Saturday, March 30, 2019

ELECTRICITY SUPPLY AND THE INHERENT FRAUD IN RATIONING.




A few weeks back, the minister of power Barrister Babatunde Raji Fashola (SAN) quipped that some states in Nigeria are already enjoying 24 hours electricity supply.  Though opinion molders have taking him to task saying his assertions were all fallacy. They mused that his appointment does not fit his training. That it is a round peg in a square hole. Wetin concern lawyer with electricity?
My take is that if the minister in charge of electricity says his outfit is supplying 24 hours electricity to some states and the consumers are saying they are not getting that much supply, it then shows there is a mystery somewhere down the line. It is that mysterious ‘disappearance’ of electricity that I want us to look at using Edo State as an example.
It is a known fact that electricity cannot be stored. So as it is generated it is supplied to the consumer for usage. But in Edo State there is a phenomenon introduced by the Benin Electricity Distribution Company, BEDC  of rationing electricity to consumers. For example, they will supply electricity to a community for 3 three hours and turn off for another 3 hours. Some are could be on a 4 four hours rotation. If you happen to be in these neighbourhoods when the lights are suppose to come on at say 9am and to go off by 12noon, you will notice the promptness and the regularity of the switching off and switching on. This goes to show that the electricity is always available to them for onward supply at the promised time. What this is telling us is that BEDC has access to 24 hours electricity supply from the national source, but choose to buy less and supply to the people on rationing. The little they bought from the national is now shared for few hours to the local consumer. Because, as at the time A is turned off another B is receiving supply.
Fashola was right there is 24 hours electricity supply but companies like BEDC has chosen to short change their costumers by undersupplying them due their gross inefficiency.
BEDC should buy enough electricity and truly supply the people with 24 hours electricity, supply them with meters and let the people pay for their fair consumption. The economy will grow and BEDC will be profitable. What BEDC is doing right now is pure economic sabotage.



Friday, March 29, 2019

In Memory of Col. Muammar Qaddafi


Stephen Uwafiokun Obakpee
Before the West murdered Ghadaffi
1. There was no electricity bill in Libya, electricity is free for all its citizens.
2. There was no interest on loans, banks in Libya are state-owned and loans given to all its citizens are at a 0% interest by law.
3. Home was considered a human right in Libya. Gaddafi vowed that his parents would not get a house until everyone in Libya had a
home.
4. All newlyweds in Libya received $60,000 Dinars (US$50,000) from the government to buy their first apartment.
5. Education and medical treatments were free in Libya. Before Gaddafi started ruling Libya, only 25% of Libyans were literates. Before he was murdered, the figure stood at 83%.
6. Libyans took up farming as a career, they received farm land, a farming house, equipment, seeds and livestock to kick- start their farms – all for free.
7. If Libyans could not find the education or medical facilities they needed in Libya, the government funded them to go abroad for it.
8. In Gaddafi's Libya, if a Libyan buys a car, the government subsidized 50% of the price.
9. The price of petrol in Libya was $0. 14 per liter.
10. Libya had no external debt and its reserves amount to $150 billion – now frozen globally.
11. If a Libyan is unable to get employment after graduation, the state would pay the average salary of the profession as if he or she is employed until employment is found.
12. A portion of Libyan oil sale is credited directly to the bank accounts of all Libyan citizens.
13. A mother who gave birth to a child under Gaddafi, received US $5,000 as child benefit upfront.
14. 40 loaves of bread in Libya cost was $ 0.15
15. 25% of Libyans had a university degree.
16. Gaddafi carried out the world’s largest irrigation project, known as the Great Man- Made River Project, to make water readily available throughout the desert country.
Is this the definition of a Dictator?
I wonder what type of Leadership Democracy provides!
In memory of Col. Muammar Gaddafi.

Some people are wired to succeed in queer ways.

Some people are wired to succeed in queer ways.
You remember that traffic gala-selling dude, who on seeing a Nigerian Prisons black Maria filled with hungry prisoners yelling for help, decided to give out all the gala he had for sale free-of-charge so these prisoners could feed.
Well, his kind gesture has earned him bigger things.
He is now into wholesaling.......
He said he did what he did cos those prisoners were really begging and he could feel their plight.
One thing he said that made him empty his gala carton was that when he started squeezing each gala through the little air duct, he was scared that the armed-prison warders were going to harass him, however he was dazed that they let him continue giving out the gala to these court-bound inmates. That made him continue till he was empty......
I think someone recorded his kind gesture, days later, some good samaritan, in fact, 2 at first found their way to his usual traffic-sale point and gave him some cash....
Today, more has come as he now owns this wholesale store.......
It is cool to be good.
Stop enjoying alone........
Share as much as you can....
Loads of people are hungry and need help.
Give without expecting good in return.
God wouldn't let a giver run dry cos God knows when you have, you share.....
Stop the aka-gum lifestyle you live......
Now you know better. By 
Greg Nwoko

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The Ups and Downs of Life.

Garrick Kehinde Osemwengie is feeling positive.
, the bus conductor jumped out and landed by my side. I was about to be robbed!
However, the conductor had other plans...
'Oshodi Oshodi Oshodi o...'
I heaved a sigh of relieve and breathed deeper, then I saw a guy I'd known for long. Years of separation couldn't play on me any trick. He was one of the brightest guy in our class, and had won for us a couple of Inter-School competition.
He was of a modest middleclass family that valued education and when he says a word is 'adjectival proverb' or 'future present past participle', we dared not argue because he was usually right.
Always ahead. He had a way of mentally working out complex mathematical equations without writing. He was a silent threat to the 'booboo' teachers and would sometimes challenge their answers' which later earned him cold hates. Gbenga was that hot and was named one of the most likely to succeed in our class.
'Oshodi…Oshodi…Oshodi oke o…' He continued.
I pushed out my head from the car and 'hala' his nick name.
'Gbengene!'
He was shocked. Only his old allies would know that name, I guessed. He looked intently at me and then screamed. I came out of the car and we hugged fiercely, like old thieves, gallons of his sweat rubbing all over me, but I cared not. I was happy to see my old friend.
‘Viko ómó'lòpè, what’s up? O ti sha-pra-pra gan o...'
He hailed loudly in street parlance. We however couldn't talk as he had to get back to work, and his driver 'oga' was blaring the horn angrily. So I took his phone number and watched him go adoringly.
Gbenga ran back to the moving Danfo bus, jumped in and clung tightly to the door as if his entire life depended on it. He gave me a parting smile and flashed a decolorized teeth supposedly darkened by excessive marijuana smoking and deepseated apathy to dental hygiene.
God, what happened?
I stood, rooted to that spot and sadly watched him disappear into the fast moving Lagos metro.
Then came flurry of emotion.
I cried.
As I drove on, I flashed back to another flip-sided slice of life that made me conclude afterall that life is a scam.
I was on Admiralty Way in Lekki and stopped at AP/Tantalizer Junction to shine my shoe. I was admiring the Aboki doing his work with much passion when a black Range Rover halted suddenly behind me and the screech of the tyres made me dive for safety.
God forbid bad thing!
While on the safer side, I glanced back to see the idiot behind the wheel, then I saw a familiar face. 'No! Haba! It couldn't be him' I argued within me, then wiped my face for a clearer vision. The loser was still there, smiling stupidly. The face rang a louder bell, and of course, I remembered him.
'What in hell could Bala be doing inside this Range Rover?' I queried myself.
It is tragic to be dumb, and a tragedy to be stupid, but it is a curse to be both. Bala was dumb and stupid! His parents were extremely poor! That, conjoined with his non-existent academic performance which affected his confidence and social life, he was simply termed a failure and had severally been assured he wouldn't amount to anything in life. He agreed, and we all agreed with him. So we treated him as nobody, a scumbag.
‘Well, maybe Bala had finally fulfilled his destiny and become a driver as predicted' I concluded, grinning sheepishly.
What a stupid miscalculation!
Balarabe, the dullest guy in my class was the proud owner of the R2. Back then, this guy could not even write a decimal point with a bottle, but now signs cheques with gold pen and cruises posh SUVs about Lagos. We hung out out at The Sailors Lounge and he told me how he reinvented himself. He attended few crash courses, changed his orientation, worked with a shipping company in Apapa Wharf, became hardworking and brutally honest. His boss loved him and mentored him in shipping and importation business until he stated his own company.
Wow!
Balarabe!
A CEO of a Shipping Company!!!
Bala!
A scum of the earth?!
I couldn't sleep that night as I kept musing over Gbenga and Bala.
So I concluded.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor riches to men of understanding, nor favour to men of skill; but time and chance happen to them all.
It is not over until it is over.
Gbe body é

DON'T WRITE YOURSELF OFF.
_The Movie is still on and it could soon start to favour you_
 Reinvent Yourself
 Get started again with much agility and faith!
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