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I have been to over 30 Universities (maybe higher institutions) in Nigeria, amongst which are Ekiti State University (my first in 2004), Federal University of Technology Akure, University of Nigeria, Nsukka, Enugu State University, Abia State University, Imo State University, Federal University of Technology, Owerri, Tai Solarin University of Education, University of Ibadan, University of Abuja, University of Lagos, Lagos State University, Delta State University, Federal Polytechnic, Ado-Ekiti, College of Education Ikere, Adeyemi College of Education, Ondo, etc., aside Health Technology Colleges and Nursing Schools just to mention a few.
Let me tell you what I feel! The Older the better – in terms of Infrastructures (buildings). You might want to take a trip to prove me wrong…OAU, UI, UNILAG, UNILORIN, Etc. have better buildings than the new new-generation Universities and one can’t but wonder whatever went wrong with 21st Century architectural advancement we see allover the world.
I particularly work in a University environment and each morning I step in for work, i feel something is wrong with the workspace, couldn’t just figure it until last month when I visited my secondary school about a month ago! You know what? My secondary school was more beautiful, had more halls, classroom space and sporting facilities than my University-workplace, no thanks to the rubbish dilapidating 5-years-Tetfund-branded Projects. I know it a new University, it will ‘grow’ but OAU was ‘new’ too and it is now old and their start-up buildings are master-pieces.
(1) Please someone should tell TETFund to dignify Academic with more beautiful building that justifies the stupendous budget they earmark for the building we see! (2) Let TETFund/University Administrators insist on master piece building that can stand the test of time. (3) I feel there is a correlation between great infrastructure and ‘scholar-tic dignity’ , a google search will justify this!
Am sure TETFund sympathetics will be fast to say it’s (TETFund) not just about building buildings. Its true on Scholarships! I give it to TETFund, Well-done. I work as a University Administrator and I see the good work it is doing to train Academic staff (at home and abroad) but wonder what why non-academics are discriminated in the training quota.
Most TETFund Building are Bullshit! Do you think this is true?
Just last week Friday I thought of starting a monthly article-series of some important personalities in my life, these are people who at some point or the other have been of tremendous influence or help to me.
Taiwo, stands out as one. I met Taiwo around October 2004 while we were running around for fresher registration as new students of UNN.
I was in the company of my loving mom who was helping me around with the registration *face-covered*, she really believed I can’t do any of those things alone ‘cos I was fresh from Secondary School. Taiwo jokingly challenged my mum and asked why she wouldn’t let me do these things myself and kindly offered to take me around while my Mum hangs around somewhere… my Mum gladly handed me over to Taiwo and that was the beginning of our friendship! Taiwo coincidentally was also putting in to study Economics (same course as I). And he became my governor for four years by mutual consensus of other course mates! He was a great leader and for four years his leadership was unquestioned Read the rest of this entry »
Let us learn all about who wrote this classic. It
was written by the Rev. Clement Clarke Moore ( 1779-1863 ).
He was a professor of Oriental and Greek literature at the
Episcopal General Theological Seminary in New York City.
He wrote this classic for his children, and at first refused to let
it be published because he felt it wasn’t fitting for a Priest to
write, after all it didn’t mention God or Jesus Christ. After a
while his friends won and he let it be published, thus now we
have this Christmas Classic:
Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by
The chimney with care
in hopes that St. Nicholas
soon would be there.
The children were nestled
All snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plumbs
Danced in their heads.
And Mama in her kerchief,
And I in my cap
Had just settled our brains
For a long winter’s nap
When out on the roof
There arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter.
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutter,
And through back the sash.
The moon on the breast
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday
To the objects below,
When, what to my wandering
eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh
and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver,
So lively and quick,
I knew in a moment
It must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles,
His courses they came,
And he whistles and shouted
And called then be name:
NOW DASHER! NOW DANCER!
NOW PRANCER AND VIXON!
ON COMET! ON CUPID!
ON DONNER AND BLITZEN!
To The Top Of The Stairs!
To The Top Of The Wall!
Now Dash Away! Dash Away All!
As dry leaves that before
The wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle
Mount to the sky
So up to the house-top
The courses they flew
With a sleigh full of toys’
And St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing
Of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head
And was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas
Came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur,
From his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished
With ashes ands soot.
A bundle of toys he had
Flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler
Just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
His nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth
Was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin
Was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe
He held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled
His head like a wreath.
He had a broad face
And a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed
Like a bowl of jelly.
He was chubby and plump,
A right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him,
in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye
And a twist of his head
soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread
He sprang to his sleigh,
To his team gave a whistle,
And away they all fly
Like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim,
Ere he drove out of sight:
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
How time spins, how memories pile
How life reads at the tickles
Compiling great catalogue of memories.
Memories, that’s what they are now
Essence, that’s what they were at the time.
You feel incomplete without a few of them.
These feelings change with seasons, didn’t they?
Birthdays, Easter, Christmas, Jan. 1, topping the list
How strong are this feeling with you now?
The stronger they are the younger you are, so I feel
This feelings evaporate with age, so I think…
As they get heated by the ultra-ray of worries.
How I want that feeling back so badly
No worries, no cares. Just fun…
How I want to claim a privilege by nagging
How I wish someone realises am not too old to cry
For what I love so badly.
That a wish list (like my niece’s) isn’t a bad idea.
“Uncle, check my Xmas wish list and add your gift:
Glasses, shoes, wrist-watch, iPod, eclairs (1pk), 1pen,
Cute doll, and my Xmas cloth.” From Enny with love.
What an audacity. So who is out there?
You don’t want to see my wish list. Would you?
Let’s start with my Christmas Cloth…
I copied this story from a friend’s FB wall…I feel it will make a great read for you as it was for me…
Unmarried men in Church…
Brother Unmarried walks into the church, goes into the balcony and sits in a certain spot. Several unmarried women notice him at the same time but none say anything. The women in question are Sister Blue Shoes, Sister Black Shoes, Sister Red Shoes, and Sister High Heels. All are single, over 25 and quite available and hopeful for a husband.
The next week they look up and notice him again. The brother is alone again—, and no ring on his
left finger. And he’s not bad to look at either. On top of that, he’s
toting a bible that looks quite worn. He must be serious about the Lord!
Week three, he appears again, Bible in hand, eyes focused on the pastor.Week four…….he must be a new member of the church and he sits in the same general area week after week after week. But there is only one problem. He’s not very sociable. He just keeps his eyes on the service! Church is over and the pastor says, As you depart, hug your neighbor. And wouldn’t you know it, he turns around and hugs Sister Blue Shoes. Then as he heads for the door, he smiles at sister Red Shoes and waves goodbye to
Sister Black Shoes. As he heads out towards his car, he politely begins a conversation with Sister High Heels who is walking in the same direction and wishes her a pleasant day as she arrives at her car. Brother Unmarried gets into his car, turns onto his favorite gospel station, and heads home.
He arrives home, walks through the door and immediately calls his fiancée(Sister Chosen) who is presently in her last year of medical school in Alabama. He loves her dearly. They have known each other since 7th grade.The brother starts to reminisce as her telephone rings. He remembers the first day he ever saw her. She was new to the school and she walked in with her hair in a pony tail, braces, and a beautiful smile. Everyone loved her
bubbly personality and she became popular instantly. And he was so surprised how quickly she transitioned in the new school and new neighborhood. Of course, it really excited him that from day one, she made it clear that she liked him too and they officially became girlfriend and boyfriend within weeks of her arrival. They have been inseparable ever since. When they were teens they joined the same church , same choir and all the same youth groups. While many of their friends pre-teen crushes
ended, theirs endured. They attended the same high school, went to the prom together, and attended the same college. They completed their four years of college and she went on to medical school while he went on to graduate school. That was the first time they had been separated but the distance only drew their hearts closer together. They agreed that after she
completed medical school they would marry.
So Brother Unmarried decided that he would go ahead and get his two year Master’s degree while the love of his life, Sister Chosen, completed her four year medical degree. After getting his Master’s he started to work and wait for Sister Chosen to complete her studies. Fortunately she will graduate in just 7 more months.
Wow. Time’s flying. He already has purchased the ring and will present it to her on her graduation day. The wedding plans are complete!
The sound of Sister Chosen’s voice awakens him from his daydream. He goes on to tell her about the fact that he is enjoying his new job and that he has found a good church. In fact, he is thinking about joining but wants to wait for her to come to town so she can visit the church and see whether or not she likes it. They talk for another half hour and they end the conversation. He smiles to himself, thanking the Lord for such a wonderful
MEANWHILE in Sister Blue Shoes’ House……..
Sister Blue Shoes has been excited for the past several weeks. She just cannot stop thinking about Brother Unmarried. And she cannot stop meditating on the fact that out of all the women in the church whom he could have hugged, he actually hugged her! No, that could not possibly becoincidence. No way. That was fate! The Lord led him to sit in front of herthat Sunday and it must have been the Lord who led him to turn around and
hug her! Sister Blue Shoes cannot contain her excitement a moment longer.
She calls her best friend. Check out the conversation:
Sister Blue Shoes: Girrrrl, you are going to be a maid of honor soon!
Best Friend: What’s going on, Blue Shoes?
Sister Blue Shoes: That brother I was telling you about—the single
brother who’s been attending church every Sunday. Girl, he was sitting beside a single woman in church today. In fact he was surrounded by single women but when the pastor said for us to hug our neighbor, he hugged me.
Can you believe that? He could have hugged the sister who was sitting right beside him but he chose to hug me. ME, girl!
Best Friend: Now, that is nobody but the Lord!
Sister Blue Shoes: I know! And the strangest feeling went through me as I was hugging him. I felt like I was hugging my husband! It’s God. He spoke to me and told me that I was hugging my husband!
Best Friend: I stand in agreement with you on that!
Sister Blue Shoes: He’s mine. I claim him in the name of Jesus. I know he’s mine!
Meanwhile, in Brother Unmarried’s house….
Brother Unmarried is still thinking about his fiancée, Sister Chosen. He wants to call her back and talk some more but it’s getting late and the phone bill is going to be astronomical again this month! He thinks about it and….oh, well. Fifteen more minutes won’t hurt. Before he knows it, he’s calling his future queen yet again!
And in Sister Black Shoes’ House, Another Scenario…
I just met my future husband this week. I had been checking him out for the past several weeks. I had a feeling in my spirit that he was my husband when I first laid eyes on him but it was confirmed today. As we were exiting the church, he looked me right in the eyes and waved at me!!!!!!!!!!! Whew! Now, of all the women in that church, he waved at me. It’s interesting because he waved in a very familiar manner, as though he
has known me for years. YES, this is my ordained mate. I just know it.
And in Sister Red Shoes’ House………
Hey, mom! Guess what! My future husband smiled at me today in church! Yep,it’s that guy I told you about. He’s been coming to church for the past few weeks. I knew he was my husband the moment I looked at him but today he actually smiled at me on our way out of the church. Can you believe that?All those gorgeous women in church but he did not smile at any of them. He
smiled at ME!!!!!!!!
And in Sister High Heels’ House……
Sister High Heels: Hey Prophetess Angie, I stopped by to speak to you because something serious happened today! Do you remember about a year ago you prophesied to me that I would meet my husband when I least expected to?
Guess what? I met him today. You were right!!!
Prophetess Angie: Yes, as a matter of fact, I believe you are going to be married within the next year! What happened, girl?
Sister High Heels: The next year???!!! Lord, I need to sit down because I’m so overwhelmed I might fall out!
Prophetess Angie: Let me get you some juice. Just calm down.
Sister High Heels: For the past several weeks a very handsome gentleman has been sitting in the section of the church that I always sit in. It’s funny because as big as that church is, why is he sitting in my section, way up there in the balcony?
Prophetess Angie: You don’t even have to finish your sentence. As I was praying for you last weekend, I sensed that you were about to meet your husband. You met him, didn’t you?!
Sister High Heels: YES!!!!
Prophetess Angie: As I was praying for you, I saw his face. He has medium brown skin, is handsome, and under 6 feet tall, right?
Sister High Heels: Girl, YES! He is about 5’10” in height, slender, dresses in really nice suits, is very clean cut. You saw him?
Prophetess Angie: Sure did. I saw him in a vision. He was walking beside you…
Sister High Heels: What! Girl, that is exactly what happened in church!Your vision was right. Of all the women he could have chosen to walk to their cars, he walked me to my car. I cannot even remember what we talked about because my heart was beating so fast. And I did not even ask him hisname…
Prophetess Angie: We are going out tomorrow looking for wedding dresses. We claim him for you! Don’t tell anybody else because they will think you are crazy but we are going to start your wedding plans tomorrow!!!!!
Sister High Heels: Get me some tissues. I am about to cry….
Meanwhile, in Brother Unmarried’s House ……….
Brother Unmarried: I cannot wait for you to get here in town. I just miss you so much………
Sister Chosen: I look forward to seeing you too. Thank God I’m almost through with medical school. We then can proceed with our life plans…
Brother Unmarried: Yes, ma’am! I hope our future children look just like you. You are the most beautiful woman on the entire planet……
The Following Sunday, in Church ……
Sister Blue Shoes, Red Shoes, Black Shoes, and High Heels all scurry to their seats, each hoping that Brother Unmarried will arrive soon. Although they have seen each other in passing, none of the women know each other. None of them have even a clue about the fact that each one has set their”aim” on Brother Unmarried and that they each have “claimed” him as their
husbands. They also have no idea that he is engaged and very much in love with Sister Chosen. Praise and worship service begins but none of the women can concentrate. Each are checking, waiting, hoping that Brother Unmarried
will arrive soon. Praise and worship ends and still no sign of Brother Unmarried. Pastor says the morning prayer, service officially begins, the sermon is uplifted, the altar call, the benediction….what happened to Brother Unmarried?
Sister High Heels has an idea. Maybe he decided not to attend the 8:00service this week. Perhaps he’s attending the 11:00 service. Hmm….she decides to stay until praise and worship for the 11:00 service has ended.
If he’s not here by then, she decided, she will go on home…..
Meanwhile, at the church across town…..
Brother Unmarried decided to visit his uncle’s church this week—the 10:30service. As he enters the sanctuary with his aunt and uncle, he sees a woman smiling at him. She nods her head at him. He smiles back, sits down beside his uncle, and enjoys the service, not knowing that the sister who just nodded is secretly aiming and claiming him as her future husband!
For the next 3 weeks…..
Over the next several weeks Brother Unmarried visits several other churches with various friends and relatives. He has decided to take his fiancée’s advice. She told him not to make any rash decisions about joining a new church just yet, but to visit several….
Tortured Minds at the original church…
All of the sisters are confused about what’s going on with their future husband. Sister Blue Shoes, Red Shoes, High Heels, and Black Shoes all have been looking out for Brother Unmarried…having problems concentrating on
the services because they just don’t know where their future husband could be.
Brother Unmarried did go back to the church but none of the women saw him
because he attended the 11:00 service and sat downstairs instead of in the balcony…..after all, his mind is on nothing but the church service and he finds that he concentrates better downstairs.
Sister Black Shoes…..
It’s been several months since I saw Brother Unmarried. The devil is hiding my husband from me. I’m going to continue to pray and stand for him to return…….maybe I should fast for a few days.
Sister Red Shoes…….
Mom, I don’t know what’s going on. I have not seen my future husband in months! I am keeping him uplifted in prayer.
Sister Blue Shoes……
I am confused. I don’t know what happened to Brother Unmarried. I think I saw him coming into the church as I was leaving but I’m not sure that was him…One thing I do know though: He is definitely my husband! He’ll be
Sister High Heels…..
Sister High Heels: Thanks for stopping by, Prophetess Angie. It’s now been 1 months and I’ve only seen Brother Unmarried a few times in church in allthis time. What’s going on?
Prophetess Angie: Just stand. Your patience is being tested by the Lord.Don’t waver. Keep the faith. We already have that gorgeous gown picked out and hidden in your closet. I know you are going to be wearing that gown and those lovely shoes soon. We’ve picked out the caterer that you will use,
etc. Just be still. Just concern yourself with the guest list!
Meanwhile, on a beach in Mexico…
Brother MARRIED: Our wedding was so beautiful!
Sister Chosen: Yes, it was! Can you believe this? We’ve been together since we were in junior high school and now we finally are man and wife.
I’m so happy!
The Newlyweds Arrive Home….
Brother MARRIED and Sister Chosen walk into the church, hand-in-hand. They have a seat. This is Sister Chosen’s first time visiting her new husband’s church but he told her that of all the churches he has visited, this is the
one he likes the most.
In the balcony Sister Red Shoes, Blue Shoes, Black Shoes, and High Heels peer over, looking downstairs. Each of them squint their eyes. They all think the same thoughts. NO, that guy looks like him but it can’t be him because Brother Unmarried is always alone when he comes here but there is a woman beside him—and he’s holding her hand!
Sister Red Shoes cannot stand the suspense. She gets up and goes downstairs and seats herself directly behind the two. She needs to know if this is really him, her future husband.
As the pastor instructs the church to stand and greet one another, Brother Unmarried turned around and spoke to several people, including her—
but…..there was no recognition in his eyes. Doesn’t he remember smiling
at her in church last year? Then……….the unthinkable happened. Sister Chosen turned and spoke to her and Sister Red Shoes caught a glimpse of the breathtaking diamond ring on Sister Chosen’s finger.
Determined to get to the bottom of things, Sister Red Shoes decided to take action:
Sister Red Shoes: Oh, what a lovely ring!
Sister Chosen: Thanks! My husband designed it himself and surprised me with it! I’m a newlywed. This is my husband, Jeff. My name is Rayna and this is my first visit to this church. My husband had been telling me about this church while I’ve been away at medical school. Now I see why he loves it so
much. Everyone’s so friendly!
Sister Red Shoes: [heart sinking and forced smile]
Oh, congratulations and welcome to the church! You two make a beautiful couple—and girl, that heart shaped rock is going to blind someone. It’shuge and just gorgeous!
Over the next several weeks the other women all see Rayna and Jeff entering and exiting the church together, holding hands. It is obvious that they are newly married and happily so. Oh, well. Another false alarm. Another disappointment. Another unanswered prophecy. Another shattered dream.
Another wasted hope….
And the moral of the story? Ladies, stop “aiming and claiming” men. Let the men set their aims on you. Let them target you. Keep your mind focused on the service. Don’t assume that just because a brother sits next to youor smiles at you, or befriends you—that he is interested in you.
More than likely, he is not interested in a relationship. He is simply being friendly, which is what brotherly love is all about!
All over the country, unsuspecting men are being “claimed” as husbands.
These brothers would be shocked to know that anywhere from 5 to 10 women in their churches have possibly targeted them as husbands. All of the women have the same story. They KNOW in their hearts, souls, minds and spirits that the man is their husband. How many wives can one man have? And most of the men probably have girlfriends who either attend other churches or who are out of town at the moment.
There is a man shortage but that does not mean that women need to set their aims and claims on any available brother whom they happen to see. That needs to stop.
Have you seen a brother in church whom you believe is your husband?
You are not alone. Several other women see him as a husband also!
Are you following my line of thought?
I heard a preacher say that in his church a woman approached a man, put her hands on the man and exclaimed, “I claim you as my husband in the name of Jesus.” The man was shocked, to say the least (especially since he DIDNT WANT HER)
Something is wrong with that picture.
Sisters, let go and let God. He still can supply all of your needs in
accordance with His riches in glory.
Hello my friends and reader across the Atlantic and beyond the Pacific…am glad to let you know today being 1st of Oct. 2013 marks the 53rd anniversary of Independence from Nigeria’s colonial ruler and master, the Great Britain.
It a big celebration in Nigeria…
I dedicate this post to my embattled President,(And his amiable Dame Patience Jonathan…the firstlady of Nigeria…) I wish him all the freedom this season can bring and the wisdom to glide in the tide of gladiators.
I wish also that the president make moves to hold a Sovereign National Conference, a platform in which Nigeria can by herself determine her future and fate!
I Love You Mr. President
– Toward a New Nigeria