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ELECTION SERIES: THE ADO OF THE LSS PRESIDENTIAL RACE

​”It is during elections that strangers suddenly start getting all familiar”-Anon.

  Hi there, it’s Ignis. I’m here to talk to you about the upcoming LSS Presidential elections. I’m sure we’ve all seen BCs and been approached either by the men in black themselves, or their proxy campaigners. Well, honestly don’t see why all this fuss. I mean, in this recession, someone will spend money doing banner for election he might probably not win. Hian. Anyways, I guess the courage to even come out to contest should be applauded. I mean, we all know how hard it is, to stand in front of a law crowd and declare your intention to do anything. So, well done, I guess. But, ehm, why exactly are these guys interested in occupying that presidential seat I wonder? Do they really intend to make good on their “plans” and “dreams” for the LSS?…. ..of course we know that’s all sweet talking. 

   Let’s talk about the candidates shall we? On the one hand, we’ve got a man who’s served in the Justice Kayode Eso Student Chambers, the Association of Muslim Law Students, The Tax Club, The Law Society Trust Fund Committee, and Faculty of Law Electoral Committee, and who thinks that this qualifies him to make the LSS alive again. Low key, this guy just called us all dead guys. Moving on, I heard someone say that this candidate has that communicative and oratory advantage, and he probably hopes to use that at the manifesto to convince the lot of you. But then, Hilary Clinton possessed this too, and she was floored in a landslide loss of votes. I have learnt that the presidential baton doesn’t always fall in the orator’s hand, and a man of words is not necessarily a man of the people- matter of fact, a man of words is to be feared. So, the fact that this man seems to be talking up and down doesn’t guarantee anything. We know people would say anything in a campaign. And might I add, it is one thing to be alive and another thing to be alive and well. Well, I don’t quite have much of a backstory on this guy and I think that tells you something. But a certain president won the seat without even serving in any faculty capacity, so maybe he just might win the seat. I just hope that whatever happens at the end of it all, this our guy makes it out alive. Win or no win. 

   Now let’s talk about the one who’s been relatively quite quiet as per campaigning, leaving us all in suspenseful anticipation of what his plans might be. Now, we know that when it comes to politics, this guy, no, man (he’s not your mate oh) has got (a non academic equivalent of) a PhD. He’s used to winning with landslides and sometimes not even being opposed. He’s been repping his class for as long a time as time itself and this seems to be sufficient to say that a person with such acumen as this would be able to serve in a capacity such as the office of the LSS President, but then,…..elections will not be one on what “seems” but on what “is“. And do you know what this man is? He is ambitious (however quietly so), more so to graduate as the president of the faculty than to graduate. This is someone who won’t take a “no” and this poses both advantages and disadvantages, but that’ll not be my business. He is someone who, though isn’t as “out there” as his rival, has the backing of some of the powers that be because he’s known to be quite friendly with the influencers of affairs of the faculty. He’s not someone who needs twelve different BCs, or who needs to talk much, in fact, he doesn’t want to talk, because he’s doing some underground paroles that y’all are oblivious to. He has been working smart more than he has been working hard. He has the backing of all the class reps from bottom to top and by extension, the majority support in the faculty. But, I’ll have you know that “support” and “backing” does not in political dictionaries, translate to “votes“. A classic example is when some of your parents supported a certain presidential candidate in the US last November, but could not, and did not vote. Anyways, I’m not here to campaign on anyone’s behalf, nor am I here to ruin someone’s campaign. This is only an analysis.

  I will leave you with this: A poor beggar at the road side, or a lunatic displaying lunacy, is obviously very much alive, and breathing air. But would you call that much of a life? And by the way, there was a rebirth from PDP to APC, but, any #change?? You and I know the answer to that.

    By the way, you Nigerians that are shouting “Neymar this, Neymar that”, shey you know he doesn’t care, and he just got richer. You’re here taking surgery for someone’s injury. Hian.
Mayowa Akinyemi,

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Posted by on August 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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A SMOKY TALE

I am dozing on my bed this hot afternoon,halfway to the land of sleep, when I hear one of the cleaners yell. She has a loud speaking voice normally but her yells,my goodness,are of the earsplitting sort.

I turn to the other side of my bed and wonder who or what wants to cause this hearing loss for all of us.

She yells again and I decipher the word she is yelling.

She is yelling:”Baba!”

Now, I’m wondering who this Baba is and why his name is being yelled.

She yells again in Yoruba that he shouldn’t kill us.

At this stage,I’m wondering fuzzily, if I remembered to lock the door after my roomie left.

There is a bout of silence and I heave a sigh of relief. I turn again and continue my nap.

Then she continues,screaming at the unseen Baba,asking him if he wants to ruin people’s clothes.

That gets my attention and I open my eyes,fully alert.

Today is Saturday and the clothing lines in the backyard are full of clothes in varying colours and sizes spread out or hung up.

I happen to be one of the people whose clothing is spread out on that line by the dint of hard work,being that I woke up early,8am precisely( Yes. 8am on a Saturday is early for me), to wash and spread them.

She yells again and I sit up fuzzily.

As I rub my bleary eyes ,I smell the smoke.Warning bells go off in my head.

The man who has a plot at the back of our building farms it and occasionally he indulges in bush burning to our detriment.

I mean,isn’t bush burning in residential areas illegal? If it isn’t,it should be.Without any apology to his neighbours too!

I peep out my window and see the spirals of smoke and ashes descending upon the backyard and our hard washed clothes.All traces of sleep vanish from my eyes instantly.

I hear doors opening and people shouting in outrage at the sight of the unwelcome smoke spiraling over the fence.

The cleaner is still yelling and cursing as she packs away the clothes she spread out this morning. She has a murderous glare on her face as she stuffs the clothes into a large basin.

She keeps on cursing as the smoke spirals down. 

I feel the tickle of laughter in my throat and am tempted to laugh. I really am.That is, until I realize I have clothes outside too.

Snapping back to attention,I put on my slippers to go and rescue my clothes,before they start smelling like those of  an “asun” seller.( Not that they smell particularly unpleasant or anything)

Like grasscutters being smoked out of their lair ,we rush out with one quest in mind: rescue your clothes.
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Posted by on July 31, 2017 in Literature/Writing

 

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CHRONICLES OF THE ILLEGALLY LEGAL S2E7

This week and indeed, this entire year has been filled with little…joys which have reinforced my views that maybe, just maybe, life should not be taken so seriously. And even if you wanna take life in general seriously, do not take life in Nigeria seriously otherwise you’ll just run mad. Not the play-play type of madness either, but the starkravingnolucidmomentstearingyourclothesandbarking type of madness.

See the thing is, Nigeria really isn’t ready to let you be great. It’s not as if the country doesn’t want you to be great o (deep down, I’m sure it means well) but it cannot just let you go on and just…flourish. Ahn Ahn! Just like that? Are you playing? Your mates that are suffering first and running mad or killing themselves, do they have two heads?

I’m trying not to rant. I believe ranting about the state of affairs in our beloved nation is something that is done only by people who’ll get into power and do much worse. Case in point: APC. Thus, I do not rant. Never! Except I’ll be paid though. Amean, if you’re ready to pay me big money to rant about the Nigerian situation, I assure you that the article I’ll write will rival any PhD thesis ever written. Therefore, I cannot promise that if I do eventually get into power I’ll be a much better leader, just because I did not rant. Maybe bad leadership and corruption is simply in our blood, the same way it’s in our blood to begin events 3hours after the stated time, or to finish clearing all the food in the plate before eating the meat. No! What I can promise, however, is that y’all will never forget my name.  Never ever. Whether for bad or good.

For the thousandth time in less than a week UBA just debited my account for some obscure charge. And some people will wonder why they’re not prospering in this life. You’re charging me for card maintenance, the same card I’m holding in my hand? The few times I get a credit alert, these pipu will not inform me until days later, but let money just mistakenly leave my account and they’ll be texting me like we’re in a sexual relationship sigh. I’m tired. But I cannot die.

The Faculty of Law, in it’s divinity and infinite wisdom, has decided to enforce the class attendance they’ve been compiling since the semester commenced. This means that if it is not documented that you attended a certain percentage of classes, you will be unable to sit for exams and like film trick your extra year will just come and be sharing squatting space with you. Ah! Even as everyone likes to talk about how having an extra year is not the end of the world and other bs, the simple truth is that, with the type of parents I have, an extra year just might mean the end of my own world, and I’m sure majority of you share this particular sentiment. I might not be much of praying person, but one little…prayer I mutter every once in a while is that the god I serve should not let me spend an extra second in the University of Lagos, talk less of a full year. You see after four long years, I’m simply tired of the nation’s pride. So I’m ready to leave, and to accomplish this I’m doing every thing necessary including attending classes where I might not necessarily learn anything. Before, as a very wise man once said, I’ll goan make mistake nw and won to gba penalty lo throw-in. I’m tired. But I cannot die.

As I leave the…comfort of my room and ac and step out into the world, the jungle that is Ransome-Kuti rushes to embrace me. A couple of feet away, the people of the area are engaged in a very riveting and combative smoking competition. The persons in first and second place are locked in fierce battle for who will be crowned the new Father of Dragons. It’s a pity that I shall miss the rest of the festivities, as I am running late. It’s a bigger pity that Unilag management is not a witness to these celebrations. The talents of a child might not lie in books and other academic activities, but give that same child a blunt and watch him (or her, cos there are many her’s too thankfully) light up with passion and glorious ecstasy. These people are manifesting their own brand of education yet, there’s no one present to offer scholarships and other incentives for intellectual prowess. It’s sad really.

After entering a cab that was probably around during the time of the great Egyptian Pharaohs, I finally arrive at my destination: the Law  Library. Do not be deceived or dismayed though. I, along with at least half the people here on this cold, wet morning, am not here to read. I’m here simply cos for some reason, my bastard network  Glo is incredibly fast in this place. Like, you have the entire world to choose from to give me super fast browsing, and you decide to do it in a place that’s underground. Under the bloody ground. I cannot even begin to fathom the madness of it all so I’ll just move on, before I break my promise and start to rant. Others, like me, are here for diverse and even unexpected purposes. Some are here to drop pant between the shelves and as far as I’m concerned, if you are not here to read and you’re not taking off your underwear either, then why are you here please? You could have just stayed in your room and deceived yourself there mtcheeew.

As I walk to my designated seat, I am reminded again of one good thing this Faculty has to offer: fine girls. Babes. Girls of all ages, types, specifications, beliefs and fetishes. My good god! Certain humans hot enough to leave you actually confused. I have a feeling these people are part of the reason the number of individuals having extra year has increased, not just in the Faculty but in the entire school. People just do not wanna graduate and leave these girls alone, and can you blame them? Who no like better thing? I sit down, and the person beside me welcomes me with a mammy water type smile. I do not know this chick from Adam, but I’m sure even Adam wouldn’t leave this Eve without attempting to seize and….I’ve run out of rhyming words, but I’m sure you get the point.

Thirty minutes into my Library adventure, mammy water smile and I have scheduled a date where we can talk and explore each other’s…minds thoroughly. I do not think I’ve ever wanted to explore a person’s mind the way I crave to explore hers. But moving on. My phone vibrates long and continuously and I turn to check it, expecting that the loml is blowing up my phone with texts and inappropriate pictures. What I see instead is the same 5 bcs spread across 17 WhatsApp group chats and 10 Personal chats. I fume. I vex. I am irritated. I am tired. But I cannot die. Even if these people seem ready to die and carry certain others with them, me, I cannot die. Not on top LSS elections. Apparently, the date is fast approaching and people are getting desperate. But, if it’s BC  that pipu use to win elections ehn, all these ones are already winners in the Lord. Someone is ready to run mad because of a position that, after all the lies you tell us, you probably still won’t do any better than your predecessor, neither shall your name be remembered ten minutes after you’re done sigh. I want to rant. But seeing as no one has transferred dollars into my account, I shall postpone my rant until you people are ready to pay.

I’m suddenly craving corn, be it boiled or roasted. And I’m not the type of person to deny my body anything it needs. Especially food. And the…other thing too. But mostly food. That’s probably the first thing anyone should know about me. If you want my heart, just provide me with constant good food. In fact, after money and just before knowledge and women, good food is a necessary ingredient in my psychological make up. I bid a hearty farewell to mammy water smile and leave the Library to goan begin my corn hunt. 

I almost make it. Almost. I go outside and I am accosted by the real life election campaign team. It seems they have decided to physically manifest the bcs they’ve been disturbing us with. I try to firmly but politely brush them aside. But lined up behind them is another and then another an yet another campaign team. And then it dawns on me that my plans shall not come into fruition. My corn shall have to wait.

How does Buhari do it? How does the boyfriend do it when the girl tells him she’s pregnant? How does my Course Adviser do it when it’s time to sign my docket? How do they all just…disappear? Sigh

I wish I could disappear rn but I can’t. So I must endure this, once again

I am tired. But I cannot die.


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WHY SO SERIOUS?

“You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is is a little push!”- The Joker.

If you think this article is a joke rearing its green ahead around your screen, I suggest you close this web page with immediate effect. If you think it isn’t, then I wonder why you are not in an asylum right now. Nevertheless, I implore you….scratch that. I plead your indulgence to sit back and revel in the consequences of me giving my madness a little push.

Why so serious? Tell me, why are you so serious? Why are you still worrying about your GP? Why are you complaining about your monthly data balance that you renew four times within the same period? If you haven’t noticed, WhatsApp is no longer megabyte friendly thanks to the status feature. And your social media followers, why so serious? It’s not like you’ll add it to your CV when you’re done with this legal journey. It’s not as if you’ll even practice…okay, let me stop there. 

Nigerian Twitter savages, why so serious? Somebody cannot Tweet in peace again, for fear of being jammed by an unforeseen trailer. It’s not fair mehn. One should actually be able to sue these guys. Savagery can provoke suicide, literally. Sister reading this, why so serious? Why are you constantly stalking your boyfriend’s WhatsApp, Instagram, destiny and even Facebook that we left for our parents and razz people? He’s definitely cheating on you. Even if he wasn’t, you’d still go and be shouting Men are scum, all men are the same upandan. Have you tried all of them? Have you tried me? (I’ll most likely break your heart. Emulate Drake by not coming closer)

Lai Mohammed, why so serious? Economy, why so serious? You are so bad that we can’t even complain about you anymore. The plastic bottles of soft drinks that shouldn’t even go for more than fifty naira are now being sold for half the price. I almost fainted when I found out tbvh, and boom, that’s what Ozone expected me to enjoy not long ago. I should be cursing both them and the economy, but that would be so serious, as serious as the Nigerians who have been praying for a certain leader to come back/recover/step down/die for over a year. Why so serious

Lekki people, why so…I should probably cut the jokes here. But nah, why..so…serious. What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger. Yes, stranger; the viral photo of a man smiling while waist-deep in flood. Y’all will see it and come back to say I’m mad. Smh. Still on Twitter savages, there’s a rare photo of a certain duck and a certain frog spotted cruising on the waters. You should check it out yourself, and be careful too. Someone can like to jam you for the simple reason of being online. And my Lekki people, don’t mind the Mainland people that have been mocking you. It’s inferiority complex.

Evans Vanishes’ should probably be the best Nigerian newspaper headline ever. I mean, why so serious? Speaking of vanishing, the annoying day-long rains seem to have vanished…or subsided, at the very least. They were so serious mehn. Funny enough, the day it began was the same day a certain lecturer made his way to an unsuspecting class, after a self-imposed hiatus. Why so serious?

Arts students, why so serious? All that beef on top a cancelled show? You should have been on their group chats on the night of The Event. I literally treaded their faculty with caution the week after. Man cannot be bludgeoned for sin he did not commit. Am I so serious right now? Maybe I am, maybe not. Even the Pat Tiri girls that purportedly did some underground work, they need medals in their lives for being so serious- if they were, that is.

Still on Law students (though this is general now), why so serious? See how y’all rushed out after the Kasunmu lecture for chow. One could think a band of monkeys was unleashed in Main Aud. No, Ade Ajayi auditorium. Or maybe just Main Auditorium. It will always remain so. Not that we were ever kidding ourselves, anyway. And SamAzing, all that seriousness on top whistleblowing? I hope you get paid though. If you know how to do something, never do it for free 😀 

In other news, Game of Thrones is finally back. So will the list of Eligible bachelors and spinsters in this prestigious faculty .
Written By Clinton Durueke



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Posted by on July 28, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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EVANESCENCE – THE WILD LOUNGE

To make someone disappear, ask them to fulfil their promises”- Mason Cooley.

    Hi, it’s Ignis again. First off, I don’t know who Mason Cooley is. Second, I think the aforementioned quote is the reason that there is an absence of the elected president of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. The man came and made promises…and just like always, we fell for them, but when it came time to perform and make good on those promises, he….vanished. Before I go further, this post addresses two disappearing acts: that of PMB and that of the man known as “Evans“. (For clarity, the name “Evans”, is the inspiration for this topic).

    Now, to PMB. It is no longer news to anyone that our president loves to travel. And you know, somewhere in the Guide To Being Irresponsible, it is stated clearly that the next best thing after a solid ten hour sleep, is to leave your duty post and delegate all your assignments to your next-in-chain-of-command and just abscond on a journey of several other journeys just before dying. You know what I define as irresponsibility? It’s not having a lackadaisical attitude to your duties or obligations as much as it is asking for the opportunity to bear a burden that you know is well beyond you. And that’s fine, we’re used to it. Matter of fact, for those who were around between 2007 and shortly thereafter, this feels like déjà vu. Irresponsibility is in our very culture, and I’m sure my migos can relate to that. My actual problem is that Nigerians are here talking about restructuring all over the place like we don’t know how it’ll all play out in the end. People are over here clamouring, some for secession, others for so far undefined rehabilitation of the state of affairs while those with all the money are getting major bag alerts. It’s a sad story indeed. Even this Nnamdi Kanu or what’s his name shouting “Biafra” upandan is just using you people to create hype around himself. Lol. The truth of the matter is that we all know that there will not be any restructuring at all but just like the exceptionally wise creations that we are, we choose to deceive ourselves by taking to media to hashtag the topic. Low key, I’m just over here waiting earnestly for Beyonce to drop the load she’s carrying so that Linda Ikeji can have something meaningful to post about for a change. Well for those of you who are still waiting for PMB to come back from wherever and wave his Midas hand over Nigeria and restructure the already deficient materials with which this entity, Nigeria was built,……I salute your patience and amazing threshold for bull crap. And that’s putting it lightly.
    I’d like for us to please talk about Mr. Evans. This man is a very interesting personality. Matter of fact, I dare call him a celeb. The Pablo of our time. It is people like this that make tabloids sell. But before we go into his own disappearing act, let us briefly look into his criminal life. Now, this man has been into every shady business you can think of, most notably armed robbery and kidnapping for so many years and somehow he managed to stay under the radar….or maybe he was settling relevant law enforcement authorities for a while but then things turned sour and now they’re trying to make it all look like a Hollywood storyline. This Evans guy was such a sensation that the police officers couldn’t resist a snapchat session with him. They took the guy in, gave him all the basic necessities of life, and called it an arrest ,………than all of a sudden, he “vanished”. Lol. Nigerians are actually wonderful. They believe Evans escaped. Evans that probably had this all figured out from the beginning. Get “arrested”, make headlines, “threaten” the police, and mysteriously disappear from custody, and from the face of the earth altogether….creating more headlines. Just like it is in Narcos. I actually won’t be surprised if someone made a movie out of Evans. I actually expect to start seeing memorabilia of the (in)famous son of several fathers. I bet Anini and Sina Rambo are somewhere looking on at this Evans guy with some special kind of pride. Hmmm…the truth is, I feel like the guy is underrated and under celebrated. I mean, how can I have so much blood and so much money on my hands and not get my own reality show?? OJ Simpson was more popular for the case against him than for being an NFL player, so, what then are we talking about?? I’d actually be annoyed if there wasn’t a cinematic reproduction of the chronicles of this legend. He deserves it. After all, we know what Nigeria does to people like that, they never actually go to jail. They just get amnesty and go to live a quiet life somewhere. Or even participate actively in politics….it’s the structure that we’re used to. Anyways, I think I’ve said enough for one article. I’ve got to get to church for the “Special Prayer for the return of our President” prayer meeting (the entirety of which I would be using WiFi). So, on that note, I rest my pen…

     Uhm, can someone please help me to help a brother who’s been stuck on a canoe somewhere in Ajah since Saturday please? Thank you. And while you’re at it, kindly send me a direct link to those pictures of Blac Chyna that were leaked by her bae….I need them for a project. Thank you…
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THE WHISTLE BLOWING POLICY OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT; A MILESTONE OR MILLSTONE IN THE ANTI-GRAFT WAR?

Our most mentioned country, Nigeria is envisaged to be quite deep in the pool of confusion when the talk comes to corruption. Attempts to save this rickety ship of over 200 million passengers seem to have resulted in a riddled state of jeopardy. While many evils bestow these travelers on a daily, some of them seem to have an extra life jinx that successfully prevents them from the vissimilitudes of the day and from the perishing wand that rules the night. All thanks no appraisal to the magician; the devil. Aye! The devil. What other nice name can be allotted to a spirit that enters some men to cloth themselves in Agbada and dance shoki to get your fingerprints with myriads of promises ranging from a meal a day for school kids and 5,000 monthly stipend for jobless peeps. Perhaps, that’s the devil doing her favourite which is promising heaven and the stars whereas he knows you’re only crying for the moon as he had had his persona kicked out of the same heaven a while ago. Perhaps you then realize that you’ve been served fresh vegetables spiced with a flavour that appeals to your ears instead of your nose or better still, your senses of reasoning. That flavour is the lying one. ‘If the mountain  does not come to Mohammed, Mohammed is ready to risk all to come to the mountain.’ Sadly, the Mohammed is a humane flavour. A lying flavour. A lying Mohammed. Do not forget, Mohammed was sent as a flavour by some tantalizing witches that work with the unknown devil. And before you swear that you’re going to kill my Mohammed when next you see him, I’ll remind you that he wasn’t alone all along. There can’t be a flavour or an aroma without a meal neither can you have a meal without a chef and yes, the chef will always have many friends. Friends who are in need and those who are indeed in need. I know of a chef, they call him Jagaban of the Bourdillon.

I know of a meal; I know of a  ‘presiding dent’ who has spent more time at health theatres than in his thinking room of administration. May be we should let that lie a bit as he readily has a ‘commissioner’ to oversee on his behalf while he visits the crown kingdom. Curiously, they search for the devil that has been the meal poisoning agent over time. The devil that has severely bruised the heels of the captains of the rickety ship. In the vocabulary of devils alive, written boldly in gold is the demon ‘CORRUPTION’. Based on hearsays and guess works, these fellows are convinced that the golden demon is the witch they’ve been on the search for. In a crazy rush to haunt the hunter and give the demonic persona a run for his life out of his sinister hide outs and great harms…

Fast forward…

Fastly…

The Whistle Blower was discovered.

He was described as an angel to save these guys from distresses and stresses of making unpalatable meals usually messed up by the demon, corruption.

May be you will be the successful catcher of the minions of demons housed in this devil, only time will tell us that.

A French Philosopher once said in his book ‘The Government and the People’ that: “We have no smooth running of power until we begin to actively engage our people in the fight against lack of development”.

Ladies and gentlemen, not to bore you with rhetorics, in 2016, therichest.com published a report on developed and underdeveloped nations and posited that a major factor responsible for lack of development in the 3rd world is corruption and unaccountability from the government to the people.

While I will like to stand against this backdrop to support that the Federal government is on the right track of fighting the graft war by introducing the Whistle blowing policy, I shall be careful enough not to prophesy that this is the best medium of exposing corruption outrightly.

My reasons and points are though rich but humble to house themselves by pitching a tent of points on three firm grounds:
 The Nature of the whistle blowing policy, closely escorted by the fact that corruption is the grand degeneracy of our government and lastly backed up with the succinct justification of the Policy.
On The Nature of the whistle blowing policy, according to the Minister of Finance, Mrs. Kemi Adeosun, the primary goal of the policy is to support the fight against financial crimes and corruption, by increasing exposure of financial crimes and rewarding whistle-blowers. In order to promote such exposure, whistle-blowers are encouraged and offered protection from harassment or intimidation by their bosses or employers.

The Policy Selling Points are identified to be the possibility of increased accountability and transparency in the management of public funds. Also, the possibility that more funds would be recovered that could be deployed in financing Nigeria’s infrastructural deficit.

In the final analysis, it is hoped that the more accountable the government becomes, the higher will be Nigeria’s ranking on the indicators of

openness and ease of doing business . The ultimate goal is to develop a corruption-free society and attract more and more foreign investors.
The violations the policy stands against include, but are not limited to mismanagement or misappropriation of public funds and assets; financial malpractice or fraud; collecting/soliciting bribes; diversion of revenue; fraudulent and unapproved payments; and procurement fraud (notably, kickbacks and over-invoicing).
Hastily, my next point is conveyed in the obvious fact that Corruption is the grand degeneracy of our government.

Fellow countrymen, it needs no debate that the major cankerworm that is responsible for the stagnancy and retrogression which Nigeria is suffering today, is corruption of authorities and principalities in power.

Overtime, there has been a constant and total clamp down on the resurgence and insurgency of corruption in our country. Both locally and internationally.

For 16 years, we have experienced impossibilities in the tackle of this great enemy. In 2017, there was brought to life, a gradual solution to this menace. It is of exigency that we view in bad light, any person who will choose to see the whistle blowing policy as an Achilles’s heel rather than nitro boosting tyres.
The above will appear as an intellectual dishonesty when it is not backed up with adequate justifications of the whole policy.

It is worthy of note that we remind ourselves that there can’t be something on nothing. Just as there cannot be a solution without a problem, so it is that there cannot be development without total eradication of corruption. A viable and bankable channel of eradicating corruption in Nigeria is by believing and promoting the whistle blowing policy.
Since the introduction of the policy, we have seen politicians and public office holders return stolen funds. The EFCC has been of great help in this matter.

The Ikoyi Osborne Towers scandal is another prove. Where over 150 million dollars was recovered.

Let’s not forget in a hurry, the 9.2 million dollars recovered from a former NNPC managing director.

Also, the 8 billion naira loot of Canterbury can’t just but be talked about.

All thanks to the whistle blowing policy.
Examples of ways whereby the policy tackles corruption are that it is against:
*Violation of Government’s financial regulations e.g. failure to comply with the Financial Regulations Act, Public Procurement Act and other extant laws.

* Mismanagement or misappropriation of public funds and assets (e.g. properties and vehicles).

*Financial malpractice or fraud, theft, collecting / soliciting bribes.

* Diversion of revenues.

* Underreporting of revenues.

*Conversion of funds for personal use.

*Fraudulent and unapproved payments.

* Splitting of contracts.

*Procurement fraud (kickbacks and over-invoicing etc.)

*Violation of public procurement procedures.
Also, it provides Information on stolen and concealed public funds.
It is worthy to note the reward aspect of this policy. The policy rewards persons who report with 5percent of the recovered sums.
 The general hope of this policy is that more looted funds will be recovered through the encouragement of voluntary information about corrupt practices.
I will end with one of my favourite lines…

Jesus turned water to wine but people had to fetch the water first.

Therefore, we must first see this policy as a saviour as it is clearly a means to achieve the curious search for termination of corruption and when this is done, it is of little doubt that Nigeria shall rejoice. Provided there is no resurrection of ‘the soon to be deceased’; corruption.
Written by Samuel Ajayi

(SamAzing)

 
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COULD THIS BE SCIENCE?

A poetic exposition on grace.

Could this be science? 

Unmerited favour,

Unfathomable distinctions,

Could it be explained with a thermometer

Or perhaps a barometer? 

Could it be measurable?

God’s immense wealth,

Out of his store house,

He gives,

Abundance that you can’t explain,

Could it be weighed?

Could it be tested? 

Such kindness unwarranted,

Not caring if you’re tainted,

He loves you,

Unconditionally,

Could it be defined? 

Some call it divine arrangement,

Others qualify it accordingly,

I call it Grace,

Unexplainable, unweighable, indefinable.

Grace! 

 

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