The Death Of The Big Boss And Other Eagles.

The Big Boss Says Goodbye
Kingsley Momoh

Uchenna Okafor, Wilfred Agbonivbare, Rashidi Yekini, Thompson Oliha and now Stephen Keshi. That is the list of the dead members of the 1994 African champions Super Eagles. Last month I was listening to the radio where the children of Rashidi Yekini were being interviewed by Godwin Enakhena on Top Sports on Top Radio and I shook my head. So, with all the interesting adjectives that adorned our newspapers in the 90s about Rashidi Yekini's exploits for the Super Eagles and Victoria Setubal his Portuguese clubside, nothing interesting has been done to capture the memory of the legend into minds of the nation.
Thompson Oliha
Indeed, the services of these footballers does not end after their playing days if there was a football association that is stable and focused. It has always been a football association strongly influenced by the government and or a cabal of evil spirits in form of football administrators. The ousting of the former FIFA President, Sepp Blatter is an evidence of the colossal malfunction in football administration. However, apart from the corrupt tendency as exemplified by Blatter's saga, the Nigerian situation is also garnished with mismanagement which shows up in various ways which are obvious and too numerous to spend time listing right away.

Rashidi Yekini
Wilfred Agbonivbare
With the death of the Big boss whose foray into national and international limelight started with now defunct Bendel Insurance FC of Benin city, the question and answers which were apparently not asked and answered with the deaths of the other ex-Eagles will definitely come up and hopefully everyone involved which includes the press, public, government and sports officials will step up their games to change the statusquo which isn't supposed to be.

Lagos Hustler 2

From the previous part...

The Hustler continues
Although, I am not one of the churchy guys, but I prayed because of the prospect I felt would appear during and after the event. And, there I was, playing the devil? Oh no, I no be devil and I knew I had to prove it by not being late.
“Guy, he be like say you go pedal this thing well well small o!” I shouted to the okada rider who was doing nearly 80 already. Believe me, I wouldn’t have dreamt to see myself on an okada anywhere even in a nightmare! It was a novelty to me but I did not feel it as I continued to plead for increase in speed.
I looked into the speedometer and noticed that the guy was already above 90 which got me smiling with the thought of getting there not too late. And just as we passed by the Adeniji-Adele junction, I heard a loud sound, it was like a gunshot and it was so close to me. Before my brain that was already muddled with the thoughts of getting late to the office could come to terms with the reality of a burst tyre, I was already doing some superman moves in the air. I flew for some seconds before eventually rolling and tumbling on the tarred road.  If you called that “major disaster number two”, then you are in the spirit with me. The bag containing my laptop and papers meant for the guests laid everywhere on the road and tyres screeched to avoid climbing on them but to no avail. And of all the vehicles in the world, I wonder where the trailer came from, it was a trailer that eventually climbed on the bag the laptop was in and you can say it.... “I don enter”.
I shouted in hysteria like a man who just joined the league of the mentally unstable and as I looked around, a song of Alvin and the chipmunks titled “bad day” came to mind and the tears invented itself from my eyes. 
I looked all around and it was then I realized that I was not the only one who was involved in the accident. I looked behind to see the bike rider. His face was okay but I am not sure his body was because he was static on the ground groaning in pain.  Although the crash helmets saved our heads but not the man must have been  hurt in other parts of his body when he lost control of the bike. He had tumbled with the bike and it seems he couldn’t walk. Some of the hang-arounds in their usual style of helping the needy came around and I could hear him telling them to leave him alone and call the police or something. I judged that he was okay and could cater for himself and so, I decided that the best thing to do was to go on with my worries. He shouted at the hang-arounds to leave him alone again and. I wanted to help him but the thought of my job overshadowed that idea
I hurried into the traffic and tried to retrieve what I could of my rucksack of a bag. Immediately I got the bag, I got another bike and headed for the office, there will be no excuse for my boss. He hates excuses. And my situation is not even bad enough to qualify to be an excuse putting in mind that he would not entertain any excuse. I remember he jokingly said the only excuse he would think about would be death, the death of the employee that has an excuse.

NYSC Shouldn't Be Cancelled - Bukola Lawal

Kingsley Momoh

The author of this story is presently a corps member of the national youth service corps.  She is originally from Ondo State but a Lagos bred who had her higher institution in Ogun state and is now doing her mandatory service in Bauchi State Nigeria. She is into many good things. One of which is an NGO  called Dorcas foundation which is exemplarily targeted to save and channel the lives of young people to the right path.
In this era of terrorism, kidnapping and religious intolerance, she has an uncommon notion about the northern part of the country and the national youth service corps. She thinks the northern part of Nigeria deserves better in formal education, something that the Boko Haram extremists are against.  Her desire to see positivity in all she does made her venture to Bauchi for her youth service which ordinarily many who have lived all their lives in the south west would not like to dream of. In a facebook post she expressed her experience which indeed sends a lot of message to others whose phobia for northern Nigeria is at the highest. Her name is Oluwabukolami Oluwatosin Lawal.

NYSC Shouldn't Be Cancelled - Oluwabukolami Lawal
So orientation camp Kangere Bauchi was the first place I met people who didn't understand anything at all in Yoruba. 
One of my roomies argued a lot, I met many abokis who wanted to marry me(lol), also go to hear different dialects, many tribes. 
I saw their way of thinking, understood their ideologies, backgrounds, how they are who they are, how somebody doesn't eat certain foods because in his community, it's just bad to serve such.

I got to love Fura or nunu and fried egg in fried yam and coconut with dates. 

Then my babyish roomie and mummyish me. Lol!
I especially love the language part and I enjoy speaking Hausa I'm not so good at.
And I met students who don't speak English in school, mehn its hard to communicate.

But you see I enjoy all these and in our little way some of us are providing solutions to some of these challenges. I enjoy being in Bauchi because of NYSC. 
It shouldn't be cancelled.

Lagos Hustler

Kingsley Momoh

When the phone rang again, I didn’t bother to dip my hand in my rucksack to know who it was. Of course, I knew it was my boss, the MD; my MD. I had a special ringtone for his calls and I knew I was in for it. It was about his 30th call that morning.

Of all days...of all the days since I was appointed the personal assistant to the famous business mugu... sorry mogul Dr. Joel Okon, it was that day my phone refused to alert me to wake up at 3:45 am. You can never imagine when I woke since I skipped 3:35am; I woke up or decided to wake up at about 6:45am! That, is an evil report if you understand the kind of job I do.

What did I then do? Obviously, taking my bath was out of it. I put on my clothes with similar speed Spiderman or Superman would use when there was an emergency and in less than10 minutes, nope...less than 3 minutes, I was in my kingluini Suit and my shoes that usually gave me stress in putting it on dared not that day, the shoes must have sensed the red light from my tension soaked face and they realized the urgency at hand, hence, they decided to cooperate with me, maybe they read my mind because if they had given me the stress I usually have when putting them on, I would have thrown them away without much ado. The situation demanded all the speed I could get because I was paying for not sleeping but sleeping!

I had slept...or better put, I closed my eyes to rest the night before at about 3am. I was with my boss at his monthly club meeting at the Hilton. The key materials to be used at the conference that our organization was going to host were with me. It is an international event and to get the hosting right, it took us a lot of input which of course does not un-include exchange of money, not just money, hard currencies.

And there I was on a bike on the third mainland bridge at 7:36 or thereabout with the full prospect of partly messing or messing the event up and probably my career along with it. The event was billed to start at 8am prompt meaning no African, Nigerian or any other time! The event must kick off at the scheduled time. That was part of the guidelines we were given at the time we won the hosting right even with the strong oppositions from big companies in the telecommunications and IT sector

And at that point, it seemed I was the devil we prayed about last week at the office, “the devil that may want to disrupt our plans for a successful hosting”. I remember my MD’s pastor who came to the office to lead the special prayer session said we should pray that such devils should die. I mean any devil that may want to disrupt the event.

“The devil could even be you” he had said, although not referring to anybody. He went further to say that anybody who pays laxity attention to his or her duty is being a devil and we should pray that we (the staff) will not be devils as we host this all important event. Indeed, we all knew a successful hosting of the event would place our company on a better pedestal and it could also translate to better pay for all members of staff too.

........Of course, this story continues.

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