T.A.G – The Association Game

I used to enjoy these at school. You had a list of things on the right and left hand side, and then you had to see which things matched. Boy, were they boring. I mean you had such things as Oranges linked to Fruit, or Money linked to Bank (that’s like dead easy and basically no fun). I don’t know how stupid the teachers thought we were in primary school but nonetheless not everyone scored full marks on such tests….hmm. Think you can do better, eh? Try this updated 2009 version:

50 cent —– Bunnie

Kanye West —– DC

Mariah Carey —– Lollipop

Akon —– Hat

Nichole Scherzinger —– Rifle

Jim Carrey —– Hooks

Beyonce —– Combs

Sarah Palin —– Canon

Lil Wayne —– Pussy

T-Pain —– Ostrich

P.Diddy —– Mask

Jay-Z —– Sextape

Lil’ Jon —– Coacaine

Chris Brown —– Wire

R.Kelly —– Bullets

Whiney Houston —– Krug

Usain Bolt —— Cup

Hugh Hefner —— (Wild) Animal

Easy huh? Now here’s a run down of a couple of things that are currently associated with me: Dancing, Ice Tea, Gym, Black by Kenneth Cole, Slim ties, Fitted suits, Zara, Seiko Kinetic, Color-Cuff links, White Gold, Twix, Spearmint, Linen, Caftans, White, Blue & Black tops/jerseys, Skin-cut (or ‘Gorimakpa’), Converse sneakers, Cocoa Butter, Nokia E-Series, HP laptops, Bluetooth, Booty, Light-skinned girls, Jack Daniels & Coke, Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, Joe, Kanye West, New York, MTV, Big Brother Africa, Haagen Dazs (Cookies & Cream), Subway Deli, Soul by Hugo Boss, WordPress.com, Art, SkyNews, Google, Halle Berry, Angelina Jolie, Matrix, Samurai Jack, Fried Yam, Apples, Almonds, Oats, Chery A520, Banking, I.T, United Kingdom, Oxbridge, International School Ibadan, Niger Delta Militants, Dirty Oil Money (I wish….) Bayelsa till I die…Crazy Nigerian

The Cypher – (Contains strong language. Viewer discretion is advised.)

Early this month a couple of political figures were invited to blogville to slug it out in a heated debate…so to speak. But I wanted something with a little bit of …’zing’, a bit of ‘umph’…a bit of ‘wizzy wizzy wow’! (you get my drift?). So I told these newbies to quit the rehearsed eulogical babble and give me a bit of freestyling – nothing like a bit of ‘improv’ to know if they’ve got their ’swag’ on. I suggested it, they accepted, and they promised to drop it like its hot! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you…the cypher…you be the judge and tell me who ‘murdered it!’

Barack Obama (rapping over P.Diddy’s ‘Bad boy 4 life’):

“…who’s the Boss?/Clinton lost/Don’t think cos I hired her I’ma go soft/

Hussein? thats me/and if you don’t feel me/it means you didn’t vote me/Sorry, blow me!/

Get it right y’all, I’m a resident/but is the U.S even ready for a black president?/

Grab a tissue/Even your tears don’t miss you/Obama is Drama…the saga continues

Chorus – I AINT…GO-ING NOWHERE…I AINT…GOING NOWHERE/ I CANT BE STOPPED NOW…COS ITS ‘BAMA 4 LIFE!/(2ce)

 

Hilary Clinton (rapping over Fat Joe’s ‘Lean Back’):

H to the Ceezy/your eyes go dizzy/when I bitch-slap you like I did Monica Lewinski/

I’m quick when I batter/ so you better quit the chatter/whats sadder…you believing that Size doesn’t matter!/

And your wife is wack/give her braces back/bet you’re ‘dickless’ cause you can only threaten me with the ’sack’/

But as for ‘John Mac’/his whole career’s slack/so like broken boomerangs dont expect a comeback/

Chorus - WELL YOU CANT EVEN RAP SO JUST SHUT UP YOUR TRAP AND JUST…PUT YOUR MIC AWAY/AND LEAN BACK, LEAN BACK, LEAN BACK, LEAN BACK/ (2ce)

John McCain (rapping over DMX’s ’What’s my name’):

Grrr…Grrr….URRGH! URRGH!

To be continued…

Entry #48 – Codename: Operation Blackberry

My name is Secret Agent Jollof. I have a covert operation at about 1500hrs on Saturday, 24th October 2009. I will be going undercover as a grooms man at a wedding reception. My sister (a fellow agent) will also be helping me on this mission. She will be working as the Chief Bride’s maid (obviously). She’ll be making the drop-off and then it will be left for me to execute. Failure is not an option. I can’t disclose specific details of this mission – its classified. The only thing I can say is that the operation is codenamed Blackberry. All will be revealed in my next entry with pics. Signing out … … …

Entry #47 – Remember September

Well how can I forget September 2008 when my bank was having its financial year end (which in the Nigerian Banking industry means every bank starts to scramble around for large money deposits in order to claim the no.1 spot for having the largest liability base…the grand prize being that you get to keep your job!).

I remember how fellow colleagues would genuinely fall ill with stress, some with high blood pressure, and why? All because they got SMS/text messages at odd hours of the day (including weekends) from bosses who taunt them to AGGRESSIVELY PURSUE current accounts and fixed term deposits or to REALIZE GROWTH in their account portfolio. I remember when each week would be inundated with impromptu meetings – meetings with other bank branches’ marketing team and their respective managers. Such gruelling sessions were like the ‘Show and Tell’ in Elementary/Primary School…only, you were showing to the whole audience how you planned to leap from a balance sheet of N100m (One Hundred Million Naira) to N250m in under 3weeks. I remember the tall tales marketing staff used to tell…stories of fat cheques that were due the following week…and then the following week…and then the following week. I remember how they had to defend their jobs by justifying why they should still be paid their salary.

I remember how the boldest and most confident of marketers would suddenly be reduced to a bucket of nerves as they stuttered through their cock and bull Deposit Mobilization strategies. Of course their bosses were quick to ridicule and threaten them with a letter of displeasure – that’s a prelude to a sack, in simple English. I remember how some marketers avoided the subsequent meetings especially when the millions they promised the previous week never materialized. Oh, how I remember how some banks would accept to pay to willing Fixed Deposit customers outrageous rates well above that of the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) and in some cases staff would make up the interest difference from their own personal funds to pay to the oblivious, greedy customer. I remember the pressure got so much that you could cut the tension in bank branches with a knife. You were almost driven to the point of holding customers at gunpoint just so they took you more seriously and coughed out the millions that we so stupidly thought they were hiding at home under their matresses.

I remember how some marketing staff would encourage their known customers to move funds from competitor banks into ours. Even worse was when a branch within the bank moved funds from another bank branch, meaning the bank as a whole wasn’t actually growing but suffering a bout of indigestible cannibalization of accounts. I remember hearing stories of female marketers who would ’stoop so low’ just to get a measly million into their account portfolio…and in some unfortuante cases were given dud cheques: a classic Lose-Lose situation.

I remember how the month would draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag and your demanour was truly tested. Some who couldn’t take the heat or the humiliation any longer dropped their resignation letters and stayed at home waiting for the grass to get greener somewhere else…anywhere else. I remember how some skilled marketers would turn on the waterworks when a customer came into the branch to make a portfolio-shattering withdrawal in this ‘ember’ month. I remember how I almost uttered to my superior ‘What are YOU doing to ensure that we grow our deposit base? Show me YOUR prospect list! How much money have YOU brought today? How many phone calls have YOU made? Why should the bank still be paying YOUR salary???’ I remember it all too well and now I have another 13days to go before I can even begin to forget September 2009. “Lord, give me strength…”

Entry #46 – Tea anyone?

‘I would like some tea, please. Don’t ask me HOW I would like it. Don’t try to make small talk with me. Up until 2minutes ago we were total strangers. You are not doing this because you want to. You are doing this because you have to. Don’t try to stall me with questions that would only intensify a thirst which, before you came prouncing along, wasn’t initially there. Just pour it and drop it and I’ll try not to sip it and spill it. I don’t care if it’s Iced Tea or Regular hot tea. I don’t care if its Earl Grey, De-Caff, Herbal or Chai Tea. I don’t care if it’s made by Lipton, Twinning’s, PG Tips, Tetley or low-budget teabags made for Economy class passengers. I don’t care if it comes with milk either so don’t ask me if I want full creamed, skimmed, semi-skimmed, evaporated, condensed, powdered, or any other white liquid substance that was supposedly drawn from a cow…or goat for that matter. Don’t assume that I would use the sugar in the sachet. You don’t know if I like to use sweetners. You don’t know if I take my tea with honey. You must be thinking that if I allowed you to ask how I take my tea I could have responded with a single-sentence which would save time and energy for both you and I? Well I would have said something like “I take it in a teacup like everyone else” – not the kind of answer you would like to hear. So now that you’ve probably learnt a thing or two (or not) ask me how I would like take my tea…I dare you’ xD

Entry #45 – If there’s any justice in the world…

…Al Megrahi would still be in jail. Well unless there is any evidence to say that he was not involved in the Lockerbie bombing I think he shouldn’t have been released on ‘compassionate grounds’. Yes I deliberately put that in inverted commas because, let’s face it, that’s a whole lot of bull****! Why else would Seif Al-Islam, the son of Col. Gaddafi (the ridiculously oil-rich Libyan leader) claim that every time British diplomats came over to discuss business in the past he would push forward a written request for the bomber’s release which was constantly refused…until now.

To make matters even worse for Britain, Gaddafi himself makes a public statement to the news media thanking UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown, Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Andrew for encouraging the Scottish government to release Megrahi. Of course Britain quickly steps up to the plate in the guise of a creepy Lord Mendelson (Business Secretary) to deny all allegations of a trade deal as ‘implausible’ and ‘offensive’. Have you stopped to ask yourself whether the Scottish government have ever released a prisoner on the grounds of a terminal illness? Is there absolute conclusive evidence to confirm that Megrahi really has only less than 3months to live?

Britain has to be careful that it doesn’t damage its relations with the U.S government. 270 innocent people lost their lives after an explosive was detonated in a passenger plane in Lockerbie, Scotland. About 170 of the victims were American. Al Megrahi was convicted after Scotland Intelligence claimed that he was involved in the bombing but was not willing to cough up the names of his accomplices. Megrahi (more commonly referred to as The Lockerbie Bomber) claims he is not responsible for killing anyone but he doesn’t actually deny being part of the syndicate that masterminded this massacre…hmm.

Americans and other revolting citizens watched as Megrahi returned to Libya…in style – cruising in Gaddafi’s private jet, relaxing at a nifty 2-storey manor and enjoying celebrity-acclaim amongst the Libyan residents. The sickening bit for me is that I have not seen one sign of remorse since he was released. He’s smiling now though, probably thinking, ‘بفضل النفط الليبي أنا على الأراضي الليبية’ ! (Ok, if you’re that curious you can translate this in this pretty cool link…or not)

Entry #44 – Sanusi and the Half-Wit MDs

Iron Man

The hottest news that is sweeping the country (Nigeria) right now is the recent sacking of 5 Managing Directors by the governor Sanusi Lamido Sanusi of the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN). Yes, the end was nigh for the fraudulent five on 14th August 2009 at a monthly meeting held in Abuja. I like to think of the whole ordeal as something straight out of The Apprentice…with Sanusi staring down at the MDs through his spectacles sternly and then shouting and pointing suddenly going, ‘ YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU AAAAAND ESPECIALLY YOU WITH THE PRIVATE JET..YOU’RE ALL FIRED! NOW GET THE F*** OUT OF MY OFFICE!!!’

Did those MDs see this coming? (Doubt it). Did those MDs deserve this? (Hell yeah!) Does anyone disagree with Sanusi’s actions? (Who the bloody hell cares? Its too late crying over spilt milk anyway). The banks in question were amongst 10 that were ’stress’ tested to see whether, put simply, they would be able to pay up if per chance all their respective customers were to demand for their money all at once. Those banks are off the Nigerian stockmarket for obvious reasons.Meanwhile, there’s another 14 banks left to be tested so there’ll be a lot of fingernail clippings in the waste-bins of those MDs.

A Nigerian newspaper disclosed that there were hints of further shake-ups in the banking industry. Customers and bankers alike are all kind of anxious to know what other possible ‘executions’ lie in wait. I’m more interested in knowing whether Sanusi will eventually end this never-ending deposit mobilization drive aka corporate begging – which pretty much entails bankers who run around the streets literally begging customers to open accounts with them and/or fund the accounts.  Such bankers (or ‘marketers’) have been taunted by their immediate bosses to get funds in at all costs. Marketers are losing sleep, falling ill, working late, paying money to cover shortfalls in promises of ridiculously high interest rates, snatching accounts from within their bank’s network, etc all in a bid to beat the pressure and stay in the job.

Sanusi may be our last hope. He appears not to be worried about taking difficult decsions and he seems to want to get Nigeria back into full gear – he just injected N400billion to jumpstart the economy. The audacious CBN governor is akin to a Nigerian Harry Potter who has succeeded in proving that he has a few tricks up his sleeve…and by the look of things, he’s just getting warmed up…

Entry #43 – …makes u want a PUK

Last Sunday I gave my self a near heart attack in my tender late twenties. I was fiddling around with my Nokia E75, going through the numerous (and sometimes pointless) applications to discover what my phone was capable of. I soon found that women are right in saying that men are stubborn so much so that they refuse to stop and ask for directions when they are lost. I’m no exception – I refused to look up the phone manual to learn how to set up PIN lock to prevent unauthorized use of my phone. Unfortunately, after 3 unsuccessful attempts I successfully managed to prevent MYSELF from using my phone. I think the point my heart stopped was when I read the message, “PIN has been blocked. Please enter PUK code: “.

I went ballistic. My hands were on my head, I was running around the house screaming all manner of blasphemy…you’d think I was being tormented by an exorcist. I had gotten my SIM pack about 8years ago and I didn’t have the foggiest clue where it could be – that was the only source for my PUK code. Alas, I thought per chance the good ol’ customer service team of my network provider could be of some assistance.  I was pessimistic. My options weren’t looking good but I dialled 111 for Zain’s helpdesk and waited…pondering on the potential loss of over 200 contacts, the loss of a phone number which I had gotten accustomed to, reluctantly getting a new phone number, and worst of all…eventually having to explain to friends why you have been ‘ignoring’ their phone calls. I had a few numbers stored in the handset but the SIM was my phone number and therefore 100times more important.

After being connected to an operator and enduring a 2 min interrogation complete with me giving details of the last number I had called and the year I got that phone line, I was told to take my PUK code down! Boy, was I elated! I saved into another handset and vowed never to wander into the Security application on my phone for ANYTHING. My sanity was restored. My apetite returned. I found my mojo. I don’t think I’d ever want to go through that PUKing ordeal ever again. Hope you know your PUK. If you ever lost your phone or locked it by accident then it would come in pretty handy. A word (well actually 383words to be exact) is enough for the wise!

Senior High – 1st year

As the principal of International School Ibadan announced that the JSCE (Junior Secondary School Examination) results would be posted up in front of her office I felt nauseous. I wasn’t sure if it was bad luck to have already gotten trouser measurements done at my local tailor before the exam results were released. What if I didn’t make it through? My trousers would be bloody useless and I’d have to endure another year in I.S.I wearing a pair of A.H.Is (AssHole Irritants).  Girls had no problem because their blue-white striped dress/uniform didn’t have to look any different from junior to senior year. Thankfully I breathed a sigh of relief as I attained 2A’s and 5C in my 8subjects (I’m not mentioning what I got in Yoruba language). I vaguely remember jumping up and down like a deranged rottweiler that had a piece of meat dangled over its head. I proceeded to run into the nearby open field with fellow classmates who also sailed through the exams. We ran like we were being chased by… Rottweilers. I almost failed to take notice of the few guys whom we left behind moping at their inadequate grades and therefore bore long faces (okay, not like Rottweilers…more like Dobermen!)

Of course this next chapter in my school life called for a celebration. I took it upon myself to have a small get-together for my ‘Class of 1993′. Unfortunately I didn’t have an much more than the Naira equivalent of £10 back then which could just barely cater for about 20-30 guests max (I must have been nuts!). I invited 25 schoolmates to my cousin’s crib where I resided, about 60 eventually showed up and filled up almost every part of the house! I soon quickly realised that 48 bottled drinks (2 crates) would not quite cut the ‘3:1 guzzling ratio’ of my invitees. The 2 small coolers of cooked rice and chicken didn’t go round because I didnt plan for the following: Boarder boys and girls sneakings out of their hostels; Geeks/Nerds/Bookworms/Efikos gate crashing; and schoolmates from the set below mine (JSS3) also taking advantage of the fact that I did not have a bouncer to ‘man the door’. So I had geeks playing video games in the TV room, boarder girl escapees changing clothes in my cousin’s bedroom, boarder boys slow-dancing with girls in the living room whilst my Aunt was within the house. There was no DJ but just one raga tape being put on the loop courtesy of all the horny boys hoping to literally tap some ass from a slowdance. The 5kg cake and 2 tubs of ice-cream I had planned for dessert was not going to be able to feed THIS multitude. This wasn’t a get-together…this was a get-together-everybody-who-heard-about-this-party. I mean some of the guests there didnt even know my name or the fact that I was hosting this fiasco. To make matters worse, the girl I had a crush on was busy slowdancing with some guy I didnt even invite, Meanwhile I was busy trying to feed the hungry, entertain the bored, and save my shaky reputation all at the same time. I was glad when it was all over, to say the least. The house  survived with 2 shattered drinking glasses and a broken window lever. I on the other hand remained intact!

In an amazing twist of fate, I was hailed by the majority of my set for making a noble effort at throwing a shindig (which  I’d rather remember as a ’shit-dig’). The geeks were even more grateful because they knew that they may never gain such easy access into a party again. I somehow became everybody’s pal…the one who didn’t discriminate…the one who didn’t stop the music and shout “ALL BOYS OUT!” and proceeded to reveal a list of boys who were not given the fake invitation cards…no, I wasn’t seen as cruel…I was Mr.Nice guy Subsequent parties got better and better (no thanks to me). I do remember one guy who threw a party but would have sooner thrown himself over a bridge after only 1 girl turned up amidst a house filled with over 15guys…a case of bad advertising? Well, the grub didn’t go to waste.

Ah yes, those grey trousers really were worth the 3 year-wait. I was ‘toasting’ girls a one class year or two below me and feeling pretty cool with my skinny self. I was later appointed by my principal as the school’s Health Prefect, though for the love of God I never found out what a health prefect was nor did I know what my responsibilities were supposed to be. I just made sure the sick bay was hygenic and wasn’t congested or saturated with students who were feigning illness. I was given a badge which I wore proudly like a sheriff. If only I went guns blazing a little less when it came to asking a girl, ‘Will you go out with me?…’

Entry #42 – One man’s trash…

…is another man’s treasure? Well I’ve got a Nokia 7900 Prism that says ‘NO!’ – thats if you want to keep beating the life out of it everytime it freezes when a message comes through it. I can vaguely remember how I strolled into the Nokia shop barely a year ago, coughed out N70,000 (which is over £200 or over $300) and was one of the ‘privileged’ few to be pouncing around town with a phone which got quite a lot of  ‘Ooh! Nice phone!’, ‘It’s unique!’, ‘I haven’t seen this before!’, (Hindsight – thanks to you gawkers I didnt return the phone sooner to get a refund).

It was as slim as kate moss, black as Whoopi’s lips, had more colour theme choices than Amy Winehouse’s make-up artist (oops, I forgot she does it herself), and boasted more tricks than Harry Potter’s wand. Well I was tricked alright.  I was tricked into thinking an engraved Aluminium casing was mega cool. For N70,000 I should be getting at least Titanium, shouldn’t I? For N70,000 I should be getting not just 1GB of built-in memory but 3GB! For 70,000 bleeping Naira I should be getting more than a 2 mega-pixel camera, FM radio and bluetooth – bluetooth! What genius came up with THAT term? The next pushy salesperson that offers me a ‘BLUETOOTH’ will get a ‘BLACKEYE’.

I will not be ripped off again (Aaaaargh!!!) I shall not succumb to the…oh my…could it be? Could Nokia be entrancing me yet again with a nonsenical technological blunder utterly unworthy to be categorized as a cutting-edge mobile phone? Its so slick…stylish…kinky…qwerty…look at it slide…the screen is huge…how much is it? How much? I think I’m falling for the E75…shh, I just can’t help it. I hate you Nokia…making me spend my money…and in 8months I know this’ll be trash too…but for 11years now when has that ever stopped me