Co-operation, no be competition - By Pa Monday

Yeah wondering where I have been all this while? Well the project to gracefully convert Nigerians to utilize electronic means of settlment has proved tough. For the past 12 months or so, I have been slaving away at it. first begining with the pilot in Lagos, and now planning to roll out to 6 more locations in Nigeria.

I miss writting but I thout to break the silence as I read my very good friends blog which has been published on at http://premiumtimesng.com/opinion/122934-co-operation-no-be-competition-by-pa-monday.html#disqus_thread he write...

Even we small people dey do our own. Sotay we get generator wey we dey call ‘I better pass my neighbour’. That name alone don show how bad this spirit of competition dey. If you on your generator, connect light for your neighbour, na bad thing? Dat neighbour fit contribute to buy fuel na. Why house of 10flats go get 10generators?


I have always wondered why we are in such a mad rush on several fronts, but I never really saw the parallels with other bizarre things going on around us. Kudos Pa Monday, this is a brilliant Article on our percived bad sense of competition.,. even better is the genre - pidgin sets a very clear perspective to view Nigeria from.

You could be dying on the inside and nobody knows!

"Sometimes all you need is a friend, to just listen and hear your plight, or sometimes all you need is a pen, get your diary sit down and write. Although its hard to pretend that you are fine and everything is alright, it seems that men cant see the darkness inside as long as the outside bright."

have I turned a poet? No, its a reggae tune - by Assassin. How ironic that something so true, so cool can come from such tough guy. Well my love for reggae has grown over the years so much that I know all the militant names ragga artistes adopt are mere reflections of their alter ego - names like Ninja man, Malvo, Spanner, Capt. X, etc are just iconographic tags of a struggling mind. How hard they fight for a space on the Hot Hot Ragga scene.

I turned to music today to quench the sad sad feeling that has come over me lately (me heart a bleed). and Assassin did a good job to soothe my nerves today. His message is so deep, so I thought I should share. Just because most of us can not understand Ragga, I have typed the lyrics out so you can get the message.

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They cant guess about your problem and your stress or happiness,
cos they don't know.
They cant even wonder, cant start to punder bout the problem that your under, cos they dont know.
tell you the truth - they wouldn't want know - cos only Jah knows....

No one knows your heart, No man can see your thoughts,
all men see is your outward appearance - your shoes and clothes,
so you could be dying on the inside and know body knows.

Sometimes all you need is a friend, to just listen and hear your plight,
sometimes all you need is a pen, get your diary sit down and write.
Although its hard to pretend that you are fine and everything is alright, it seems that men cant see the darkness inside as long as the outside bright.
From how your a shine your teeth, no one will know say your heart a weep, they wont know say your problems deep, say you no eat and your losing sleep.
But no worry yourself cos God can see,
and he will be your strength when you weak,
I say no worry cos the Shepard no go let nothing happen to him sheep.

- Chorus -
God knows your heart,
He sees your struggle he feels your pain,
and he will lift that struggle, he will heal your pain,
No matter how the storm a blow - whether hurricane,
know say the sun must shine again.

You know sometimes how it wicked and you just cant bear it,
Sometimes all you need is shoulder to lean on someone to share it.
if you know have nobody to talk to, no fear call Jah name he will hear it,
And remember say no matter how the obstacle big. Yes the father can clear it.

Remember say - faith like a mustard seed can move a mountain
alter your way for you,
And no fear - cos if you cant pray, you can always make somebody pray for you.
No feel say you are nothing and nobody no care for you,
but rest assured say the father is always there for you.

sometimes we are look for garden ina the sky, and it dey right before we eyes. Enough time we pray and get a reply, but we are gaze and make the answer pass we by, and nuff time a man feel say everything crisp because you no break down and your cheeks dem dry,
but hear what - no water dey run out a your eyes,
God knows when your heart a cry

- Chorus -

If you like ragga, you can down load it from Jungo - Assassin "God knows your heart"

Step into the light!

Yep!!! I have finally stepped out. Yes! into the light. I have been contemplating hosting a blog for a while now. I wanted to talk about the many things that trouble my mind and soul. Tonight (5Th August, 2007) while lying on my bed with madam snoring away by my side, pretending I am not really bored, I finally made up my mind and jumped at it.

leave my own small splashes on the What will I be posting here you ask? well any thing that catches my fancy. From mundane issues like the corruption that plague this naive nation of mine to no go issues like the church and the papacy. If only you would sit and listen or read, I would be able to bear my mind... and perhaps leave my own splashes on this enormous graffiti of life in the third world.

Call me Shaka, not the Zulu even if I am proud black man - but my Shaka is derived from our local name for the shot gun. Shakabula! the sound of the recoil or reload action of a shot gun. most people get their nick names from friends or borrowed from an icon they idolize, but mine was literally coined by me. An attempt to explain why will certainly call for a six pack, blanket and sofa - so I will leave that post for another day. But like the shots fired from the nozzle, my singular ideas tend to hit a wide range of issues.

Since this is my first post, let this serve as an invitation to welcome you and hope to see you soon.