Nigeria culture displaced in a drama

we now manufacture babies in nigeria

Now we nigerians  can also boast of  factories, like this baby factory un covered every day.                                                                            

 

 

 

 

THE PARADOXICAL ENCLAVE

She is a nation!
A mother, but like a childless woman,
Like a mother hen,
She scathers her chicks
With falcon in sight.
OH!! Nigeria!

Like the duck
But she doesn't precede her ducklings
Like an eagle but can't fly,
Even when the wind are right.
OH! NIGERIA!

She waits and wait,
She is stuck even when there is no quamire.
She paddles her boat
But in two opposite directions
Like a river cause,
But she flows from lower COURSE to upper COURSE.

A Nation, no Notion
A Nation, no Motion
OH! My Darrling Nigeria.

                                                                                               Ogbole.


A FRIENDS VIEW ON THE NIGERIA MOTIONLESS STATE             

HOPELESS-NESS

Every morning she awake's

She sigh....and say to herself

"Here is yet another day"

Then, the tears Winkle down her  inflamed chick's

Her hope's in a flurry

Her sun set; even, before it rise.

 

Each hour to her

Was a nightmare

And every of her thought, smell doom.

She furl at her front door

Ready to welcome the wost,

Her face inflamed with voilent

Blazing like a cannel coal

Heaped on anthracite;

Every one know her, as..

The proprietor of the face

That displace the fullest hue of gloom.

 

Neither at Dawn nor Noon

She had a beam of radiant on her

Gradually she wane...

As she decline and diminished-

Every trace of glory culminate into-

The rope, the tree behind the house,

And then!

She dangled and took her last..

BREATH.

As she never live to see the SUN set.

                                                                                                       JAPH. T

OUR DREAMS; OUR HOPE

 

We are a happy people

 

In chains and pain we hold our head high

 

Though scourge and squashed,

 

Yet we know no agony and feel no regret

 

As our hope keep us going

 

Our back baked and hand greased

 

With blisters on our palms and tears running down our eyes

 

Not even this, will kill our dreams

 

Of our precious paradise.

 

On this field, this virgin land

 

We shall reap the gains of our labour

 

As where we stand is;

 

Our private paradise.

 

 

We have tamed and fatten them

 

Not even the inferno hunger and betrayal

 

Can chase us out! of our paradise

 

NIGERIA!

 

The shackles shall one day be CAST,

 

And the chains BROKEN

 

Our sacrifices will declear US

 

VICTORS! at last!

 

As we shall shade no tear

 

But celebrate our long lasting MEMORIES.

                                                                                                                                       JAPH.T



NIGERIA IN THE SEARCH FOR THE MISSING PLANE

              Nigeria has join the world in the search for the missing Malaysian plane, we have searched all our streams and rivers, and still searching, we will keep the world posted on any thing we found

POLICING IN NIGERIA

                                       nigerian police policing oga madam every

THE GARDENER ONLY DETERMINES A FLOWER AND A WEED

 

mosymoseys:

          THIS IS  CHOICE OF A GARDENER (traitor, matthew stover)

WHY?  Because it’s the wookieepedia quote of the day and that’s as good an excuse as any to talk about this flawless fucking line. and why is it so fucking flawless? 

i’m glad you asked because goddamnit i’m about to tell you. 

Because at first glance it’s so easy to see the dark side in it. the role of the gardener is precisely the kind of power the sith seek. it represents an exaltation of the self above all others. 

  To assume the role of the gardener is to be master of their garden, deciding through their own choice and their own actions who is a flower and who is a weed. who deserves life and who deserves death. it is unlimited power, answerable to no one, and the gardener’s choice is absolute: if the gardener decides you are a weed, you are a weed.

But! there’s a light side interpretation as well. it’s less obvious i think but then isn’t it always that way? the quick and easy path leads to the dark side.  And like all things in the light it requires not the exaltation of self, but the release of self.  It requires the gardener to look at the power being offered to them and ask what right do i have to make  this choice?  If any given person could equally be a flower, what right do i have to decide they are a weed. 

  The answer is: maybe you don’t.  To be a jedi is to look at that promise of unlimited power and recognize that no one, not even you, deserves it.
Now it’s not always that simple and sometimes the universe forces our hands and a choice has to be made.  But even then the lesson of the gardener can still serve as a powerful reminder of the gravity of that choice and how it should not be made lightly. 

  Your weed is always someone else’s flower because only a sith deals in absolutes.
so that’s what makes this quote so fucking amazing – its ambiguity, the fact that it can be interpreted and applied equally well from both the jedi and the sith perspective.  Because isn’t that what vergere was always about? is it what the teacher teaches or what the student learns?  I think we all know the answer to that one.  It doesn’t matter which interpretation – if either – vergere had in mind when she spoke those words to jacen, it matters which lesson we choose to learn. 

And you really can learn either here.  You take this quote to be anointing you the gardener and granting you ultimate power over life and death unrestrained by any external morality. or you can take this quote as a reminder that there are no absolutes in the universe and every life is equally precious and you have no right to decide otherwise.
and isn’t that just fucking amazing?

                                                                                        matthew stover

DARK WORLD SCENES

 

SHY PEOPLE

WHEN YOU MEET A SHY PERSON, THE FIRST CONVERSATION IS ALWAYS AWKWARD BUT JUST GIVE HIM OR HER TIME, BECAUSE WHEN HE OR  SHE START TALKING YOU WILL BE ANNOYED BECAUSE THERE WILL BE NO ROOM FOR YOU TO EVEN SAY A WORD. NOTE THAT

THE PLACE OF NIGERIAN YOUTH

Am chained and left in pain
Squashed by the under boot
Of my master
Relegated to the waste bin
I am only a tool for murder
In the hands of my master
And a means to archieve his place
In the society
Am a youth, a Nigerian child

I have take the place of a slave
Battered, tranpled on,bound
And left to roast on the blazing heat of the sun
As i keep to my tool on the field
Brused and left to bake
My back steams and my hand bleed's
As i am drown in my sweat and tears
Oh! what a place for a youth

I lay motionless on my back
As the day fades away in silent
No sound of birds or insect i  heard
But the pain and agony i can't forget
Hunger is the disease i know
I mourn and wish for death but it never came
Am here were my master left me
Am a youth, a nigerian youth

Am blind from vision
Even to hope for better days
am denied,
they have take my dreams and
Replaced them with nightmares
drill out of me strenght
And taken my voice so i can't be heard
This is the place of  a Nigerian youth




 

HOW MILLIONS OF NIGERIAN YOUTH STAMPEDE THEMSELVE FOR JUST FOUR THOUSAND JOB

                                        This faces of  Nigerian youth and Unemployment                                      

                                         
                                        This is the state of UNEMPLOYMENT in Nigeria

                                                 
                                       The situation at immigration exam venue Abuja   

                                             
                                            The way into the venue

        

 
                                                When you finally find your way in

                                              
                                               Even the pregnant were not left out

Abuja at a glance

This is what you see when you are in Abuja central area. view from NNPC TOWERS
 

THE SHADOW CALLED NIGERIA

In life,we live in shadows of others
It might be, either way but there's always a shadow.
Life is the shadow of death
As death is the shadow of life
Joy is the shadow of sorrow
Because both can never go toghether

Light is the shadow of darkness
And darkness is definatelly the shadow to light
Man is the product of  the universe
So, which is the shadow of the other?

Plants and seeds which is the first to began?
The seedlings are the product of the plants
And the plant is the shadow of the seeds
As the seed is the shadow of the plant
We are the shadow of who we 'll become

There is never a chick without an egg
So will there be no Hen with out a cock
They both cast shadows
Because they are shadows of themself
This is the mysterry of life
That we are dependant on each other

A litlle baby once ask her  mama
Mama! you and daddy who was from who
And the mother said,we are one
WHY?
Because they are both shadows
It is the inter-relationship in creation

There was never a Nigria
But there was a people
And the people were the shadow of Nigeria
As today Nigeria is the shadow of the people
Therefore, we are the shadow of ourselves
And every man and woman, tribe or region
Is in the shadow of what make nigeria.


JAPHET.T
 

Lupita Nyong'o, the oscar winner and her sweet looks.................just Lovely!.

            

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the queens of hollywood and fashion

HOW ANNE LOOK ON RED CAPET

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