Friday, April 28, 2006

Thank You!

I have never been known for quitting. What I do know however, is that, on more than one occasion, I have toiled with the idea of giving up this blog. Then, the thought was -- nobody reads this boring, jerky and random ranting of mine.

But each time I click on the sitemeter attached to the blog, I smile, seeing that one or two persons have stopped by to read my rather incoherent and obscure blabbing. To you, I say thanks for all the encouragement.

Those who have made each day of blogging worthwhile are those who not only stop-by, but say something valuable about the gibberish that I have been able to 'painstaking' articulate and post... Here I go again!

If not for these group of people, I would have permanently gone on a hiatus-cum-comatose...
Hey, you know who you are... and I say--" a zillion thanks"...

As I type this, a friend sitting by; asked..."why, in hell's name are you thanking these people..."
And I said,..."why not...what if there were no tomorrow to say a big 'thank you' to them..."

Does it really matter...?

Yes! I said.

As for those who used to stop by,but ceased to, for one reason or the other, I miss those invaluable comments of yours...

And I hope some day, you will have a change of heart and stop by again, and again...

Thank you!





Monday, April 24, 2006

Why Policemen Are Not Liked...

There are two professions I don't like. The army and the Police. I especially hate the police because of the lasting negative impression they left on my mind while living in Nigeria.
My perception of police men everywhere(?) is that they are 'no--do--gooders'...
When I was a young boy--fifteen, I supposed; one of my aunties brought his boyfriend home. She actually wanted my parents to know him.
After the introduction, there were the usual banters and small talks that acompany such meetings.

As soon as the young man left, my dad look at my mum quizzically. The look as I reflect on that scenario now could be interpreted as..."of all the young men available in the world, her choice has to be a policeman...?"
And from the little I gathered from their conversation, the ' military force'--including the police, are professions for the dregs and the not-so-intelligent people in the society. That impression hasn't changed a bit. In fact, it was re-enforced by the likes of Abacha, Mustapha and the numberous policemen at the ubiquitous 'check-points' in Nigeria.

That's exactly why the great Fela Kuti in one of his songs branded the military as 'zombies'.
There is no better term or adjective to describe military men --including the police. They are mindless zombies. Yes! Because in the face of acute suffering and poor working conditions, the policemen remain silent--especially in developing countries.
They are not expected to protest or as much as grumble. If they do, they are regarded as saboteurs.

A friend of mine would like to describe policemen and the army as 'professional prostitutes'. They flirt with any given government of the day.
When a despot rules oppressively, the police is used to suppress any uprising. Most people the world over see policemen as their enemies.
And the police force become the enemy of the people if/when they worship the king or queen or president or prime minister... as case may be.

When the people of a country or region say they do not want their leader--who happens to a be king any more, I believe such a people have a right to voice out this loudly in any form possible.
Policemen are part of these people. They cannot be different.

Some years back, Precisely in 1986, the people of Phillipine got tired of the draconic and squandermaniac rule of the president--Ferdinard E. Marcos. There was an uprising. When the uprising started, the police was used to 'try' the suppression of the voice of reason. They however failed woefully. At the end of the day, Ferdinard Marcos and his 'squanderholic' wife--Imelda fled the country. The people won. The policemen who tried to supress 'the will' of the people remained. They continued their services with the new leader loyally(?).

Since Thursday last week, the people of Nepal region have been protesting to see that their King Gyanendra, steps down. Gyanendra seized power from interim Prime Minister Sher Bahadur Deuba, who the king said had failed to quell a Maoist insurgency that has killed at least 13,000 people since 1996. Three of the pro-democracy demonstrators have been killed since the uprising. Police have been order to shoot at sight rioters who defy the curfew order. Over 70 pro-democracy protesters have been arrested and detained.

It is only a matter of time before the will of the people prevails. And it certainly will.
Then, the police who have somehow been opposed brutally to the uprising, will flirt with the new government. And whatever benefit accrues from King Gyanendra's remover will trickle down to the same senseless policemen. What a shame on the part of the policemen. If only they would become mindful; instead of being the zombies that they are presently.







Saturday, April 22, 2006

Are We In A Sick World...?

It is really a sick world--isn't it? What is in a nine year old girl that a grown up 'pervert' enjoys continuously...?
He raped her several time over.
How did a nine year old girl endured the pain and tear of this wretched, sick animal in human skin...?
Who do we really blame here..., the 'careless' mother or the system that allowed a known pervert to roam freely...?
Can we hold the supervising officers responsible for this dastardly act...or blame the probation services and 'porous' judicial system here...?
It grieves my heart to read or listen to a story like this....

A PERVERT was jailed for repeatedly raping a nine-year-old girl — while he was supposed to be under supervision.
Kevin Hazelwood, 40, had been given probation after downloading porn, including photos of girls as young as three being raped.
He was put on the sex offenders’ register.
Yet within weeks of walking free from court in 2002 he had befriended his victim’s family — just to get at her.
Tattooed Hazelwood, from Brighton, became her babysitter and would take her to her room when her mother was busy with a new baby.
The nine-year-old endured attacks for three years fearing "Uncle Kevin" would otherwise abuse her tiny sister.
The fiend gave the girl presents and filmed some attacks to blackmail her into silence. But she finally told her shocked mum.
Hazelwood admitted six counts of rape and two of indecent assault, as well as assaulting another young girl in the 1980s.
He was jailed indefinitely at Lewes Crown Court and must serve at least five years and seven months before facing a parole board.
Judge Richard Hayward told Hazelwood: "You will remain a danger to young girls for the foreseeable future."
Outside court the victim’s weeping mother said: "He has crushed my world. But the courage my daughter displayed has been inspiring."
Sussex Police and probation services said in a joint statement: "We do a huge amount to prevent reoffending but can never entirely eliminate the risk an offender will commit another offence."

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Give Your Advice Please...

When I wrote the essay or story on "What could possibly make you take your own life...
I was only expressing my innermost feeling in respect of the subject...."suicide"
I wrote that piece based on what happened two block away from my apatrtment--where a man took his own life.
I didn't know someone would be touched after reading it.
I received an email from someone,far away in India, saying THANK YOU.
And I tell you what, I am more than elated.

Check this out:

...I have thought of suicide several times over and over again. Only one thing keeps me from jumping in front of a moving train. fear. the fear that i may not die. and what would become of me if i cannot attempt to take my vegetated life once again. the burden i would pose to others.
I was born epileptic and have been a disgrace to myself and family. i have no friends. this because most people think epilepsy is contagious. i have attempted to drown myself once even though i know going near the water is dangerous.
then you asked in your essay; what could possibly make you take your own life?
i don't have a life. and i don't have a future. at twenty seven i look like an eleven year old boy. i'm retarded and i also have this constant seizure at least twice a week. what are my living for. is it not better to die than live?
i may still jump one day in front of a train, but after reading your blog, i thought may be i have a life afterall.
i may just try and see it through...
Gurauv.

Friday, April 14, 2006

What Does It Takes To Apologise...?

I sent an electronic device to Lagos through one of the courier services last Wednesday.
At the courier office here in the UK, I was told it will only take three working days for the item to be delivered to its final destination.

Today is Thurday- the ninth day since the item left the UK. My friend has not received it yet.
And because I have the tracking number, I decided to call the Lagos office since I found out from the net, that the item has arrived there.
I wanted to know what was delaying it from being delivered to its final destination.

I dialed the Lagos number....

Customers Services[CS]:...hello, UTSS courier services....

So-obscure:... hello, good afternoon...em, I sent an item through your services....since Wednesday last week...

CS:... do you have the tracking number...?

So-obscure:... yes please, I have the tracking number...

CS:... may I have the tracking number...?

So-obscure:..yes please....XYZ123456789

CS:... hold on....

Tick tock....tick tock....tick tock.....tick tock.... tick tock.... tick tock.... tick tock....

One minute.... two minutes.... three minutes... four minutes...

Couldn't take it any longer.... click! I hung up.

So, I waited for approximately ten agonising minutes and then dialed again....

Grrhh...grrhh...grrhh... grrhh...

Hello...UTSS courier services....

So-obscure: ..hello, I called earlier and someone put me on hold forever....

CS: what do you mean... I only went for five minutes...not forever...

So-obscure: ...excuse me[I was getting really angry now]...You put me on hold for five endless minutes and then come back without apologising...?

CS:...please don't shout at me o....

So-obscure: Is that an apology...?

CS: ...apologise for what...?

So-obscure:... for keeping me waiting for five 'fu...king' minute...

CS:.. please mind your language...

So-obscure:...JESUS CHRIST!... I demand an apology from you... for keeping me waiting....

CS:...see me see trouble o...ok, I'm sorry...

Gosh! I spent another wasteful six minutes to make her see reasons with me...and apologise. Where was she trained...?
The direct opposite is what we have here in the UK. Customer services will almost drown you with apologies and the word 'please'....
Honestly, if I had access to her superiors, I would have had her changed from that desk...
She succeeded in leaving a very bad taste in my mouth...
I will never ever use that courier services again. They lost a customer. Me.

Monday, April 10, 2006

What a System...!



"....I know it won't be much consolation, but that picture of Damilola carries such a force of sweetness that to see it, even now, is to be reminded there is good worth fighting for in the very worst places..."
Words of Allison Pearson of the Daily Mail after the the court failed once again to convict anyone of the gruesome murder of Damilola Taylor.

Schoolboy Damilola Taylor was stabbed brutally in the leg,and with a marble choked down his throat,he was left to bleed to death. He died minutes later in the hospital.

For six year now, the killers of this young lad have not be found.
Four youths were tried and acquitted of Damilola's murder in 2002. Three other young men were cleared of murder after a second trial at the Old Bailey in 2006.

Everyone, including the parests of the victim following this case is tired and disppointed.
Damilola had only lived in the UK for about five months. He was brought from Nigeria to attend school here. But that dream was cut short by some lunatics still on the loose.

One begins to wonder how he could have made such enemies at so short a time.
Or was he a victim of some sordid orgies- who derive kicks from seeing blacks suffer and die? Could he have been a victim of blood thirsty bullies from his school...who thought he should be taught a bitter lesson but never calculated it would lead to his death... ?

These, and many more questions remain unanswered even now... six year after the ever smiling Damilola fell and tried to struggle home leaving a trail of blood on his way. He never made it.
This case smacks of vengeance and open mockery of the legal and judicial system.

Or how else do we explain the flagrant behaviour of the accused during the first trial. According to Damilola's father, the accused openly mocked him and his wife during court proceedings. They continually made faces at them and laughed, chewing gums noisily without any form of discipline by the court. What kind of system is that... that allows the accused to mock the devasted parents of the victim openly...?
Richard Taylor, Damilola's father said..."I don't understand a system that can't bring the killers of my son to justice..."

I doubt if there is anyone out there who understands the system that allows the killer(s) of a ten year old boy...who had only spent between five months in the country to go or roam free...

Where lies justices...? Can the ordinary man or woman depend on this system...?

Monday, April 03, 2006

Figure This Out...




So I received this phone call Saturday morning... time, 6:07am [I was still feeling very very sleepy]
Grrh...grrh..grrh..
I groped for the phone. "Hello"...
And this tiny feminine voice at the other end said... "bros..."
Who...? I growled...
Shanti. [Shanti is my baby sister...19]...
Do you realise what time it is...? I yelled. Where're you..and what is it...?

Am at the police station... she said [I sprang from my bed almost immediately...]
What happenned...? I asked as I struggled to put on my trousers and shirt at the same... in the process, I fell and rose instanter.
The voice at the other end started fading..."am at the Bay station, when you get here, I will explain"[ and it look like she's been crying]. Then, the phone went dead.

Picked up my wallet and the keys. Dashed to Bay station in 37 minutes.
Went straight to desk officer. "Morning officer..."
Yeah, morning...replied the officer. How can I help you... he asked.
Mainwhile, I was trying to see the names on the notice-board... there was no Shanti...
Well officer, I am here in respect of my younger sister... her name is Shanti.
Shanti who...? The officer asked. Shanti Anderson I said.
He turned and started going through a list... "What was she arrested for..."
Officer, I don't know. I am here to find out.

The officer looked up and said... " am afraid there is no Shanti Anderson here...
I looked at him very hard...officer, are you sure...? Please double check because she called me about an hour ago saying she was arrested... and being detained at the Bay station...
Was there a number...the officer asked.
I brought out my phone and checked. Yes officer, there is a number. I showed it to him.
He looked at it and said...well, this number is not from here...

The officer was very helpful. He suggested I call the number with their phone...
So, I dialed the number. It rang...and the same voice[Shanti's] came on..."hello"...
Shanti where are you...? I'm at the station...[this time, I was yelling...feeling flustered and frustrated]
The voice at the end said..."bros, na April fool..."