I Agree That Only Fools and Idiots Will Vote for PDP

Adeola Aderounmu

For the past 12 years, this party called PDP has ruined Nigeria.

Lately, Jonathan has emptied the national treasury and external reserves by making himself comfortable on a number of presidential jets and funding the most wasteful presidential campaign in the history of Nigeria.

Let us not forget that it is these same prodigal children who spent 20 billion naira in one day celebrating 50 years of monumental failures.

Jonathan, Sambo and their wives have just concluded the most wasteful campaign in the history of African dirty politics.

They spent as they like because they didn’t have to work for the money and they lack human compassion and sensitivity to the plights of the common people. More than 90m Nigerians are living hopelessly, almost not having anything from hand to mouth.

The money spent by this gang so far this season could have been used to provide jobs for more than more than 1 million Nigerians who remain jobless, hopeless and shamefully pauperized. There is no way to put value and effects on the amount of monies that have been stolen, looted and wasted since 1999.

Some Nigerians have been deceived into this company of looters. It saddens me to see Nigerian women across Nigeria rallying around Mrs. Jonathan for temporary moments of ecstasy. It is the same for Mr. Jonathan. These people use Nigeria’s money to deceive gullible and thoughtless Nigerians into believing in falsehood. Millions of Nigerians have short memories and myopic opinions about politics. And they have no one to tell them about their shame. They lack both sense of history and direction.

Those who rally round PDP are obviously beneficiaries of the senseless government and senseless looting that have been in progress since 1999 and before.

This does not mean that I have an endorsement for any political party in Nigeria either.

I hate Nigerian politics and Nigerian politicians. I think 99.9% of the politicians should be rotting in jail across Nigeria-starting from the presidency to the local government levels. The PDP is just the worse because for 12-13 years all they have done after rigging their way into power since 1999 is talk and promise. Nigerians still rank among the poorest people on earth. The other parties have not even told us how they can bring about reforms in Nigeria both in the electoral process and how we govern ourselves.

I can’t quantify my dislike for the thieves in the house of assembly and House of Representatives. How many times do we have to remind those robbers that taking 25% of Nigeria’s money amount to massive looting of the highest order?

In a country of 150m people those crooks do not even deserve 1% of the country’s wealth. It’s simple mathematics! If they have something in their cerebral hemispheres they would realize that they are stupid!

I am shocked that Nigerians have not stormed that useless assembly to chase these thieves away to their villages or direct to exile. I am shocked that several weeks and months after the revelation, they have not refunded the money that they have stolen since 1999 or 2003 or 2007.

And it is so because there is a Nigerian mentality that everyone in politics must steal or eat something. What a tragedy!

This country may never make it.

Only fools and idiots will vote for PDP. I have no confidence in these April Elections. I am too convinced that the death tolls from Ibadan and Akwa Ibom are child’s play based on my previous predictions that people will die like chickens. I will not forget that I have stated that Nigerians don’t need these elections. We have no structures and there are no institutions to back up the process leading to the nonsense elections.

It doesn’t take witchcraft to know that Nigeria remains volatile because of the system of governance. More people will die leading to the election and the violence that may accompany the actual elections may be unprecedented in Nigeria’s history. The foundations are very shaky. We continue to use cosmetic approaches to push the bubble forward. One day it will burst, in an uncontrollable manner.

Already the useless IG has said that Nigerians are not allowed to attend polls with mobile and communication devices.

This means that Jonathan does not want the rigging process to be documentd. He does not want the violence to be spread with mobile devices around the world. Go figure my friends; this government is the worst dictatorship in Nigeria’s history.

Vital information and truth about the reality of life and situation in Nigeria are not even known to millions of Nigerians largely because they are living in constant darkness and partly because media houses are very unreliable. Now Jonathan is preventing the use of media devices. Rather than show Nigeria the truth, the ever-stupid NTA has decided that all its news content will be dedicated to Jonathan. NTA remains without doubts the most useless channel not only in Africa but globally.

Let me continue to express my unlimited and unhindered freedom of expressions that I hate all those PDP supporters that have lost their senses of reasoning because of the financial reward that the PDP is doling out for the disgusting things that they have been saying.

I want to state also that I hate all the idiots that have travelled from Europe and America to make 30 seconds appearances on Jonathan Television Authority (JTA) showing their disgusting and shameful support for a political party that has spread hopelessness, poverty and penury in the last 12 years or so.

Nigerians in diaspora who have travelled to Nigeria to support poverty, penury, looting and senselessness in government are morons who should be avoided. And they should be ashamed of their 30s of glory on JTA.

My source of anger is simple. This country is rich. The people are scandalously poor. I continue to remind those who think otherwise that if more than 90m people are hopeless it is the greatest tragedy of modern era. Those in power are senseless and insensitive. Majority of the people are opportunists and it pains me to be a part of this race and generation that cannot do things right in the most populous black nation. I am angry because my heart is bleeding every single day of my life. My anger is because the situation in Nigeria is an insult to the intelligence of the black race.

Since I cannot stop my fellow follow-follow Nigerians from voting, what I have left to say is that whatever happens, they must ensure that PDP, and all these looters on rampage regardless of their affiliation, are ejected out of the system without delay. One of my friends has stated that the umblela of shame will be removed soon.

If it happens or not, the cost will still be high. Go figure what cost!

The Collective Mumuism of West African/ ECOWAS Rulers

Adeola Aderounmu

ECOWAS rulers concluded their meeting in Abuja and through Mr. Goodluck Jonathan they ordered Laurent Gbagbo of Ivory Coast to concede power to Quattara.

My problem with this proclamation is that it was made by a man who was never elected to rule or lead his own country.
Ninety-nine percent of the time when I listen to African rulers, they leave me in shock. I’m like, are these guys sick or crazy or just totally foolish?

In 2007, Dictator General Obasanjo and Liar Maurice Iwu rigged Nigeria’s election while a convicted criminal named James Ibori provided the millions of dollars that was used to bribe the Nigerian judges to tilt the electoral dispute in favour of Late Yar’Adua.

It is this illegal mandate that Mr. Jonathan inherited.

My questions are:

How stupid are West African rulers?

Is Nigeria so strong and powerful that illegality in Nigeria can be overlooked by other West African/ African countries?
Are the other West African rulers also illegal rulers? Ghana nko?

If not, why do they think Jonathan who inherited a stolen mandate is the right person to lead ECOWAS now and in the years ahead?

How does it feel for Jonathan, knowing fully well that he became a ruler through the back door, to announce that Gbagbo should take his exit in Ivory Coast?

West African rulers and indeed African rulers must stop playing the clowns of the world. They should look at one another in the eyes and see how they spread shame and stupidity across the continent and around the world.

Elections are ahead in Nigeria, in April 2011. Mr. Jonathan will get a chance to ascend to the number position in Nigeria through elections.

Some of us will be watching again to see how the events play out. Since 1999 Nigeria has been ruled by civilians who rigged elections and perpetrated violence to intimidate the opposition.

Today as I write people have been killed and lives and property have been destroyed in Oyo State and Akwa Ibom in Nigeria. In a number of places in Nigeria there are volatile situations that could easily trigger violence and massive destructions.

The situation is not different in many places in West Africa. These abnormalities and the selfish attitudes of political figures in this sub region are parts of the reasons for the stalemate in Ivory Coast. The matter is made worse by the interference of the so called useless International community.

Without dragging into unnecessary issues, I think ECOWAS members who met in Abuja should be ashamed of their collective mumuism and shallow mindedness.

It will be hard to know why an illegal occupier like Jonathan is being asked to serve a quit notice to a contender like Gbagbo.

I need help to get over the shock of the low mentalities of these regional robots.

What is the meaning of all these useless titles?

Adeola Aderounmu

If an uneducated man or woman decides to add Dr. or Prof. as a prefix to his or her name, then there is something wrong.
In Nigeria several institutions of higher education are fond of awarding reckless and useless titles to politicians. The reason is because the politicians pay hugely for these nonsense awards. So it is either the higher institutions are selling them or the politicians and fraudulently rich people are buying them.

Titles are somewhat meaningless.

What is relevant is the role that a person performs in his or her environment (environment with a broad meaning).

When people who have not business with a particular title begin carry the title, then they make a mess of the real intention of such titles.

The most annoying of these titles in Nigeria today is the one that Mrs. Jonathan is carrying around. First it was Dame.

Many people have questioned this colonial mentality but she hasn’t seen any reason to remove the slave-tag on her name.

It is crazy when the public relation outfit of the Jonathans wants people off the back of the first family that inherit the illegality of Late Yar Adua. Let them put that house in order because they cannot continue to represent Nigeria in bad light and expect us to keep quiet. What is Dame?

As long as that slave-tag remains, this criticism will continue. The only option is for Patience to leave the spotlight and retire to her village.

It will shock Nigerians that she also has the title of Dr. which is not also been gradually slotted beside the Dame.

The trend on a national scale is worrying. There are several thousands of people in public services who carry different academic tags that have totally rubbished the essence of the academic pursuits in our dying Ivory Towers.

Those who want to uplift Nigeria and those who want to help Nigeria to rise again must not in any way accept or perpetrate fraud of whatever sort.

Wrong title tags to names are examples of fraud no matter how they are obtained. We must promote sincerity and honesty in public domains and no individual or group of individual should go around fooling people. It worsens the bad image that Nigeria already has. Let’s clear all forms and all types of fraud. Let’s start from the top and work it done.

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The People Who Shaped My Life

Adeola Aderounmu

The People Who Made Me

I attended Festac Grammar School from 1984 to 1989. These are the names of some of my teachers in secondary school. I intend to write another story about my primary school teachers. All these teachers and my parents made me who I am today. Thank you so much.

Mr. Famuyisan was my class teacher in class one and my father met him many times. I’m sad that I don’t remember much about him but I knew he was helpful to form my first year in high school.
Mr. Ezennadi taught me geography. It was through Mr. Ezennadi that I learnt about the Land of the Midnight Sun. I live there today.

Mr. Ezennadi promoted the use of the school badge and I thought he was a wicked man. But now I realized it was about our common identity. He wanted me to be proud of my school and to understand that it will come to shape and define my future.

I remember Mr. Olatunji my physics teacher. This man was a walking textbook. A civil engineer by qualification and a teacher by profession Mr. Olatunji inspired me in the field of science. He told me that ordinarily as an engineer he should be sitting at the top floor of a high-rise somewhere. But he was happy with the way he carried on with his job. I think he later left for the Ministry of Works. Thank you for the years you gave me.

Mrs. Kalejaiye went the extra mile to explain integrated science. She told me never to go about with my mouth open. She said I should instead open my eyes and observe things. Her words were enough for me.

Mrs. Faleti taught me Biology but she skipped many lessons. That was not a good attitude from a teacher but biology was my favourite subjects when I left class 5. Somehow her slackness became the source of my strength because I had to form my notes and study extra hard to pass my tests and exams. Thank you Mrs. Faleti! Your master’s degree in those days was not common and it was part of my inspiration.

I also remembered that it was you Mrs. Faleti that backed my nomination for the position of the laboratory prefect because you knew I’d been excellent as one of the longest serving class captains at that time. You also backed my nomination and selection as the school’s best behaved student in 1987. You knew me, and you shocked my father who thought I was a bit stubborn at home.

Mrs. Bashorun, you spoke softly. You are beautiful and elegant. You were also brilliant. In simple ways, you taught me chemistry with near perfection.

Mrs. Ayodele you made an early impact as my fine art teacher but there was another fine art teacher who taught me more practical things that I was able to put up an advert sign on my mother’s kiosk. I’m sad not to remember the name of my second art teacher.

Mr. Akomas also taught fine art but at that time I’d dropped the subjects for core sciences. Mr. Akomas, I saw you from a distance but I learnt from you all the same. You didn’t tolerate laziness and you were strict in a good way. I saw that!

Mrs. Olayomi, thank you for teaching me business studies and commerce. The best thing I remembered about you was the positive feedback you gave me in 1987 when you combined class 3E and 3F. You made me feel like a star when you said: the thing you like about me was that I was always clear when I answered your questions or give my opinion during class contributions.

To this day, people listen when I talk in meetings and gatherings and this is because you made me realized the importance of being clear and straightforward. You don’t know this but I think about that positive feedback anytime I’m heading for any meeting or interview. I have to be clear, I always tell myself. Thank you Mrs. Olayomi!

Mrs. Enwerem taught me Accounts in class 3. She made it one of my best subjects. I could write a cash book and double column books of account and other stuffs like that. And I could balance the account for all the sales trading companies. I love accounts back then.

Too bad I don’t remember the name of my economics teacher but I can still hear the echoes of demand and supply, advantages and disadvantages of international trade and money as a legal tender. In fact trade by barter made sense. My economics teacher was a woman who was fond of saying: come what, what may and ceteris paribus.

Mr. Osuoyah was my history teacher. He told me the story of Wolof-Jolof. He also told me the stories of many empires of the Old Days. I always think about the story of the bastard and legitimate states and the story of the cripple who fought and won battles.

Mr. Osuoyah frightened me with the story of people who were eating lizards and seeking permission to eat humans. I have not been able to verify if he was speaking of Lebanon or another country at war.

Mr. Osuoyah was on the list of the “wicked” teacher. He was a disciplinarian I would say and I did all I could to escape his numerous judgments and punishments. It means I don’t go late to school, I don’t come late to lessons, I don’t fly the school fence, I come to lessons prepared and I am neat and well dressed.

Mr. Nwaowoma was my vice principal. Baba goes round the school to see that everything was in order. You can tell that he was trained to be both a teacher and administrator. He was smart and articulate. In you Mr. Nwaowoma I saw true dedication and the zeal to help others succeed. You were never tired and you never gave up that all students could be taught the right things.

Mrs. Jekami taught Home Economics. I did Agricultural science but still our paths crossed. I was frequent to the teachers’ staff rooms to say: we have you now to the other teachers. You knew me and always call out Aderounmu. From you and the teachers who never taught me directly I learnt to pay attention to the things around me. It’s a rare quality for a true leader. I learnt it well. I lead well.

Alhaja Quadri taught Arabic and Islamic Religious Knowledge (IRK). I don’t remember so many things about her. She was soft spoken, easy going but she can sting if you cross her path as a disobedient student

Alhaja Fasasi taught IRK as well. She was the mother of Baba D and Sound Sultan. Alhaja Fasasi was strict. I remembered one day that she flogged all the students from class 1A to 1F. It was not funny. Where did she get the energy to do that? But I respect her. I learnt she inspired many students through music about Islam.

Mrs. Talabi was my year tutor in class one. She taught fine art, I think. She was among the senior teachers and very well respected.

Mr olanrewaju was a teacher for a brief time in FGS. He was my class teacher in class 2 and he taught me mathematics. I don’t think I will remember him if I run into him in a public place. He was probably a youth corper during his time at FGS. He was young, handsome and had a good handwriting. He left an impression.

Yetunde Olabisi Alli was my class teacher in class 5. She taught government which means she didn’t get the chance to teach me any subject. But she wanted me to be class captain again in class 5 and I accepted. From that day, her work became lighter because I held on to the class register and marked who was absent or present. I reported to her regularly.

We had good contact even after 1989. I sent her a letter in 1996 during my service year at IITA Ibadan and she replied all the way from her new home in New Jersey. I wonder where you are now but I hope life is treating you kind Yetunde Alli. You have no idea how much I learnt from you: strength of character, independent mind and the determination to always forge ahead. You should know that you were called the Iron Lady back in the days.

Mr. Akinlade taught Yoruba in the senior classes when I started at FGS. He left at some point and then returned again. Was he on sabbatical? Mr. Akinlade became a principal in the 90s at one of these schools in the Lagos riverine area. Sir, I just want to say thank you for calling on me to lead the assembly prayer that fateful day in 1987. When I add that one chance to all the privileges as a class captain, it boosted my self-confidence forever. I wondered now if you had been listening to the morning bells and prayers from our flat. You lived close and we were prayer warriors!

Mr. Aregbesola taught me B.K but I dumped the subject after class 3. You were really good sir and I remembered how you paid attention to every details and how you read between the lines to make sure that I had done the correct thing. All of these have contributed to making me who I am.

Mrs. Osobu taught me Agricultural science in class 4 and 5. She built on the foundation that was laid by Mr. Dada who had taught me earlier from class 1 to 3. Mr. Dada taught me both theory and practical stuffs. I made farm diaries, worked in our famous poultry, collected and named different plants and weeds. I remember Festac Market women queuing to buy eggs from our school poultry! Gone are those days! Thank you Mrs. Osobu and Mr. Dada!

Mrs. Okolo was one of my English teachers. I spoke with Mrs. Okolo several times on the way to school and sometimes on the way back. I remember one of our conversations and I kept it in my heart to this day. She was concerned by the falling standard of education way back in the late 80s. I would like to ask her for her opinion now that public schools have suffered a near extinction in Nigeria.

Mrs. Emordi taught English language too. I remember I had to make a presentation in the classroom about any interesting news item. Mike Tyson was hot so I spoke about how he became the youngest heavyweight champion. The project was like delivering NTA news in the classroom except that it wasn’t propaganda.

Literature teacher, class 3. I can’t remember her name now. She taught us from the book EFURU. It was a wonderful story book. EFURU as I remembered was a young and extremely beautiful woman. We read EFURU in such a way that we could almost touch the beautiful woman in the story.

It’s not a good indication that I don’t remember the name of all my literature teachers. We also read WITHOUT A SILVER SPOON, THE LION AND THE JEWEL and MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. We read lullabies. A heart to hate you is as far as the moon, a heart to love you is as near as he door. For me, these books went on to add to the definitions of my struggles and shaped my lives.

Mrs. S.K.Y. Faloye was my principal at FGS. I can’t remember the exact years of her reign. She was strict. I remember she started the concept of class captain keeping records of teachers’ attendance and the topic done for each day. She goes through all the records at the end of day and we-the class captains picked them up against the next day. SKY Faloye must have helped me to be a person who makes plan and keeps order with things. I have a feeling that having a time for almost everything and everyone were traits I unconsciously got from this woman.

Mr. Asagbra taught physics. He was teaching the senior students when I started in form 1. I may have encountered him as a member of the JETS club. JETS=Junior Engineers, Technicians and Scientists. There was another science teacher whom I noticed at that time. I don’t remember his name but he was quite huge and he led the JETS meeting a few times. These teachers left before I got to class 3 but they left marks as huge as they were.

Mrs. Akpata taught commercial subjects and typewriting. You will always find her in the typing pool with all the typing machines and happy students who had no idea that the machines were about to become obsolete. I don’t remember having more than one lesson of typewriting and I can’t remember if I’d used the machine for fun or during a real lesson. But just thinking about the typing pool now gives me that nostalgic feeling that I knew when I started at FGS that I was going to learn a lot before my graduation. I did.

Mrs. Ajibolade taught me Almighty formula of the quadratic equations and I can’t forget the simultaneous equations. The substitution methods among many other topics in mathematics remain useful until this day. She was my third maths teacher in secondary school. What a great mathematician! What a mentor!

Mrs. Ibigbami was my P.H.E teacher. It was hard for me to learn other sports because I was too addicted to football and table tennis. But she tried; the volleyball court was mounted on top of our second football field right in front of my classroom-1E so I was compelled to play volleyball.

FGS also had a special handball posts. I mean on the main football pitch, we played football competitions with handball goal posts because they were permanently fixed. You can imagine why I became a prolific scorer. If you trained with handball goal posts, normal football goal posts will become a bonanza.

Unfortunately I don’t remember the names of all of my teachers. However I must add that I returned to FGS in 1992 and worked there at various times until 2000. That ensured that I worked with some of these teachers listed above and other newer teachers. The experiences of those years as a student, as a voluntary teacher and later as PTA teacher remain the defining moments of my life. Not even the times I spent as a GA at CMUL can compare to those years at FGS.

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Election Campaigns in Nigeria are total Lies and Deceits (Video Message)

By Adeola Aderounmu, aderounmu@gmail.com

My messages these days are coming on in video forms. Here I discussed about the stupidity of election campaigns in Nigeria and how the politicians have lied since time immemorial.

They make promises only to turn around to steal and loot.