ok ,really times have changed,where was i 1992 was in secondary school,computers still felt like sci-fi(at least in Nigeria) except my father's hand held casio and now things have gone far beyond my imagination,tried playing catch up a couple of times picking up all technologies along the way,hey i did not even go beyond play station one,to get involved in an rpg on wii right now will set back my productivity by 10 years.
Thank God for his small mercies blogging don't cost me that much and with my laptop,really good bandwidth and you tube,i can be locked temporary in a world of contemporary poetry listening to asa's jailer while writing as the muse dictates.
Monster.com is such a monster all i have to do is build one resume and make a million applications,ok maybe not a million,just 100,you never know when i'll get a call(thought it would be easy studying engineering).
Just downloaded 'The matrix' and it cost me just a bit,and thanks to wiki i just found out other titles by keanu reeves i can watch and i also found out that the movie borrowed from concepts of several beliefs including Buddhism, Christianity, Gnosticism, Hinduism, Judaism, Islam and Atheism.
wiki also has the other cast which i can easily check with imdb for other movies they have made,who is Carrie-Anne Moss ?
i have to go to bed,have to be at work by 7,but first i have to check out my high school crush tosin,wonder what she is up to,is she on face book?
if i had all this as a kid in 1992 would probably be at an internet boot camp,trying to deliver my self from internet information gluttony. oops is my spelling of gluttony right?,let me check,I'll just google it.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
ASA,ASA,ASA,asa,asa,asa,asa
I LOVE ASA,i love asa,i love asa,do you wonder why ?
here is her biography
Asa was born in Paris. Her early life in the City of Light left the little girl with only the
vaguest of (happy) memories, since she was no more than two years old when her family
returned to live in Nigeria. Paris was just one stage in the life of her courageous and hard-
working parents. But her fate was tied up with the city: it was to Paris that Asa returned
twenty years later and where her life as an artist took wing.
Asa grew up in Lagos, a city teeming with people and buzzing with energy but also home to a
deep-rooted spirituality. Islam thrives shoulder to shoulder with Christianity in an atmosphere
of tolerance, the young imitate America, and the turbulent city moves endlessly in an infernal
and yet harmonious ballet of love and hate, laughter and violence, poverty and wealth.
“Lagos is the New York of Nigeria. If you want to get anywhere in music, that’s where you’ll
find the best opportunities, as well as the worst pitfalls.”
Asa was the only girl in the family and had to share her parents, not often present, with three
brothers. At a tender age she began to look after the house during her father and mother’s
frequent absences. That is when Asa started to sing. The desire to sing came to her and didn’t
go away, carving out a permanent place in her soul. So Asa sang her heart out. She preferred
singing to talking, improvising endlessly — until her mother made her stop! Over the years
her father had built up a fine collection of records featuring soul classics and Nigerian music.
The little girl grew up to the sounds of artists including Marvin Gaye, Fela Kuti, Bob Marley,
Aretha Franklin, Sunny Ade, Ebenezer Obey and Lagbaja and went on to draw inspiration
from them. Asa was a lonely child. The family, her brothers, Africa....and yet: she didn’t fit
into the usual clichés and was often sad, feeling out of place in childhood, even more so in the
world of adolescence. She was different, and music became an escape route as well as a
daydream. Asa would sometimes go to the park with her bothers to sing and dance, but more
often took refuge in an imaginary universe that was her’s alone. Decked out in a wig
borrowed from the maternal treasure chest, a tube of cream serving as her mike, revelling in
the freedom of no one watching her, she sang Michael Jackson and Bob Marley hits and
greeted an imaginary crowd...
“I was a tomboy and when I was a teenager I became very shy because people made fun of
me...in my own way, I was already attracting attention! I got in the habit of never doing
anything like everyone else. People didn’t understand my low-pitched deep voice, the choirs
didn’t want anything to do with me. I had to get to church first if I was to have any chance of
getting near the mike!”
Asa fought back. Against rejection, against the ups and downs of a life where, to achieve what
people call happiness, she had to sacrifice everything. She was twelve when her mother sent
her to one of the best schools in the country. But educational excellence had a bitter taste: five
years of studies and hardship. When she came home, she discovered Erika Badu, D’Angelo,
Rafaël Saadiq, Lauryn Hill, Femi Kuti and Angélique Kidjo, in whose footprints she dreamt
of following. At 18, Asa was very familiar with frustration. The university was on strike, the
choirs were snubbing her. Nevertheless, she managed to get her voice heard on a few radio
talent shows and her first applause brought her boundless pleasure. She then signed up, in
secret, for the Peter King’s School of Music and learnt to play the guitar in 6 months.
Music and independence: Asa was insatiable in her desire to live life to the fullest, to meet
people, to be immersed in music.
Asa, in her own opinion, is not a commercial product and not a sex kitten. But she is
dazzlingly talented and gifted with a will of iron. She began to feel the wind of success
blowing in her direction. A wind strong enough to sweep her away, but that would be
forgetting that Asa does, after all, mean little falcon, a nickname acquired following a running
away incident in childhood. She was offered contracts, concerts and money, but Asa was
determined to make her music just the way she wanted. In 2004 she met her manager, Janet,
who introduced her to Cobhams Emmanuel Asuquo, who in turn became her musical partner.
And enabled Asa, the free spirit, to find her bearings: songs in English and Yoruba, music
falling somewhere between pop and soul, inspired by her musical heritage — with particular
care paid to the melodies — and reflecting the feeling she puts into it. Her texts talk about her
country, the things in life, the things in her life, all delivered with feigned naivety and real
irony.
“I like writing or thinking about my texts on the bus, or the molué, as we call it. 49 seats, 99
passengers standing up, as Fela described it. Everyone’s squashed up together and mini-
dramas break out all the time. And, at the end of the day, we still manage to laugh, that’s
where our strength lies ...”
It was at this stage of her life that Asa finally returned to Paris. This was her chance to test out
her talent on the French musical scene, playing with artists such as the Nubians, Manu
Dibango, Doctor L and Tony Allen. In the meantime, back in Nigeria, her first single, Eyé
Adaba, then Jailer, were beginning to get airtime. MTV chose her as the ambassador for
South Africa, her popularity was growing and, when she went back, she opened for Akon,
John Legend, Beyoncé and Snoop Dogg amongst others.
Asa talks to the people.
“I want my music to touch people. As an African, I want to give hope back to my people, but
also to speak in their name. I want to show the world that something beautiful and positive
can come out of the black continent and inspire young people all over the world.”
Asa soon signed to the Naïve label. Partnered by Cobhams, and with the new involvement of
Christophe Dupouy, she produced a magnificent eponymous album: the music’s grace reflects
its tempo, humour is never far from emotion, the melodies are unstoppable, the young singer’s
voice and energy testify to her enormous talent. The flautist Magic Malik is also featured,
shedding his light on the eleven tracks, where the almost magical simplicity of the way the
melodies get under your skin should not hide the richness of the arrangements: elegant strings,
perfectly placed drums and percussion, guitar — her favourite instrument — along with the
Hammond organ playing the field between funk and soul. R&b rubs up against pop, with
reggae also making an appearance on Fire On The Mountain, the first track released from the
album, an impertinent and barely-disguised metaphor for an ignorant and indifferent world.
Anyone who refuses to pay attention to the sparks will have no choice but to run when the fire
breaks out. The fire, it’s the conflicts we neglect because there is no oil at stake, but it’s also
the paedophiles, domestic violence and poverty on your doorstep, and so on. Asa expresses
her bittersweet point of view on the realities that move her in different forms, from daydream
to nose-thumbing to SOS. Her aim is, of course, to transmit positive values, but also to put
words to the things that hurt: Jailer, another highlight of the album, reinterprets the old adage
“you reap what you sow”. This emblematic song with its irresistible refrain opens the album
by denouncing modern slavery in all its forms. Asa combines these committed pieces with
messages of hope: Eye Adaba (dove in Yoruba) where her voice takes on a fragile air to echo
the acoustic guitar, 360, Peace, No One Knows... So Beautiful, a vibrant homage to her
mother, Subway and Bi’Banke which take an original and insightful approach to love, full of
strength and sensitivity. Sensuality intertwines with spirituality, rebellion with wisdom, on an
inspired and optimistic first album. Highly personal and totally universal, Asa’s music will
undoubtedly cross all frontiers, not just geographical, but also those of the heart and soul.
Africa, like the world’s pulse...
Africa, like a troublemaker...
Africa, like a cry of hope ringing in your ears...
Africa, like Asa.
from http://www.naive.fr/sites/asa
her version of the redemption song
360 degrees -lovely yah
here is her biography
Asa was born in Paris. Her early life in the City of Light left the little girl with only the
vaguest of (happy) memories, since she was no more than two years old when her family
returned to live in Nigeria. Paris was just one stage in the life of her courageous and hard-
working parents. But her fate was tied up with the city: it was to Paris that Asa returned
twenty years later and where her life as an artist took wing.
Asa grew up in Lagos, a city teeming with people and buzzing with energy but also home to a
deep-rooted spirituality. Islam thrives shoulder to shoulder with Christianity in an atmosphere
of tolerance, the young imitate America, and the turbulent city moves endlessly in an infernal
and yet harmonious ballet of love and hate, laughter and violence, poverty and wealth.
“Lagos is the New York of Nigeria. If you want to get anywhere in music, that’s where you’ll
find the best opportunities, as well as the worst pitfalls.”
Asa was the only girl in the family and had to share her parents, not often present, with three
brothers. At a tender age she began to look after the house during her father and mother’s
frequent absences. That is when Asa started to sing. The desire to sing came to her and didn’t
go away, carving out a permanent place in her soul. So Asa sang her heart out. She preferred
singing to talking, improvising endlessly — until her mother made her stop! Over the years
her father had built up a fine collection of records featuring soul classics and Nigerian music.
The little girl grew up to the sounds of artists including Marvin Gaye, Fela Kuti, Bob Marley,
Aretha Franklin, Sunny Ade, Ebenezer Obey and Lagbaja and went on to draw inspiration
from them. Asa was a lonely child. The family, her brothers, Africa....and yet: she didn’t fit
into the usual clichés and was often sad, feeling out of place in childhood, even more so in the
world of adolescence. She was different, and music became an escape route as well as a
daydream. Asa would sometimes go to the park with her bothers to sing and dance, but more
often took refuge in an imaginary universe that was her’s alone. Decked out in a wig
borrowed from the maternal treasure chest, a tube of cream serving as her mike, revelling in
the freedom of no one watching her, she sang Michael Jackson and Bob Marley hits and
greeted an imaginary crowd...
“I was a tomboy and when I was a teenager I became very shy because people made fun of
me...in my own way, I was already attracting attention! I got in the habit of never doing
anything like everyone else. People didn’t understand my low-pitched deep voice, the choirs
didn’t want anything to do with me. I had to get to church first if I was to have any chance of
getting near the mike!”
Asa fought back. Against rejection, against the ups and downs of a life where, to achieve what
people call happiness, she had to sacrifice everything. She was twelve when her mother sent
her to one of the best schools in the country. But educational excellence had a bitter taste: five
years of studies and hardship. When she came home, she discovered Erika Badu, D’Angelo,
Rafaël Saadiq, Lauryn Hill, Femi Kuti and Angélique Kidjo, in whose footprints she dreamt
of following. At 18, Asa was very familiar with frustration. The university was on strike, the
choirs were snubbing her. Nevertheless, she managed to get her voice heard on a few radio
talent shows and her first applause brought her boundless pleasure. She then signed up, in
secret, for the Peter King’s School of Music and learnt to play the guitar in 6 months.
Music and independence: Asa was insatiable in her desire to live life to the fullest, to meet
people, to be immersed in music.
Asa, in her own opinion, is not a commercial product and not a sex kitten. But she is
dazzlingly talented and gifted with a will of iron. She began to feel the wind of success
blowing in her direction. A wind strong enough to sweep her away, but that would be
forgetting that Asa does, after all, mean little falcon, a nickname acquired following a running
away incident in childhood. She was offered contracts, concerts and money, but Asa was
determined to make her music just the way she wanted. In 2004 she met her manager, Janet,
who introduced her to Cobhams Emmanuel Asuquo, who in turn became her musical partner.
And enabled Asa, the free spirit, to find her bearings: songs in English and Yoruba, music
falling somewhere between pop and soul, inspired by her musical heritage — with particular
care paid to the melodies — and reflecting the feeling she puts into it. Her texts talk about her
country, the things in life, the things in her life, all delivered with feigned naivety and real
irony.
“I like writing or thinking about my texts on the bus, or the molué, as we call it. 49 seats, 99
passengers standing up, as Fela described it. Everyone’s squashed up together and mini-
dramas break out all the time. And, at the end of the day, we still manage to laugh, that’s
where our strength lies ...”
It was at this stage of her life that Asa finally returned to Paris. This was her chance to test out
her talent on the French musical scene, playing with artists such as the Nubians, Manu
Dibango, Doctor L and Tony Allen. In the meantime, back in Nigeria, her first single, Eyé
Adaba, then Jailer, were beginning to get airtime. MTV chose her as the ambassador for
South Africa, her popularity was growing and, when she went back, she opened for Akon,
John Legend, Beyoncé and Snoop Dogg amongst others.
Asa talks to the people.
“I want my music to touch people. As an African, I want to give hope back to my people, but
also to speak in their name. I want to show the world that something beautiful and positive
can come out of the black continent and inspire young people all over the world.”
Asa soon signed to the Naïve label. Partnered by Cobhams, and with the new involvement of
Christophe Dupouy, she produced a magnificent eponymous album: the music’s grace reflects
its tempo, humour is never far from emotion, the melodies are unstoppable, the young singer’s
voice and energy testify to her enormous talent. The flautist Magic Malik is also featured,
shedding his light on the eleven tracks, where the almost magical simplicity of the way the
melodies get under your skin should not hide the richness of the arrangements: elegant strings,
perfectly placed drums and percussion, guitar — her favourite instrument — along with the
Hammond organ playing the field between funk and soul. R&b rubs up against pop, with
reggae also making an appearance on Fire On The Mountain, the first track released from the
album, an impertinent and barely-disguised metaphor for an ignorant and indifferent world.
Anyone who refuses to pay attention to the sparks will have no choice but to run when the fire
breaks out. The fire, it’s the conflicts we neglect because there is no oil at stake, but it’s also
the paedophiles, domestic violence and poverty on your doorstep, and so on. Asa expresses
her bittersweet point of view on the realities that move her in different forms, from daydream
to nose-thumbing to SOS. Her aim is, of course, to transmit positive values, but also to put
words to the things that hurt: Jailer, another highlight of the album, reinterprets the old adage
“you reap what you sow”. This emblematic song with its irresistible refrain opens the album
by denouncing modern slavery in all its forms. Asa combines these committed pieces with
messages of hope: Eye Adaba (dove in Yoruba) where her voice takes on a fragile air to echo
the acoustic guitar, 360, Peace, No One Knows... So Beautiful, a vibrant homage to her
mother, Subway and Bi’Banke which take an original and insightful approach to love, full of
strength and sensitivity. Sensuality intertwines with spirituality, rebellion with wisdom, on an
inspired and optimistic first album. Highly personal and totally universal, Asa’s music will
undoubtedly cross all frontiers, not just geographical, but also those of the heart and soul.
Africa, like the world’s pulse...
Africa, like a troublemaker...
Africa, like a cry of hope ringing in your ears...
Africa, like Asa.
from http://www.naive.fr/sites/asa
her version of the redemption song
360 degrees -lovely yah
Saturday, November 17, 2007
AYO LIVE in france......
stumbled on her on youtube thought i should share,think i love the vocals and excellent mood,would not mind a girl singing this to me lol......
check her official web site-http://ayomusic.artistes.universalmusic.fr/
check her official web site-http://ayomusic.artistes.universalmusic.fr/
black is good,white is evil
For a while i have been reading about a lot of racist remarks
on the web and on the papers for instance a statement made by james watson
which he told the sunday times.
Dr Watson told The Sunday Times that he was "inherently gloomy about the prospect of Africa" because "all our social policies are based on the fact that their intelligence is the same as ours – whereas all the testing says not really". He said there was a natural desire that all human beings should be equal but "people who have to deal with black employees find this not true".
and a lot of stuff by some other chaps who claim the black race has invented nothing and are a lazy bunch.
personally i think all men where born equal,but into different circumstances which help in shaping or determining what they would become.
history still claims that civilization started in egypt which is in africa,when egypt was run by a group of blacks or a dark skinned race, before the present arabs ever got there,history has also mentioned great black cities such as ethopia and timbuktu and great generals such as hannibal(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal) and shaka zulu(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaka_Zulu).
There have been several nobel prize winners who were black,one to note is wole soyinka (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wole_soyinka) who got the nobel prize for literature and a notable scientist is Philip Emeagwali (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Emeagwali) and the list goes on
It hurts when every one brands africans as lazy and as crooks when some of the greatest crooks of all times where caucastians,i mean look at al capone,or why dont we check out who invented weed or cocaine or stuffs like that .
there have also been some time in caucastian history where they where regarded as poor and improvished asides that ,there still are some poor caucastion countries that require aid today,so i wonder why africa is so bad.
that is not to say that there are no bad people in africa,there are ,but i want to stress that these people are not bad cause they are black.
on the web and on the papers for instance a statement made by james watson
which he told the sunday times.
Dr Watson told The Sunday Times that he was "inherently gloomy about the prospect of Africa" because "all our social policies are based on the fact that their intelligence is the same as ours – whereas all the testing says not really". He said there was a natural desire that all human beings should be equal but "people who have to deal with black employees find this not true".
and a lot of stuff by some other chaps who claim the black race has invented nothing and are a lazy bunch.
personally i think all men where born equal,but into different circumstances which help in shaping or determining what they would become.
history still claims that civilization started in egypt which is in africa,when egypt was run by a group of blacks or a dark skinned race, before the present arabs ever got there,history has also mentioned great black cities such as ethopia and timbuktu and great generals such as hannibal(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal) and shaka zulu(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaka_Zulu).
There have been several nobel prize winners who were black,one to note is wole soyinka (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wole_soyinka) who got the nobel prize for literature and a notable scientist is Philip Emeagwali (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Emeagwali) and the list goes on
It hurts when every one brands africans as lazy and as crooks when some of the greatest crooks of all times where caucastians,i mean look at al capone,or why dont we check out who invented weed or cocaine or stuffs like that .
there have also been some time in caucastian history where they where regarded as poor and improvished asides that ,there still are some poor caucastion countries that require aid today,so i wonder why africa is so bad.
that is not to say that there are no bad people in africa,there are ,but i want to stress that these people are not bad cause they are black.
resurrection
been damn,bizzy,lazy,reading,worrying,in combinations and apart so the blog lost out,but guess im back,hoping to be a bit more fun and focused and trying so hard to work at google,ah it dont matter,below is one video that blew my mind the moment i saw it's nijas own asa..................................
so what do you think,would love comments,gives me that lauren hill,tracy chapman feel,i love this song,dont know about you...
so what do you think,would love comments,gives me that lauren hill,tracy chapman feel,i love this song,dont know about you...
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Godtube
hey want to watch sermons,christian musical videos and stuff try Godtube,really intresting site.
http://godtube.com/
http://godtube.com/
Independence Day
When i was in nigeria,i use to read articles talking about nigerians in despora that were crazy about their country and how independence day, outside nigeria was maked in style,but right here in sweden i cannot help but note the resentment towards nigeria by nigerians in my social cirles,they feel there is absolutely nothing to celibrate and they would rather do more important things after all,the independence seems to have causes more calamity than anything good.AS for me i guess if im not to busy ill just take time to reflect about my future and what little bit i could do to the country.
Virtual Beer Server
This kind of intresting,discovered a virtual beer server on the internet,with this site you can send beer to and any where in the world(wonders of the techie)
you can try it (lol!!!)
http://beer.trash.net/
you can try it (lol!!!)
http://beer.trash.net/
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Women really are hot for chocolate by Sarah-Kate Templeton
FOR a long time women have compared chocolate to sex. Now doctors have discovered a scientific link between the two.
According to Italian researchers, women who eat chocolate regularly have a better sex life than those who deny themselves the treat. Those consuming the sugary snack had the highest levels of desire, arousal and satisfaction from sex.
The urologists from San Raffaele hospital, Milan, questioned 163 women about their consumption of chocolate as well as their experience of sexual fulfilment.
The study, which will be presented at the European Society for Sexual Medicine in London next month, found: “Women who have a daily intake of chocolate showed higher levels of desire than women who did not have this habit. Chocolate can have a positive physiological impact on a woman’s sexuality.”
Dr Andrea Salonia, author of the study — funded from a university research budget, not by the confectionery industry — said women who have a low libido could even become more amorous after eating chocolate. He believes chocolate could be particularly medicinal for women who shun sex because they are suffering from premenstrual tension.
“Chocolate is not like a food, it is like a drug. Women who suffer mood swings as a result of their menstrual cycle may also suffer a dip in their sexual function. I strongly believe eating chocolate may improve their sexual function,” said Salonia.
The research looked at the lifestyle habits that affect women’s sex lives. It also looked at smoking and coffee consumption but found no links with sexual enjoyment. Some might argue, however, that women who like chocolate are simply more sensually attuned.
from http://www.chocolate.org
carry on eating choco
According to Italian researchers, women who eat chocolate regularly have a better sex life than those who deny themselves the treat. Those consuming the sugary snack had the highest levels of desire, arousal and satisfaction from sex.
The urologists from San Raffaele hospital, Milan, questioned 163 women about their consumption of chocolate as well as their experience of sexual fulfilment.
The study, which will be presented at the European Society for Sexual Medicine in London next month, found: “Women who have a daily intake of chocolate showed higher levels of desire than women who did not have this habit. Chocolate can have a positive physiological impact on a woman’s sexuality.”
Dr Andrea Salonia, author of the study — funded from a university research budget, not by the confectionery industry — said women who have a low libido could even become more amorous after eating chocolate. He believes chocolate could be particularly medicinal for women who shun sex because they are suffering from premenstrual tension.
“Chocolate is not like a food, it is like a drug. Women who suffer mood swings as a result of their menstrual cycle may also suffer a dip in their sexual function. I strongly believe eating chocolate may improve their sexual function,” said Salonia.
The research looked at the lifestyle habits that affect women’s sex lives. It also looked at smoking and coffee consumption but found no links with sexual enjoyment. Some might argue, however, that women who like chocolate are simply more sensually attuned.
from http://www.chocolate.org
carry on eating choco
Monday, September 17, 2007
HOT FUZZ (that guy is good)
i am crazy about this movie ,i thought british movies where crap but this is the bomb.the jokes where awesome and the violence was so %¤&%&/¤%
you have to see this movie men i love it.
i think i love my wife
this is a really lovely movie by chris rock with a rather strange end about temptation in marriage,was fun
but i wonder wat i would do if i where in his shoes.
Prisons better than living conditions in some countries
Scandinavia, made up of Sweden, Norway, and Finland, is considered one of the most modern places to live, work, and be educated. Each of those three countries has extremely high standards of living, an excellent educational system, top-notch health care, unique welfare programmes and high life expectancy. What many people don't know is that Scandanavia can also boast one of the world's most pro-reform correctional departments anywhere in the world. Following is a special report by THE NATION's Associate Editor Barry Alleyne, who took a special tour of a prison in the Swedish town of Boras. The tour was supervised by the facility's security manager, Pia Syren, a veteran warder who gave him the opportunity to compare correctional facilities in a small part of the Western Hemisphere like Barbados, to a large part of Europe like Sweden. The Boras Anstalten (prison) is located just outside the town of Boras (pronounced Boros), about 43 kilometres northeast of Gothenburgh, Sweden's second-largest city.
FROM THE OUTSIDE on a small street about 100 metres from the highway, you can tell it's a prison building.
There's a tall fence, and a taller one beyond it covered with razor-sharp barbed wire. The main gate is thick, huge and heavy.
Employees use special electronic cards to enter, and there is an annoying buzzing sound when they are granted access through a special smaller electronic gate. That's probably where most comparisons to other prisons outside of Scandanavia end. For one thing, the inmates here are friendly – extremely friendly.
They don't even look like prisoners. The orange or blue jumpsuits seen on TV do not exist here. Instead, the inmates have cool-looking grey and blue T-shirts and matching jogging pants or track-suit bottoms, and are even issued flip-flops (sports slippers).
Having been informed the day before they would have a visitor, most are ready and willing to sit around and chat.
Boras' prison is a minimum security facility, with most inmates serving short sentences between one and seven years for mostly non-violent crimes, but still there is an air of nonchalance between the walls.
One inmate, Timo, invited me into his cell to have a look, happy to provide a mini-tour of his section which contained 20 prisoners. First stop was a modern-looking shower more reminiscent of a fancy gym, which included a sauna, an exercise bike and a step-machine.
Cook own food
Next stop was a modern-looking kitchen, where inmates are allowed to cook their own food, and can even pool their money for sirloin steak at least once a month.
Timo's personal quarters look more like the room of an American teenager than a prison cell.
In one corner an 18-inch TV is muted, and his mini-stereo blares out a soft-rock song.
In the other corner is a small personal fan, and above his head is an impressive CD collection.
"So do they have TVs in prisons in Barbados?," he asks. My dumbstruck look, followed by embarrassed laughter, was a good enough answer in the negative.
"Some people think most of these prisoners are very spoilt, but that's how it is here in Sweden," Syren reminds me as we wind down the corridor past more inmates in a lounge area taken up mostly by a huge pool table.
The 14-year veteran prison officer explains that of their 84 inmates, most are not locals, with half the population deriving from further across Europe from countries like the former Yugoslavia, Serbia, Croatia and the Czech Republic.
Not a single firearm
Still, warders at the facility carry no weapons. In fact, there isn't a single firearm at the facility.
All warders do carry pepper spray and a special emergency electronic personal alarm device which, if used, sends an electronic alarm to their state-of-the-art control room at the entrance of the building.
"We do have escape attempts, but not that many," explained Syren. "Most of the inmates here know they are serving short sentences, so most of them are very interested in educating themselves and finishing their time."
She noted, however, that in recent years recidivism had increased, with a few criminals finding themselves on the wrong side of the law for a second time.
Like most prisons anywhere, the Boras facility battled a drug problem in its early days, but that has been drastically reduced since all new admissions are drug-tested for cocaine, heroin, marijuana, amphetamines, PCP, acid, even the pill Ecstasy. They are also tested during their imprisonment.
Mandatory classes
But its not all cake for the inmates, even though they are afforded breakfast, lunch, dinner and even the luxury of a late evening snack, which they can make in their own kitchen before calling it a night.
Each inmate has mandatory academic classes, subjects being taught by a staff of more than ten teachers who educate them in mathematics, English, Spanish, sociology, information technology (IT), even psychology.
These classes last five hours every day, and the inmates are not allowed to miss them. After serving their sentences, most are eligible to enter universities anywhere in Scandanavia. And for those who had not done well at school during their adolescent years, the prison also has a remedial programme.
A visit to the special "school" section reveals one young man from Serbia in a room alone, studying for an exam. In a computer room, four more youngsters take a break from their IT class to be introduced to their new guest.
And if you aren't playing or studying in this prison, then you're working. And making good money too!
There are three factories on site: one for woodwork, another for metalwork and a third that involves the packaging of special plastic accessories for a Swedish company.
Prisoners here are paid every week, and the facility's administrative office determines how much money has been made, and the amount due upon release.
They have no actual legal tender (cash in their pockets) until the end of their sentences, but are given special "credit cards" by the accounting department.
"They have to work and keep the place clean because if they don't, then they don't get paid and they can lose some of their privileges," Syren explained.
And such threats do work, since the prison is cleaner than most hospitals in the Western Hemisphere.
The inmates are proud of their surroundings. No clothes or items are strewn around, and the walls and floors are immaculate. Having a laundry room with washers and dryers does come in handy.
Were it not for Syren constantly pulling from her bunch of keys to open and close security doors, the memory of having entered a prison would have long gone.
Inmates' health is a priority, as weekly visits are made by a doctor and dentist, and there is a full-time nurse who works from 8 a.m. until 5 p.m. during the week.
In addition to having an hour outside to play football, lawn tennis or basketball, prisoners inside can engage in pool, badminton or handball.
When they are paid, the prisoners have access to a privately run kiosk on the premises, where they can purchase cigarettes, candy, or even sodas twice a week.
Or, they can just hang around and talk, as three inmates did for more than 20 minutes, eager to ask me questions about how prisons in Sweden compare to those in the Caribbean.
When prisoners there are well behaved, the perks are astounding.
The Swedish system allows all inmates to have at least one hour weekly with family or friends, meetings being held in comfortable "sitting rooms" in a special part of the facility. In addition, some prisoners are allowed to go home and come back.
Depending on the crime committee and his behaviour, an inmate can be allowed 24 to 72 hours' leave, usually on weekends.
Trustee prisoners get the best perks based on good behaviour, since they are allowed 72 hours back home with relatives before returning to prison on their own accord, having been on the outside without being shadowed by prison personnel.
Some inmates who get the opportunity to be outside are electronically tagged or accompanied by prison personnel.
Syren said even though inmates were given such special treatment, some do commit crimes and return again, but most go on to re-enter society and get "proper" jobs.
'Spoilt rotten' in prison by BARRY ALLEYNE from http://www.nationnews.com/
in sweden its better to be in prison than to be out and broke!!!
FROM THE OUTSIDE on a small street about 100 metres from the highway, you can tell it's a prison building.
There's a tall fence, and a taller one beyond it covered with razor-sharp barbed wire. The main gate is thick, huge and heavy.
Employees use special electronic cards to enter, and there is an annoying buzzing sound when they are granted access through a special smaller electronic gate. That's probably where most comparisons to other prisons outside of Scandanavia end. For one thing, the inmates here are friendly – extremely friendly.
They don't even look like prisoners. The orange or blue jumpsuits seen on TV do not exist here. Instead, the inmates have cool-looking grey and blue T-shirts and matching jogging pants or track-suit bottoms, and are even issued flip-flops (sports slippers).
Having been informed the day before they would have a visitor, most are ready and willing to sit around and chat.
Boras' prison is a minimum security facility, with most inmates serving short sentences between one and seven years for mostly non-violent crimes, but still there is an air of nonchalance between the walls.
One inmate, Timo, invited me into his cell to have a look, happy to provide a mini-tour of his section which contained 20 prisoners. First stop was a modern-looking shower more reminiscent of a fancy gym, which included a sauna, an exercise bike and a step-machine.
Cook own food
Next stop was a modern-looking kitchen, where inmates are allowed to cook their own food, and can even pool their money for sirloin steak at least once a month.
Timo's personal quarters look more like the room of an American teenager than a prison cell.
In one corner an 18-inch TV is muted, and his mini-stereo blares out a soft-rock song.
In the other corner is a small personal fan, and above his head is an impressive CD collection.
"So do they have TVs in prisons in Barbados?," he asks. My dumbstruck look, followed by embarrassed laughter, was a good enough answer in the negative.
"Some people think most of these prisoners are very spoilt, but that's how it is here in Sweden," Syren reminds me as we wind down the corridor past more inmates in a lounge area taken up mostly by a huge pool table.
The 14-year veteran prison officer explains that of their 84 inmates, most are not locals, with half the population deriving from further across Europe from countries like the former Yugoslavia, Serbia, Croatia and the Czech Republic.
Not a single firearm
Still, warders at the facility carry no weapons. In fact, there isn't a single firearm at the facility.
All warders do carry pepper spray and a special emergency electronic personal alarm device which, if used, sends an electronic alarm to their state-of-the-art control room at the entrance of the building.
"We do have escape attempts, but not that many," explained Syren. "Most of the inmates here know they are serving short sentences, so most of them are very interested in educating themselves and finishing their time."
She noted, however, that in recent years recidivism had increased, with a few criminals finding themselves on the wrong side of the law for a second time.
Like most prisons anywhere, the Boras facility battled a drug problem in its early days, but that has been drastically reduced since all new admissions are drug-tested for cocaine, heroin, marijuana, amphetamines, PCP, acid, even the pill Ecstasy. They are also tested during their imprisonment.
Mandatory classes
But its not all cake for the inmates, even though they are afforded breakfast, lunch, dinner and even the luxury of a late evening snack, which they can make in their own kitchen before calling it a night.
Each inmate has mandatory academic classes, subjects being taught by a staff of more than ten teachers who educate them in mathematics, English, Spanish, sociology, information technology (IT), even psychology.
These classes last five hours every day, and the inmates are not allowed to miss them. After serving their sentences, most are eligible to enter universities anywhere in Scandanavia. And for those who had not done well at school during their adolescent years, the prison also has a remedial programme.
A visit to the special "school" section reveals one young man from Serbia in a room alone, studying for an exam. In a computer room, four more youngsters take a break from their IT class to be introduced to their new guest.
And if you aren't playing or studying in this prison, then you're working. And making good money too!
There are three factories on site: one for woodwork, another for metalwork and a third that involves the packaging of special plastic accessories for a Swedish company.
Prisoners here are paid every week, and the facility's administrative office determines how much money has been made, and the amount due upon release.
They have no actual legal tender (cash in their pockets) until the end of their sentences, but are given special "credit cards" by the accounting department.
"They have to work and keep the place clean because if they don't, then they don't get paid and they can lose some of their privileges," Syren explained.
And such threats do work, since the prison is cleaner than most hospitals in the Western Hemisphere.
The inmates are proud of their surroundings. No clothes or items are strewn around, and the walls and floors are immaculate. Having a laundry room with washers and dryers does come in handy.
Were it not for Syren constantly pulling from her bunch of keys to open and close security doors, the memory of having entered a prison would have long gone.
Inmates' health is a priority, as weekly visits are made by a doctor and dentist, and there is a full-time nurse who works from 8 a.m. until 5 p.m. during the week.
In addition to having an hour outside to play football, lawn tennis or basketball, prisoners inside can engage in pool, badminton or handball.
When they are paid, the prisoners have access to a privately run kiosk on the premises, where they can purchase cigarettes, candy, or even sodas twice a week.
Or, they can just hang around and talk, as three inmates did for more than 20 minutes, eager to ask me questions about how prisons in Sweden compare to those in the Caribbean.
When prisoners there are well behaved, the perks are astounding.
The Swedish system allows all inmates to have at least one hour weekly with family or friends, meetings being held in comfortable "sitting rooms" in a special part of the facility. In addition, some prisoners are allowed to go home and come back.
Depending on the crime committee and his behaviour, an inmate can be allowed 24 to 72 hours' leave, usually on weekends.
Trustee prisoners get the best perks based on good behaviour, since they are allowed 72 hours back home with relatives before returning to prison on their own accord, having been on the outside without being shadowed by prison personnel.
Some inmates who get the opportunity to be outside are electronically tagged or accompanied by prison personnel.
Syren said even though inmates were given such special treatment, some do commit crimes and return again, but most go on to re-enter society and get "proper" jobs.
'Spoilt rotten' in prison by BARRY ALLEYNE from http://www.nationnews.com/
in sweden its better to be in prison than to be out and broke!!!
A Robotic Polar Aircraft by By David Talbot
Seeing beneath the vast Antarctic and Greenland ice sheets--and, in particular, seeing whether any water sits between ice and ground--is critical to understanding how fast ice might slide into the sea in the future. But many areas are still uncharted territory. Now, engineers at the University of Kansas, in Lawrence, are in the final stages of constructing, from scratch, an unmanned aircraft that will carry ground-penetrating radar and other sensors.
The project should greatly accelerate the pace of mapping without risking the lives of human pilots who now fly limited missions across parts of the ice sheets. "We can cut costs for large-scale mapping projects, increase the range, and reduce dangers," says Rick Hale, an associate professor of aerospace engineering and leader of the effort.
The plane will fly in conditions that would be too risky for humans, and it will fly lower than would be safe for human pilots, enabling sensors to bring back sharper pictures. The aircraft's key instrument, a 125-pound radar unit, will fire signals through kilometers of ice at several frequencies. Software will then analyze the timing of returning signals to create a clear picture of subsurface ice layers, water pockets, and the contours of the underlying bedrock or soil.
To be sure, there's plenty of unmanned aircraft already out there, such as the Predator, made by General Atomics. But while a Predator might cost around $30 million, Hale's team is working with a National Science Foundation budget of around $2 million. And not just any old plane will do: this aircraft needs to work in bitterly cold and extremely remote polar locations, function far from communications centers, and carry specific kinds of gear.
Hale's team is giving the aircraft three means of communication. The first will allow humans to remotely control takeoff and landing. The second will allow radio-frequency communications when the aircraft is near a base camp. The third means enables satellite communications when the aircraft might be as far as 600 kilometers away from the nearest camp. The plane's wings--which have a span of about 26 feet--are being designed to have de-icing capability, and heaters will prevent the electronics from failing in the extreme cold.
The aircraft, called Meridian, is part of a larger effort at the University of Kansas's Center for the Remote Sensing of Ice Sheets. Together with groups at other institutions, the Kansas team is pushing technology advancements to get a better fix on ice melt rates, ice thicknesses, and the accelerating rate at which glaciers are moving toward the ocean, which could accelerate the rate of sea-level rise.
The aircraft will leverage a powerful radar technology honed at the university. The radar, developed jointly with other institutions, is unique in its ability to provide a detailed picture of ice layers and, in particular, the boundary between ice and ground, which is helpful in efforts to understand how fast ice sheets might slide into the ocean. "Basically, our radar can see deeper, and with better resolution, than any of the other competitors out there at the moment," says Claude Laird, a research scientist at the University of Kansas who used the system on an expedition in Greenland this summer. The radar was used on an overland expedition and to help choose the site for an ice-core drilling expedition next year.
If all goes well, Meridian will make its maiden flight on Greenland next summer, followed by a tour of duty later in the year, during the Antarctic summer, says Hale.
from http://www.technologyreview.com
The project should greatly accelerate the pace of mapping without risking the lives of human pilots who now fly limited missions across parts of the ice sheets. "We can cut costs for large-scale mapping projects, increase the range, and reduce dangers," says Rick Hale, an associate professor of aerospace engineering and leader of the effort.
The plane will fly in conditions that would be too risky for humans, and it will fly lower than would be safe for human pilots, enabling sensors to bring back sharper pictures. The aircraft's key instrument, a 125-pound radar unit, will fire signals through kilometers of ice at several frequencies. Software will then analyze the timing of returning signals to create a clear picture of subsurface ice layers, water pockets, and the contours of the underlying bedrock or soil.
To be sure, there's plenty of unmanned aircraft already out there, such as the Predator, made by General Atomics. But while a Predator might cost around $30 million, Hale's team is working with a National Science Foundation budget of around $2 million. And not just any old plane will do: this aircraft needs to work in bitterly cold and extremely remote polar locations, function far from communications centers, and carry specific kinds of gear.
Hale's team is giving the aircraft three means of communication. The first will allow humans to remotely control takeoff and landing. The second will allow radio-frequency communications when the aircraft is near a base camp. The third means enables satellite communications when the aircraft might be as far as 600 kilometers away from the nearest camp. The plane's wings--which have a span of about 26 feet--are being designed to have de-icing capability, and heaters will prevent the electronics from failing in the extreme cold.
The aircraft, called Meridian, is part of a larger effort at the University of Kansas's Center for the Remote Sensing of Ice Sheets. Together with groups at other institutions, the Kansas team is pushing technology advancements to get a better fix on ice melt rates, ice thicknesses, and the accelerating rate at which glaciers are moving toward the ocean, which could accelerate the rate of sea-level rise.
The aircraft will leverage a powerful radar technology honed at the university. The radar, developed jointly with other institutions, is unique in its ability to provide a detailed picture of ice layers and, in particular, the boundary between ice and ground, which is helpful in efforts to understand how fast ice sheets might slide into the ocean. "Basically, our radar can see deeper, and with better resolution, than any of the other competitors out there at the moment," says Claude Laird, a research scientist at the University of Kansas who used the system on an expedition in Greenland this summer. The radar was used on an overland expedition and to help choose the site for an ice-core drilling expedition next year.
If all goes well, Meridian will make its maiden flight on Greenland next summer, followed by a tour of duty later in the year, during the Antarctic summer, says Hale.
from http://www.technologyreview.com
Big Brother is watching us all By Humphrey Hawksley
The US and UK governments are developing increasingly sophisticated gadgets to keep individuals under their surveillance. When it comes to technology, the US is determined to stay ahead of the game.
Humphrey Hawksley's data is captured by a camera in one second
"Five nine, five ten," said the research student, pushing down a laptop button to seal the measurement. "That's your height."
"Spot on," I said.
"OK, we're freezing you now," interjected another student, studying his computer screen. "So we have height and tracking and your gait DNA".
"Gait DNA?" I interrupted, raising my head, so inadvertently my full face was caught on a video camera.
"Have we got that?" asked their teacher Professor Rama Challapa. "We rely on just 30 frames - about one second - to get a picture we can work with," he explained.
Tracking individuals
I was at Maryland University just outside Washington DC, where Professor Challapa and his team are inventing the next generation of citizen surveillance.
They had pushed back furniture in the conference room for me to walk back and forth and set up cameras to feed my individual data back to their laptops.
Gait DNA, for example, is creating an individual code for the way I walk. Their goal is to invent a system whereby a facial image can be matched to your gait, your height, your weight and other elements, so a computer will be able to identify instantly who you are.
How you walk could be used to identify you in a crowd"As you walk through a crowd, we'll be able to track you," said Professor Challapa. "These are all things that don't need the cooperation of the individual."
Since 9/11, some of the best scientific minds in the defence industry have switched their concentration from tracking nuclear missiles to tracking individuals such as suicide bombers.
Surveillance society
My next stop was a Pentagon agency whose headquarters is a drab suburban building in Virginia. The Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency (Darpa) had one specific mission - to ensure that when it comes to technology America is always ahead of the game.
Its track record is impressive. Back in the 70s, while we were working with typewriters and carbon paper, Darpa was developing the internet. In the 90s, while we pored over maps, Darpa invented satellite navigation that many of us now have in our cars.
"We ask the top people what keeps them awake at night," said its enthusiastic and forthright director Dr Tony Tether, "what problems they see long after they have left their posts."
"And what are they?" I asked.
He paused, hand on chin. "I'd prefer not to say. It's classified."
"All right then, can you say what you're actually working on now."
"Oh, language," he answered enthusiastically, clasping his fingers together. "Unless we're going to train every American citizen and soldier in 16 different languages we have to develop a technology that allows them to understand - whatever country they are in - what's going on around them.
"I hope in the future we'll be able to have conversations, if say you're speaking in French and I'm speaking in English, and it will be natural."
"And the computer will do the translation?"
Opinion polls, both in the US and Britain, say that about 75% of us want more, not less, surveillance
"Yep. All by computer," he said.
"And this idea about a total surveillance society," I asked. "Is that science fiction?"
"No, that's not science fiction. We're developing an unmanned airplane - a UAV - which may be able to stay up five years with cameras on it, constantly being cued to look here and there. This is done today to a limited amount in Baghdad. But it's the way to go."
In Britain we are monitored 24/7 by four million CCTV cameras
Smarter technology
Interestingly, we, the public, don't seem to mind. Opinion polls, both in the US and Britain, say that about 75% of us want more, not less, surveillance. Some American cities like New York and Chicago are thinking of taking a lead from Britain where our movements are monitored round the clock by four million CCTV cameras.
So far there is no gadget that can actually see inside our houses, but even that's about to change.
Ian Kitajima flew to Washington from his laboratories in Hawaii to show me sense-through-the-wall technology.
"Each individual has a characteristic profile," explained Ian, holding a green rectangular box that looked like a TV remote control.
Using radio waves, you point it a wall and it tells you if anyone is on the other side. His company, Oceanit, is due to test it with the Hawaiian National Guard in Iraq next year, and it turns out that the human body gives off such sensitive radio signals, that it can even pick up breathing and heart rates.
"First, you can tell whether someone is dead or alive on the battlefield," said Ian.
"But it will also show whether someone inside a house is looking to harm you, because if they are, their heart rate will be raised. And 10 years from now, the technology will be much smarter. We'll scan a person with one of these things and tell what they're actually thinking."
He glanced at me quizzically, noticing my apprehension.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "It sounds very Star Trekkish, but that's what's ahead."
fromhttp://news.bbc.co.uk/
omo i dey fear these countries o!!!
nja safe all these places no camera dey there o
Humphrey Hawksley's data is captured by a camera in one second
"Five nine, five ten," said the research student, pushing down a laptop button to seal the measurement. "That's your height."
"Spot on," I said.
"OK, we're freezing you now," interjected another student, studying his computer screen. "So we have height and tracking and your gait DNA".
"Gait DNA?" I interrupted, raising my head, so inadvertently my full face was caught on a video camera.
"Have we got that?" asked their teacher Professor Rama Challapa. "We rely on just 30 frames - about one second - to get a picture we can work with," he explained.
Tracking individuals
I was at Maryland University just outside Washington DC, where Professor Challapa and his team are inventing the next generation of citizen surveillance.
They had pushed back furniture in the conference room for me to walk back and forth and set up cameras to feed my individual data back to their laptops.
Gait DNA, for example, is creating an individual code for the way I walk. Their goal is to invent a system whereby a facial image can be matched to your gait, your height, your weight and other elements, so a computer will be able to identify instantly who you are.
How you walk could be used to identify you in a crowd"As you walk through a crowd, we'll be able to track you," said Professor Challapa. "These are all things that don't need the cooperation of the individual."
Since 9/11, some of the best scientific minds in the defence industry have switched their concentration from tracking nuclear missiles to tracking individuals such as suicide bombers.
Surveillance society
My next stop was a Pentagon agency whose headquarters is a drab suburban building in Virginia. The Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency (Darpa) had one specific mission - to ensure that when it comes to technology America is always ahead of the game.
Its track record is impressive. Back in the 70s, while we were working with typewriters and carbon paper, Darpa was developing the internet. In the 90s, while we pored over maps, Darpa invented satellite navigation that many of us now have in our cars.
"We ask the top people what keeps them awake at night," said its enthusiastic and forthright director Dr Tony Tether, "what problems they see long after they have left their posts."
"And what are they?" I asked.
He paused, hand on chin. "I'd prefer not to say. It's classified."
"All right then, can you say what you're actually working on now."
"Oh, language," he answered enthusiastically, clasping his fingers together. "Unless we're going to train every American citizen and soldier in 16 different languages we have to develop a technology that allows them to understand - whatever country they are in - what's going on around them.
"I hope in the future we'll be able to have conversations, if say you're speaking in French and I'm speaking in English, and it will be natural."
"And the computer will do the translation?"
Opinion polls, both in the US and Britain, say that about 75% of us want more, not less, surveillance
"Yep. All by computer," he said.
"And this idea about a total surveillance society," I asked. "Is that science fiction?"
"No, that's not science fiction. We're developing an unmanned airplane - a UAV - which may be able to stay up five years with cameras on it, constantly being cued to look here and there. This is done today to a limited amount in Baghdad. But it's the way to go."
In Britain we are monitored 24/7 by four million CCTV cameras
Smarter technology
Interestingly, we, the public, don't seem to mind. Opinion polls, both in the US and Britain, say that about 75% of us want more, not less, surveillance. Some American cities like New York and Chicago are thinking of taking a lead from Britain where our movements are monitored round the clock by four million CCTV cameras.
So far there is no gadget that can actually see inside our houses, but even that's about to change.
Ian Kitajima flew to Washington from his laboratories in Hawaii to show me sense-through-the-wall technology.
"Each individual has a characteristic profile," explained Ian, holding a green rectangular box that looked like a TV remote control.
Using radio waves, you point it a wall and it tells you if anyone is on the other side. His company, Oceanit, is due to test it with the Hawaiian National Guard in Iraq next year, and it turns out that the human body gives off such sensitive radio signals, that it can even pick up breathing and heart rates.
"First, you can tell whether someone is dead or alive on the battlefield," said Ian.
"But it will also show whether someone inside a house is looking to harm you, because if they are, their heart rate will be raised. And 10 years from now, the technology will be much smarter. We'll scan a person with one of these things and tell what they're actually thinking."
He glanced at me quizzically, noticing my apprehension.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "It sounds very Star Trekkish, but that's what's ahead."
fromhttp://news.bbc.co.uk/
omo i dey fear these countries o!!!
nja safe all these places no camera dey there o
The Green Passport reality TV show By Femi Olawole
EVERY Nigerian is a critic. We love to criticise others (except ourselves) for every problem in the world. We especially love to criticise leadership in every stratum of life - government, employer, church, mosque, institution and even family. Criticism, to us Nigerians, has been turned into a balm to soothe personal pains, anguish and frustrations in our day-to-day lives. And this explains our criticism of others even for personal failures, arising from poor life planning. It is always refreshing therefore to see or hear about any individual Nigerian who dares to go beyond mere criticism to do something. Oluwajoba Adekambi, a United States-based Nigerian is one such individual.
This young man is very concerned about the travails of fellow Nigerians who are blindly checking out to foreign lands. His concern does not extend to those of us retired folks who are simply exploiting these foreign lands to consolidate achievements back home. If our foreign abodes can still squeeze anything of value out of our spent bodies, good luck to them. And neither is he concerned about Nigerians who are abroad in search of the Golden Fleece or some assured greener pastures. Rather, he is disturbed by the plights of young Nigerians with a lot at stake (fresh blood, brilliant ideas and future prospects) who, without realistic feasibility studies, are railroading themselves into life-time servitude in various foreign nations.
Joba's creative mind has germinated a documentary-based reality TV show called Green Passport. Scheduled for launch on September 29, 2007 at Musa Yar'Adua Centre in Abuja, Nigeria, this reality show will debut on TV screens in Nigeria in October, 2007 to present a true picture of life in the United States from the perspective of immigrants. In the first episode of the reality TV show, there is Obi Uzoamakar, an aspiring hip-hop artist. The second episode trails Kayode Sodimu as he juggles life in Washington DC. And in the third episode is Loveth Ayo, who vividly demonstrates the struggle of an immigrant in America. Working with Joba on this project are Chi Irrechukwu, Tunji Sarumi, Nike Faleti and a host of other young Nigerians who share in his vision.
It is often sad to hear about a typical young Nigerian graduate who expends (wastes) five or eight years of his/her youth and spends (squanders) close to a million Naira in processing a trip abroad. Some of these young people are so desperate as to brave the harsh Sahara desert in a bid to reach Europe through North Africa by road, thereby risking rape, instant death or imprisonment along the way. And, in spite of these painstaking efforts, many of them end up in Eastern Europe, South America and even the Caribbean- where situations are as bad, if not worse off, than in Nigeria. Yet, they merely relish being overseas.
Those of them who are lucky to arrive in rich, developed nations such as England, France, Spain or the United States, soon realise that they have been terribly unprepared or misled about the immigration huddles, racial hatred, lack of real job opportunities, the high violent crime rates and other socio-economic difficulties in their dream paradise. Consequently, many of these young folks are forced to spend additional 10 or 15 years of their young lives running from pillar to post just to be able to settle down. Having arrived in their 20s, now they are in their late 30s or early 40s and all they usually have to show for their wahala, time and money are harsh weathers, horrible loneliness, menial/back-breaking jobs and, of course, mountains of bills.
One must admit that the act of living in Nigeria is full of challenges. It is therefore pardonable that many of our young folks have lost faith in their nation. It is also understandable to behold an aura of sheer excitement and hope on these young faces as they prepare to board their flights overseas. But nothing can be as frustrating and depressing as the realisation by these same young people that their adopted foreign land is not the El dorado they had assumed after all.
The situation is indeed worse in Europe where humiliating prejudices against blacks are legendary. In London, for instance, there are Nigerian victims of crime (rape, physical assaults, burglary etc) who will more likely suffer in silence than seek justice. This is because the first thing a law enforcement officer will ask them is their immigration papers. Sadly, all over the world, there are several of these Nigerians who have become disillusioned, angry, frustrated and worse, or who have suffered manic depressions. Yet, they are too ashamed to return home-more so, when they learn about the progress being made by peers left behind in Nigeria.
On this note, one can only appeal to those who are presently languishing in the illusory dream to check out to foreign lands. Before wasting away a precious part of their lives and huge sums of money, one might ask them---whatever happens to creativity? If it takes about a million Naira and close to five years to process a trip into the unknown, what stops a young, educated Nigerian from investing just about a quarter of that million Naira at hand and probably a year to set up and manage a business venture?
In 2006, this writer was privileged to meet five different young, successful Nigerian entrepreneurs. Success here means being able to get past a sad period of unemployment, start a cottage business from scratch, swim above water with it, pay bills, make profits and, above all, be a proud employer of labour. From a pure water factory to home-movie marketing, okada-fleet transport etc, these young entrepreneurs started their business ventures with less than two hundred thousand Naira each!
Conversely, one has met some other Nigerian graduates (one woman even has a master's degree) who invested huge sums of money to get into God's own country. So far, they are engaged in two or three jobs---flipping burgers, washing dishes, driving taxi cabs, cleaning toilets, selling akara/moin-moin etc etc. Some of these individuals told me dejectedly one has to keep body and soul together: yeah right! But would they, in their wildest imaginations, ever consider these types of jobs in Nigeria?
Olawole is a law enforcement officer and security consultant in Delaware, United States.
from /www.guardiannewsngr.com
This young man is very concerned about the travails of fellow Nigerians who are blindly checking out to foreign lands. His concern does not extend to those of us retired folks who are simply exploiting these foreign lands to consolidate achievements back home. If our foreign abodes can still squeeze anything of value out of our spent bodies, good luck to them. And neither is he concerned about Nigerians who are abroad in search of the Golden Fleece or some assured greener pastures. Rather, he is disturbed by the plights of young Nigerians with a lot at stake (fresh blood, brilliant ideas and future prospects) who, without realistic feasibility studies, are railroading themselves into life-time servitude in various foreign nations.
Joba's creative mind has germinated a documentary-based reality TV show called Green Passport. Scheduled for launch on September 29, 2007 at Musa Yar'Adua Centre in Abuja, Nigeria, this reality show will debut on TV screens in Nigeria in October, 2007 to present a true picture of life in the United States from the perspective of immigrants. In the first episode of the reality TV show, there is Obi Uzoamakar, an aspiring hip-hop artist. The second episode trails Kayode Sodimu as he juggles life in Washington DC. And in the third episode is Loveth Ayo, who vividly demonstrates the struggle of an immigrant in America. Working with Joba on this project are Chi Irrechukwu, Tunji Sarumi, Nike Faleti and a host of other young Nigerians who share in his vision.
It is often sad to hear about a typical young Nigerian graduate who expends (wastes) five or eight years of his/her youth and spends (squanders) close to a million Naira in processing a trip abroad. Some of these young people are so desperate as to brave the harsh Sahara desert in a bid to reach Europe through North Africa by road, thereby risking rape, instant death or imprisonment along the way. And, in spite of these painstaking efforts, many of them end up in Eastern Europe, South America and even the Caribbean- where situations are as bad, if not worse off, than in Nigeria. Yet, they merely relish being overseas.
Those of them who are lucky to arrive in rich, developed nations such as England, France, Spain or the United States, soon realise that they have been terribly unprepared or misled about the immigration huddles, racial hatred, lack of real job opportunities, the high violent crime rates and other socio-economic difficulties in their dream paradise. Consequently, many of these young folks are forced to spend additional 10 or 15 years of their young lives running from pillar to post just to be able to settle down. Having arrived in their 20s, now they are in their late 30s or early 40s and all they usually have to show for their wahala, time and money are harsh weathers, horrible loneliness, menial/back-breaking jobs and, of course, mountains of bills.
One must admit that the act of living in Nigeria is full of challenges. It is therefore pardonable that many of our young folks have lost faith in their nation. It is also understandable to behold an aura of sheer excitement and hope on these young faces as they prepare to board their flights overseas. But nothing can be as frustrating and depressing as the realisation by these same young people that their adopted foreign land is not the El dorado they had assumed after all.
The situation is indeed worse in Europe where humiliating prejudices against blacks are legendary. In London, for instance, there are Nigerian victims of crime (rape, physical assaults, burglary etc) who will more likely suffer in silence than seek justice. This is because the first thing a law enforcement officer will ask them is their immigration papers. Sadly, all over the world, there are several of these Nigerians who have become disillusioned, angry, frustrated and worse, or who have suffered manic depressions. Yet, they are too ashamed to return home-more so, when they learn about the progress being made by peers left behind in Nigeria.
On this note, one can only appeal to those who are presently languishing in the illusory dream to check out to foreign lands. Before wasting away a precious part of their lives and huge sums of money, one might ask them---whatever happens to creativity? If it takes about a million Naira and close to five years to process a trip into the unknown, what stops a young, educated Nigerian from investing just about a quarter of that million Naira at hand and probably a year to set up and manage a business venture?
In 2006, this writer was privileged to meet five different young, successful Nigerian entrepreneurs. Success here means being able to get past a sad period of unemployment, start a cottage business from scratch, swim above water with it, pay bills, make profits and, above all, be a proud employer of labour. From a pure water factory to home-movie marketing, okada-fleet transport etc, these young entrepreneurs started their business ventures with less than two hundred thousand Naira each!
Conversely, one has met some other Nigerian graduates (one woman even has a master's degree) who invested huge sums of money to get into God's own country. So far, they are engaged in two or three jobs---flipping burgers, washing dishes, driving taxi cabs, cleaning toilets, selling akara/moin-moin etc etc. Some of these individuals told me dejectedly one has to keep body and soul together: yeah right! But would they, in their wildest imaginations, ever consider these types of jobs in Nigeria?
Olawole is a law enforcement officer and security consultant in Delaware, United States.
from /www.guardiannewsngr.com
Friday, August 31, 2007
swedes
Well i have got very few Swedish friends in fact almost non it might change but hey it does not stop me from writing this
strangely Sweden seems to be inhabited by 2 strange tribes,the women and men,stereotype Swedish women are beautiful and and very opinionated and speak 3 languages.Swedish ladies have a strong aesthetic sense and have very accommodating view towards sex,while she is single,she travels the world and samples the local climatic and climactic delights.Once married she has a career and keeps her money.The Swedish man is rather shy taciturn,submissive,sentimental,principled,reliable,precisely the sort of male companion the Swedish woman coverts as the father of her 1 3/4 children.He is Mr Fix it who knows how to push a pram and change a baby.He is basically a loner and is happiest at work,on the ski slope or in the country cottage he is constantly rebuilding .
So i wonder why a Swedish woman will marry a typical nigerian man that is so opposite ,the Nigerian man is usually authoritarian,and independence on the ladies part makes him insecure.
strangely Sweden seems to be inhabited by 2 strange tribes,the women and men,stereotype Swedish women are beautiful and and very opinionated and speak 3 languages.Swedish ladies have a strong aesthetic sense and have very accommodating view towards sex,while she is single,she travels the world and samples the local climatic and climactic delights.Once married she has a career and keeps her money.The Swedish man is rather shy taciturn,submissive,sentimental,principled,reliable,precisely the sort of male companion the Swedish woman coverts as the father of her 1 3/4 children.He is Mr Fix it who knows how to push a pram and change a baby.He is basically a loner and is happiest at work,on the ski slope or in the country cottage he is constantly rebuilding .
So i wonder why a Swedish woman will marry a typical nigerian man that is so opposite ,the Nigerian man is usually authoritarian,and independence on the ladies part makes him insecure.
DYING
Men its been a while since I've written a poem,as a child i just wanted to write stories but some how my attention span could not just hold it after the third page i get so bored,thats why the poems seemed like a better deal,but sometimes i just cant help but feel they spawn the wrong notion,ah who cares any way!
well i wrote this poem a while back and after my girl friend saw it she sat me down for therapy!
do all poems reflect the psyche of their authors,can't i just write stuff for fun.
anyway enjoy
well i wrote this poem a while back and after my girl friend saw it she sat me down for therapy!
do all poems reflect the psyche of their authors,can't i just write stuff for fun.
anyway enjoy
DYING
Liberty seems like a tall dream
I have been seeking it for an eternity
The chains no one can see hold me
When at the peak of my victory
I find my self captive
When can I be free from reoccurring habits
That seems to hold me so tightly
At first
Tenderly as the lioness baths her cub
Then with the fury of vengeance it grips me
I died yesterday
To live again today
But I keep on falling like a kid
Trying to work
But guilt the spikes I fall to
At the end
A question
Will I ever be free
Am I evil or merely a victim
Of a greed that spawns destruction
The resolutions of a thousand years
Every minute after it is born
It is broken
In this uncontrollable relapse
I seek peace with God
I seek redemption
I cloth my self with light
But my darkness
Not being seen
Destroys my inner being
The sun sets and raises
The clock completes its racing circuits
With its tick each second
Taking me closer
To a final destination
Perdition draws near to me
But I turn my face to the redeemer
I cry out
But can he hear
Is all the drama
Because I fear a mortal destruction
Mortal destruction is sure
As the laws that govern reality
But there seems to be immortal perdition
Staring at me
Yet I repent again
But this is getting creepy
The intensity of my plea
And repentance
Is directly proportional
To the next fall
Who will come and save me
Least I ask for help
Ride on,sisters
This is an article,i came across found kind of interesting i want to share,have a wonderful read....
henrykd2009@yahoo.com
These are my frank thoughts about the fair (what a loaded term, if you ask me), puzzling sex. You may or may not like some of them, but then women matter a lot to me. You see, they are a recurring decimal in my life: mother, cousin, girlfriend, fiancée, colleagues, the list goes on.
I wonder where the human race, especially the specie that sprouts a shaft between their legs, got the idea that women are the weaker sex. No portion of the Bible has justified this idea to me. Muslims may help out with Quranic texts that back up this postulation. It may take a sperm and an egg to make a baby, but hey guys, try carrying one in your stomach for nine months and jumping onto the crazy ‘molue’ buses of Lagos. Ever heard of women starting a full-fledged shooting war over a man? I don’t mean the skirmishes between jealous wives or girlfriends stripping each other naked in the night-club over a playboy. I mean a regular war, with all the army and equipment. History is yet to reveal such information to me. But centuries before Christ, tough Greek and Trojan warriors butchered each other over a blue-eyed sexy piece called Helen. Talk of feminine strength. Need I bore you with the story of Deborah who had to go to war alongside a scared Barak, despite the former’s assurance of God’s protection? Read up the account in the biblical book of Judges.
The feats of women, both good and bad, in the days of yore and in our time, speak for themselves. Thus they deserve respect. Even in the bedroom women are known to do unprepared men in. Since the sexual revolution of the 1960s, spearheaded by the West-though my Igbo ancestors knew the truth centuries back-women are becoming conscious of their anatomical prowess in the sweet sport. Stud or not, brother, if you cannot take on a woman in the red-hot throes of love, sheath your sword. Fredrick Forsyth was right when he wondered in his novel ‘Icon’ ‘why God had so arranged things that the appetites of a love-hungry woman would always exceed the capacity of a male’ Ever heard of a sex strike? In parts of Igboland of Eastern Nigeria, sex strikes or ‘mgbachiukwu’ by women brought the pre-colonial/traditional establishment to its knees.
No pretence, I like women. With all their charm, their appeal, their flighty, even their silly ways, their wisdom and their stupidity. Every woman I have met, irrespective of the situation, has an indefinable ethereal quality that I savoured, even if unconsciously. This has nothing to do with sex appeal or the animal (and we are all animals, if Darwin and Co. are right) pull between man and woman. The dumbest woman has it. Honestly, there are quite a number of women who will make even Job sick with their attitude to life. For crying out loud, when a woman thinks solely of fashion, hair-dos, social status show-offs, husbands and becoming baby-production factories, that is a big disservice to the female folk, nay, the human race. True, these things are not bad, but many women go over the top because of them.
What would anywhere be like without women? World military leaders must have recognized this, hence the opening up of space in combat in recent decades. Of course the irregular forces and even terrorists always accorded Eve’s daughters their rightful places. I would get out fast from any working-place if there wasn’t at least one woman there. Whether she has buck teeth or rabbit ears or frying-pan flat breasts is irrelevant. A woman is different from a man and that difference counts if life is to be enjoyed.
Ever seen a woman with conviction? Boy, she is a real ball of fire (no pun intended). Sometime ago I listened to Dora Akunyili, the boss of Nigeria’s National Food and Drugs Control Agency, as she talked about her war against fake drug merchants over the BBC. I was charged, and would have strangled any of these traffickers of death without trial. You better watch it if you are with a woman who really believes in something or someone. Whether her convictions are right or wrong is unimportant. There are prostitutes who are as devoted to their work as female pastors. If you must fight a woman with conviction be doubly armed. Women have an innate clarity of mind; their minds are uncluttered once they home in on a target like a falcon.
There are men like that. Ever heard Nuhu Ribadu of Nigeria’s EFCC and Osama bin-Laden speak? But most men tend to carry a lot of baggage. Women don’t Guess that is why in times of great resistance or partisan wars, they are usually spies or killers in the deadliest theatre-the enemy commander’s bed chamber.
A woman in love is a sight for sore eyes. I know this from experience. Love is tonic for both sexes, but when a woman loves –I mean the real thing-she makes the world a lovely place. Her smiles ease your heart; her kisses make your sleep easy; and her words turn you into a giant. It releases the hormones of life in both of you. That is why we should never tell women ‘I love you’ when we mean ‘I want you for the night’. And don’t start the love business if you cannot or will not finish it. The gash the wound leaves in a woman’s soul never totally heals.
It is only fair to say that the greatest capacity for evil in the human race is with the female homo sapiens. Before the sisters bash my head in, look at this scenario objectively: do you think Adam would have eaten the damned apple (or any other fruit it was) if another guy had fed him the crap from the snake? I don’t mean that Adam had no free will or that he was incapable of resisting temptation. But a sweet kiss from Eve’s cherry-red lips, honeyed words accompanied by her pressing her supple, sexy body on his, (body no be wood, as we say in Nigeria), and perhaps she feeding him the apple--- you see what I mean?
In case you do not know, every woman abides in these areas of power:
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sex appeal-men have killed their fathers because of a woman’s private part;
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emotional manipulation-a woman can weep buckets even when her heart is full of amusement. But if her emotions are sincere she could also be a bomb;
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tongue/persuasive ability;
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aura/spiritual key-no offence, sisters, but I have discovered that a greater number of demon cases in revival services and crusades are women. Also, true female Christian/Muslim believers are lethal spiritual warriors. Check out dreaded shrines in parts of Africa and the Middle East. Women were the priestesses and spokespersons of the gods in many of them.
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childbearing role (this avenue for domination is diminishing in societies where the premium on childbearing is declining).
The powers of women have done the human race a lot of harm. This is because of the way women channel them and their underlying motives/convictions. Yet these powers have equally been channels for great good by millions of notable and ordinary women through the ages. In their daily struggles in a less than fair world, women have proved their mettle. Both sexes must appreciate this if the world must continue to be a cosmos instead of the chaos our evils are turning it into.
So sisters, ride on.
by
henrykd2009@yahoo.com
Friday, August 24, 2007
Porn Problems
Some weeks back i read in the news about the one dollar lap tops to be donated to african kids,just to upgrade them to world status,but suddenly it became like a trojan horse, when told that the kids where using it to view porn,back home in nigeria.Pornography has been accepted at least in the world at large , such that people don't see it for the evil it is anymore except when it gets late and it begins to sip in to their marriages and affect their relationships.The sadest thing about it is that it is addictive and there is always the craving for the greater high(need to see something more shocking next time).I think its just a manipulation of our basic human instincts by some to make billions of dollars and its working,i just feel sorry for the broken families and those that have become sex offenders due to thier addiction.But it is really alarming.
I am a christian and for all my christianity,i think porn addiction will get a christian nowhere but closer to hell,i offer no solutions to the problem that is secular,cause the shrinks will only rip you off and if you accept it as a way of life, the basic instinct of guilt will be numbed (you just started creating a monster)some call it consience and your descent to debauchery just started(ask the sex addicts).For the christians my only advice try
it could help.To see the statistics go to
http://www.familysafemedia.com/pornography_statistics.html
i think we should try help saving our families by saving our minds and comments paste,suggestions welcome
hey we all need help
I am a christian and for all my christianity,i think porn addiction will get a christian nowhere but closer to hell,i offer no solutions to the problem that is secular,cause the shrinks will only rip you off and if you accept it as a way of life, the basic instinct of guilt will be numbed (you just started creating a monster)some call it consience and your descent to debauchery just started(ask the sex addicts).For the christians my only advice try
it could help.To see the statistics go to
http://www.familysafemedia.com/pornography_statistics.html
i think we should try help saving our families by saving our minds and comments paste,suggestions welcome
hey we all need help
How to help africa for dummies(and get rich while doing it)
ok!!! this woman blows my mind and to think,the government she served and is still trying to give a good PR,tried to mess her up.I guess she is passionate about the country or is there more.
Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala on aid versus trade
Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala on aid versus trade
This is a talk on nigeria i really would love to share where suddenly hope seems to hit me,but then again lets be realistic,even if what she says is true.We have a long way to go.when i was on my way to sweden for my masters and i told my uncle the first thing he asked me was, "what is the population of sweden?"i said 9 million,he hissed and said no business there,at that point i did not understand what he was talking about until i got there and realized they had unemployment issues,businesses lacked competition and had monopoly.
You make more money only where the population is large and many people are willing to pay for your services,the more people you serve,the more people you need to serve.Nigeria is an asset with population and resources so why am i scared to head back?
Suffer head
A while ago a friend of mine muyiwa posted this on my alumini secondary school group site,was really scared and thought it would make a good read-----
This is for those who may be tempted to think they got the world's worst problems.yeah it happenned to sanch just a few days back. . . .i was driving to ikeja to meet up an appointment in Virgin Nigeria and was caught up in a bit of a hold-up(traffic jam).The song on at the time was "devil's pie" (d'angelo), while mentally bopping my head, i reflected on my dreary finances which haven't been too good lately."aint no justice, just us"two weeks earlier, an okada man(commercial bike driver) had burst (torn better explains it)my only good tyre and i ended up having to buy 2 "tokunbo"(used) tyres. That was the good part.that weekend while returning home at night, some random shooting in my neighbourhood (which turned out to be a police raid [courtesy Governor Fashola's "Eko o ni baje"]) made me jam the car in to reverse, thinking it was robbers. In the ensuing confusion and melee i accidentally hit some girl and broke her leg. At least she didn't die, but that netted another hefty amount of money i didn,t have from my pocket for the hospital bills at igbobi."ashes to ashes, dust to dust"those thoughts in my head my car inched forward at the green light and suddenly i noticed some action in front. Some fellow was leaping from car to car on bonets, windscreens and boots progressively heading back. unfortunately for me, he decided to practice his carl lewis long jump skills just at my own car. and landed right into mywindscreen!!! i was temporary immobile, not believing my eyes. i would have tried to believe this was some joke, or a film, but i had to cover my eyes while gingerly brushing of shards of glass from my body (and getting peirced as well). I leapt out of the car and saw as the man was chased and batoned down by some cops. I quickly grabbed my camera and started taking shots of the man and the car and surroundings. while insisting on the man's arrest, he was released because it was obvious the man was insane. You know this is naija(nigeria) and madmen are feted on the streets as homes are considered too inadequate for their needs. Did i forget to mention, this wasn't my car. How to explain this extraordinary affair to her was still racing through my mind. So you may have guessed, the cost of replacing the windscreen landed unceremoneously on my head. The car had third party and not comprehensive insurance.They warned me and i no hear(did not listen). walahi (i swear)i no go listen to d'angelo for car again!!!!
by sanch
This is for those who may be tempted to think they got the world's worst problems.yeah it happenned to sanch just a few days back. . . .i was driving to ikeja to meet up an appointment in Virgin Nigeria and was caught up in a bit of a hold-up(traffic jam).The song on at the time was "devil's pie" (d'angelo), while mentally bopping my head, i reflected on my dreary finances which haven't been too good lately."aint no justice, just us"two weeks earlier, an okada man(commercial bike driver) had burst (torn better explains it)my only good tyre and i ended up having to buy 2 "tokunbo"(used) tyres. That was the good part.that weekend while returning home at night, some random shooting in my neighbourhood (which turned out to be a police raid [courtesy Governor Fashola's "Eko o ni baje"]) made me jam the car in to reverse, thinking it was robbers. In the ensuing confusion and melee i accidentally hit some girl and broke her leg. At least she didn't die, but that netted another hefty amount of money i didn,t have from my pocket for the hospital bills at igbobi."ashes to ashes, dust to dust"those thoughts in my head my car inched forward at the green light and suddenly i noticed some action in front. Some fellow was leaping from car to car on bonets, windscreens and boots progressively heading back. unfortunately for me, he decided to practice his carl lewis long jump skills just at my own car. and landed right into mywindscreen!!! i was temporary immobile, not believing my eyes. i would have tried to believe this was some joke, or a film, but i had to cover my eyes while gingerly brushing of shards of glass from my body (and getting peirced as well). I leapt out of the car and saw as the man was chased and batoned down by some cops. I quickly grabbed my camera and started taking shots of the man and the car and surroundings. while insisting on the man's arrest, he was released because it was obvious the man was insane. You know this is naija(nigeria) and madmen are feted on the streets as homes are considered too inadequate for their needs. Did i forget to mention, this wasn't my car. How to explain this extraordinary affair to her was still racing through my mind. So you may have guessed, the cost of replacing the windscreen landed unceremoneously on my head. The car had third party and not comprehensive insurance.They warned me and i no hear(did not listen). walahi (i swear)i no go listen to d'angelo for car again!!!!
by sanch
The lazy blogger
I have been trying to start a blog for a while and its been really tough,get it stems from my inability to keep a dairy,after all there are more important things to do and there was also the issue of waht to bog about considering my intrests are very diverse,but i just decided to jumble up evrything and see how it goes or i will never start,i probably will make it less about me but more about my peoms,techie stuff and unique experiences, there is always something to talk about.
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