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Tuesday 15 November 2016

HAVE YOU COMPLAINED TODAY?


I’m tired; tired of waking up every morning to the voices of my ‘Ogogoro’ drinking neighbors arguing over who is a better politician between Wike and Amechi. Tired of Lai Mohammed’s lies. Tired of Niger Delta Avengers fighting environmental degradation by blowing up oil pipelines that further degrades the environment. Tired of paying thrice what I paid hitherto on transportation. Tired of Fulani Herdsmen raiding villages – (because, you know, the cows won’t feed themselves). Tired of buying “four seeds” of tomatoes for N800 (tomatoes are so scare now, they don’t even serve stew in the dream anymore, just white rice & yam) to cook a meal for my girlfriend who will eventually leave me. Tired of APC/PDP “e-footsoldiers” fighting every time and flooding my social media feeds. Tired of banks laying off more staff than they employ. Tired of hearing crappy music over the radio (every Jambite that fails the second attempt runs to the closest studio, smokes “weed” and makes noise over some beats, shoves it down our throats and calls it music); aren’t we all tired? We are. So then what do we do? Let’s all complain, whenever and wherever we can. I’m complaining right now, you should too.
The title of this piece may have misled you to think that this piece would be motivational or inspirational. It won’t. It’s not about statistics, verifiable or otherwise, nor is it about critical social commentary. I’m here to point fingers at you and blame you, for what? It’s all your fault!
In an era where content is the new crude; entrepreneurs and small/medium sized businesses are driving economies to development; youths are pioneering innovations and technologies in different global industries; green energy is rapidly gaining prominence; selfless leaders are creatively scheming to position their nations at the forefront of the global economy and power play; what stride could be more critical and contributory to the global economy for us than to complain and point fingers at the government. We should get creative about it. Let us hashtag it. Call-in to radio and TV shows. Gather at local newspaper stands and exchange words about the headlines. We must excel at this. We have to. The world must hear our complaints and they will.
Let everyman point fingers and blame the next man and everyone else but himself for his woes. Let us collectively points fingers and blame the government for our troubles, because, you know, the government is a completely different institution and authority from the people and is responsible for all our problems as a people. This has proven historically to be a very effective means of effecting positive change in the society. Let’s hold town hall meetings and forums to complain about how bad the government is, and how it’s responsible for all our problems; the more we complain, the closer we will be to our much needed positive results.
While we’re complaining about the government, let the government itself in turn complain about its predecessor; Let the self-vindictive government use all public relations tools at its disposal and propaganda to achieve this, after all, that is what it was voted-in to do. While the government complains about the problems created by its predecessor, let the caricature of an opposition (Hello Fayose) complain about the government complaining about them.
Don’t we all love mantras and slogans, because, you know, their use somehow translate into reality whatever concept of governance they’re meant to drive. Haven’t you heard that a child’s name affects his destiny? Industrialization! Diversification! Deregulation! Devaluation! Vision 20/20/20 (you can add more 20s)! Transformation Agenda! Change! I bet the next administration is somewhere cooking up a catchy mantra, one which we would eventually welcome with open arms, because, well, it’s a proven fact that the fire is better than the “frying-pan”.
Let us not as a people and individually make efforts and take conscious and practical steps to contribute positively to the wellbeing of the society. Let the youths not develop their minds to think creatively and infiltrate industries with their ingenuity, let them not learn lucrative skills and apply their efforts to innovation; let them instead complain about unemployment and whatever macroeconomic problem they can google and blame the government. Let us spend time and other valuable resources at our disposal to complain. After all, complaint is the new patriotism – and many wonder why the president is undergoing treatment for an ear infection.
Have we complained today about the epileptic power supply we’re experiencing and blamed Fashola for it? Have we complained today about the high cost and scarcity of petroleum products today and blamed Kachikwu for it? Have we complained about the surge in forex prices and blamed Emefiele for it? I have. If you have not, you’re not being patriotic, and that is not Nigerian. By all means, log into your social media accounts and complain about the system, blame somebody today. Why shouldn’t you? You can do a better job than anyone already there; you’re presently a better husband, a better wife, a better administrator, a better professional, a better student, a better businessman, a better politician, than your peers. Touche, you’re even more religious than your Imam and Pastor. You’re less hypocritical than your neighbor, who therefore is more qualified to criticize him and the government than your very humble righteous self.


Okezie Richmond

Saturday 12 November 2016

ANOTHER SATURDAY

By CHINWEIKE OKWU

Have you ever seen yourself
At the confluence of joy and despair?
Saturday's were sweet sad stories
I know it, I have been there
There I was dancing in the rain
You can't tell tears from raindrops
I have slept in impatience shoes
I too have paid my own dues in full
I sang a lonely song to the moonlight
I have listened to the music of mockery


For us who knew the latest weddings in town
We bought all the ashoebis and gowns
That was me catching flowers, I made a job of it
And time tossed me on its middle finger
And I still held my blood of innocence
The noose woven around the neck of luck is cut
I've cleared all the debris and dusted my heart
I've come to this rushing river to cast the coffins of the past
Today I have come into the full tide
This is the start of a task, a long journey

ANOTHER SATURDAY, I'll drown in my tears tonight
I'll bleed out my last drop of innocence
I shall say "I do" on the alter of light
I will never retire in this life long duty
In bold steps, I'm crossing new frontiers
The ring is my trophy of pride
I'll match with the dance of the glory
I've done it a thousand times in my dreams
The world must hear my own song
I must raise my light on the mountains

Tuesday 1 November 2016

Welcome To November

Hi guys! Happy New month and many blessings!
So the year is drawing to an end and we really want us to exist this year in a Glitmusical way😀

Is there any Episode you have been looking out for? A topic you want discussed on here? Or just a simple message you want to pass across to help us serve you better and for the betterment of GLITMUS?

Please do no hesitate to leave in a comment about that in the comment box and we will hop right to it.
Love you!!

Relationship advice

I used to have a girlfriend who loved me with all she had. She loved me, this I knew. I used to think all a relationship needed to last was love. Our relationship started on a dreamy note and everything looked like a fairy tale. We used to text all the time, and while we were not texting we were on the phone talking.
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After a while I noticed I started becoming less willing to chat with her all the time... Not because I started loving her less or because I was seeing someone else, but because most times we had little or nothing important talking about, but we were just forcing the conversation. She wouldn't have none of this. She wanted us to text every single time I was online and when we weren't texting she would call. She would call about 4 times a day to say nothing in particular except that she just misses me and felt like hearing my voice.
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I got tired, I became less willing to talk to her because it was tiring. She was everywhere I turned. I started developing ways to avoid her. Whenever she called I would kick out in frustration before I pick it up, and sometimes I just ignore completely. Every time I tried to talk about it, she got paranoid and started assuming I wasn't appreciative of her love for her. At the end of the day I broke up with her. I broke up with her because I had lost every form of excitement and sparks that should come with a relationship. Breaking up with her broke her heart, I knew this.... But I didn't have any other choice.
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Now, I'm not alone on this. A lot of people have quitted relationships because of over attached partners. You may not understand this until it happens to you. It's a general rule, the more available a commodity is the less value it has. That your partner is online and not chatting with you at that moment doesn't mean he's cheating on you. It simply means he has nothing interesting or important to share with you at that time.

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Give your partner some space. It's not compulsory you talk over the phone every day. Don't call her 5 times a day just to ask if she has eaten. Always give enough space to be missed. Understand your partner also have friends he needs to keep in touch with. If you are always available even when your partner doesn't need you, then he's not gonna miss you. Sometimes you need to make yourself just a little scarce for your partner to appreciate your presence.
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It takes more than love to hold a relationship.

Kenechukwu Victor.