STOP IT!!!

STOP IT!!!
Don’t buy it, not on credit again. Don’t!!
Enough is enough, you have bought enough and enslaved yourself too much.
Who are you trying to impress? You oppress yourself. Enslaving yourself to your creditor
You avoid your creditors at work, church, social gatherings. You lose your freedom, your sleep and your heartbeat races on full throttle when you see them. 
Why???
Never pick what you cant pay for
Just admire it and walk away and let your mind follow you
That fanciful bag is a match box if bought and worn on credit
That beautiful dress is a piece of rag if you buy and wear on credit
That gorgeous shoe is a mere flip flop if bought and worn on credit
That perfume smells like manure if you buy and wear on credit
The gold, diamonds all bought and worn on credit measure to up to nothing on you my dear.
Live your size per time
The guys are wiser, the stuff we buy on credit to impress them no longer gives them the kick. They see beyond all that now. The virtue you cant buy (on credit) does it for them. Character, respect, humility
PAY AND PICK should be your watchword and not PICK AND PAY LATER
That you cant afford it today doesn’t mean you cant afford it some day (soon)
‘’NO THANK YOU, NOT TODAY, MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME’’ is a virtue you must wear like a badge of honour.
Start today.
Free yourself!!!

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Should they? Should they not?

What should really be the role of religious leaders now as we get set to vote?
Do they have any right to influence our decision?
Is it right for them to force their candidates on us?
Should those at the helm of affairs overtly or covertly tell us who to vote for and based on their religious convictions?
Is it right? 
If a subtle announcement is made in your mosque or church, how will that influence you and will you vote in your pastor /imam's candidate?
As usual.... No insults please...

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Imagine a Nigeria where…..

As part of our efforts to ensure that Nigerians are adequately sensitised, vote wisely and make their votes count, we at Larascopy have begun an issue-based awareness drive. Basically, we are saying that the days of “take a dime and vote for me” are over! Now, we want public office seekers to pay for our votes with intelligent jaw-dropping ideologies that will make our country better. We are tired of politicians riding on the wings of party ideologies to deceive us. The first in our series is this.. What type of Nigeria do you want? Just close your eyes and imagine a Nigeria where.
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BUDDING BEHIND YOU...

I want to appeal to someone
It may be you
Or you
It may be someone else you know
A man
A father
Who has sired a child
And it’s now sour between him and the mother of his child
And both have to part ways
And you shrug and just walk away
Not just from the woman but from your seed
The seed from your loins
The seed you planted
And you waltz off saying “when the child grows up he/she will ask after his/her father”.
And you leave a tender plant
You don’t water
You don’t manure
You don’t prune or weed
You don’t watch it grow
Neither do you shield it
And when the plant grows
And its seed ripe
You want it’s branch to crawl and curl up to you
To where you are, very far away…
Nature abhors that!
A curling plant only curls up to the shrubs around it…and, there is a limit to how far it can stretch….
To stay so far away and expect a plant to curl up to you at maturity is the height of adult delusion.
To abandon a child for whatever reason and assume that he/she will ask after his/her dad when he/she grows up is the height of irresponsibility and that’s for want of better expression.
Before that child matures..

Who nurtures?
Who feeds?
Who pays school fees?
Who pays hospital bills?
Who disciplines?
Who mentors?
Who prays for and prays with?

…Who abandons all of these and expect doses of reward in the future?

Wisen up man!
Wisen up dad!

If the mother shields you
What defence didn’t she put up when you were after her heart?
Didn’t you break down all walls to get her?
Some women can be nasty, I know
But there is always a way around our attempt at being responsible, by all means.
Open an account in the name of the child and give his mum details.
Drop you ‘widower’s’ mite as often as you are blessed to do and let her know, meanwhile, keep records.
Your son will see them one day.
There is always a day of reckoning when books will be open and accounts will balance. ..

Do your bit, man
Do your bit, dad
Be relevant in the life of your child..
For,
You can have an ex girlfriend
An ex fiancée
An ex lover
An ex wife…
…but you can never have an ex-living- child!
Even a dead child is not ex!
Wake up!!!

You are too far away from your seed…
The one you planted sometime ago…
Your seed has germinated and is budding…
…go check it up!

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Réveiller Nigeria!!!!!!

Same day o.
The French police, backed by its government has identified the killers of its citizens.
Their pictures are out. Names and addresses. Every detail about them. Massive manhunt that has made one of the suspects turn himself in: he felt too much heat…!
Now, it’s only a matter of time before justice is served and families of the dead can have a painful closure….
Nigeria, my beloved country….
When will you get there!!!
When will you be able to unravel simple petty everyday crimes?
Will you be able to achieve the feat of unraveling murders and hi-tech crimes? Feats that have come to be the hallmark of saner societies where government is committed to equal right and justice for all?
My country, some people have squandered monies meant for the security of citizens.
The Nigerian police is among the worst paid in the world, officers live in abject poverty squalor.
I am particularly appalled today, by the CCTV camera sham in Nigeria.
Billions of dollars were supposedly invested in what would have been a laudable project, a project that would have moved us an inch closer to, not necessarily a crime – free society, but a society where criminals are a bit careful and where those gadgets could record events and help identify faces of perpetrators of crimes.
Who was behind the CCTV camera sham?
Why hasn’t he or her brought to justice?
Well, even if cameras are not working,
Even if the view – finder of our leaders’ cameras are covered in draperies of lies and deceit,
The cameras of the masses, their hearts and conscience are as sharp as the most modern cameras.
Above all, the camera from on high, the one that cannot be blurred or covered, the one that is far above the reach of corruption and manipulation, is very much active… Very active as matter of fact!

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Somebody help me!!!!!!!!!

Anti Lala please help me out.  My heart is heavy as I write this and I’m at  crossroads.  I am confused and depressed as I write. I just  need someone to talk to. I just discovered that my husband of three years plus Is HIV positive. I didn’t know before I married him.  Since our marriage,  we have been trying to have children but God has not blessed us yet. Last November,  a letter came to the house and I don’t know why I opened it and it was  a letter from one association of AIDS sufferers. I got interested because I thought that maybe he is helping them as a philanthropist. It was there I read that he is a member.  There were details of treatment and so many things like that.  It was then it occurred to me to check the medicine he takes everyday in the fridge which he says is to control blood pressure and sugar Level. Anti,  I took the name and Googled and they say it is an ARV. I wanted to die!   I asked him as soon as he came back from work o. I could not do that thing you preach preach that,  wait till later when he has calmed down. He denied it at first then I produced the letter and he began to beg me that it’s true. I asked how long ago he has been with the disease he said long before he married me. Anti, I wanted to just die. I have been having sex with my husband not knowing he Is suffering from AIDS. I thank God that I have done two tests since November and I am negative.  You don’t know how happy I am with God that this thing did not catch me. Aunty,  since then,  I have stopped sex because I feel betrayed and let down. He said we can be using condom and I can protect myself but how can we have children if we are using barriers Anti?  How??? I am not even concerned about babies for now ma. My heart is bitter against my husband. What If he had infected me ma? What if I had got pregnant and the child caught the disease? I am afraid of exposing him even if I want to leave.  What will I say made me leave? I don’t allow him touch me again and the house is tensed and we hardly talk to each another. This is not how I planned my life. I’m still young ma. I am sad. Is divorce wrong? Am I sinning against God if I leave him? I don’t trust him again. At all.

Please let your friends advise me.

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British Airways scare tactics

British Airways' scary flight and 'THIS IS NOT RIGHT'
I decided to board a British Airways flight to the UK after so many years.
On a good day, I would not have; I hate British arrogance especially if I'm enclosed in an aircraft from here I can't walk away!
Their usual spraying of the cabin with air disinfectant irritates me. I also notice this is only done on flights outside Nigeria. I have never seen them do that on flights from their country.
Earlier at check-in, I had called my booking officer and raved over why he didn't reserve seat for me. He said he forgot or something like that. So I was forced to take up the last but one seat at the back, very close to the toilet. Little did I know God placed me there for a reason.
Okay, so cabin sprayed, we took off!
One hour-plus or so into flight.
I was watching Nelson Mandela's LONG WALK TO FREEDOM.
Then I noticed pandemonium ahead on the row of seats in the middle.
People got up frantically.
Ear pieces falling off.
Some forgetting they were plugged and dragged them along.
Passengers abandoned lunch and moved away covering their nostrils.
I saw an old woman walk to the back towards the toilet.
The cabin crew went to her seat and and bent down as though to clean up something.
Then the bad smell oozed to where I was.
Then the air hostesses and hosts began to spray the cabin with air freshener
Everybody was moving up and down.
I knew all was not well.
After a while,
The woman in the toilet hadn't come out so I became concerned.
I got up,
Went to the crew at the back and asked what the matter was.
"An old woman defecated everywhere from her seat to the toilet" they told me.
So I asked if she was the one in the toilet and if she was alright.
"Yeah she is the one and she will be fine" she told me.
I wasn't convinced.
The old woman had stayed in the toilet for too long.
I waited a bit
Went to the toilet door,
Knocked
Got no answer
Knocked some more
Got no answer
Then I called the air hostess to please check on her.
" ow, She's o'righ' she said and I insisted the old woman must be checked immediately.
She pushed aside the toilet door and mama 's head was on her right shoulder.
From the door where I was standing, I kept a gaze on her left neck to check for the rising and falling of the heart beat.  Thankfully, It was there. A bit irregular though.
There was poo all over the toilet floor
It was all over her cloth
On the wall
And it was a very bad stench.
As a daughter of parents in the medical field, I knew the woman was in trouble and was probably dehydrated.
I stepped into the toilet and asked mama what the matter was.
My stomach churned.
She opened her palms as if to say she had no idea.
I asked if this was her first flight
She nodded a 'no'
Does she have a medical history? Diabetes? Hypertension? Stroke?
Same nod.
So I went to the crew and asked if they had ORS so we could administer
They were reluctant because according to them, they had to infirm the pilot.
Meanwhile, mama was still draining fluids per second per second and her head kept falling as often as I tried to rouse her from the slumber.
I asked the crew to announce if there was a doctor or nurse on board.
They went and returned with a lady doctor.
She asked me what the matter was and I told her what I knew.
I asked her to please check her pulse rate. Luckily it wasn't that bad.
She went back and called another doctor friend and the three of us waited on this old woman.
The cabin crew was busy serving food and drinks and one of them came and said "the woman says she speaks 'oroba' (Yoruba). So I began to ask her questions in Yoruba as the doctors asked me to.
We demanded for ORS and began to prod the woman to sip.
She barley could hold her cup.
A sip
Some sleep
I would call '' mama e am sun o" ( mama don't sleep).....
We managed to keep her awake.
We asked for a sphygmomanometer, they didn't have.
We asked for a lancing device to monitor sugar level, they didn't have.
So we were managing mama blindly.
........
We were on our feet for the duration of the flight until it was one hour to landing
So we decided to clean mama up after stabilizing her
She was able to tell us that she was diabetic but we had no way of checking
We asked for a sleep wear, we got one
We asked for wipes, they didn't have
We asked for pampers, they didn't have.
The dilemma of cleaning mama up became more difficult at this point.
So one of the doctors went berserk and asked how prepared they were for emergencies.
"Please give us wet facial towels".
We got a pack of six dry towels and the doctor was surprised that they were not soaked in hot water.
The air hostess ran her hot water over the towels and the doctor asked for another pack which was reluctantly given to us.
They also said they had almost run out of hand gloves because they had used them up cleaning the seats and floor.
So we used the cabin curtain at the back to conceal the toilet area. I held the curtain while the doctors worked on cleaning mama up.
Her soiled clothes were put in a nylon bag and she was dressed in a black sleep wear.
I went to my bag and took my sanitizing cream and my hand bag perfume. We sanitized our hands and perfumed our bodies. Besides, one of  the doctors was nursing an infant.
I took down the address of mama on the pilots's instruction.
We landed and the medics came in.
"Mama , you are safe now. Oloun a fun yin ni alafiya" (May God give you healing) I told her as I disembarked.
One of the doctors and I eventually became good friends and we dropped her off at her place before I went home. We are still in touch.
............
On my way back last week
At Heathrow Airport,
I had gone to weigh my luggages
Some people were speaking Yoruba behind me and were a bit loud.
I looked back and guess who I saw...
Same 'ol' mama' looking well sporting a pink overall, jeans and sports canvas.
Excitedly I walked up to her and greeted her.
I commented on how good she looked and asked is she remembered me.
She said I looked familiar
So I hugged her tightly because all the while, she never left my mind as I kept wishing I knew how she was faring.
So I told her I was one of those who looked after her in the aircraft when she took ill on our way here.
She screamed and hugged me
Her children, two ladies and a gentleman, who had been looking at us all the while also erupted with joy thanking me and saying they didn't know how to contact us.
Mama and I boarded the same flight back to Abuja.
Our seats were very close and I kept a close watch on her.
Thankfully our journey back was smooth and mama was fine all through.
Not once did she use the bathroom.
When we landed, she asked for my numbers and saved them as "Plane helper"...
...last night I got a surprise call
It was from her..
I was very happy
She was too.
I will return the call and probably go and see her someday.
This is what happened on British Airways.


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You are in our thoughts.

Still in the spirit of the season,
Sparing a thought,
Whispering a word of prayer for strength, hope and life for all our military boys on the front-line, the battle field and in the line of fire.
Those who can’t feel the warmth of family and friends at Christmas nor feel the euphoria that comes with the new year celebrations.
Those who miss home while we are at home.
Those who are awake while we slept.
Those whose bed is grass and sand and may end up in the belly of the earth crust..
To our boys, who, though ill-equipped, bend over backwards to do the job that hardly feeds them let alone, their families.
To our boys, clutching old ammunition to fight a modern and sophisticated war.
This is to you.
We recognise your effort
We thank you for all you did and still do.
We know that it could have been worse but for your little effort.
We recognise the supreme sacrifice you have paid.
This is to you, our boys, our unsung heroes and protectors of the sovereignty of our dear nation.
This is to you, and you, the unknown soldier…
Thank you.
Happy New year.
We wish you hope and above all,
We wish you LIFE!!!!

And, what a way to start the new year.

And, what a way to start the new year. 
My security guard's wife just had a baby boy right in their gate room! All alone. All by herself. 
This girl is 19! Has had four births before this one. She lost two. Two survived. Now, this bundle of joy! 
Congratulations to Bashiru, my ever faithful security guard. 
Some of you may recall years back when I shared his story: how he was attacked by our former security guard who left him for dead. It was him I rushed to the hospital where I met the 'wicked' female doctor who later needed my help for her car!
The year has Started well....