Everyone I’ve spoken with who is currently serving in government has told me that this Prince Adeniyi case is simply a scam, but when I start asking questions, none of them has been able to answer.
Yes, you can forge an appointment letter and claim that you are a DG but appointment letters are signed by the SGF not the COS. Who allegedly issued his appointment letter or what signature is his allegedly forged appointment letter showing?
Someone higher than a DG must ask that you be allocated office space in the Federal Secretariat. Who made that request?
Someone higher than a DG must write asking that you be given an alleged take-off grant. You cannot yourself write to the Budget Office and the Office of the Accountant General that you should be given a take-off grant. Who allegedly wrote?
How did the agency get into the budget?
Usually, you will go for budget defence as part of a cohort. In this case, it will probably be as part of the State House cohort. Who defended or coordinated the defence of the budget estimates before the National Assembly before they were appropriated?
Did the guy earn a salary in the more than one year he was there? If so, who documented him and asked that he be paid?
With which money was the guy running the office for more than one year if nothing was allegedly released?
Who allegedly wrote to the CBN asking them to open an account for the ‘Council’? The ‘Council’ cannot just walk into CBN and ask to open an account, as if it’s a commercial bank looking for customers.
Who allegedly approved the ‘Council’s’ manning levels and who allegedly approved the waiver to recruit 300 staff?
Was the guy allegedly really that good? Or were there egregious failings at multiple points in the system?
These questions and more are often met with deafening silence. Everyone sighs heavily and uses the ubiquitous expression “Na waa.” Me sef, I sigh heavily and answer “Na real waa!”
This is a case of the proverbial tse tse that has landed on the scrotum. Leave it and it will cause sickness and pain. Swat it and it will cause pain because of its location.
Anyhow you look at it, there are questions begging for answers. And whatever the answers will be, they will not be good.
Still, I hope that there’ll be some answers soon…for the sake of our public administration system.
I am Ezemmuo. I know things.
You think I'm happy living abroad?
I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.
People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.
You think I'm happy?
That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.
How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.
You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?
WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?
Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?
If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?
If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?
Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?
You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.
That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.
You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?
You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.
For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?
I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.
When we were growing up, we made plans with our friends. We wanted to be successful and we wanted our friends to be successful as well. But the reality is that our clock is different. We would not all be successful and even the ones that are successful, succeed at different times.
The beauty of friendship is that, if one of us succeed, we have a measure of protection to leverage on. I do not know what you people call friendship but a person that want friends must show himself friendly, and there are friends closer than a brother.
This idea of making it and suddenly blacklisting the people you used to call friends, is insane. If they were not good people, you would have cut them off before you made it. The only person changing here is you.
It would be a shame if my friends need help and they can't ask me. Why am I in their lives then? What is the point of being friends for 10, 15, 20 years and I can't come through for you. I come through for strangers. Why wouldn't I show up for my own? My friends know me and they trust me. In fact, I'm sure they know that God forbid they die, their kids education and welfare will be sorted as I would my own kids.
Making new friends is good. We connect and expand on the relationships we have as we grow in life. If you keep cutting off the people you used to know as soon as you climb up the ladder, why should the new friends and connections trust you? The higher you climb, the harder it is to trust. That is why people say it is lonely at the top. People are not stupid, they are vetting your character whether you know it or not.
I have friends I made from secondary school. I have close friends from university who are my brothers. I have friends from my time in the UK and we are very close. I've made friends from X whom I am close with. Current relationship does not erase past relationship. Your new friends have other friends. There is nothing happening in your life currently that warrants cutting off your friends just because you're doing better. If you're doing better, you have a responsibility to look after them and be kind to them. Your friends are the only people in this cold world who allow you to be yours and who can call you to order, while still having your back against all odds.
DO BETTER!!!
@guzu_p Read his message with open mind, not cos you just want to attack.
Not all men would marry virgins and it doesn’t mean all of them would have a terrible wife/home.
They are not "uncreating" anything. This is simply the logical next step of their time-tested Create Problem--> Spark Reaction --> Offer Solution strategy.
Objective: Seize resources from a nominally sovereign country which you cannot accuse of being a threat to you, unlike Iraq or Afghanistan.
Create Problem: Execute regime change to remove a progressive government growing the resource-rich African economy at 7% annually - the 3rd fastest on earth - and replace it with a coalition of semi literate ethno-feudalists and greedy morons.
Create Problem: Enable the growth of "Islamic terrorism" in that country by refusing to sell arms to it because of "human rights" and impose an arms embargo on it, to the point where a whole national government is forced to buy its anti-terrorism weapons and ammunition from international black market dealers and smuggle it using Pastor Ayo Oritsejafor's jet (who do you think leaked the intelligence to the South African government and the media?) Also refuse to designate Boko Haram as a foreign terrorist organisation for 3 years after it has started mass killings in the country, so that it can continue raising and moving funds for destabilising the country through the US-controlled SWIFT global financial system.
Reaction: Hundreds of thousands of Nigerians die violently over the next 10 years, targeted for their ethnicity, faith, economic class, and everything in between. Hundreds of thousands of the country's best and brightest flee to become bum-washers in Southampton and IKEA till attendants in Brampton, leaving behind a dying, acutely unsafe country which haemorrhages 70% of its pre-regime-change GDP in just 10 years. The increasingly desperate left-behind population looks for help from any source at all with the characteristic unreason and mortal foolishness of a drowning man. Ponzi schemes, religious escapism, drugs, overentertainment, trekking across the Sahara, foreign military intervention - everything becomes an option for these desperate people.
Offer Solution: Fly a kite about military intervention in the country to "stabilise" and "secure" it. If the people are foolish and desperate enough, they will not realise that you are the one who destroyed their lives in the first place, and they will joyfully bite off your hand to take your poisoned "help." And then you march in directly, remove the useless puppet government headed by an incontinent drug pusher that you installed, and replace it with something even worse.
That's how the real world works, my fellow Nigerians.
Nobody likes you. Nobody respects you. Nobody thinks your life has any value. Nobody cares about you. Everybody cares about the value of the land under your feet, but nobody is interested in the value of the lives above it. If the steam engine were not invented which led to the industrial revolution, the people whom you imagine are trying to "help" you would still be trading you and your children as a commodity. The only person in the world whom your life matters to is in the mirror. You are your only hope and your only saviour. If you do not save yourself, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.
Learn to live with that reality.
This is for Men. Look at what God said about Abraham. Think about it this Easter.
For I have known him, in order that he may command his children and his household after him, that they keep the way of the Lord, to do righteousness
- Gen 18:19
Can God trust you to teach your kids his ways? If you cannot talk to your wife because you worship her or are afraid of her, how are you going to lead your home? If your kids see you dont have authority, how would they listen to you? Some of you have passed spiritual leadership responsibility to the woman because of the erroneous belief that women are spiritual or that God answers them more. You need to wake up.
But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God
- 1 Cor 3:11
Speaking about Abraham's leadership,
Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives.
For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands:
Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord
- 1Pet 3:1,5-6.
Be a man and lead your home. Having said that:
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Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with your wives according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.
Finally, be ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another, love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous:
Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.
- 1 Pet 3:7-9
UPDATE FROM THE CBN!!!
*Let me explain this to you Again in case you still don't understand: As from March 1, You will be paying ₦100 charges if you use your ATM card to withdraw money from another bank ATM machine (in addition to electronics, SMS, and #50 charges). Secondly, If you choose to withdraw money with your ATM card using POS machine, CBN will charge you ₦400 for using POS, they will charge you another #100 for collecting money above ₦10,000. Then POS agent will still charge his own charges. All in all you will be charged close to ₦800-₦1000 for withdrawing ₦20k. Don't be annoyed and start fighting POS agent when this thing is done or started in less than two weeks to this day. This is one of the new tax policy of your government*😷😷🥵🙄😷😈