“The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Franco ran down the dark streets of red lane with his shirt in his mouth. He had seen a shadow grabbed his friend around the corner and began ditching blows into his upper torso. Why Raty stopped to unrinate at the junction was beyond him but he ran because he was sure that when he looked back at the shadows, Raty laid motionless on the ground and the creepy silhouette was running towards him with a shimmery object in his hand that illuminated into a spark when it hit the lights.
He careened around the deep corner and jumped into a yard ran up onto the verandah. He crouched immobile on the ground, confident that this was the only way he would be able to escape the dark, quiet silhouette that he knew would soon creep up around the corner looking for him. He only hoped that the occupants at the house did not see him come into the yard and call the police. It would never work in his favor if the police came. They'd either shoot him mistakenly for a burglar or Raty's killer or they would imprison him under similar speculations.
The creepy figure came into the light then masked into the shadows. He took something from his pocket and lit what appeared to be a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced down the road. He took a smoke and stared up the road. Then another figure with the shiny tool in his hands came up to him, looking franticly behind him. He stared over into the yard and Franco could have sworn he looked directly into his eyes. Franco did not move. The figure stared then knocked his friend on the chest with two fingers ad motioned for him to go into what Franco realized for the first time was a waiting car. Franco didn't know if his eyes were playing tricks on him but he knew within himself even if the last glance the stranger telepath towards the verandah did not confirm that he may have seen him.
Friday, November 29, 2013
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Police been killing people from I was child and the murder rate only escalates. It signals that we need a socialisation intervention for our children and a social reform campaign to influence and tweak the mindsets of our adults...until then we will only be killing alleged bad men and creating more in the process...crime is not a morality per se issue, it is an economical issue.In a country with so many churches, violence should not be so prevalent but who am I kidding, Muslim rebels are very violent and passionate about their religion that emphasises peace.
Since my cousin was killed, I stop every little boy and engage them in a conversation about what took place that morning. I point to the reasons why they cannot afford to align themselves with the wrong people, thereby devaluing their lives and putting themselves at jeopardy. Hyping about how you a bad man will get you a temporary respect out of fear from your community but it is a death sentence if it reaches the ears of the Police. Crime is not an attractive element. Violence should not be source for social importance and Validation.
We have a very prejudicial society because as long as you are poor and you come from certain place you a criminal and if you a defend your friends and your family then you must be in liege with the criminals.Only poor people are held accountable for their actions. A boy was mauled by a vehicle for a politician yesterday or so and the man reported his vehicle missing two hours after the accident. if you not from a certain cadre of society. YOur life no worth nothing, you thnink if gussy was some big politican or establish rich people son, him coulda dead so...some a unoo will say.."same way'''. but we know this law is only for the poor and not the rich...
Some people in our society are like spectators at a game. They stand on the sidelines and them see everything that is wrong with the players technique. Put them in the game and them cant do a thing. If some of these people who like to hurl mud at the Ghetto people would come live down here for a month, I doubt them could survive it.
Most so call intellectual people and rich people don't buss ghetto youths and that is a fact. If I could count on my hand how many people with money I know or people in positions who could offer a helping hand and most of them would rather steal my ideas than invest in my aspirations. If my daughter hungry, I cannot beg them cuz them don't have it, now if I was say a male and violently inclined what would that leave me to do...?