Wednesday, August 12, 2009

'Nigeria should be renamed Scamerica'

A respondent to an article that recently appeared in the Prestigious American sheet, the Washington Post on how the worldwide economic recession is affecting the yahoo yahoo industry ( for want of a better description) has proposed renaming nay rebranding of Nigeria as Scamerica, the world capital of internet fraud.

The report written by Karin Brulliard highlighted how the 'industry' has fallen on hard times against the backdrop of the global financial crisis. Trust American journalists with their all-familiar sanctimonious air, Karin made a mockery of mama rebrand nigeria's rooftop chorus of 'Good people, Great nation'. If Karin's thinly-disguised salvo carpeted Nigeria as a nation of scammers, a nail to the coffin was in the offing. The coup de grace was dealt by a respondent name Rikkirat who offered a terse: 'Nigeria should be rename Scamerica'

If you are itching to read the article, find the link here http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/08/06/AR2009080603764.html

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Essays Contest for Young People.

While on a frantic search for websites for sore eyes, I happened on this essay contest that should interest young people. If you are game, the contest is just a click away. http://youthinkblog.worldbank.org/youthink-international-youth-day-essay-competition
Watch out for more opportunities on this blog. That's a catch isn't it?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

A Close Shave with Internet Fraudsters

I have had more than my own fair share of close shaves. Every now and then I am on the cusp of something risky and after the danger has slipped by I am left in awe, nay shock, with mouth agape how it manages to elude me. For me, the moments remain instructive in that they bring closer home to me the immensity of dangers that others have to contend with in the course of the meeting the quotidian demands of life.

Doing a five hour stint in a dingy police cell in Ile-ife after one of those senseless protests as a student taught me poignant lessons on the imperative of freedom more than all the prison memoirs I was wont to read. The import of my mum's regular morning mantra -there is just a step between death and life-hit me with meteoric impact when I had an unforgettable near death experience in 2003. The contradiction of showing love and care to person living with HIV and maintaining a healthy distance in order to stay uninfected hit me harshly when a cousin of mine caught the deadly virus. Life is a school, the sages tell us, and the tutorials often come unbidden.

The first instinct on reading about folks who had fallen prey to the now ubiquitous con men is to tag them greedy and ignorant plebeians after all it takes a streak of covetousness to fall for their annoying baits. I got a mail purportedly from my banker bearing the tale that my "ATM banking session has been suspended" on some, with benefit of hindsight, phoney grounds. Pronto, I set about to resolve the riddle within the constraint of time and distance. A wedding ceremony of a family friend's daughter was slated for the very next day and I needed to spend a few note at the imminent 'Owambe' party that we Yoruba are wired to throw at such outings. Where will I get money, I asked myself. Requesting permission to visit the nearest GTB branch was inconceivable. I had a short time-line to deliver on my assignment. So the only option left was to follow the link provided -http://ibank.gtbank.com/%20ibank2/Alert.aspx

Truth be told, I was not familiar with GTB internet banking services so i could be forgiven for not instantly recognizing the tell-tale signs that should otherwise have given the phoney platform away for what it was-fake. The address on the url :http:////www.clangamingleague.com/Forums/images/ranks/base/data/ibank_gtbplc_com.php
was different from what the link that led me there read.I couldnt care less as the urgency of resolving the riddle beclouded any my brain that i couldn't see the red flags.

I was poised to provide prompts answer to the questions that were a prerequisite to resolving the riddle: my ATM number, card expiry date, security question, pin, answer to security question, id and password to mention a few. I had answered two of the questions and was about retrieving my id and password which was tucked somewhere when it dawned on me that the link was not GTB's and that the site was too bare for comfort. That piqued my already sagging guards. I took a closer look at the site. http://clangamingleague.com/ is definitely not my banker. It was a scam after all and the it was just another ploy to fleece an undiscerning 'maga' to use the yahoo yahoo lingo of his hard-earned money.
Many a time I have had to ignore without a second look messages from Interswitch that ATM pins should not be disclosed. Those messages I considered a no-brainer as I did expect any right thinking person to give their ATM pins to a third party.What self-conceit! I didnt know that it was only a matter of time before I would swallow the latest 'format' to use for the nth time the parlance of the uber-smart yahoo artists. I am cocksure I am not alone in this conceit.It is all too pervasive.Few harldy gave a thought to the hapless foreigners that were fleeced of their hard-earned money by yahoo yahoo artists.Why should they care aren't they greedy.Now the chicken has come home to roost.Hackers and internet fraudsters have trained their genius on our bank accounts and God helps us if our little savings get unscathed in their latest quest. It was a close shave for me, who knows it could be a big heist on another person's life savings.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Wacko Jacko: 'I am Better off Dead'


Daily Mail online has just published a shocker-MJ's purported suicidal thoughts.His unofficial biographer award winning journalist,Ian Halperin who had earlier predicited that the late pop singer had six months to live only last year dropped the bombshell. Curiously, his dire forecast proved prescient after all. MJ dropped dead six months and a day after Halperin's doomsday prophecy. Indeed this is the stuff of thrillers.

Read story here http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1196009/Im-better-dead-Im-How-Michael-Jackson-predicted-death-months-ago.html

Site for Sore Eyes

I have just found this new site- http://sarabamag.com
It is run by some young literary enthusiasts and they have got some great stuffs too.Please drop by.

A nation's identity crisis


Reuben Abati's much talked about article-A Nation's Identity crisis- is obviously still generating ripples.Arguments have been bandied back and forth with most folks (young people especially) lambasting the respected social critic for taking the emergent youth pop culture to the cleaners.For me, the question is what the heck?.Abati has trained his searchlight on myriad social issues more germane than the poorly-aped pop culture and it has earned few remarks unlike the varieigated sentiments this is whipping up.
If anything the angry sentiment that followed underscores the same zero-tolerance for dissent for which we blame the geriatrics ( the culpable ones ostensibly responsible for our myriad woes). Our still-fledging pop culture,we seem to be saying is still young for Abati's, who in my view is still young, searchlight. I wonder if it isnt heading for the rock when it is just yet a sapling.
God help us.

hear are some interesting links to the debate.
http://speechgirlbucknor.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-ado-about-article.html

http://bankyw.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-response-to-recent-guardian.html

http://www.ngrguardiannews.com/editorial_opinion/article02//indexn2_html?pdate=210609&ptitle=A%20Nation.

Please read and leave a comment.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009




Here is a review of Jude Dibia's controversial debut 'Walking With Shadows' that I Wrote for the Nigerian Tribune in 2007.It was my first attempt at writing a review, so guys pardon the errors.Do not spare me all the same. Do let me know what you think.

Walking with Shadows


JUDE Dibia calls his readers to join the fray in the debate on the propriety or otherwise of homosexuality; there is no sitting on the fence. In reading Walking With Shadows, one is confronted with that oft-avoided issue of homosexuality despite its increasing pervasiveness and the hushed but hypocritical treatment accorded it.

The protagonist, Adrian, is a successful business executive whose queer sexual orientation (a jealously guarded secret) is betrayed by a vengeful, fraudulent co-worker, Tayo who is seeking to exact his pound of the flesh for the loss of his job. Consequently, the peace of Adrian’s home is shattered by the revelation, driving a wedge between Adrian and his wife, Ada.

As much as Adrian tries to keep a straight life and bury an inextricable part of him to please those he loves the most, that part seems implacable, sticking out like a sore thumb. His wife, Ada finds herself in a quandary when an anonymous caller breaks the unsettling news of his kinky sexual orientation. She is inconsolable and like Adrian’s sexuality, she will not be appeased.It commences with Adrian’s futile attempt at discarding his painful childhood and all that reminds him (his name, Ebele which he jettisons for Adrian) of the unsavoury treatment at his hands of those closest to him i.e. his folks and his siblings, Chika and Chiedu.

The paradoxes and contradictions at the heart of contemporary Nigerian culture are also brought to the fore in this groundbreaking work. Gay men for the love of those they love choose to keep their sexual orientation under wraps so as not to hurt them; while those they purportedly love feel hurt the most when the lid is eventually blown over their best kept secret. “How will I face my family? I don’t want to lose my wife and kid?” Adrian keeps asking himself when his gay orientation becomes public knowledge. Abdul to whom Adrian runs to for succour provides a sublime riposte to Adrian’s telling question: “Everyday in a gay man’s life, he is constantly hurt by the people he loves the most. His family. His friends. And even the society.”

Jude deftly impresses a telling irony on his readers, which cannot elude them: the society is quick to denounce and chide gay men and lesbians yet it cannot provide a panacea to a condition it deems aberrant. Pastor Matthew, the whip-wielding Pentecostal exorcist typifies this absurdity when he resorts to a laughable solution-flaying Adrian to no end ostensibly to expel the ‘offending’ demon -while his brother Chiedu looks on. Yet the only reprieve that Adrian finds in the midst of his turmoil is in the company of Abdul and Femi both gay couples. Still grappling with the imbalance created in his marriage, he suddenly finds himself in Champagne a tryst for gay men where he meets Yahaya, an unabashedly married homosexual. Yahaya though married flaunts his sexuality, propositioning Adrian who is desperate to resolve the myriad of conflicts agitating his mind.

Expectedly, Adrian becomes the subject of office gossips and grapevine chatters further hardening the reluctance of Ada in coming to terms with his condition. Ada who has always prided herself on being tolerant and broadminded, finds her self-professed liberality challenged by the disclosure. She does not miss the irony of trading in exotic artworks while hesitating to embrace the cultural values that underpin their aesthetic beauty.

Ada’s cousin Nkechi who facilitates the meeting of Ada and Adrian in the first place is equally confused when she discovers that her son Junior is enamored of dolls. She gets hysterical and in a fit of anger slaps her son. She discovers that she is paranoid; mooting the hunch, that Junior is gay. Obi her husband sternly shrugs off the hunch.The seeming ubiquity of homosexuality is brought frighteningly home to a distraught Ada when she is introduced to Carol, Temi and Hajiya, three women who are bond by the fact that they have gay spouses. Iheoma, Ada’s friend is of the opinion that meeting the trio will help her come to terms with her husband’s homosexuality but her meeting further rankles her. Adrian subsequently finds a loyal ally in Rotimi, a protégé who is confused about his own sexual orientation. For Adrian, the only plausible explanation he gets for his folks’ mild ostracism during his childhood is their realization that he is different from his two siblings, Chika and Chinedu. Chika eventually comes to his aid, reciprocating a sacrificial gesture by rescuing him from Pastor Matthew’s Pentecostal nostrum.

The novel peaks when Adrian and Ada part amicably, freeing the former from his marital vows. Adrian finally relocates to saner climes tolerant of his sexuality to start a new life. His past, ever implacable, this time resurrects, rushing back in torrents when ‘Ebele’ is jolted back to life at the airport.

Jude Dibia, in Walking With Shadows, takes on widely held norms and convictions with an audacity that few of his contemporaries can summon. He tells a riveting story in a graceful style that is shorn of clattering details and bland moralizing. His haunting plot prods the reader to pause and take a renewed, painstaking look at the vexed issues of homosexuality, discrimination and our concomitant pretensions to tolerance.While homosexuality is viewed as a taboo and criminalized in this part, it thrives despite the hypocritical stance of the society. The book makes fleeting allusions to instances where suspected gay men were lynched by fanatical hordes intent on visiting God’s judgment on the ‘sexual perverts’. This rabid recourse to jungle justice that is rife overlooks the equally repugnant crime of violating the privacy of others.


The universality of the themes that the book addresses is obvious. Sibling rivalry, intolerance, jealousy and religious bigotry are irritants to which the society has become annoyingly inured. This is a work that is evidently ahead of its time at least by popular standards. However, there are nagging questions that the book inadvertently throws up: is homosexuality genetic? Is it a medical condition that can be resolved? Are kids gay from childhood? One equally fears that subsequent works of the writer may live under the shadow of this groundbreaking debut—a challenge to the author to churn out more daring work that will better his first offering.For this, rare embodiment of boldness and daring, Jude Dibia is assured a well –deserved place in the pantheon of the third generation of Nigerian novelists. Chris Dunton could not have been more right.