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A Nigerian author in the UK, Uzodinma Iweala has shown the world the official photograph (s) of his much anticipated novel Speak No Evil: A Novel due for release in March 2018. The novel dwells on the story of Niru, a Nigerian teenager whose sexual orientation differs from all and the fallout with his family when his father finds out he is gay. The book is coming twelve years after the author published his bestselling debut, Beast of No Nation According to Brittle Paper, the unveiling of these photographs shows us all that publicity for the new book is underway and that the first set of reviews should follow soon enough with announcements of book signing events. Source: Brittle Paper
(From a mystic perspective) By Yusuf Balogun Gemini. email: email@example.com 'We invented marriage. Couples invented marriage. We also invented divorce, mind you. And we invented infidelity, too, as well as romantic misery. In fact, we invented the whole sloppy mess of love and intimacy and aversion and euphoria and failure. But most importantly of all, most subversively of all, most stubbornly of all, we invented privacy', Elizabeth Gilbert. Controversies have surrounded Toke Makinwa, an actress and an award winning multi-media personality whose past is traceable to a messy divorce she had with her husband, Maje Ayida after he impregnated Anita Solomon. The infidel's life lived by Maje had led to this inevitable separation and one of the main triggers of Toke's best selling book--On Becoming. Funny enough, her life had been peacefully led afterwards until the recent 'rumour' that she is having an affair with Dr. Festus A. Fadeyi who is in his 70s. This new boyfriend or daddyfriend of hers is the billionaire chairman and managing director of Pan Ocean Oil Nigeria limited. It was claimed that he took loans to fund his firm's oil and gas upstream project operated under joint operating agreements and production sharing contracts with and on behalf of the Nigerian National Petroleum Company (NNPC) and is allegedly indebted to Skye bank to the tune of 196 billion naira. This simple revelation has triggered the pointing of fingers (by Fadeyi’s children) at Toke Makinwa for milking their father continually despite being aware of his indebtedness. Obviously, as a married man, the love tango isn't expected to be a smooth one at least not from the woman that has proudly given him five grown up sons. If I may ask, would you then blame these children for making so much noise over the internet, spouting words on Toke to cut off all romantic ties with their beloved father? On a second thought, I sometimes wonder how most Nigerians reason myopically, perhaps just to follow the bandwagon of every other person. Toke Makinwa owes no one an apology or explanation for choosing to engage in an affair with the said man (that's if she even does). Firstly, it's not a priority to other if she engages in such act or not. She's a single woman who's not to be tied down by the rule of what's norm or what's not. If she chooses to engage in an affair with Buhari, I don't think it should affect anyone as far as your survival is not hindered and Aisha is not complaining. Having ended her marriage on the basis of infidelity from her partner does not exterminate her from other relationships. Perhaps, I've forgotten the concept of infidelity but I think if there is any infidel here, it should be Festus Fadeyi. He was not under influence or coercion when he chose to step out of his matrimonial home to make out with Toke. If he chooses to marry Toke legally, it should be no one's source of headache as far he's able to balance the rope of responsibility in polygamy. Or did any law state that a married man can't wed a divorcee? I'm sure Nigerians would have also pointed fingers at Toke if it was discovered that she was making out with an eighteen year old guy. I really don't know how far we think before reacting to issues. More so, most accusations have been on the basis of ‘milking an indebted man’. Toke has no involvement in this man's industrial business and I'm very certain he was aware of his indebtedness before choosing to make out with her. Every woman appreciates material things (money as one) and that's one of the factors that can make a girl go head over heels for any man. Money can necessarily sustain a relationship these days (to an extent) and that's why only few girls can stay with a broke guy. Get thirty billion in your account and see how girls will sprawl at your door. I don't think the constitution web her around for receiving money from a supposed lover! What should she have received? I'm sure all those women pointing fingers would have done worse if they were in the same shoes. They would assemble on the social media to display ‘holier than the holiest’ and one of them might just have broken up with her lover because of one hundred naira airtime. If Toke have to refuse his gifts, it would be based on personal decision(s) and not general beliefs. When I see two women fighting on the street because of a cheating partner, I'm aggrieved. Those boys screaming on the net for Toke to leave their father are simply unwise. If there'd be anybody to throw baubles of criticisms at, it should be their father and not the woman who could as well be their stepmother in times to come. Most minds have been built in such a way that you see any third party as a threat but if the wall isn't cracked, the lizard can't gain penetration. If Mr. Festus wasn't interested, there was no degree of seduction or temptation that could have made him fall or even ask her out in the first place? Why do we hold women to higher moral scruples simply because we believe their supposed weaknesses could be used against them? Why is it right for a man to cheat and outright wrong for a woman to cheat? As weird as this might be, why is it logically right for a man to have two wives and wrong for a woman to have two husbands? Why must the woman bear the brunt of the man and face blames for all wrongdoings? Why is the woman always painted as the devil and the man, angel? When a man is caught in bed with another woman, we claim he was seduced and tempted but when a woman is caught doing the same thing, we call her a whore and slut shame her? I wonder what we would have said if the table turned and Toke was the one spending on the man. It's an absurd argument to claim she bleached her skin with the money gotten from the supposed mogul or she was bought a brand new Range Rover worth 50 million naira. It's not your problem, it doesn't concern you in anyway as far as it's not your money! The reason behind Skye Bank loaning billions of naira to him doesn't call for unneeded digging. As far as Skye Bank is not crying of bankruptcy, I see no reason why you would deter from your itching scrotum to focus on what two consented adults chose to do in privacy. Dear children of Dr. Festus Fadeyi, you can leave Toke out of the unnecessary mess you're causing and face your father. I am however certain that if he is not financially certain of himself, he wouldn't get involved in those expenses and what if he chooses to? The public crying out there don't even know what the man is facing in his private life, you don't know what happens behind closed doors. Whether he's a slave to his matrimonial wife, you know not but you rather chose to talk because everyone is talking. I pray, wisdom smile on us some day. Charles Orlando has said it all:‘People don't cheat because of who you are...they cheat because of who they are not’.
As the scheduled date of the maiden edition of Soul’e Rhymez and Friends’ (SRAF) awards and movies night draw near, hopes and anticipation soar high up to the greatest altitudes in all and sundry. According to the convener, Stephen Eneji, the event is basically geared at celebrating the end of the SRAF calendar, awarding its competitors and reaching out to emerging and established leaders. It has been carefully packaged and scheduled to hold on the 15th of December 2017 all night at BBCM Auditorium, 28, Owokoniran street, Surulere, Lagos. Furthermore, he hinted that winners of the award categories that range from outstanding leadership, most creative personality of the year, most influential personality of the year, entrepreneur of the year, blogger of the year, music artiste of the year, on air personality of the year, sport personality of the year, song of the year, comedian of the year, NGO of the year, poetry promoter of the year, DJ of the year, music video director of the year, actress of the year, actor of the year to movie of the year, student poet of the year and others would be picked through public voting. He added that that red carpet would start at 6pm while the award show would be by 9pm. Like an icing on the cake, the audience would also be entertained with two blockbuster movies that will begin at exactly 2am. The event which is expected to be graced by celebrities like Odunlade Adekola, Funke Akindele (Jennifer), Kingsley Uwachukwu, Ireti Doyle, Kehinde Bankole, Emmanuel Ikubese, Seun Ajayi, Mr Eriata, Miss Gloria Maduka as well as many entrepreneurs will feature stage drama, spoken word poetry and musical performances from a number of artistes including Josh, Walex, JC, Schools, ConA’stone, Oxlade Natalio, Fr33zinPaul, Honeybee, SunSamPaul, BBCM drama group, etc. To get tickets to the event, click on this link: https://spay.ng/zaddishcom/5
29: A Dangerous Invitation ...By Atala Wala Wala The car pulled up just outside the bank, and Iphey stepped out, anxiously glancing at her watch again. The window on her side slid down, and Chinedu peered through it. “Are you sure you'll be OK? I hope your boss won't eat you alive for this,” he asked. “I will be a few minutes late, but I should be fine; I'll find an excuse that will work. At least, as far as I know, there's no meeting that I need to be present at.” Iphey still wondered whether Funmi had a nasty shock waiting for her when she got back, but that was something she could worry about later. Right now, she felt so happy at the prospect at starting something really solid with Chinedu that everything else paled in comparison. “OK. Oh - before I forget - can I get your number? You can be sure that I have no intention of deleting it this time - but I'll make up a song with the numbers in it, just in case I lose the phone,” he joked. Iphey laughed as she gave it to him. “Please call me, and let's set something up.” Chinedu smiled back. “Yes, let's see if we can start afresh. Actually, I just remembered that you don't have your own transport to get back. How about we kill two birds with one stone? I can pick you up this evening, we can go somewhere nice and then I can drop you off at home.” “That sounds like a great idea.” “Yes, I thought so too. OK, I'll see you later.” He waved at her, and watched admiringly as she walked towards the bank entrance. Then the window slid back up, the engine revved and the car took off towards his office. **** As he drove, Chinedu was lost in thought. He really wanted to make things work with Iphey, and he was glad that he had this chance... but he recalled her unease about his history as an armed robber. “Sometimes, I wonder why I had to go and say that. Perhaps things would have been better if I had kept this close to my chest,” he mused. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it would be better to make a clean breast of things and tell her what had happened in his earlier years... Chinedu and his four younger siblings were had grown up in Ajegunle, where their father worked as a clerk in an office and their mum sold provisions in a small store. But it was not a happy marriage; the money both their parents brought in was rarely ever enough to feed them all, so there were always rows over why the children did not have school uniforms and books, or when the rent was going to be paid so that the landlord would stop harassing them. Chinedu remembered those rows with a shudder; they were violent, searing affairs that left him with ugly memories. He also remembered his father often saying to him and his siblings in a bitter voice: “See the suffering that being poor can bring. If you know what is good for you, make sure you study well so that you can get a good job and live in a big house, not this..” gesturing around their cramped one-bedroom apartment. So he coped in his own way by immersing himself in his studies; perhaps he could spirit them away from this miserable existence if he became a doctor, or an engineer. Fortunately for him, his ability matched his desire, and he excelled at school, so it looked like his hopes might become reality. Unfortunately, at the end of his second to last year in secondary school, his parents separated. His father was tired of being belittled by his wife and left to stay with another woman he had been having an affair with; his mother was only too glad to see him go, as it would mean an end to the endless beatings and abuse. But that meant that the burden of looking after the five of them weighed even more heavily on her, and in the end, this meant that Chinedu had to help to augment the family income by acting as an Alabaru, a load porter at the local market. Needless to say, this meant an end to his studies. Chinedu recalled his time at the market with mixed feelings. He missed going to school; in addition, the work was hard and competition for customers was fierce. However, he soon realised that the place was alive in a way that he had never experienced as an ordinary market-goer. There was always something going on; in addition, there was a whole underside to life in the area that he had never realised existed until he started hearing stories from the sellers and other regulars who frequented the place. He soon made two friends, Polycarp and Gbenro. Polycarp was a friendly, rather quiet boy who had also been working at the market as a porter for two years. But Chinedu was more more drawn to Gbenro, a much livelier person who always seemed to have a ready jest on his lips. One of the area boys, Gbenro was his nickname, no one seemed to know his real names. Chinedu also noticed that although Gbenro was not much older than him and did not always do any specific job with the area boys, he always seemed to have a good deal to spend. His curiosity pestered him to find out more; he still longed to return to school, but the meagre tips he got from his work meant that this would be a long time coming. “So Gbenro, how you come get all dis money wey you dey spend yanfu-yanfu for here, now? No be only this area boy work you dey do here?” he asked one day, after his curiosity would give him peace no longer. “Ah, bro... dat one na special ting...” Gbenro looked shifty all of a sudden. “I fit tell you, but...” “But wetin?” Impatience joined curiosity in prodding him. Chinedu gave a deep sigh. This was the moment he often replayed in his head; the moment his life took a dramatic turn, as a sequence of events began to unfold. It turned out that Gbenro, who ran errands for a gang of armed robbers in the area, had actually been waiting for an opportunity to recruit him to be a part of the gang. So Chinedu started out as an errand boy, passing along information; due to his popularity and having grown up in the area, he knew almost everyone. With time, he graduated to being a participant in the actual robberies, either as a lookout or driver. It had all been part of the excitement of being a teenager, he played cops and robbers and saved some money for his GCE exam. He assuaged any lingering doubts by thinking that no one was being hurt. Until the day everything went horribly, horribly wrong. 30: Operation gone wrong...by Atala Wala Wala. It was the evening of what had been a dull and rainy day. Chinedu was waiting in a room with two other men; he had been asked to 'report for duty', as an operation was scheduled for this night. He was nervous, because unlike the past few operations, he had not been given any details. While he waited, he tried to pry information from the other two men. Serubawon, tough and surly, ignored him altogether; Chancer, quiet and tense, told him to wait for their leader, Dabaru, to come - he would tell him everything. Chinedu was edgy because the people he was more familiar with, Gbenro and a few others, were not there. About an hour later, the door opened, and Dabaru entered, followed by Okey, another member of the gang. Dabaru was a tall, rangy man who had the air of someone scenting for danger around him. He had been involved in armed robbery for over five years; more than once, his sharp instincts had helped him evade capture. He called them all to gather round so that he could explain the night's operation. “We are going to this address in Lekki tonight. I hear that someone there is keeping some money there this night.” He stared fiercely at one of the other boys, “Okey, you know the place, right? The place I showed you when we were driving in the area the other day.” Chinedu was puzzled. “Is Okey driving tonight?” he asked. Dabaru turned to him and smiled. “Yes, Okey is driving instead of you. I think it's time that you took part in a actual operation.” He turned back to the others and continued explaining details of the operation, but Chinedu's mind was elsewhere. He knew that this day would come one day, but he hadn't thought that it would come so soon. His heart beat faster as he thought of what would happen. He had gone on shooting practice sessions with the gang before, but practice was one thing; real life was something else. Eventually, Dabaru finished with the explanations and told them all to get into the car waiting outside; the guns they needed were already in the boot. As Chinedu passed him, he put his hand on his shoulder and said “We will make six million naira from this operation; I know you will not disappoint. Just be strong like you were in the last operation.” Then he followed them out and entered the car, which promptly revved and sped off towards Lekki. Chinedu shook his head as he recalled how horribly wrong the operation had gone. His role had been to climb over the wall of the compound at the address, then threaten to shoot the compound guard if he did not open the gate for the rest of his colleagues. Unfortunately, the guard had panicked and run towards the house, raising the alarm. Chinedu had him in his sights; but he found that he could not bring himself to pull the trigger. He stood there, sweating and trembling, as the rest of the gang shouted at him to let them in. Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and he felt a sharp pain in his leg. The robbers heard the shot, and that was their cue to flee. Chinedu collapsed and as he lay on the ground, blood seeping through his jeans, he heard the wail of sirens in the distance growing louder. He woke up the next day at Apongbon. Five days later, the police doctor had bandaged the flesh wound on his leg inflicted by the house owner's pistol but the pain in his heart went deeper. While his answers to the interrogations had saved him some beating, he had been charged for armed robbery. His mother had visited once but there was nothing she or anyone could do. He was not up for bail and the police were were almost ready to transfer him to Kirikiri. He was sitting quietly while the other inmates raved and ranted, when a couple of prison guards approached his cell and unlocked it. The prisoners began to chant at the guards, but they glared fiercely back and pointed to Chinedu. “You... come with us. Oga wants to see you.” Which oga, and why does he want to see me? Chinedu wondered, as they walked down the dark corridors that led to the prison‟s chief superintendent‟s office. The guards knocked and entered. Two men were sitting at the table; one was dressed in uniform - Chinedu guessed that he was the superintendent - and the other was tall, dark and wore an expensive babanriga. “Is that the boy?” the tall man asked, pointing at Chinedu. “Yes, sah,” one of the guards replied. “Hmm...” The man stroked his chin for a while, and then he spoke. “You... you were brought in from an armed robbery, right?” others and continued explaining details of the operation, but Chinedu's mind was elsewhere. He knew that this day would come one day, but he hadn't thought that it would come so soon. His heart beat faster as he thought of what would happen. He had gone on shooting practice sessions with the gang before, but practice was one thing; real life was something else. Eventually, Dabaru finished with the explanations and told them all to get into the car waiting outside; the guns they needed were already in the boot. As Chinedu passed him, he put his hand on his shoulder and said “We will make six million naira from this operation; I know you will not disappoint. Just be strong like you were in the last operation.” Then he followed them out and entered the car, which promptly revved and sped off towards Lekki. Chinedu shook his head as he recalled how horribly wrong the operation had gone. His role had been to climb over the wall of the compound at the address, then threaten to shoot the compound guard if he did not open the gate for the rest of his colleagues. Unfortunately, the guard had panicked and run towards the house, raising the alarm. Chinedu had him in his sights; but he found that he could not bring himself to pull the trigger. He stood there, sweating and trembling, as the rest of the gang shouted at him to let them in. Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and he felt a sharp pain in his leg. The robbers heard the shot, and that was their cue to flee. Chinedu collapsed and as he lay on the ground, blood seeping through his jeans, he heard the wail of sirens in the distance growing louder. He woke up the next day at Apongbon. Five days later, the police doctor had bandaged the flesh wound on his leg inflicted by the house owner's pistol but the pain in his heart went deeper. While his answers to the interrogations had saved him some beating, he had been charged for armed robbery. His mother had visited once but there was nothing she or anyone could do. He was not up for bail and the police were were almost ready to transfer him to Kirikiri. He was sitting quietly while the other inmates raved and ranted, when a couple of prison guards approached his cell and unlocked it. The prisoners began to chant at the guards, but they glared fiercely back and pointed to Chinedu. “You... come with us. Oga wants to see you.” Which oga, and why does he want to see me? Chinedu wondered, as they walked down the dark corridors that led to the prison‟s chief superintendent‟s office. The guards knocked and entered. Two men were sitting at the table; one was dressed in uniform - Chinedu guessed that he was the superintendent - and the other was tall, dark and wore an expensive babanriga. “Is that the boy?” the tall man asked, pointing at Chinedu. “Yes, sah,” one of the guards replied. “Hmm...” The man stroked his chin for a while, and then he spoke. “You... you were brought in from an armed robbery, right?” Chinedu, staring in astonishment could only nod his head. “I am Alhaji Galadima,” the man continued. “I am here to talk about the gang that you were part of...” It turned out that the Alhaji, who was a police officer, was looking for information that would help him end the operations of Chinedu‟s former gang, who were still active in the area. On inquiring, he learnt of Chinedu who had been part of the gang, but was now in custody. Galadima realised after talking at length with Chinedu that he had no great loyalty to the gang members, as they had abandoned him the moment he had been caught, and had not contacted or been to see him since. Chinedu said he would co-operate with the police in supplying information. Galadima also saw from the conversation that Chinedu was quite an intelligent person, and soon teased out the circumstances that led to him joining the gang. His co-operation led to two members of the gang, Serubawon and Okey, being caught. It also meant that the Alhaji was able to arrange for him to be released sooner, and in addition, he volunteered to fund Chinedu‟s education to university level “because it would be a shame for such a fine young mind to go to waste.” Chinedu‟s eyes misted over as he remembered the Alhaji‟s benevolence, but he quickly wiped the wetness away, as he slowed down his car to park at his office. ***************************** Please, click on our ads.