Leadership By Bullets

On my way to church I noticed that the street to church was blocked off by the police and all the streets down the road as well and I had to turn back and park by the road side to get to church on foot. I asked why there were so many angry-trigger-happy-men-in-black blocking of 4 major streets in Lekki1 and I was told someone with a political office was in one of the houses. My informant noticed my perplexed expression and added that the politician was of the wrong party and on the wrong side of the opposition’s godfather. I laughed out loud before I could control myself and walked off smiling.

How is it possible that a politician who is not the president can block off 4 major streets in a famous neighbourhood and all we can do it stand around and watch to see if other “goons” were coming for a fight. I could see the expectation in the eyes of those standing around and it made me sad.

True leadership is service to the people anything else is terrorism.

You don’t need to bear a certain crest and blow people up to be a terrorist. The fact that those who put you in office now have to cower at your presence and suffer because you came into town is cruel and makes you undeserving of that position.

I was smiling because he was more afraid of his opponents than the man of the street. But the man on the street was his worst enemy. As someone has said, "when the poor have nothing left to eat they will eat the rich".

Leadership entails direction. If you are pointing us to decadence and disruptive behaviour you are an anarchist not a leader

I am one of the millions of Nigerians waiting for the new administration to work a miracle and praying for divine help for right decisions and protection. I didn't write about missing money, election drama, peoples opinion or fuel scarcity because I am holding out for “change” and it has to be a complete “transformation” if not we are only ‘mice on a wheel’.

God help us.



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Lady In A Little White Dress

She sat with her legs slightly open. Her dress was a pretty little white piece open to the waist at the back and ending at the knee. She was a black beauty with only red lipstick for makeup and an Afro that said "I'm African and proud" daring the rest of us who had paid good money to own Caucasian hair.

I sat a few paces away from her to the left and wondered if the slight open of her legs was exposing more than just her thighs to those sitting opposite her. She seemed oblivious to the way she sat so I decided to get my answers from the expressions of those opposite her.

Lady with long braids sat with her face set as a flint as if a rod had been placed inside her spine preventing her from moving. As I stared at her waiting for the affirmation that a scene was playing before her I caught her eyes dart at the slightly open legs and knew that was the reason for the ramrod back.

Guy with the jacket had a small smile on his face as he stared unflinchingly at the slightly open legs. He looked up at that point and our eyes met and he eyed me as if to say "do something about it" and I gave a small smile. Now I was sure a major distraction was playing with the concentration of the panellists at my conference.

I began to get uneasy for my new found obsession of the slightly open legs and decided to end it with a note of warning to the lady. My note read, "you may want to shut your legs I think you're feeding the eyes of an unwanted audience". I knew it wasn't the friendliest note to a stranger but since she wouldn't know the origin what did it matter.

As I folded the note to send to her someone walked towards her and whispered something into her ears and she immediately jumped up and walked out. I smiled to myself as I slipped the note into my handbag and as I looked up I again caught the eyes of the guy in the jacket and he heaved a sign of relief and I had to laugh out loud to the chagrin of those beside me.

I had become the distraction.