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Friday 31 August 2012

Fear Drop ... the series : Episode Three


… an amalgamation of fiction and fact, popularly called faction. Get entertained and be informed.
Episode Two:  'Gone with the ocean: Part Two'

Kemute prayed for strength to hold on longer as she hoped the nightmare will end quickly, but to her dismay her support gave way and she too began to disappear like a cow in bondage being dragged against its will to a slaughter house, and then she closed her eyes to the unknown.

Okay, this was not how it was narrated, I did a little bit of adjustment but the story is true.


Chika, my client-friend, and I listened to Tajudeen, TJ for short, narrate to me – crying – how he had not valued what he had and had lost her. She was missing with fifteen other people that had been swept away overnight while they slept in their homes. We stumbled on him and this tragic news on our way to an event.

We were in a taxi driving to Terra Kulture, a stone throw from Kuramo beach, where the disaster had occurred. We were attending Open Mic Theater, a stage show where Angelina Jolie, Bimbo Akintola, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Desmond Elliot will be celebrated by some actors as they mimic them by reenacting scenes from some of their memorable works.

Chika had noticed a small gathering of people at the entrance to the beach and had called my attention to it. The taxi driver had reacted by informing us of an ocean surge that had occurred in the early hours of that day. I was shocked that a calamity of that magnitude had happened many hours  earlier and I didn’t hear about it in the news in a country where everyone hate to mind their business and preferred minding other people’s business instead. I reasoned, like I always do, about the kind of country I was living in.

I paid the taxi man whom wasn’t ready to wait for me to alight and feed my curiosity, and I watched Chika follow me reluctantly. Her soul was already at the Terra Kulture, it was just her body that followed me. If she had the courage she would have told me that we should go and enjoy the performances then come back to the beach, but because she knows how drawn I am to disaster and my passion to help its victim she had kept her mouth shut and followed me like I had used a magic portion on her known as 'touch and go'. That was when I’d seen TJ crying and cursing and I moved to him to know the cause.


At first, seizing me up and may be thinking I could have been the cause the disaster, or aided it, he had yelled at me and walked away but seeing that I didn’t give up easily and that I was concerned he warmed up to me.

‘Na my fault’ TJ yelled, and then he blamed himself more for not granting her request, perhaps she may have been alive in Benin with her family.

‘But you don’t know if she is dead’

‘I hope so, God I pray so’ the tears came out again in torrent s, ‘ if no be so then na this government kill her with this their Atlantic City rubbish wey dem dey build for rich people, is it poor people life they will use as sacrifice for this project, is it fair?’

He yelled at me, and I stared at him with no answer to his question, as I hoped silently that Kemute and those still missing would be found, and probably alive. This event made me reflect more on what Abang Mercy had told me about the disappearance of our dear Lagos some years from now, which I had promised to talk about until this tragedy.

‘Hold am, hold him!’, I heard people scream and was shocked to see TJ running towards the roaring sea wave.

They ran after him but their speed was no match for his.

…. To be continued.

Credit
Starring: @aninoritse as EJIRO; @RealBobbyBlaise as Chika's brother; @PinkLipsChic as Chika (Client-friend); @_tedla as TJ; @juiceegirl1as Kemute
Guest Starring: @AbangMercy as herself
Crew: Graphics Designer - @Naughtinez; Photo Concept - @Dinnovatorsmind; Story/Concept - @thenaijaseer
Photo Credits:http://allafrica.com, http://trends.com.ng

Note: You may follow them on twitter for an update on the story.

Fear Drop ... the series: Episode Two



… an amalgamation of fiction and fact, popularly called faction. Get entertained and be informed.

Episode Two:  'Gone with the ocean'

Saturday 18, 2012

The last thing Kemute thought of as she struggled to swim ashore was how she had allowed the banana shaped object hanging between the thighs of one man shatter a beautiful dream she once had. As a child she fantasized about running a successful chain of supermarkets while married to a very wealthy Adonis who would build an exquisite mansion by the seaside, and they will be surrounded by four beautiful children, three handsome boys that will succeed their father and a very beautiful daughter who will grow up to become a head spinner.

If she hadn’t run into Tajudeen, TJ for short, and his magical penis that more than compensated for his ugly looks six years ago, perhaps half, if not all of her dreams would have come true. Her uncle had sent her to get his chauffeur at the boy’s quarter, at the back of the main house, and she had met the door open, although it was shielded by a curtain but as usual she had barged in without knocking first. Ese, her brother, had quarreled with her in the past about such bad manners when they still lived under the same roof.

‘One day you will see what you are looking for’ he had warned.

‘Story! You are my brother, we live in the same house, and you are not a stranger to me, so why should I knock on your door every time mum ask me to come get you from this your smelling room’ she had retorted and walked away laughing while he seethed with anger.

Ese’s prophecy finally came true when she parted the curtain shielding the entrance to the chauffeurs room and what her eyes saw shook her body, and got her transfixed.
She stared at a stranger who lay down stark naked and fast asleep with his body facing the ceiling and his penis hard as rock and as long as a railway line. She hadn’t seen anything like this before and she was only seventeen. She swallowed four times, and her body felt funny.

Just then the stranger rolled, stretched and woke up suddenly as if aware someone was staring at him. Their eyes met, but she didn’t notice the big scar on his face that looked like someone spilled paint there, neither did she see the big pimples on his face that looked like the size of peanuts. Her mind was occupied with what she had seen and she tried to reason why it was the way it was at that time of the day – noon time.

Finally, she got hold of herself, and quickly asked after the driver, while she looked away. Sensing the discomfort his organ was causing her, he quickly tied a wrapper and replied that the driver went to get something and when he returns he will deliver her message, to which she turned and left, but a part of her wanted to stay and understudy her discovery.

Nothing had ever left her more confused, not even her father’s death which happened when she was twelve and on the day he was supposed to drive her to a boarding house where she newly got admitted.
In other to cure her confusion she became a regular visitor at the boys quarter and learn the stranger was a friend to the chauffeur and he lived in Lagos, and she also discovered how powerful and satisfying the object between his thighs were when it took her innocence and made her cry every time it entered her.

A month later she learn she was pregnant through her best friend and classmate, Esosa, in senior secondary school form six. Esosa was much experienced in such things as she was a notorious flirt with boys, and nosey as well. Her assumptions about people always turn out right, and when Esosa dragged her to a corner and let her know her suspicion Kemute had no need for a doctor to confirm it.

For fear of being sent back to her widowed mother in Warri and the thought of her actions making her overtly righteous mother the laughing stock in the neighbourhood, she had called TJ with the number he left her with before he left Benin and traveled back to his base in Lagos. The rest is history.


History of sleeping in a shanty house by the sea with a man who hadn’t paid her bride price but was quick to tell his seaside neighbours she was his wife. A history of losing the pregnancy that had forced her to run away from Benin. A history of poverty, sex, poverty, sex, poverty, struggles, sex, sex, and three more miscarriages.

Two nights ago she had come to her senses and asked TJ to help her with some cash from his hustling as an agbero, motor park tout, at CMS bus-stop , so that she could travel back to Benin to make peace with her family, but he had sternly refused her request.

‘No way, if your people value you, make them come Lagos come find you, dead or alive’ to which he hissed and walked away.

She had cried herself to sleep that night, and cried herself to sleep the following night at some minutes after two in the midnight. Not long into her sleep someone had tapped her and she opened her eyes to see her father extending his hand towards her smiling. She was about screaming when he made a sign to her to keep quiet.

‘Kemute, come let me teach what I never had the chance to teach you many years ago’

He held her hands and walked her to the beach while her neighbours were sound asleep, and dived into the water swimming it effortlessly. Then he beckoned on her to do the same, and she had followed suit but kept losing her balance. He showed her how to stay stable and afloat on water. She really missed growing up without him and she giggled like a twelve year old again thoroughly enjoying his company. Then he swam towards the bank and told her to do the same, but she swarm backwards instead.

‘Kemute’ she loved the way he called her fondly, ‘forward I said’

‘That is what I am doing daddy’

‘But you are going backward my girl, hold my hands’ he said with a concerned look and stretched his right hand towards her. She tried to reach out for it as the current pulled her further.



At that instant, she opened her eyes and discovered she had been dreaming but it turned out her dream was partially a reality. It dawned on her that it wasn’t her father but a surge from the ocean that had visited her home and her neighbours and was pulling them along to their own death in the depth of the sea.

They fought for their lives holding on to different supports within their reach screaming for help but their cry was muffled by the water that kept entering their mouths and nostrils, and then she watched three of her neighbours either let go off their support or the support got weakened let go of them, and they disappeared into the abyss of the raging sea. 

... to be continued .

Credit
Starring: @aninoritse as EJIRO; @RealBobbyBlaise as Chika's brother; @PinkLipsChic as Chika (Client-friend); @_tedla as TJ; @juiceegirl1as Kemute
Guest Starring: @AbangMercy as herself
Crew: Graphics Designer - @Naughtinez; Photo Concept - @Dinnovatorsmind; Story/Concept - @thenaijaseer
Photo Credits: http://premiumtimesng.com, http://www.thisdaylive.com

Note: You may follow them on twitter for an update on the story.

Wednesday 22 August 2012

Look at what we found: interesting or evil?


I came across this picture online and my thoughts exactly was 'What the F**k!' I don't know if the picture has been doctored, or if the events took place as it appears, but if it did, the question that came to my mind was 'Is this a forgivable act considering the fact that it's been documented for posterity?' After all, the end justifies the means.
Please feel free to share your thoughts here.

NB: I plan to make this column a regular here, and if you find anything as well, anything scary, funny, unbelievable, interesting ... please feel free to email the picture to thenaijaseer@gmail.com.

Friday 10 August 2012

Nigeria Radio Awards


Communication has over the years, come to play such an important role in the society that it has come to be regarded as the very plank upon which learning, cultural exchange, trade and many other socio and econo-political relations are hoisted. We have identified radio as our commonest and cheapest means of communication, which can reach and permeate all strata of society, in spite of class, tongue or belief.

With the goal to promote radio, encourage excellence in the medium and ensure that radio remains the first choice for marketers, we present to you Nigeria Radio Awards (NiRA).

With radio still at the forefront of media sources utilised by many Nigerians to garner information and to interact with the world, the Nigeria Radio AwardProject seeks to motivate and recognise radio stations and organisations to constantly raise the bar in terms of their performance and general service optimization, with a firm focus on keeping their audience engaged and happy, by instilling in these stations and individuals a sense of healthy competition that would be geared towards quality enhancement in their service outputs, whether in terms of News, Education or Entertainment.

We have chosen to carry out this recognition through honouring Nigeria’s outstanding radio talent, from in-front-of-the-mic presenters to behind-the-scene producers. By doing so, we hope to inspire people wishing to enter this dynamic industry to adequately prepare
themselves for the arduous task of quality broadcasting. 
This first edition, as, indeed, other subsequent editions, of the Nigeria Radio Awards shall
aim at presenting a credible, well-judged, transparent programme that promotes and recognizes excellence in radio, especially, with the objective of ensuring that radio
remains one of Nigeria’s foremost media choices. Everything shall be about rewarding
those individuals and stations who combine talent, hard work and skill to ensure that their
listeners are compelled to pay attention whenever they are on air.

It’s our desire to see radio stations produce a more involved, relevant and valuable content and the need to understand the consumer and deliver the services. We also feel that clients and marketers want more measurability and opportunity to connect with people  in a unique space. Therefore, Nigeria Radio Awards(NiRA) seeks to promote the idea that the radio industry needs to continually reinvent and take itself more seriously.

Town Hall Meetings
-Abuja20th August – Northern Zone
-PH 22nd August – South South/South East Zone
-Lagos 24th August – South West Zone

We will communicate with you further updates as regards Venues and Time for the Town Hall Meetings and Nomination Party.

Closing Date for Nominations – 31st August
 

Please visit www.nigeriaradioawards.com for further details
Our Contacts

08188288404, 08037138710, 07032218486


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