Saturday, 21 November 2015

Living with the sense of entitlement


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Somethings given are privileges and not rights.I have came to realise this.Being the youngest in my family, I had grown up to believe that I was entitled to virtually everything. But remember that no pain, no gain. It had made so over dependent that I was laid back and expected to get everything from my older ones.

 Am sure you must have encountered security men at the banks?They "harass" you when you are spending time with the ATM machine downloading cash. For no reason,the security man starts hailing you because he feels he is entitled to a percentage of the money being collected. Likewise, these scenes happen in eateries. Imagine over your hard earned money! You are still expected to shake body. You could be in a good mood and start forming father christmas, if you ask me its your money!

In college, the cleaner "harasses" the student anytime she sees the student carrying big bags or just returning from the market. She feels that she is entitled to some gifts. After graduating from school,the normal thing would be to do clearance. Do you know that in some offices before they sign your documents, they feel they entitled to some amount of money. As in you must drop something before your documents would be released to you signed.

When getting a job is trough an agency, the agent feels that he is entitled to a certain percentage of ones salary because he/she has influenced your getting the job.In politics, godfathers use their sense of entitlement to collect from their candidates because they were part of their success story.


How about the police? Never mind that the police is your friend but you must part with some cash whenever they stop whether faultless or guilty of offence. "Sir/Madam,anything for the boys?" must not return to the policemen void, it must produce cash.

  Bobos and babies in relationship or even married couples, you would agree with me that living with the sense of entitlement is killing relationships... There is a thing line between being generous and being put under undue pressure to be generous. Lets choose wisely...


Saturday, 14 November 2015

Enroute Gidan Makama




Going on a trip to the emirate city,left me with so much excitement and expectations. My first point of attraction was the museum regarded as Gidan Makama.It was a 20-minutes drive on a bike from my destination in Dala.I just needed to tell the bike man that I was heading for Gidan makama and without blinking twice or scratching his head,he told me to hop in.  On getting to the museum,my hausa sounded shaky so I had made an easy transition to turachi while speaking to the attendants at the gate of the museum. They were very receptive and helpful throughout my visit.

 The museum was situated in the core center of the emirate city and that meant that severe principles were to be adhered to.  It was opposite the emir's palace. I had planned going there but somehow my liver failed me. As lady,I was supposed to be covered up with the hijab. My hair was exposed. Thankfully, I had on trousers and a long top.I was a little bit frightened with the way people were looking at me. They can always decipher a non-indigene from any distance.Obviously,I was the odd one.



Mistake I made was going there solo,it would have been better in the company of people but no one seemed to share my interest and excitement. Trust me, I had my notepad and pen as good company. They are my buddies anytime!

Sadly,it was one of the rules to not take a camera along. My camera phone turned out to be very useful  as I was able to take some shots in the museum.It was as busy as ever with people and children trooping in and out.There was a section that revealed the Islamic faith,another focused on the marriage ceremony-everything that concerns the new bride.The entrance was filled with artifacts that dealt with the history of Northern Nigeria and the existence of Kano state.

There was a guide to escort me around and quench my numerous inquisitive questions.He was very patient and delighted to show me around and explain things in details.There was also a section that showcase the leadership of Nigeria from the the era of colonial rule to the very present day Nigeria.It was a sight to behold.I learnt the names of war tools and how they functioned.It was worth the journey and it was a thrilling experience.

 Kano state is situated in the North Western region of Nigeria.It has been regarded as the land of commerce and according to the last census conducted,it is the most populous state in the country.The people of Kano state are very homely and accommodating.  they are also very religious. Fridays are very sacred. The whole roads are blocked during jumat prayers.They are  also very commercial people. You have dealers of all sorts of merchandise there from clothing to foodstuffs to cosmetic and  aha! jewellery. Then I remember how  I was bugged to get enough jewellery when returning back to Lagos from my trip to the emirate town. You get quality gold and silver in Kano state.Hausa language serves as their communication tool. A large percentage of the inhabitants are the Hausas and the Fulanis. It also houses other tribes like the Igbos (they are everywhere even in Ice land),Yorubas and others.

Gidan Makama Museum is one of the thirty-two Museums under the National Commission for Museums and Monuments of the Federal republic of Nigeria.It is both a National Monument and a Museum. It is known for its traditional architectural excellence. It has superb historical and ethnographic collections on Kanawa civilization and Hausa land in general. Gidan Makama was built in the 15th Century A.D by Emir Abdullahi Burja as residential complex for Rumfa his grandson. Prince Rumfa was later appointed the Makaman Kano, Heir Apparent to the Emir. This explains why the house is referred to as Gidan Makama, though some prefer to refer to the complex as Gidan Rumfa. When Rumfa moved to his new Palace, the subsequent Makama’s continued to use the complex as their Official residence a situation that more or less persists today. The complex was split into three. The West most sectors houses the Museum, while the central area is used by the Makama and the east most area houses two educational Institutions. Read more here http://www.kanoonline.com

  After my expedition, It was to relax at the mai suya and  mai kilichi joint. Trust me they did justice to the pangs that I was feeling in my tummy.  It was a long fulfilling day and to crown it all was suya and kilichi like never before!

Source: www.kanoonline.com

Saturday, 7 November 2015

Nomophobia- #Fear of losing ones phone




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 In Lagos, wonders never cease. Being the omo eko that I am, the rule of the game is to be street smart.This is a jungle where only those that are sharp and fast carry the day. It is basically the survival of the fittest.

  Funny things happen in the commercial center of the nation. The pickpockets, the agberos(area boys), the fraudsters, the manipulators, the traffic, the noise, the people, everything adds up to make the place the 8th wonder of the world.

Asides the negatives, if you can live in Lagos, you can live anywhere. Lagosians are very resilient and industrious. They do not "dull". It is one "owambe" to another "owambe". There is always something humorous even in the stress that builds up daily in the city.The bukas are home away from home. I was told that the dirtier it is, the sweeter their meals.You can only get the best amala joints in Lagos. In traffic, you can get virtually everything you want from snacks to drinks to   fresh meat to pots even land sef…you name it. Sometimes, you do not need to go to the market.

You all would be able to relate with my story. It was the close of day and I was headed to my abode. Being rush hour, traffic showed its ugly head. It did not affect vehicles alone, it extended to passers-by of which I was one.

So this man who wanted to overtake me was in such a hurry. Immediately he passed me, something within me reminded of my phone. And to add to my fear,my designers bag was zipless. It just occurred to me that the man must be making away with my phone as he was in so much hurry.

Holding on to the man before he went further, I asked him to please give back my phone. This was after I had dipped my hand into my bag to bring out my phone and didn't see the gadget.

So I held him and pleaded with him to please return my phone. Then the bubble burst open.
 His appearance kinda made me think he was a pickpocket. It is not written on their faces though.  But they are always in a hurry. And they kinda look haggard, well this is not proven. Don't go around thinking every haggard person is a pickpocket.

Back to the thriller, the man started getting aggressive. Meanwhile I was still begging him to return the supposedly stolen phone. Do you know that after checking my bag again the phone was well seated underneath my bag. Apoti bag???

I didn't let the man know that I had found it. I let him go after the discovery. People's intervention saved the day.

"Lock your bag" came one advice
"Have you found your phone?" Came one question
To which I replied in the affirmative.

This scene happens in Nolly wood but this was live. That was a very risky venture. Remember one of the ten commandments that thou shall not accuse thy brethren falsely. It was very much applicable. But something similar had happened to me while rushing to get a bus, my phone got stolen in the process.

Apparently, I tend to be "nomophobic". I dread losing my phone like going to hell fire. Getting another one doesn't rub of the pain of losing one particularly if you have so much on the phone. I love it and its features. My photos, my notes, documents, contacts and music collections are in it. The thought of losing it would leave me in serious pain as if it was heartbreak from a loved one.Thankfully I have my phone.
 In the meantime,don't jump into conclusions rather strive to jump at opportunities instead!
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