will these acts of intent terrorism ever stop? Is this just the beginning of the end of this country? Under the ‘exaggerated’ political rule of a government we can no longer trust, how do we survive this? Do we go into the new year with much more fear of terrorists than we ever had? Can we really live like this? We have to find answers to these questions, unless we run the risk of going into the new year, hopeless as it seems, and as scared for our lives than ever. Regardless of your social class or status, religion or belief, we have to find a way, peaceful preferably, to end this phase of evil running in the system of this country. Pray in any tongue you can, any way you can, our Great country Nigeria needs it now.

PS: please I think twil be safe to presume they will attack again, so, welcome the new year in your respective homes, together with family, cos their’s nothing more important.

God keep you safe, now and always…

Road tax… The Nigerian police!

Its not a secret that the Nigerian police whose slogan is “the police is your friend”, have taken it upon themselves, whether as individuals or a collective group, to give another meaning to that slogan.
Road tax/Robbery/Contribution is the “little fee”, collected by various Law enforcement agents assigned to the various road networks in Nigeria.
This issue of daylight robbery by the same people we should in normal circumstances, put all or most of our trust in, is now regarded as normal by most/all of the national populace. This is a daring situation, where a low class/average road user is stopped on the road, and “the green card” is requested. And in the event of a refusal by an individual who believes he knows his right, trouble is perceived to be the next stop.
Road tax, would have otherwise been known as “security fee”, if only they really do protect. Instead it Puts us all in fear of our roads. The really bad ones get away, if they get to “water the outstretched hands”, while the innocent are found guilty if they don’t agree to “drop something”.
This has a very bad influence even on our economic situation and on inflation.
For example, if a bus driver has to give money to every police checkpoint, increase in road transport fares are justified. Also, the trader who uses any form of road transport to transport goods, will be forced to increase the prices of those goods. Attributing the increase to the high cost of transportation, which was instigated by the event of “Road-Tax-collectors”.
Most people have chosen to remain in the clouds about such abusive instances, while some very few ones make their ordeal known to the next person, but still all to no avail.
But does that mean we have to remain “victims” to daylight molestation, neccessitated by our own avarice and silence? The answer, as proven by the need to write about it, is, a NO…
If this “tax”/”extortion”, offers us a bit of trust in the security system, it won’t have been a big problem, even if its wrong.
But its all part of the farce of a security we are forced to believe in. Not that we really do anyways. And why should we?
When in the face of glaring danger, they are nowhere to be found, and are almost always late and ineffective, in cases where they eventually respond.
The present state of the country, can therefore, in more ways than known, be blamed on these frivolous things, as we suppose they are; that make miserable, an average road user’s daily life.
If a country will grow and truly develop, it needs to start from the foundations/grass roots. Thus, leading to a healthy growth in all sectors. But, a defect in one sector affects the whole system and causes a stunted growth or even none at all.
This incidence has been going on for years, and is still on the rise.
Again Bringing up the questions; why hasn’t something been done about it?
And another question which might as well pose as an answer from the government to the general public– what if the government doesn’t know about this? What if they have decided to keep a blind eye to the issue since the affected citizens don’t even care to talk about it? Afterall, there are many more issues to be handled in the situation room.
The truth thus presents itself, that although the system is also to be blamed, the silent victims are to be blamed more. We are afflicted by our decisions, conscious or not, to remain silent and act ignorant of our right to passage and movement without necessary restriction and without “pay-pass” or “pay as you go”, as some call it.
Yet more questions arise… How is it that the same people who are supposed to help fight corruption are as corrupt as they come? Who in that sector is to be blamed? The indifferent leaders? Or the unjustly followers?
How it came to this, no one knows, but why nothing has been done to control it, further eludes my imaginations.
It might be taken as the simplest of extortions, but all the same, still a form of extortion. And the constitution does not permit it. Therefore it is illegal. And should be fought by the law. Raising the problem… What arm of the law should censor the police?
On the other hand, it might just be as the supposed name implies, a government implemented tax, although illegal.
If its not, then why won’t the government do something about it? Cos, as a matter of fact, the shameful act is on the rise, rather than being subdued. Its no longer the “green card”(#20) that is on request at the various checkpoints, but the “sky” (#50)… Hilarious as it seems, I bet you will have to agree that they are being encouraged rather than discouraged.
Even the acclaimed armed robber doesn’t see any difference between what he’s doing and what they are doing. The only differences might be the difference in clothing and time of work. As they are both on a large scale and there’s more than one person involved in each case.

What can be done?
The police should have mobile hotlines which they should make known to the general public and encourage them to call in any such act, whether they are affected or not. And external disciplinary agencies should be set up.
Every citizen should be conscious of the fact that he/she has a right to a lawyer at any point and should not hesitate to use that advantage.
Also, the Government might look to increase the wages of law enforcement agents, so that there’d be no excuse for such an inexcusable act.
And of cos there are more things that can be done about this if the government and the masses really get serious about stumping this form of corruption away. The government spends big money on EFCC, who’d rather go for supposedly corrupt individuals rather than obviously corrupt institutions/sectors in the government.
But the most important form of preventing this wildfire from escalating further, is by creating awareness and letting the public know what’s really wrong in the system and how they can help fight it… in this country, we’ve been on the fight to eradicate corruption, I wonder, why don’t we start from the supposedly little things like this one?
With all hands on deck, and with efforts and measures put in place, am quite sure we’d really get to the days of “to serve and to protect” and justly too… Thereby re-arranged thus, ” to serve and to protect, justly”. That is the way of justice, and without doubt, will be a major step towards tackling corruption in the social and administrative sectors.
God bless the Nigerian Police sector.
God bless Nigeria!!!

Look forward to the next topic in the series, coming to you in the next few days…

V.Sterz

Between thoughts

…Its all happened before,
This life we so much adore,
The stories we tell encore,
Facts or fictions that will tell for sure,
How we lived the life afore,
Even with deep thoughts,you can never be too sure…

…Then tell me more I lure,
Yet I can’t prove it a law,
That cos its happened before,
And like a play in my thoughts i’ll always adore,
Deja vu will always occur…

…I seem to be raw,
Yeah, but there’s nothing more,
Not some; to all these bore…

…Just live and let live…

V.Sterz