Do Fish Sleep | Featured Artiste(s): Stage One


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About 2 weeks ago, some folks told me they were going to buy fish and I responded with a question: Do fish sleep?  Please don't ask me where that came from.  I have no clue, but I realized I did not know the answer.  So I decided to joke about it.  I decided that fish sleep and that my only proof was this:

Some of the disciples were fishing at night and caught nothing ALL NIGHT.  Yup! And they caught NOTHING until Jesus showed up.  You know the rest of the story (Read John 21).  

I decided that the disciples were fishing at night because the fish were asleep and so there would be little or no resistance, thereby making the fishermen's job easier.  (Random thought: Have you ever tried "Cow-tipping" before? My quick definition: Cow-tipping is the act of pushing cows over while they are sleeping at night so that they land with a mighty thud. I should put it on my bucket list ... when I make one.  BUT cows don't sleep standing up. What a bummer!)

BAKWAI


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I was thinking about creativity in Naija gospel music recently and here is the image that came to my mind:  If a woman, for example, finally gives birth to a child after 7 years of barrenness (Yes, these stories are real and they abound. No kidding), she will be overjoyed for a whole plethora of reasons that I don't need to spell out.  Let's not even front; she'll be 'over the moon' if it is a male child (Some things never change ... More on this later).  In other words, her joy will be 'Double-Double' in the words of that now popular praise song -->>> Eh, eh, eh, eh, My God is good o ... Everything na double-double o -->>> Yes, THAT song. I even heard a Pastor change it to 'Mega-Mega' because apparently 'Double-double' was a limitation.  Anyways, back to the woman and her testimony.

Now, if this woman is artistically inclined (or not), she can choose to express her boundless joy and heartfelt thanksgiving using art as a medium of expression.  Yes, art as in painting, sculpture, papier mache, ati bee bee.  Bearing in mind that she was barren for 7 years, and 'Bakwai' is the Hausa word for Seven, she can decide to (Yup! You guessed right ... Here come the bullet points ... #Predictable):

ANNOUNCING: JostStart + Two Writing Competitions


AdeOla Fadumiye who blogs at JostWrite is one of my treasured readers (Even if I don't mention your names individually, please know that I treasure and value each and every one of you who take time to visit and/or comment on this blog.  God bless you plenty).  Apart from boldly sharing her own experiences with freelance writing, she has an admirable passion for highlighting other talented people (particularly Nigerians) who are also pursuing their passions.

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 To further the goals of JostWrite, she has just launched a project called JostStart: Doers to Dreamers where she features enterpreneurs who have moved from just 'dreaming' to actually 'doing.'  If you know of anyone who you would like to see featured there, please contact her at jostwrite@gmail.com.  You can read more about JostStart HERE.

Writing Competitions

I know I mentioned in a blog post last year that I would let you know of any writing competitions I came across.  Please see below details of TWO such competitions and if you are qualified to participate, don't hesitate.  Start writing now.

She married herself | Featured Artiste: Josh

What happens when a woman pays her own bride price? Okay, let me clarify the context.  I am referring to cultures in Nigeria where the man pays the bride price to the bride's family as part of the traditional wedding rites.  But what if the man cannot afford the bride price and the woman actually provides the money for the bride price? The man's "paying" is therefore a mere formality and all goes as planned, I am guessing.  But, here's my concern:  if a man cannot pay the bride price, is he ready to marry? Plus, since the money technically came from her own pocket (and is going to her family for the purpose of marrying her), can we say that she has married herself?

The "O le ku" Pattern | Featured Artiste: Mista Seth

No, not the 'Oleku' song.  I am referring to the classic Yoruba movie starring Yemi Sodimu.  If you haven't watched it, you really need to ASAP (both parts).  I watched it for the very first time during acculturation in Ipetumodu (and by saying this I have hopelessly revealed my secondary school *sigh*), Osun State with other class girls from secondary school.  I remember all of us complaining bitterly because of the way the movie ended.  *Enter a movie spoiler*  Sorry guys, but to get the point across, I need to expose the end *dodges tomatoes and agbo jedi-jedi ingredients thrown at her* All in good fun, ba?

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Anyway, here is the outcome: the main character did not pick any of the ladies vying for his affections.  He picked and married some other lady we were not expecting him to hook up with.  In other words, he did not marry any of the two ladies we were expecting him to choose from.  Rather, he married the 3rd lady, a totally different person.

This same thing happens in real life too.  I have seen this pattern repeated over and over again:

Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl likes boy back, boy and girl fall in  lust love, boy proposes to girl, girl's status on Facebook changes from "in a relationship" to "engaged." Innocent Relentless, in keeping with her New Year's resolution, is minding her own business jejely and not planning to do any "gbeborun" or "aproko."  But Facebook has better plans for her.  Relentless logs into Facebook and sees that fictitious girl, Joy is now "engaged" to Richard.  Relentless then jumps on the "her own don beta" bandwagon and goes on to congratulate Joy, who is now a fiancee, with the obligatory Facebook wall message that reads something like this: "Congratulations on your engagement, Joy!" (What? Were you expecting something else? I don't know what you were expecting o ... this was what I had in mind *displays a set of "not-so-pearly" white teeth*)

Who paid for THAT wedding | Featured Artiste: Miss Bee

If you're like me, you must have noticed the proliferation of websites that showcase Nigerian weddings including the couple's wedding websites, vendors websites (such as photographers, bakers, event planners, etc) and online magazines.  Thanks to the internet, we are no longer limited to viewing Nigerian society weddings in magazines like Ovation, but you can view the much-coveted and highly anticipated wedding pictures online via Bella Naija, Sugar Weddings, Na My Wedding, etc.

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The pictures tend to have the same distinct pattern:

ANNOUNCING: Give a book + Real Talk

You might think your voice will not make a difference, but I know from experience that that just isn't true.  So, here are two opportunities to support and make a difference, organized by two fellow bloggers.  Please support them o!

Give a Book, Save our Future

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This is an initiative organized by Naija4Life, a fellow blogger who has been very supportive of this blog, and just about the only other person I know who is passionate about Education on Blogsville.  His new campaign titled "Give a Book, Save our Future" is his own way of contributing towards a better quality of education in Nigeria.  He is asking for our help by donating books (used, new, fiction, non-fiction, academic, etc) which will then be distributed to students who desperately need them in Nigeria.  If you live in the UK or Ireland, please email him at either of these addresses: nnaija4life@yahoo.com OR giveabooksaveourfuture@yahoo.com.  For those of us who live in other parts of the world including Nigeria and the United States, he still needs help with facilitating and mobilizing support, so please contact him if you can help out with these.  For more information, please visit his blogs: Education that works for Nigeria and A pen and a heart.

Other People's Money | Featured Artiste(s): Friendz

Possibly one of the most profound books I read last year was "Other People's Money" by Emile Gaboriau (Read FREE E-book version HERE, courtesy of Project Gutenberg)  I just couldn't put down the book (well, the BN Nook version) no matter how tired I was.  I also took notes (something that slowed down my reading, but it was well worth it) because from page to page, I just couldn't believe what I was reading.  Emile Gaboriau, who is considered the Father of Detective Fiction and lived during the 1800s was describing in so much detail something that has become so normal in Nigeria today, i.e. individuals entrusted with funds belonging to other people, using the said funds to "service" their aristo chicks.

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In Nigeria, I suppose the equivalent would be politicians frittering away public funds on "private" matters. The whole thing just brought to mind the saying that "Nothing is new under the sun."  I really believe that now.

Do you ever wonder what the aristo chicks use the money lavished on them for? Well, your guess is as good as mine and it features the usual suspects:
  • Clothes
  • Shoes
  • Jewellery
  • Hair (Yup! Using hair that was once on another human being's head can cost more than a pretty penny)
  • Electronic gadgets (Latest phones, and all the other gadgets that promise eternal bliss, but don't)
  • Vacations and Trips to exotic destinations
  • Boutiques filled with ... Yup! You guessed right: Some of the items already mentioned above (I guess these chicks have some ambition after all *irritated hiss*)
Upon all the curses that people hurl at them, these "ladies" end up as First ladies (to Governors), etc, while hardworking Nigerians with "zero-aristo-ambition" have to wake up to face the music of hikes in prices of just about everything (think "removal of fuel subsidy").  But I guess, if it isn't your money, you can spend it like there's no tomorrow, right? Is there any justice in this world? Just wondering ...

Hello, 2012!


Hallelujah! And Congratulations! If you are reading this, it means you made it to 2012 and for that alone God is worthy to be praised.

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On this blog, 2012 is the Year of: