OAU SPELLING BEE
Many young people have heard about and seen the movie “Akeela and the Bee.” Little did they know that such a competition that entails knowing the spelling of words would ever be done in OAU. Reminiscent also of the Lagos State Spelling Bee competition, the OAU spelling was anticipated by the very few people that heard about it. The programme was scheduled to hold the African Amphi Theatre, but at the eleventh hour, the event’s venue was changed to the Anglo-Moz car park. In the usual fashion of most Nigerians, we never begin our event on time. Although scheduled to commence at 7PM, the event never began till 8.15PM.
Some of the Spelling Bee Contestants Atoyebi Josephine, the chief speaker of the winning group
The panel of judges The prizes
The OAU anthem was sung even as a number of freshers kept (maybe because they were yet to get accustomed to our aluta song). Although the sound system initially messed-up, the Spelling Bee competition took proper shape in earnest even as the Students’ Union’s PRO was throwing a tantrum of Wole Soyinka-ish words that were a coalescence of pockets of grammatical errors. There were a total of eighteen candidates in all, but just one person carried the day. The event was an eye-opener for many who had earlier believed they knew the right spelling of some words. Most people then discovered that they could not even spell such ‘simple’ words as advice, envelop, price, strife and anarchism. Mohammed Kolawole stole the show as he emerge the winner of the Spelling Bee, walking to his hostel with a DVD player (I was left wondering if he had a TV to connect the DVD to). Ogunfeyitimi Olamide walked away with a Microwave oven as the first-runner up while Salami, the second-runner up walked away with a fan. Other participants went to their halls with consolation prizes.
After the Spelling Bee competition, a keenly contested debate competition took the center-stage. There were two groups. The topic was “Formal Education: An asset or a liability.” The debaters from the two sides proved their mettle but the group whose chief speaker was Atoyebi Josephine carried the day. Josephine proved her point in such a way that the most unintelligible person could have understood. In fact, one must say that the Josephine and her group belong to a distinguished set of debaters. Of course, they all did not go back to their hostels empty-handed.
The judges were indefatigable and largely impartial in their judgments. All humans are fallible, so the judges at one point or the other may not have been in the good books of some members of the audience. But by and large, they were fair. KUDOS!
Speaking on behalf of those that witnessed the event, I would urge the Students’ Union to continue to organize such an educational programme. To the Students’ Union, I say KUDOS!
Mahatma Honey
… the great soul …
Monday, April 26, 2010
OPINION POLL
OAU Speaks
In every human organization, it is generally believed that challenges are products of human existence. On this note, SOCIOSCOPE’s social correspondent, Niyi Itiola went to various halls of residence to find out some of the myriad of challenges they face as residents of their various halls.
Here are the comments made by the respondents.
SOCIOSCOPE: How are you doing?
NIYI: I am good.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you tell me some of the challenges you have faced since you moved into Angola hostel?
NIYI: There is none except that of e-registration.
SOCIOSCOPE: How far have you gone to arrest this ugly situation?
NIYI: i am optimistic that it will be a thing of the past very soon.
SOCIOSCOPE: Tell me some of the things you’ve been enjoying in this hostel
NIYI: The electricity and the water supply have been quite good. The toilet has also been looking neat.
SOCIOSCOPE: Good evening, hope you are doing good?
FUNMI: Yes, of course.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you please pinpoint some of the challenges you have been facing as a resident of Mozambique hall?
FUNMI: I’d say that there has been erratic water supply, therefore our toilet system is has been in the worst state imaginable.
SOCIOSCOPE: What steps have been taken to arrest this situation?
FUNMI: I think the hall executive have been notified in this regard.
SOCIOSCOPE: Then what do you have to say about your people, I mean the fresh girls?
FUNMI: I will implore them not to ignore their primary and basic assignment in Great Ife.
SOCIOSCOPE: Thank you for giving me your rapt attention.
FUNMI: Thank you, you are welcome.
SOCIOSCOPE: Hi, what your name?
CHRISTY: My name is Christanah.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you tell me some of the challenges you are facing in your hostel, Alumni?
CHRISTY: We have been experiencing erratic electricity supply.
SOCIOSCOPE: What do you think could be done to solve this problem?
NIYI: I want to believe that hall EXCO will do something about it.
SOCIOSCOPE: Thanks for your attention.
CHRISTY: You are welcome.
SOCIOSCOPE: Hi, my name is Niyi. Can I meet you?
SEUN: I am Seun
SOCIOSCOPE: What are the problems you Moremites have been encountering?
SEUN: Sanitation problems.
SOCIOSCOPE: Does that imply that your toilets have not been tidy?
SEUN: Yes, of course.
SOCIOSCOPE: What is your suggestion about putting an end to the sanitary problems?
SEUN: The suggestion lies in a collective approach. Everyone should make sure that the toilets are flushed after use.
SOCIOSCOPE: Do you have any word for Moremites?
SEUN: I want to admonish them that they should make sure that their belongings are locked-up at night so as to avoid pilfering.
SOCIOSCOPE: Can we meet you?
MICHAEL: My name is Michael
SOCIOSCOPE: Are you a resident of Awolowo hall?
MICHAEL: Yes, I am.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you tell me some of the problems you have been experiencing in the Castle of Great?
MICHAEL: The first one is accommodation headache and the second is e-registration.
SOCIOSCOPE: What solution can you suggest in order to arrest those problems?
MICHAEL: I’d suggest that more hostels should be constructed and e-registration should be given prompt attention.
SOCIOSCOPE: Thank you for your attention.
MICHAEL: You are welcome have wonderful night.
In every human organization, it is generally believed that challenges are products of human existence. On this note, SOCIOSCOPE’s social correspondent, Niyi Itiola went to various halls of residence to find out some of the myriad of challenges they face as residents of their various halls.
Here are the comments made by the respondents.
SOCIOSCOPE: How are you doing?
NIYI: I am good.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you tell me some of the challenges you have faced since you moved into Angola hostel?
NIYI: There is none except that of e-registration.
SOCIOSCOPE: How far have you gone to arrest this ugly situation?
NIYI: i am optimistic that it will be a thing of the past very soon.
SOCIOSCOPE: Tell me some of the things you’ve been enjoying in this hostel
NIYI: The electricity and the water supply have been quite good. The toilet has also been looking neat.
SOCIOSCOPE: Good evening, hope you are doing good?
FUNMI: Yes, of course.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you please pinpoint some of the challenges you have been facing as a resident of Mozambique hall?
FUNMI: I’d say that there has been erratic water supply, therefore our toilet system is has been in the worst state imaginable.
SOCIOSCOPE: What steps have been taken to arrest this situation?
FUNMI: I think the hall executive have been notified in this regard.
SOCIOSCOPE: Then what do you have to say about your people, I mean the fresh girls?
FUNMI: I will implore them not to ignore their primary and basic assignment in Great Ife.
SOCIOSCOPE: Thank you for giving me your rapt attention.
FUNMI: Thank you, you are welcome.
SOCIOSCOPE: Hi, what your name?
CHRISTY: My name is Christanah.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you tell me some of the challenges you are facing in your hostel, Alumni?
CHRISTY: We have been experiencing erratic electricity supply.
SOCIOSCOPE: What do you think could be done to solve this problem?
NIYI: I want to believe that hall EXCO will do something about it.
SOCIOSCOPE: Thanks for your attention.
CHRISTY: You are welcome.
SOCIOSCOPE: Hi, my name is Niyi. Can I meet you?
SEUN: I am Seun
SOCIOSCOPE: What are the problems you Moremites have been encountering?
SEUN: Sanitation problems.
SOCIOSCOPE: Does that imply that your toilets have not been tidy?
SEUN: Yes, of course.
SOCIOSCOPE: What is your suggestion about putting an end to the sanitary problems?
SEUN: The suggestion lies in a collective approach. Everyone should make sure that the toilets are flushed after use.
SOCIOSCOPE: Do you have any word for Moremites?
SEUN: I want to admonish them that they should make sure that their belongings are locked-up at night so as to avoid pilfering.
SOCIOSCOPE: Can we meet you?
MICHAEL: My name is Michael
SOCIOSCOPE: Are you a resident of Awolowo hall?
MICHAEL: Yes, I am.
SOCIOSCOPE: Could you tell me some of the problems you have been experiencing in the Castle of Great?
MICHAEL: The first one is accommodation headache and the second is e-registration.
SOCIOSCOPE: What solution can you suggest in order to arrest those problems?
MICHAEL: I’d suggest that more hostels should be constructed and e-registration should be given prompt attention.
SOCIOSCOPE: Thank you for your attention.
MICHAEL: You are welcome have wonderful night.
OAU MOURNS DA-GRIN
OAU MOURNS DA-GRIN
The Students’ Union on Saturday, 24th of April organized a candle light procession in honour of the deceased rapper, especially as a show of support for his family.
The procession, led by the Director of Socials, Kayode “Kay” Obafemi, started from Anglo-Moz and ended at the SUB. Students turned out en-masse to pay their last respect, not hiding their affections for the famous Da-Grin as there were wails and tears.
The programme ended with a “Tribute to Da-Grin” show at the Nokia-OVI site near the SUB where performances imitating Da-Grin were staged, one of the most notable being the performance of “Kay” with which he thrilled the crowd. After the show the Director of social announced that there will be a show in honour of Da-Grin this Wednesday, 28th April 2010 at the Afrika Amphi Theatre. The entrance fee will be N50.
Thiin-Jay
The Students’ Union on Saturday, 24th of April organized a candle light procession in honour of the deceased rapper, especially as a show of support for his family.
The procession, led by the Director of Socials, Kayode “Kay” Obafemi, started from Anglo-Moz and ended at the SUB. Students turned out en-masse to pay their last respect, not hiding their affections for the famous Da-Grin as there were wails and tears.
The programme ended with a “Tribute to Da-Grin” show at the Nokia-OVI site near the SUB where performances imitating Da-Grin were staged, one of the most notable being the performance of “Kay” with which he thrilled the crowd. After the show the Director of social announced that there will be a show in honour of Da-Grin this Wednesday, 28th April 2010 at the Afrika Amphi Theatre. The entrance fee will be N50.
Thiin-Jay
I DRESS TO KILL
If I say fashion is madness, will you agree? Either you agree or not, I dare say that fashion has a quantum of madness in it. Always remember that each person is entitled to his or her opinion. Look at our world of today, those who are usually celebrated as fashion icons are usually those who, at one time or the other, have successfully celebrated nudity. So, it is not too shocking for me when I beheld with my “holy eyes” the actress, Mercy Johnson mercilessly clad.
An event was being co-hosted by Mercy Johnson and Frank Edoho, the host of the Nigerian version of the money-spinning game show on television, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. As Frank was introducing his co-host, my mind never roamed to the thought of seeing any un-iconic icon appear on the podium. As I beheld Mercy Johnson walking up to the podium, my mouth was left agape. She wore a pink gown with a front split that almost got to her waist. The upper part of the gown revealed not just her cleavage but also those two water lemons that she probably would refer to as her mammary glands (apologies to well-dressed ladies). This portraiture even though tempting for most ‘fleshly’ men may be said to have been gorier than the Jos massacre. (I wish I could have taken a sample of the thought pattern of the men who also saw Johnson). Ladies that dress to kill as epitomized by Mercy Johnson, intentionally or unintentionally, help to increase the ‘creativity’ of certain (or most) men. At such times, men begin to think about (longing to discover) what the other parts of the body the lady has not unveiled to them would look like.
However, it is imperative for one to ask if nude ladies (un)dress to ‘kill’ intentionally. The answer is in two folds. Yes and No, depending on the side the perpetuator belongs. Those who intentionally dress to kill the opposite sex are those who are always ready to animalize themselves. They are willing to become preys to every lascivious hunter. They usually favor flings. Such ladies might also be of low self-esteem. So, to attract attention, such people would not mind going nude just to be recognized. A lady may also appear nude in public so as to attract men that she could “maga-rize.” Of course, it is believed that ladies like ‘bad’ guys, therefore they may also be out to get people who are as bad as they are or worse than they are. The irony, however, is that it is usually the ugly girls that often expose ‘sacred’ body parts.
The only reason why a girl can intentionally go to the public nude or semi-nude is IF SHE IS BLIND. Even though standards may vary, if she indeed has eyes, she must have seen that what she is wearing is indecent. The point at which anybody is not able to mark out the difference between decency and indecency is the point in time when such a person should visit Yaba Left or ARO, Abeokuta.
The set of bad dressers whose dressing rends the heart most is the group of grand mamas. Women who should be standards of proper dressing to younger ones have now become the very evangelists of nudity. It is even worsened by the fact such women do not usually have anything to display. If you are a grand mama that glories in nudity (or if you know any), do well to repent or else posterity will only remember you as a rag-dresser.
All of you beautiful ladies out there, you don’t have to expose your ‘holy of holies’ to ‘innocent’ men. Do not fuel their imagination. You don’t have to dress like the oyinbo divas you see in musical video. Don’t you know that the best person you ever be is YOU. Always remember that everyone is beautiful in her own right. If your self-esteem needs bolstering, you could read a book on how to increase you self-esteem or consult a psychologist. Let’s put an end to the scourge of deadly fashion. Divert the energy, money and time you spend on nudity to profitable ventures.
Mahatma Honey
… the great soul …
An event was being co-hosted by Mercy Johnson and Frank Edoho, the host of the Nigerian version of the money-spinning game show on television, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. As Frank was introducing his co-host, my mind never roamed to the thought of seeing any un-iconic icon appear on the podium. As I beheld Mercy Johnson walking up to the podium, my mouth was left agape. She wore a pink gown with a front split that almost got to her waist. The upper part of the gown revealed not just her cleavage but also those two water lemons that she probably would refer to as her mammary glands (apologies to well-dressed ladies). This portraiture even though tempting for most ‘fleshly’ men may be said to have been gorier than the Jos massacre. (I wish I could have taken a sample of the thought pattern of the men who also saw Johnson). Ladies that dress to kill as epitomized by Mercy Johnson, intentionally or unintentionally, help to increase the ‘creativity’ of certain (or most) men. At such times, men begin to think about (longing to discover) what the other parts of the body the lady has not unveiled to them would look like.
However, it is imperative for one to ask if nude ladies (un)dress to ‘kill’ intentionally. The answer is in two folds. Yes and No, depending on the side the perpetuator belongs. Those who intentionally dress to kill the opposite sex are those who are always ready to animalize themselves. They are willing to become preys to every lascivious hunter. They usually favor flings. Such ladies might also be of low self-esteem. So, to attract attention, such people would not mind going nude just to be recognized. A lady may also appear nude in public so as to attract men that she could “maga-rize.” Of course, it is believed that ladies like ‘bad’ guys, therefore they may also be out to get people who are as bad as they are or worse than they are. The irony, however, is that it is usually the ugly girls that often expose ‘sacred’ body parts.
The only reason why a girl can intentionally go to the public nude or semi-nude is IF SHE IS BLIND. Even though standards may vary, if she indeed has eyes, she must have seen that what she is wearing is indecent. The point at which anybody is not able to mark out the difference between decency and indecency is the point in time when such a person should visit Yaba Left or ARO, Abeokuta.
The set of bad dressers whose dressing rends the heart most is the group of grand mamas. Women who should be standards of proper dressing to younger ones have now become the very evangelists of nudity. It is even worsened by the fact such women do not usually have anything to display. If you are a grand mama that glories in nudity (or if you know any), do well to repent or else posterity will only remember you as a rag-dresser.
All of you beautiful ladies out there, you don’t have to expose your ‘holy of holies’ to ‘innocent’ men. Do not fuel their imagination. You don’t have to dress like the oyinbo divas you see in musical video. Don’t you know that the best person you ever be is YOU. Always remember that everyone is beautiful in her own right. If your self-esteem needs bolstering, you could read a book on how to increase you self-esteem or consult a psychologist. Let’s put an end to the scourge of deadly fashion. Divert the energy, money and time you spend on nudity to profitable ventures.
Mahatma Honey
… the great soul …
Barrack O’Grin is dead
It was announced that on Friday, 23rd April that the Nigerian indigenous rapper, Dapo Olaitan Olaonipekun, aka Da Grin, is dead!
News of his death broke earlier today (Thursday April 22nd) on social networks, Twitter and Facebook. There is a full confirmation directly from the bereaved rapper’s family. Da Grin was officially pronounced dead by the doctors sometime between 8:30 and 8:45pm local time at the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital (LUTH).
He had a very bright prospect in the Nigerian music industry. However, it is sad that he is now late. May his soul rest in perfect peace. The memories of Da Grin will remain for a long time in the hearts of his true lovers, in the radio, iPods and every other device that can play songs.
News of his death broke earlier today (Thursday April 22nd) on social networks, Twitter and Facebook. There is a full confirmation directly from the bereaved rapper’s family. Da Grin was officially pronounced dead by the doctors sometime between 8:30 and 8:45pm local time at the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital (LUTH).
He had a very bright prospect in the Nigerian music industry. However, it is sad that he is now late. May his soul rest in perfect peace. The memories of Da Grin will remain for a long time in the hearts of his true lovers, in the radio, iPods and every other device that can play songs.
ADVENTURES OF THE MORTAL MIND… (1)
ADVENTURES OF THE MORTAL MIND… (1)
Written by TOSIN OSEMEOBO
… I heard behind me the echoes of an ageless voice leading me through the ancient path, silent, cool, narrow and filed with evergreen shrubs. It was indeed tempting and lonely to walk alone, but I journeyed through with sequential and rhythmic steps. Then, I meet an old man seated on a log of wood suspended with strings too small for the ordinary eyes to see. He was clothed in pure white robe. He had long and woolly white hairs and very long beards just like that of the Chinese kunfu masters. He smiled broadly. His gaze was like floods of light which swept me off my feet and then he spoke in a dialect, similar to that of my birthplace with all its diverse tongues, revealing things history did not show me. His voice was sweet but thunder-like. Then he said, “Welcome to the adventure of the mortal mind. As you journey down the historic and futuristic lane, you shall meet with two personalities; one will ask for every thing, give him nothing. The second one will ask for nothing, give him every thing… the journey has begun.” Then, as I opened my hands, behold, I was carrying something.
So I journeyed through the streams of thought. I met yet another man, an old man whose movement was supported by a walking stick. When he saw me, he spoke with the voice of a foolish old man; although his voice cracked, I could still hear him. He said, “My son, I have been climbing this sandy hill for many years now, and no one could help me. I am by name everything and I am the expression of my name, please help me. I need nothing. I was surprised at what he said, and so I replied, “Old man, if you claim you are everything and you ask for nothing, I won’t give you anything. Please go your way.” So, the old man continued his struggle and I went my way…
It was a long walk, so I decided to repose under the yew to regain my lost strength. Suddenly, I saw this young-looking man filled with overflowing energy and enthusiasm. He looked healthy. But he seemed self-indulgent and proud. So he came to me boasting, “My name is nothing and I am an expression of my name, I need everything you have.”
I laughed, smiled and said, “Young man you seem stupid, you are nothing and have nothing and you need everything I have. You are lazy and you waste your strength begging me to give you what I have when you can work with your hands. I’m sorry I won’t give you anything, Please go your way.”
So the young man frolicked happily and playfully away down the wind. Then I looked upward only to see the old man. He smiled and said, “My son, you have made terrible decisions. You were given the opportunity to see your past, and correct your future. The first person you saw was the symbol of your past; he needed nothing because there is nothing you can do about it. But the second person you saw was your future; he needed everything because you can do everything to help him. You had something in your hand and that was skill, time, and opportunity.”
“You had the skill and time to prepare him, train him, teach him, and give him the opportunity to stand on the spot light, wave to ovations, walk to stardom, become a star and be celebrated. Because your future is based on the choices you make today, your future is only as bright as you prepare for it. Time and opportunity wait for no human. The safest way to predict your future is to create it, because the future you do not actively create will come to you as a surprise. All you need to do is invest in your time, develop your mind, equip yourself and get set for the next opportunity. Just like the man, you still have the chance and time to change your future for good. Simply open your hand and see what you’ve got. Look inside your mind, for there lies the true power of creativity and excellence. The spotlight is on you…”
Brace up for more revelations yet to unfold… part 2, coming shortly
TRENOON
Your pen link…
Written by TOSIN OSEMEOBO
… I heard behind me the echoes of an ageless voice leading me through the ancient path, silent, cool, narrow and filed with evergreen shrubs. It was indeed tempting and lonely to walk alone, but I journeyed through with sequential and rhythmic steps. Then, I meet an old man seated on a log of wood suspended with strings too small for the ordinary eyes to see. He was clothed in pure white robe. He had long and woolly white hairs and very long beards just like that of the Chinese kunfu masters. He smiled broadly. His gaze was like floods of light which swept me off my feet and then he spoke in a dialect, similar to that of my birthplace with all its diverse tongues, revealing things history did not show me. His voice was sweet but thunder-like. Then he said, “Welcome to the adventure of the mortal mind. As you journey down the historic and futuristic lane, you shall meet with two personalities; one will ask for every thing, give him nothing. The second one will ask for nothing, give him every thing… the journey has begun.” Then, as I opened my hands, behold, I was carrying something.
So I journeyed through the streams of thought. I met yet another man, an old man whose movement was supported by a walking stick. When he saw me, he spoke with the voice of a foolish old man; although his voice cracked, I could still hear him. He said, “My son, I have been climbing this sandy hill for many years now, and no one could help me. I am by name everything and I am the expression of my name, please help me. I need nothing. I was surprised at what he said, and so I replied, “Old man, if you claim you are everything and you ask for nothing, I won’t give you anything. Please go your way.” So, the old man continued his struggle and I went my way…
It was a long walk, so I decided to repose under the yew to regain my lost strength. Suddenly, I saw this young-looking man filled with overflowing energy and enthusiasm. He looked healthy. But he seemed self-indulgent and proud. So he came to me boasting, “My name is nothing and I am an expression of my name, I need everything you have.”
I laughed, smiled and said, “Young man you seem stupid, you are nothing and have nothing and you need everything I have. You are lazy and you waste your strength begging me to give you what I have when you can work with your hands. I’m sorry I won’t give you anything, Please go your way.”
So the young man frolicked happily and playfully away down the wind. Then I looked upward only to see the old man. He smiled and said, “My son, you have made terrible decisions. You were given the opportunity to see your past, and correct your future. The first person you saw was the symbol of your past; he needed nothing because there is nothing you can do about it. But the second person you saw was your future; he needed everything because you can do everything to help him. You had something in your hand and that was skill, time, and opportunity.”
“You had the skill and time to prepare him, train him, teach him, and give him the opportunity to stand on the spot light, wave to ovations, walk to stardom, become a star and be celebrated. Because your future is based on the choices you make today, your future is only as bright as you prepare for it. Time and opportunity wait for no human. The safest way to predict your future is to create it, because the future you do not actively create will come to you as a surprise. All you need to do is invest in your time, develop your mind, equip yourself and get set for the next opportunity. Just like the man, you still have the chance and time to change your future for good. Simply open your hand and see what you’ve got. Look inside your mind, for there lies the true power of creativity and excellence. The spotlight is on you…”
Brace up for more revelations yet to unfold… part 2, coming shortly
TRENOON
Your pen link…
EDITORIAL
At the end of any television programme that is a Wale Adenuga’s Production, it is always displayed boldly on the screen that: “We are nothing but pencil in the hands of the creator.” No wonder the greatest English writer of all times, William Shakespeare said “Like flies to the wanton boys, so are we to the gods, they use us for their toys.” These two quotes basically tell one that human beings are chiefly not free-agents. We are like toys in the hand of the Most High (even though some people claim to be the only captain coasting the ship of their own life).
This week’s editorial is not meant to be a sermon. It has been given wings to fly by some events which surpass the intellect of human beings that have been happening in a number of weeks. We all would agree that this life is transient. Thus, we are all traders in the market of life. No matter how splendid the market is, home will always be home. It took every lover of Dagrin by surprise when the news broke on the social networking sites—twitter and facebook that the artiste was dead. Dagrin is the Nigerian rapper that makes fine lines by creatively using the Yoruba language.
News had earlier-on broke that the artiste was involved in a ghastly motor accident. He was said to have drove his car into an immobile truck. Reports also had it that he was discharged from the hospital. But to the surprise of all, on the night of Friday, 23rd April, 2010, it was confirmed that Dagrin had bade the world a goodbye. This was confirmed by his family.
When he had just begun to climb the ladder of musical success, death came and snatched him. He had only bagged a very few number of awards. What a bright future beamed for Dagrin! But he never got there. It is even very sad that we have to refer to him in past tense. It is amazing how promising musicians get snatched by the cold hands of death. Most of us still clearly remember that this same timid death was the one that untimely snatched Michael Jackson from the world. Death, where is thy sting?
It is reported from some quarters that Barrack O’Grin (one of his many aliases) was under the influence of alcohol when the accident happened. As expected, many speculations would arise whenever a popular person dies because when paupers die, comets are not heard but the heavens announce the death of princes. Some have laid the blame for his death on Dagrin, himself because he sang in one of his songs what will happen if he dies. Some other have pinned it down to the handiwork of some witch somewhere.
No matter what the reason people might postulate as par the death of Dagrin, the point remains that he is dead. Some religionist might like to inquire if he is now in heaven or in hell. Anyways, it is not in the place of any human being to judge another. The point to be learnt is that death can come like a thief in the night. Therefore, live today as if it will be your last. LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST. BE THE BEST THE BEST COULD EVER BE. Above all, always remember that we are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator.
Mahatma
Editor-in-chief
This week’s editorial is not meant to be a sermon. It has been given wings to fly by some events which surpass the intellect of human beings that have been happening in a number of weeks. We all would agree that this life is transient. Thus, we are all traders in the market of life. No matter how splendid the market is, home will always be home. It took every lover of Dagrin by surprise when the news broke on the social networking sites—twitter and facebook that the artiste was dead. Dagrin is the Nigerian rapper that makes fine lines by creatively using the Yoruba language.
News had earlier-on broke that the artiste was involved in a ghastly motor accident. He was said to have drove his car into an immobile truck. Reports also had it that he was discharged from the hospital. But to the surprise of all, on the night of Friday, 23rd April, 2010, it was confirmed that Dagrin had bade the world a goodbye. This was confirmed by his family.
When he had just begun to climb the ladder of musical success, death came and snatched him. He had only bagged a very few number of awards. What a bright future beamed for Dagrin! But he never got there. It is even very sad that we have to refer to him in past tense. It is amazing how promising musicians get snatched by the cold hands of death. Most of us still clearly remember that this same timid death was the one that untimely snatched Michael Jackson from the world. Death, where is thy sting?
It is reported from some quarters that Barrack O’Grin (one of his many aliases) was under the influence of alcohol when the accident happened. As expected, many speculations would arise whenever a popular person dies because when paupers die, comets are not heard but the heavens announce the death of princes. Some have laid the blame for his death on Dagrin, himself because he sang in one of his songs what will happen if he dies. Some other have pinned it down to the handiwork of some witch somewhere.
No matter what the reason people might postulate as par the death of Dagrin, the point remains that he is dead. Some religionist might like to inquire if he is now in heaven or in hell. Anyways, it is not in the place of any human being to judge another. The point to be learnt is that death can come like a thief in the night. Therefore, live today as if it will be your last. LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST. BE THE BEST THE BEST COULD EVER BE. Above all, always remember that we are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator.
Mahatma
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