Saturday, February 15, 2014

On Valentine’s Day

People will never seize to put me in a major state of awe. I mean, people around are all over social networks saying this and that about celebrating Valentine’s Day.  Here is one of the ranting I came across on the internet:
“Putting on Red and White 2mao (Valentine’s Day) will only make u luk lyk unknown capsule y dnt u try colours lyk Red & Yellow? At least u will luk lyk tetracycline” - BBM

To my surprise, even a university lecturer from my department was condemning it this morning in a mixed class with Muslims and Christians. It clearly shows the degree of dumbness people are in.
It is believed by these people that Valentine’s Day originated from Christianity which is true and according them should thus never ever be appreciated by anyone other than a Christian. But this same people who are proudly “themselves” whoever they are forgot that so many Holidays and a lot more other things came from the “Christian community” or at least from the western world.

When we celebrate out Independence Day, whose idea is it? For the Muslim it is not a Muslim idea to celebrate Independence Day, it is neither a Christian idea, it is a celebration of independence to practice democracy which is indirectly a western idea. The calendar used by the world today is a Christian idea also, isn't it? It also shouldn't be used by anyone other than the Christians, shouldn't it? Coke isn't a Muslim company, is it? Coke should not be consumed by a Muslim. Indomie instant noodle isn't a Muslim company is it? Muslims should stop eating Indomie shouldn't they? The world is filled with ideas and items like that. In fact most things around the world were not started or developed by the Muslims. So what is the point of picking out a particular day?

People do not want to understand the aim of a day like this, you see you are not forced to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but if someone does, you shouldn't be all angry about it OK? Days like this are celebrated for the purpose of making a moment. According to Wikipedia; it’s a feast day of Saint Valentine the celebration of love and affection. So what if I take my girlfriend out on that day and create a beautiful moment with her that both of us will remember for the rest of our lives? So what if we get married and I take her out as my wife on this very day and create another beautiful moment?

It doesn't matter who brought up the day and how it came about, it’s about what you make it. When Muslims use the Gregorian calendar it doesn't mean the Muslims agreed that Jesus is the son of god. Days and things in life are nothing but what you make of them, so be free, live free and enjoy the moments as they come to pass. If you don’t celebrate something, don’t kill others if they do.

By the way, I had a great one.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Why Get Married At All??

After reading Rodulf Okonkwo’s column last night on Sahara Reporters titled “Why marriages should have expiration date”, I wondered and questioned, why get married at all? According to Rodulf, most marriages in the west end in divorce which comes with hard feelings shared between the couples. The same fate is facing new couples in the African nations as more and more females get educated, know their rights, and accept the ideology being spread by feminism.

In the past and even in the present, females are considered second class citizens to men. Their fate especially in the African nation is to get born, grow, marry and die. They are considered materials possessed by men that can afford them. By their families, they are considered a burden since they do not bring anything to the family rather they bring along with them shame when raped or just grow in leave the house for another.

While men, on the other hand, are considered valuable. They go to schools, find a job and marry. They look after their new family and the families they come from, thus they are considered the most important part of the society. As such they are to be respected by women, worshiped by their wives and as a reward for their power; they can marry as much women as possible especially in African communities.

Marriages cannot work in a place where woman go to same schools as men and realize that men are no more better than them, that they are even better than men at some points. Women knowing this gives them power, to stand on their own and be bosses of their own lives unlike the way it used to be with men at the top of the hierarchy controlling every aspect of the community.

The line between men and women was thickened and still being thickened by most communities. Something to ponder upon is when a man marries a woman and she ends up having say breast cancer in the marriage which calls for her breasts to be cut off or something worst, in a place like Africa and especially in North where I live the man is not even expected to stay with her, the best he can do for her is keep her in the house and marry another wife. But it is not the same when a man is the one with the problem. If a man losses his manhood, say in an accident the expectation of the community like mine is that the woman should be a good wife and live with it. She is deprived sex for rest of her life.

If you look at the pic above, the idea of marriage seems like a good one when one is optimistic about everything, but in life one has to think as they say; outside the box. Marriage shackles one in chain of forever especially women which when pulled off tends to hurt both parties as well as the offspring gained from within.
In my own opinion, rather than being chained in marriage, why not just stay together and live like you do when dating, with no promises just decisions. Decide to have kids when you feel like without promising anyone forever. Stay apart when need arise. Tell your offspring about your decisions so as to get them ready for anything that may come in future.

I can recall in the sitcom “community” when Abed Nadir asked his best friend Troy Barnes to come stay with him, Troy told him “NO” that it could spoil their friendship. It is actually true in most cases. When people see too much of each other they get bored and tired, the result is random problems emanating from little or no mistakes. Marriage is like that too. And when the marriage is like that found in Africa or most Islamic states, the result is a forced and painful sustenance of the marriage by the female party.

Don’t tire yourself to marriage; instead stay together with the person you love for as long as you can. When you get bored and tired, take a break; stay away for a while till you feel the need for them. Because it is true, when you see less of me, you need more of me.

Sunday, September 8, 2013


Since Obasanjo, every successive government seems to be worse than its predecessor and the problem remain same; corruption. Every election year, Nigerians troop to the polling unit to cast their votes but unfortunately, the votes hardly count or even when they do, the people remain the same with perhaps a change of party or something else.

Aged people of the north still blame Babangida for SAP, some blame Buhari's regime which according to them left most of them poor till this day, others blame US for spying and scheming against Nigeria and some blame it all on World Bank for giving Nigeria all 'these bad economic plans'.

Other ranks Police and Soldiers are still at the road blocks with guns counting the number of vehicles that pass in search of Boko Haram members, and Nigerian Muslims and Christains are not yet in harmony with each other.

Primary school students now copy and paste assignment from the internet. Secondary school students are still paying to get higher marks in their SSCEs and JAMBs to get an admission into the university. Students of higher institutions are begging the government to consider the cry of institutional unions so that they can go back to their various schools to copy and paste their projects and graduate.Young people are crying to the government for jobs, and some government workers are at home resting with their wives all through the week waiting for the month to end and get an alert which they proudly brag about.

But then, Nigerians; these people listed above, still blindly blame it all on the government, unknown to them, the government is them and they are the government.

But forget about the president who in your opinion is incompetent as they put it, forget about the state governor, forget about the local government workers who sleep at home, infact, forget about the university student who copy and paste projects or even the secondary school student  who pay to get a higher SSCE score, what really matters is you, yes YOU :).

We are not here to change Nigeria, Nigeria is ruin but we have hope in you, yes YOU. Stand up, think and think again. There is something clean you can do to earn yourself a living. Aren't you tired of waiting for your parent to give you a little something? aren't you tired of asking for A and getting B all the time? aren't you tired? you don't have to wait 25 years to be a graduate, you don't have to wait until you start working for the government, you can work for yourself, be your own boss and build your own enterprise. Dream big, you can even own Nigeria.

Yes please forget about Nigeria, its just a geographic location where you and others happen to live, that's all nothing big. No, by forgetting about Nigeria you are not being selfish, you are empowering yourself, focusing on what you want which eventually you will end up having.

Like writing a clean school project, you have to have an aim and your objectives. This is simple English but please allow me to explain. Your aim may the attainment of self-employment but at the moment you are the poorest Mr. in your locality. Don't worry you still have your objectives, your objectives may be something like; learn phone repair from other people at all cost, learn a clean online business or be a waiter at a shop or be an attendant at a cafe, be a hair dresser at a saloon or be an iron bender at the wilder shop, the list is limitless.

To achieve your aim, you have to be strong enough to withstand the test of your objectives, never be weak, be appreciative, one is better than zero, put that at the back of your mind, because when you decide to take this journey, you will see things that are hard to endure. But then, while enduring always remember your aim and jump to be greater objective when given the chance.

Remember your aim, you want to be self-employed, then while doing your objectives remember to master them well because when the time comes, you might end up needing one or two of those skills you mastered.

You may appreciate the story of a young man who through endurance is now happily self-employed, he went through several objectives and today ended up as a good tailor who's happily married and is expecting a son. The point is, it doesn't have to be very big at first, everything starts from the bottom up. who knows, this young man might end up being an international fashion designer, which is all a matter of time. This young man happens to be my brother, whose footsteps am following and am proud of him.

I urge you to dream, I urge you to wake up and make the first step towards achieving it, I urge you to be strong, I urge you to be appreciative and I urge you to forget about Nigeria, build your self legally, that's the point of it all.

I remain yours, Nasir Mustapha, the typist, the graphic designer, and the software technician.

One love
And its all about you.

Monday, June 3, 2013



In a speech given at the commencement address of Stanford University, Steve Jobs while telling his three stories to the graduating students said that you cannot connect the dots looking forward, you can only connect the dots looking backward. You have to believe in something, and trust in yourself that at the end the dots will connect. It may not be all bright at the beginning but following your heart is always the right choice.

While listening to his speech, I understood that, Mr. Steve was not emphasizing the fact that he was a college drop-out, he rather was trying to tell the crowd of young graduates who were about to go out into the labour market that this life is all about doing what you love. Mr. Steve only dropped out of college because of his dream - his heart was loving something else which the college wasn't offering him and for that reason he dropped out and chased the dream.

But that is not just the wonderful part of Mr. Steve's story. He also added that, when Apple Inc started growing they had another member with whom he Steve had a problem later on and caused Steve his job despite the fact that he started Apple. He asked, "how can you get fired from a company you started?", he said it happened when the board of directors of Apple sided when his opponent and then Steve had no chance. He said he felt terrible and felt like he had disappointed the generation of entrepreneurs who handed the baton down to him. But Steve according to him still had love for what he was doing and because of that, I had the courage to start again. He founded NeXT and Pixar Animation Studio; Pixar developed the motion picture movie; Toy Story and over time Apple Inc bought NeXT at $429 million and Steve returned to Apple Inc.

This story isn't about Steve returning to Apple Inc, It is about Steve believing in himself and trusting that in the end it will all work out fine, it is also about facing challenging times and fighting back when it seems un-fight-able, it is also about going down the line and think about what is it you really want to do with your life and sacrificing everything to achieve that; these are what this story is all about.


When we talk of people like Lil Wayne, most people think of "bling life", "getting high" and other negative behavior. But if you forget about what you think and read about people, from reliable sources you'll start to appreciate alot of people. Maybe many others do the same, but just like Steve Jobs, I also find Lil Wayne an inspiring someone.

His real names are Dwayne Micheal Carter Jnr, was born in New Orleans, Louisiana where he grew up in the neighborhood of Hoolygroove. Lil Wayne's Parents divorced when he was only 2 years old and his father, according to Wikipedia abandoned the family permanently. The young Wayne enrolled in the gifted program of Lafayette Elementary School and in the drama club of Eleanor McMain Secondary School. In the 1990s, Wayned attended McMain for two years. At McMain Magnet School, Carter was an honor student, but he dropped out at the age of 14 to focus on a musical career. And today, look at who Dwayne Micheal Carter Jnr turned out to be, from being a son abandoned by his dad to a man owning millions of dollars and 4 kids for whom according to him he will retire music at 35 and focus on bringing them up.

Although President Obama kept on mentioning Lil Wayne whenever he wants to make example of what school children shouldn't be, Lil Wayne joined University of Phoenix for an online program; majoring in psychology where he is reportedly doing well.

It will also interest you to know that On February 19, 2008, Lil Wayne revisited McMain Secondary School - where he dropped out from to get students to design an invitation to the gala introducing his's nonprofit One Family Foundation; the mission of this One Family Foundation is to empower urban youth by engaging them in opportunities to cultivate their talents and skills, educating them to become productive and economically self-sufficient, and motivating them to dream beyond their circumstances. Lil Wayne wants to help other kids to figure out what they are best at and also put them through to pursue it.

Like Steve Jobs said, you cannot connect the dots looking forwards, the dots can only be connected looking backward. When we look at the biography of Lil Wayne and the struggles of Mr. Steve before he finally made it we see the truth in his statement. When people follow their hearts two things happen; one - when you follow your heart you end up doing what you love the most regardless of what it takes and two - when you follow your heart you'll never work in your life, since doing what you love is just a hobby you only keep loving it the more you do.

You have to first sit down and figure out what you want to do with your life and put in mind that every decision has a consequence, and no one asks you to drop out of school, but if you have to drop out of school to achieve your dream then you should.


Hit the comment box and feel free to share with others your experiences in life, lets benefit from one another.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Break Almost Over, And This Is How It Went...

Okay so its been like ages since the last time i came here to post some of my meaningless gabbage words which hardly get read by people except Aliens who one way or the other always find a way to Complex Diary, to read a thing or two. Well, am glad I have those Aliens, it wouldnt have been okay to leave the place all empty.

Its surprising how I didnt even spare a single moment out of my busy life to come here and tell ya'll aliens about the thief that stole my laptop, oh well, not about him, about my laptop that got stolen :D. Well, lemme do that now real fast. Okay, so I was getting ready to leave school for the break, packed all i needed and was about leaving. gathered up some stuffs i wouldnt need at home and took them to my friend's apartment at the university's staff quaters. Came back in about 30mins and checked for my stuffs, boom, my laptop was gone. The thief was fucking timing me. I was confused for alittle while and after sometimes I just kinda put the worry aside and faced reality, but man one hundred and fifty Geess aint no small money. Anyways, thats Just by the way.

I really appreacted having my laptop with me last semester, I got myself a job with it. I was typing shit for people for some little dough with whihc I will proudly say, I took care of myself with, plus I even got myself a blackberry 9780. So, on my return, I decided to;
(1) Sell my blackberry 9780 and get a second hand laptop with which I'll do business as usual to gather up some money and buy the blackberry later
(2) Just work hard with whats available and save alot to get a second hand laptop with which I can go back to school with and get things back to normal.

Initially I was considering the first option cos I thought it was the only way out, but then my smart-girlfriend insisted on the second option, and now am thanking her for insisting, I would have ended up regreting.

Working had is just a part of me, I don't know how or when I came to be a hard worker, but I just came to be out of the blue sky. Throughout my almost-two-months break, I was working for more than 12hours a day. sometimes I even work overnight just to meet up with my target goal; which is saving as enough as possible to buy another laptop before resumption. Business turned out brighter than I expected it to, eventhough I spent alot of the money (not on myself most of the times, but on people I care about and it was worth it) I still have a reasonable amount saved. And am proud of myself on this one, it takes courage to be hard working.

While I was working hard, I lost interest in buying a laptop (not a total lost of interest, as in to the extent that i dont wanna buy a laptop anymore), I just felt like no am not working this hard just to get me a laptop, am working hard to be independent, to be able to care for myself. In a nutshell, I mean, I work hard to be a man; a future dad.

Thats pretty it for now, its late, I just finished watching "Ted", a movie by Seth Macfarlane; a man I admire alot. And I think am gonna sleep now, or if my sleepy girlfriend decides to wake up and reply me, I might end up sleepy around 3am. And oh, i also watched that kinda movie where the cast are all naked and doing something that people call nasty while making some silly sound that turns me on. But don't tell my girlfriend she's gonna kill me, AM SERIOUS!

Anyways, goodnight Alien!
and watch out for part two, haha I guess that's what they say. :p

Friday, February 1, 2013

Learn How To Read Without Sleeping

I am not a therapist or some guru that likes reading so much to have figured the way out. In fact, if you have been following this blog for a while, you perhaps have read a post I published concerning my reading-sleeping problems about 2 years ago when I was in my second year in the university. There is something about this life, they say; 'Its a teacher' that 'the more you live, the more you learn' and I kind of agree with that statement because recently, this "life" taught me that 'of course, one can read without sleeping' as against my old thoughts that I could never read without falling asleep in the process.

How did I come about this knowledge, well, it was hard learnt, I failed in my last semester exams and I bow to make a change, to get better grades this semester and that was is, that was the number one secret to being able to read without sleeping; it is called "zeal". Zeal to work hard, zeal to succeed. I started going out to study in classes after school hours. And even though I would read just a little, I kept on doing it, and what do you know? I still do it.

First things first, after gaining the zeal, the next thing is to plan. Everything planned would most likely go well, so plan. How do you plan? Before you go out for reading, make sure you rest a lot. Eat, rest, and sleep for like an hour or two when you wake up, your body will be ready to study without getting tired easily. Plus you have the zeal, remember?

Again, I realized that I could study for a long time if I do not take it too serious. What I mean here is, I would be reading just cos I enjoy what am reading not cos I have exams to write. Just cos I feel like I should know 'these things'. I would be reading with my laptop connected in front of me and I would search for a better explanation of what I read on Google. Without taking it too serious, i learnt to read for a long time and even be able to read where there is noise. if you take it too serious, you may not be able to read where there is noise, and you may get tired easily.

Another thing I learnt about reading is reading in a place far from my room. This is another secret for a long time reading. If you go away from your resting place, you will not be tempted to feel like you need to rest. And this is not like you are stressing yourself no to rest, you should go rest when you need to.

Remember to always go sleep when you feel like it, do not force yourself to read when you really are tired. I can remember there was a time I was reading, I read for like four hours and i still wanted to read more and even though I wasn't sleepy, I got so tired that I wasn't even understanding anything. So it's always better to go rest when you need to.

If you are not a fan of reading outside your room or if you do not have access to any reading place except your room then learn to read not on a sleeping posture, that is you shouldn't lay your body down to read, your brain might just assume that you need to sleep and you would.

Never take any pill to stop yourself from sleeping, even if you do not sleep, your would eventually stop understanding even when you aren't sleepy. If you are tired get a one hour nap and continue. Good luck and hope this helps those in need.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Breaking Away From Laziness

Lying down!
Like a cat, he keeps on lying down.
Always squeezing, trying to close those eyes
Forgetting about the run to take
Like it doesn't matter,
He sleeps away when the game is on
But when the runners hit the finish line,
He wakes up and realizes the chameleon he is
Left behind gaining last!
Like a dream he has and can’t interpret
Now that he stops thinking wishfully,
He wakes up and does his chores
Slow and steady now he wins the race,
Jumping hurdles with the eyes wide open
Knowing that at least it will pay
That even if in the end the trophy isn’t his
He will be somehow among the best
Not for the runners to clap,
But for the heart he wears

Saturday, January 12, 2013

"You Lazy (intellectual) African Scum!"

I got this from a WordPress blog titled: Mind Of Malaka: and I thought it would be nice to share with you all. It's interesting to know that I first saw this article in one of my entrepreneurship course modules while I was reading for exam. I was amazed when I saw the writer of the module citing the above named blog as the reference for the article, and the curious me wanting to see more from the writer went there and got this for your reading pleasure. And I wanted changing all references to Zimbabwe to refer to Nigeria instead, to send a message particularly to my fellow Nigerians but I am too lazy for that now plus I have to go study for my exam. Well, that does it, enjoy! 


They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”
My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they
were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Zambians in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are in Mtendere, Chawama, and in villages, all of them living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that—PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Zambia’s literati—the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and Central Sports.
Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba, Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line.
I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of his predecessors. If today I told him that we can build our own car, he would throw me out.
“Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)
Knowing well that King Cobra will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior.
A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our country. Our journey from 1964 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones.

Field Ruwe is a US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Religious Paradox Most Difficult To Digest


If God Knows Everything:

For the majority of religious people around the world, the issue of predestination is something core to their belief system. It is called predestination in English and Qadr in Arabic  for those who are Muslims  their system of belief even went further high to say that whoever does not believe in the aspect of predestination is doomed, and hell shall be his/her eternal abode. But then one comes to ask this question, what then is the essence of religion if everything was predestined before time? for many religious people, you wouldn't get any better answer than "we cannot doubt god, god knows everything and so you can't judge him, he knows why he chose so so to be so so and not the other way round". Nobody is judging any God, god or gods, but the whole concept of religion will fall upon itself and die if it be that we do not do anything of our own will. If it be that all that we do is just a practical aspect of all that has been written by the all knowing god before time.

For a hardcore christian, God created Adam and Eve and told them not to eat from the forbidden fruit knowing fully since before their creation that Satan would persuade them into eating it and they would definitely fall for his persuasion. Same for the Muslims, they believe that in fact God knew Satan would be disobedient but still god insisted in created Satan and still blame Satan for a crime already planned by the god who accuses him. Religious people only want to prove that God/god/gods indeed know(s) everything. However, it skipped their clear (or is it blur) memory that, by believing in that, they open a big whole which undermines the whole concept of religion itself. For if god knew before time what all his creation would do from day one to the last day what right then does God/god/gods have to blame people for being how they are if it was actually him in the first place who made everything. It is obviously ridiculous to believe in such a thing. Nonetheless, if I was a religious person, I would be glad about this fact, I would just live my life the way I so feel like cos after all, what will be will be in the end.

If you are religious and you are reading this, am sorry, am not perpetuating any lie here or making stereotypes, what simply am doing here is bring out the real truth about something people always want to keep hidden, something people think little of but it is so gross that it could crumble the whole world of religion you so dearly believe in. i want you to bear with me and realize that if God knows the past, the present and the future, it means, God made Satan, then he made Satan to be rude to him, then he made Satan to deceive Adam and Eve, then he blamed Adam and Eve, then he sent them down to earth as he planned, then he determined the number of brethren Adam will have till the end of the world, then he determined that one of Adam's son's will kill the other, then he blamed the one who killed the other when actually it was him who planned it so, then he decided to put the one who killed the other into hell to burn forever for a sin he actually didn't come up with in the first place. How fair can your god be if this is the truth about him.

According to the Muslims  God chose them by making them Muslims and indirectly it means god did not choose the Christian and thus, they will burn in hell and according to the Christians  god chose them by making them believers in Christ the son of the virgin Mary thus they will die and go to the father's heaven where no Muslim is allowed because Muslims were not chosen by god. Most religions seem to be the same when it comes to the aspect of predestination and thus the issue of predestination completely wrecks the pillars most religions stand upon. As far as this is concerned, religion is crap, for craps something you would only do for blind faith not for reason.

If Ever There Is A God

If ever there is a god, then it would be the one who created matter, who initiated the big bang, who determined all the laws of the universe, who made it that iron be melted with extreme hit, that when water evaporates and it reaches dew point, it will condense and allow for rain to fall, who made it that if man eat and the food gets digested, the unwanted part gets excreted, who made it that the sun revolves according to the law that governs it, who made it that if you touch fire, it would burn your skin no matter the amount of faith you have it god, who made it that if you do not in-hell oxygen you will suffocate and die no matter the amount of faith in you have in God, who made it that whoever reads will gain knowledge and those who are too lazy would have to be left behind, who made it that man has a brain which he can use to think and understand that god does not make him do what he does rather god gave him brain with which he should think.

You may by now have concluded me an atheist but that's not true, although for me atheism is far better than believing in predestination, but atheism hasn't explained to me where the universe came from. it told me everything started with a big bang and I ask, who or what made the big bang? The concept of god will make sense to those who think deep when one reads Quran 21:30 (NOTE: however that by quoting the Quran am not advertising any religion for any one of you, and I do not mean to make any religion look better than any other, I only quote cos it makes sense and perhaps requires attention for those in a critical state of crises with their faith). The verse says: 
"Have those who rejected not seen
that the heavens and the earth were one piece, so We split them apart?
And that We have made from the water everything that lives.
Will they not believe?"

For me this verse makes sense, and makes me think that perhaps and sometimes indeed there is a God who made all, and if he was intelligent enough to set the laws of the universe, then he can't be the God who predetermined everyone's future to blame them afterward cos that would have to prove that even I is smarter. This verse will only make sense to you if you recall that Quran is said to have been written about 1400 years ago. It will only mean that God who made the universe from the big bang told about it even before it was realized by scientist. There is another verse which caught my attention:

"And the heaven We constructed with resources,
and We are expanding it."

I don't know if these two verses make any sense to you, but they did for me and they compel me to go and read more about the Quran beyond the way Muslims do, not believing it by blind faith but by reason and logic.


I testify that there is nothing like a god who made the universe and predetermined everything, even if he exists, I sure don't give a damn cos then I would knew it wasn't all my fault that I didn't give a damn, it would be his for making me think this way. --- Nasir

If religion is not a home for those who think, then I would rather live homeless, for a homeless thinker will in the end find a way out but he who stays in a home of blindness may someday be crushed by it's falling roofs even if he trusts the strength of the builders. --- Nasir

Monday, December 24, 2012

The Gullible Creationist And The Blind Evolutionist

This is an excerpt from Edip Yuksel's book; "NINETEETH: God signature, in nature and scripture"

Assume that we have constructed a completely automated assembly line that manufactures automobiles run on fuel-cells. It receives raw materials such as steel and plastic from one end, and after passing through an assembly line run by computers and robots, it spews out automobiles from the other end. Now assume that we brought two members of a primitive tribe living in an isolated jungle and placed them in front of the exit door. When a car emerges from the exit door, you enter the car and start driving it. You then stop and watch the reaction of the two tribesmen. You see that the one on the right is awed by the moving beast and is thanking God for showing him a miracle by
creating such a complex creature in a few seconds.

Let's assume that the other tribesman on the left side is more curious and adventurous. He wonders about the whereabouts of the room behind the exit door. After some trials, he finds an opening somewhere and able to peek into the room. He sees some robots spraying paint on a car. He touches the paint and
notices that it is liquid. After that observation, he comes back and shares what he saw with the believing man on the right. "The shiny stuff on this beast is not too thick. In fact, it was liquid before it was sprayed thinly over its solid skin." But,
what about the skin, what about the round circle that determines its direction, and what about the power that moves it? The curious man makes numerous trips, entering some other rooms of the assembly line compound, either by forging a key or luckily discovering a peephole… He learns that the raw materials are spilled in molds upon their arrival and the beast is gradually assembled from simple parts. For instance, the doors are attached by robotic hands through hinges. Though he is not able to access some rooms to explain
some stages of the assembly line, he gets a good idea how from simple raw building blocks a complex and powerful beast called automobile could emerge.

After getting some ideas about the modus operandi of the assembly line, the curious infers what could have happened in the rooms that he could not access. The believing man outside, who is still intoxicated in spiritual awe, is not impressed by the finding of the curious tribesman. He finds problem in the theory of the curious man since he is not able to explain some events in the assembly line. "You see, you cannot ignore the divine mystery and hand in the creation of this beast!"
The believing man declares that an Omniscient and Omnipotent Creator or an Intelligent Designer created the beast in a second or at worst case scenario in six seconds out of steel and plastic. The believing man goes further and declares his friend to be a heretic disbeliever deserving to burn in Hell forever. The curious man, on the other hand, declares that there is no God of gaps, nor an Intelligent Designer or Engineer, since he had seen none in those rooms. Besides, the curious man brags about his knowledge of most of the events in the evolution of the beast and declares that his friend is a delusional lunatic who deserves to be restricted from expressing his opinion on the evolution of the beasts, especially in public places and in front of children.

Why do most believers in God ignore empirical evidences in His creation, while on the other side, most of those who study the empirical evidences ignore intelligent inferences? Parties in the evolution controversy may see each other in these two characters, but perhaps none will identify himself with them.