Many years ago,
toxic waste was dumped in Koko, Nigeria. It was said that the information came
out when Nigerians abroad were being mocked because tons of toxic waste were
dumped in our doorstep and yet we had no knowledge of it. I remember then that
the Nigerian government and other patriotic Nigerians worked hard to restore
Nigeria’s image and credibility. These days, a lot of toxic things are been
dumped right in front of us too often that any efforts to repair Nigeria’s
image is worthless. Those things are even more toxic than those waste dumped in
Koko years ago. Are you wondering what they are? Just tune the news! I’m not
talking about NTA. Tune in to BBC, CNN, Aljazeera, Channels, and AIT and then
go online and browse Nigeria news on Google and YouTube. Please watch the Video
of the River State Assembly mayhem on YouTube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cI3wU4jZRCQ). Those Nigerians who fought tirelessly against the
dumping of the toxic waste in Koko would find it hard to comprehend how those
who swore to preserve and protect the image of this country only succeed in
making it a laughing-stock on a daily basis. Gani Fawehinmi, Fela, and other
late social crusaders would turn in their graves were they able to hear the
toxic news from Nigeria. Pathetic garbage!
I'm a creative writer and a health care worker who shares a passion for literary creativity, ingenuity, originality, flexibility, and logical reasoning. Please, have a thoughtful jolly ride with me!
Friday, 12 July 2013
#Whonamedit/Whomadeit (Who deserves more credit?)
Camper’s fascia is ‘the
fatty part of the superficial fascia of the lower anterior abdominal wall.’
Camper’s ligament is ‘the
layer of fascia extending between the ischiopubic rami inferior to the
sphincter urethrae and the deep transverse perineal muscle.’
(Sourced
from http://www.whonamedit.com/search.php)
Named after Petrus
Camper, ‘Dutch physician and
anatomist, born May 11, 1722, Leiden; died April 7, 1789, The Hague.’
(Sourced
from http://www.whonamedit.com/doctor.cfm/3231.html)
So much for
whom it was named after, what about who made it? Who deserves more credit? Even
Professor Camper recognized that:
“…he was even appointed to the chairs of anatomy and surgery,
an office illness prevented him from entering until April 28, 1750. The topic
of his inaugural address – De mundo optimo – was living in the best possible
world created by an omnipotent and benevolent God. He points to the fact of the
enormous variety, both in living and non-living nature, which demonstrates the
ordering power of the Supreme Being.” -
#Whonamedit/Whomadeit
(Who deserves more credit?)
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
We learn ever always!
We
learn ever always
Life
filled with lessons
Stories
of a world so big
And
of a man so small
Times
we feel we've seen it all
And
life shows us how we are yet to start
Today
a baby is born
Can’t
see and hear everything
But
yearns to know about the land
He’s
been far off in a sea of ocean
Floating
and swimming in a wealth of moisture
Suddenly,
he comes to a world of dryness
Carried
through space by strange and familiar voices
Suckles
from a familiar body
As
his eyes open and ears brighten,
‘O,
there you are. There you are!’
Surprise,
surprise: people walk, no swimming
‘How
can I be like them?’
Learns
to walk but stumbles
Crawls,
stands, and waits
One
day, he walks, ‘Ah ha! I've done it’
Learns
to speak like others
Develops
a vocabulary
‘I've known it all’
Surprise,
off to school, he’s bundled
‘What!’
‘You
need to learn more about the land’
So,
from school to school he goes
Learning
is now the way of life
He’s
through with school
Off
to the world he goes!
New
tricks and skills to learn
‘Where
does the learning stops?’
He’s
been having friends and friends
Changing
friends like the seasons
‘You
need to be steady
‘You
have to settle down
Raise
a family; build an ocean for others to come’
‘Learn
to do these things
They
are so important.’
‘When
will this learning stop?’
‘Till
the end of your days’
An
aged man said
‘When
the bones get fragile again
You
learn to walk again
Crawl
on the ground again
Lose
teeth again
Learn
to speak again
Forget
the length of days again
And
you go back again
From
whence you came!’
Short Fiction (3) – Cynthia and John!
When
Cynthia was a young lady, she was approached by John. They became friends. In a
few months, John told Cynthia:
‘Cynthia,
you know I love you. Will you marry me?’
Cynthia
started laughing: ‘John John, if na play, stop am. Marry you at this age? You
know I’m still young. I want to experience the world first before I marry. If I
marry now, I won’t have stories to tell my children when I grow old.’
After
some persuasion, John left the matter to rest.
5
years later, John ran across Cynthia. She was still single. John asked:
‘Cynthia, how far na? Are you still experiencing the world?’
Cynthia:
‘I graduated last year. I’m serving now. I just started experiencing the
world.’
John:
‘OK’
In
another 5 years, John met Cynthia again. This time, John was married with
children. John asked Cynthia: ‘Cynthia, how far? Are you still experiencing the
world?’
Cynthia:
‘I just got my visa to travel out. In short, I’m just beginning to experience
the world.’
John: ‘OK’
In
another 10 years, John came across one magazine. As he was going through it, he
saw a column, ‘Relationships! By Cynthia ……’ Cynthia was still single and she
was now using the wealth of her experience to write columns for well-known
newspapers and magazine. Her audience is now ‘her children.’ Articles include: ‘How
to start a relationship!’ ‘How to keep your relationship alive!’ ‘The secret to
maintaining a new relationship!’
P.S. It's not a true story. Names and characters were made up.
The things I learnt about the Northern man! (Redacted!)
(I first wrote and posted this piece some years ago
on my Facebook wall. I've made some revisions. A lot has happened since then
but I still stand by the sentiments so here expressed. These are from my
personal experiences. You may not agree with me and not every Northern man show
these qualities so here outlined. The term ‘Northern man’ used in this article
is meant to represent men and women who originates from and lives in the core
Northern states of Nigeria)
Often time, when we hear news about the Northern part of Nigeria, it’s
easy to conjure in our minds the images of savages whose preoccupation is to
loot, burn and destroy. You may wonder how people live there! That’s
understandable. Sadly, that is not a holistic picture of the North. There are positives
in the Northern narrative. Permit me to itemize those good features of the
Northern man whom I came to like. In doing this, I’ll draw some contrasts
between him and the Southern man I know.
His honesty and
trust! I was surprised to notice
the honesty, trustfulness and trustworthiness of the Northern man. It's a sharp
contrast to what I saw down Southern Nigeria where I grew up. When you go
to the markets in the North, the prices the Northern trader would tell you are
more likely to be correct. I felt more comfortable buying an item
from him than a fellow Southern trader who sells same items nearby. In his
place of business, he could afford to leave his goods to pray or have his
meal without looking over his shoulders. He knows his things are safe. The
carefreeness with which even household items are kept reflects his trust and
often it is not betrayed. Many depend solely on what they earn instead of
cutting corners to enrich themselves. You see this often in places of employment.
Recent developments may make trust a challenge but that has not always been the
case through my stay up North.
His simplicity! The hallmark of the Northern man is his simplicity. He is simple to a
superlative degree. Thus, he is so approachable. This is not affected by
whatever status or position he attains in the society. As a doctor who
studied in the South, let me use the hospital settings as a case study. In
the teaching hospital where I trained you can always tell who the Chief Medical
Director (CMD) is because he is always with an entourage. So applies
to other principal officers of the hospital. Amazingly, it's a contrast with
what I saw in the North! I did my internship in a teaching hospital
in the North. I walked past the CMD a couple of times without knowing;
until a colleague told me who he was. There is a renowned Consultant Urologist
of class in the same hospital who oversees kidney transplants. Yet, he is such
a simple and approachable individual.
His religion, His
life! In the South, you
can easily see a disconnection between a man's life,
business, job and his religion. Many in the South see religion as
something you are reminded of on a Sunday but largely forgotten about for
the rest of the week. There are traditional religions in the South and
some people jostle between that and the mainstream religion as the need
warrants. In contrast, to the Northern man, his religion is his life, his
culture, his tradition and way of life. It's hard to see any disconnect between
his religion and his life. The ways he relates with his family and
others reflect a deep link with his belief systems. He holds his
faith with such high regard that he would not tolerate any denigration of the
icons and symbols that he so deeply reveres. Their zeal for what they
believe is something of admiration. He has much regard for his religious
leaders. He wants his religion to be respected. He believes whatever he
achieves in his life is the wish of the Almighty. Like in other religions,
there are those who do not uphold all the tenets of their faith; but by-and-large,
the Northern man places his faith and beliefs on a high pedestal.
His contentment! Generally, the Northern man is contented with his lot in life! He is
satisfied with what he has. No matter his socioeconomic class, he's at peace
with himself. He is not berserk with the anxieties, stress and the hassles
of 'I better pass my neighbour'. The Northern trader does not wake up early in
the morning to open his store where he sells things. He does not have the
rush-rush attitude we often see in the South. He doesn't stay so late so
as to sell more except his trade is for late-night customers like in
'suya' spots. When he does not have an item for sale, he readily directs his
customers to nearby stores where such goods can be obtained. He does not wish ill-luck for
colleagues in the same trade and he can even help them sell their items when
they are not around. The same is seen even among civil service workers.
Unlike in the South where there's so much do-or-die, for the Northern man, it's
do-and-live. He reckons that it is not by his power or might but by the
will of the Almighty!
His hospitality! With the news of recurrent violence which is so often aired in the
media, it would be difficult for some to agree that the Northern man is
hospitable. If you've stayed in the East or West of Nigeria, you may conclude
objectively that there is a level of hospitality in the North. If you are a
stranger looking for direction or you've lost your way, the Northern man can
afford to leave whatever he is doing and take you to the right place. If you
are a new employee in a company and you are not familiar with the terrain of
the place, they would lovingly help you. You are made to feel at home. That is
my personal experience when I came to the North.
Let me at this point relate a personal story of my life. When I graduated
from the university down South as a medical doctor, I spent about 8 months
looking for a spot to do the mandatory one year housemanship. I scoured several
hospitals in the South and attended so many interviews in the South; all
without success. I did everything I could: got the recommendation letters,
complementary cards and the likes, yet still, there was no job for me. I was
getting dejected, depressed and frustrated about a system that appeared rigged
against me. All along, I've heard from and about colleagues and classmates, who've gone up North and are working. I was scared of going to the North because of
the threat of violence. But, after months and months of my fruitless search for
job in the South, I picked up my bag and traveled up, up North. I promised not
to come back to the South until I got a job. After about a month or two in the
North, I got a job. Alhamdulillahi! (Praise be to Allah) With the help
of the Almighty, that job saved my life. By God’s favour, I moved from job to
job in the North. Since then, I did not spend a single month without a job and its four
years and counting. I’m no longer in the core North, but I’ll forever be
grateful for the opportunities I had in the North. No one cared much about who I
was or where I came from; they were interested in my qualifications and what
skills and knowledge I had. I was made to feel like somebody, like a human
being. I will never ever forget that. By God’s grace, I’ll live to remember
how the North saved my life. I did not have everything I wanted but I had
enough to keep me going. It was not a bed of roses but at least I had a bed and
much more.
In conclusion, here is the story of a Northern man who is honest and
trustworthy, simple and approachable, deeply religious, contented with his lot
in life and not the least, hospitable. Indeed, there are those who deviate
from the above narrative. There are socioeconomic challenges and demographic variables which
threaten the very values that I have espoused above. Nonetheless, everyday as I
went about my civic duties up North, I saw the Northern man whom I have
come to like, in action and I’m grateful to God for the privilege I had in
knowing him. As-salaam alaykum! (Peace be upon you!)
Short story: If he/she were your child, how would you treat him/her?
A man has a child. This child
did something wrong. The father noticed what the child did wrong, but he did
not say anything. He did not call the child to correct him/her. The child was
not told directly or indirectly that he/she did something wrong. Another time,
the child repeated the wrong. The father also noticed what was wrong but did
not say anything. The child did it the third time. The father felt he has had
enough. Instead of calling the child to correct him or her, the father waited
until there was a gathering of the entire family. It was at that point, in the
presence of everybody, he now mentioned what the child did. The father now went
down memory lane and mentioned all the times the child did wrong. He embarrassed
the child in front of everybody in the name of teaching the child a vital moral
lesson. The child was shocked and dumbfounded by what he/she held. The child
was surprised beyond words and he did not know what to say. At a point the
child got some courage and attempted speaking on his own defense. The father
quickly shut him down saying, ‘Shut up. You have nothing to say. What in the
world can you say to defend those stupid actions you took? Shut up and sit
down.’ Reluctantly, the child was forced to see down. He was seething in anger,
but he had no means of expressing it.
The child reasoned within, ‘Everybody
deserves to be heard. No matter how terrible or stupid the offense is, everyone
deserves to be heard. I’m your own child for God sake! Why can’t you just hear
me out? There was a reason for what I did. I knew what I was doing. Even if
what I did was wrong, why did you not call me in private to correct me? Even if
I did wrong, how would I know if no one corrects me? I’m not perfect just like
everyone else. You, my father, are not perfect. You must have done wrong before
and someone corrected you. That’s how you learnt to be a better individual. Why
can’t you show me the same courtesy as you did to everyone else? Why, dad? Why?
(Sobbing……..)
Lesson: Sometimes, at home,
places of work, school, we see people doing something wrong. If the person lives,
works or schools under you and you are in a position to correct that person,
would you act like this father? Won’t you rather act differently and call the
person’s attention to the wrong in private before bringing it to the attention
of others if that is even necessary in the first place? There are times we may feel
threatened to approach the person alone. Why not go with someone else to serve
as a witness or to provide some level of security; you don’t need to blow a
trumpet when there is no specific threat to you! Yes, there are times we may be
overzealous in correcting others and get carried away by that euphoria. But, think
about this, if you were the one that did wrong, how would you want others to
treat you? Would you want them to show you some respect by bring the issue to
you in private before announcing it to the world? Why not do the same for
others. Remember, the golden rule, ‘Do to others what you would have them do to you.’
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Just a thought – Washing feet!
In the days of Jesus, there
were no cars. Back then, most persons walk with their feet to their various
destinations, however long it was. So, when you receive a visitor who must have
trekked many kilometers to see you, one way of showing good hospitality and
humility is by washing their feet and cleaning dust off their feet. But, in our
days, there are cars everywhere both public and private. Now, imagine a man who
dressed up at home, wore socks and shoes, entered his AC-tight car and drove to
your place for a visit. No chance of encountering any dust whatsoever. Now, you
want to show hospitality, you then went about removing his shoes and socks,
bringing sponge, soap, water and towel to wash his feet because that was what
Jesus did in his days. Aren't there other ways of showing hospitality and
humility? Must you wash another man’s feet? If his body is so dirty, give him
water to bath! Shuooooooooo (exclaims)!
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