This is easily the best Occupy Nigeria related video I've seen all year.
The minister's people were just looking smugly on as if to say, well at least I can go back to my mansion. No conscience at all.
Nigerians are getting bolder about standing up to our corrupt government. This is necessary for every democracy to thrive.
The Nigerian police could learn a lot of lessons from the behaviour of the New York Police officers that were called to the scene.
Prism and Adura Ojo have been amazing blogging about the Occupy Nigeria movement.
Occupy all day ...... for as long as it takes.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
New Occupations
Right after the new year I suffered from major blogging fatigue. (Or more likely In spite of everything that went on in the past two weeks, I felt like I had nothing to blog about.
The NLC strike is over but by all rights the Occupy Nigeria protests should have continued but for GEJ getting his panties in a twist and trying to accuse pissed off Nigerians of treason for daring to criticize him in a democratic country whose constitution supposedly guarantees free speech.
Obviously in his mind peaceful protests are a threat to national security (this is because an unstable terrorist group bent on forcing the entire population to convert to Islam and adopt a draconian, stone age barbaric legal system (sharia) that has murdered thousands of people in the last two years is obviously NOT a threat to national security)
Oh and police who beat up and then shoot unarmed citizens that they are meant to be protecting are NOT a threat to national security either.
Removing a fuel subsidy in order to save money when you haven't asked yourself if you REALLY need ten personal assistants and fourteen special assistants, and three million dollars for FOOD ( by the way Mr. President, what the FUCK are you eating?) is another bright idea from the recesses of our President's obviously ever active mind.
Sha sha, no condition is permanent.
Welcome to the year of the Dragon.
The NLC strike is over but by all rights the Occupy Nigeria protests should have continued but for GEJ getting his panties in a twist and trying to accuse pissed off Nigerians of treason for daring to criticize him in a democratic country whose constitution supposedly guarantees free speech.
Obviously in his mind peaceful protests are a threat to national security (this is because an unstable terrorist group bent on forcing the entire population to convert to Islam and adopt a draconian, stone age barbaric legal system (sharia) that has murdered thousands of people in the last two years is obviously NOT a threat to national security)
Oh and police who beat up and then shoot unarmed citizens that they are meant to be protecting are NOT a threat to national security either.
Removing a fuel subsidy in order to save money when you haven't asked yourself if you REALLY need ten personal assistants and fourteen special assistants, and three million dollars for FOOD ( by the way Mr. President, what the FUCK are you eating?) is another bright idea from the recesses of our President's obviously ever active mind.
Sha sha, no condition is permanent.
Welcome to the year of the Dragon.
Monday, January 2, 2012
The 10 People You Meet in Nigeria - Part 3
Who are the people in your neighbourhood? If you live in Nigeria, you probably run into all sorts of characters on a daily basis. Of course, where you live and what your social status is influence the type of crowd you run with, but regardless of where you've been and who you are, if you live or are in Nigeria, sooner or later, you will run into all of the following people.
3. The Ajepako Pastor ( religiosium hungrius )
General Characteristics: Instantly identifiable by his 'jump-up' trousers, over long tie, and 'I swear to God' shoes, the Ajepako pastor always has a battered Bible in hand and is covered in sweat from jumping up and down to get the gospel across and call down Holy Ghost Fire on the never-ending swarm of ‘enemies’ that every Nigerian Christian is guaranteed to have.
Forget flashy cars, and private jets, the Ajepako Pastor’s message is one of righteous suffering. The rich are evil, the poor are good, and never mind that you’re dying of malaria, one day God go make you bigger. The only thing the Ajepako Pastor has in common with his more successful and well fed cousin (The Ajebutter Pastor) is their unified belief that miracles happen on the daily. Got a new job? It’s a miracle! Marriage proposal? It’s a miracle! Broke your leg? Don't worry, that’s a miracle too.
The Gospel might be known as ‘The Good News’ but strangely enough the Ajepako Pastor almost never bears any good news. Blessed with an acute ability to see witches, wizards, curses, and of course, ENEMIES hovering over just about ANYBODY, the Ajepako Pastor is forever binding and casting and conquering, usually with questionable results. Pity he rarely succeeds in conquering his arch enemy: hunger.
9 out of 10 Ajepako Pastors are skinny to an unfortunate degree.
Forget flashy cars, and private jets, the Ajepako Pastor’s message is one of righteous suffering. The rich are evil, the poor are good, and never mind that you’re dying of malaria, one day God go make you bigger. The only thing the Ajepako Pastor has in common with his more successful and well fed cousin (The Ajebutter Pastor) is their unified belief that miracles happen on the daily. Got a new job? It’s a miracle! Marriage proposal? It’s a miracle! Broke your leg? Don't worry, that’s a miracle too.
The Gospel might be known as ‘The Good News’ but strangely enough the Ajepako Pastor almost never bears any good news. Blessed with an acute ability to see witches, wizards, curses, and of course, ENEMIES hovering over just about ANYBODY, the Ajepako Pastor is forever binding and casting and conquering, usually with questionable results. Pity he rarely succeeds in conquering his arch enemy: hunger.
9 out of 10 Ajepako Pastors are skinny to an unfortunate degree.
Natural Habitat: Buses - particularly Molue and interstate Luxurious Buses (especially those operated by Ekene Dili Chukwu, ABC, and Ifesinachi), Markets of all kinds, Village churches, and most curiously of all, in close proximity to MTN recharge card stations.
Notable Habits: Super advanced Wizard Radar and the ability to speak in gibberish 'tongues'...
Natural Enemies: The Sisi Eko, The Aristo, and The Ajebutter Pastor
Related to: The Ajebutter Pastor and The Johnny Just Come
Sunday, January 1, 2012
5 Years
On a happier note, today is the 5 Year Anniversary of this blog!!!!!!
I've been blogging on Sugabelly 2.0 for FIVE YEARS non-stop. (not counting little breaks)
Along the way I've made so many online friends and lots of online enemies (heh heh) and all of you have helped me grow and learn and understand myself better through my blog.
364,000 + visits, 617 posts, 5633 comments, and more drama than anyone ought to have.
I think that's pretty cool.
So thank you. (Yes, even those of you that hate me! We're all people with flaws and I love you too ^_^ )
But thank you especially to all the friends and people that care about me that I met online and make being a blogger worth it.
You guys are awesome.
But thank you especially to all the friends and people that care about me that I met online and make being a blogger worth it.
You guys are awesome.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Things I wish ...
I wish I had somewhere to go.
I have nowhere to go and so I have to stay here.
I wish I could just walk and walk and walk and keep on walking forever
But the pain in my feet, knees and heart means I don't get too far.
I got home and it wasn't there. Nowhere to live. But it stopped being home a long time ago.
I wished I had somewhere to go then too.
I think for the longest time, my safe place was my dorm room. It was just me, and I could close my door, and be alone with my thoughts. At least, for a time, it was mine.
Now I feel as if I have nothing that is my own. I'm just drifting, just floating from place to place with nowhere really to go.
Too poor to get my own place; my own space, no matter how small, really mine.
I hope one day (soon) I'll have a place to truly call my own.
Another sad start to the new year.
Hello 2012... please bring me happiness, love, and peace.
I have nowhere to go and so I have to stay here.
I wish I could just walk and walk and walk and keep on walking forever
But the pain in my feet, knees and heart means I don't get too far.
I got home and it wasn't there. Nowhere to live. But it stopped being home a long time ago.
I wished I had somewhere to go then too.
I think for the longest time, my safe place was my dorm room. It was just me, and I could close my door, and be alone with my thoughts. At least, for a time, it was mine.
Now I feel as if I have nothing that is my own. I'm just drifting, just floating from place to place with nowhere really to go.
Too poor to get my own place; my own space, no matter how small, really mine.
I hope one day (soon) I'll have a place to truly call my own.
Another sad start to the new year.
Hello 2012... please bring me happiness, love, and peace.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Alcohol Dreams
Last night I went out with Skinny Goat and had way too much to drink. I remember arguing with somebody about something, singing off key, and Skinny Goat kissing me a lot.
That's all I remember, but according to him that's the least of all the things I did that night so I'm sort of not looking forward to entertaining conspiratorial looks from him.
Hopefully I didn't do anything too embarrassing.
Smirnoff Ice is not my friend.
That's all I remember, but according to him that's the least of all the things I did that night so I'm sort of not looking forward to entertaining conspiratorial looks from him.
Hopefully I didn't do anything too embarrassing.
Smirnoff Ice is not my friend.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wazobia :: Work in Progress
It's Igbo from WaZoBia!!
I'm still working on the WaZoBia web comic. For something so short, each page takes a lot of hard work! Just the first page took me a whole day to draw. It's pretty tiring but this is what I've dreamed of doing so I'm not too bothered.
Here's a video of me inking some of the panels below:
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Code Name: Skinny Goat
Love is not my friend.
Not in the very least.
Needless to say, every time I have fallen in love or 'liked someone', it has inevitably ended in disaster.
After everything that happened with HL (Japanese Boy), I just wanted to be by myself. Be by myself and fly on autopilot for as long as I could.
I thought I was going to be sad forever but then here I am.
A month and a half ago, I met Yoruba Boy and every day has been hilarious ever since.
We need to find a code name for him though....
What shall we call him?
I'm suggesting Skinny Goat. a.k.a. SG*
* He once called me Fat Cow and I called him Skinny Goat, and that's where the name came from plus I think it's kinda cute.
Not in the very least.
Needless to say, every time I have fallen in love or 'liked someone', it has inevitably ended in disaster.
After everything that happened with HL (Japanese Boy), I just wanted to be by myself. Be by myself and fly on autopilot for as long as I could.
I thought I was going to be sad forever but then here I am.
A month and a half ago, I met Yoruba Boy and every day has been hilarious ever since.
We need to find a code name for him though....
What shall we call him?
I'm suggesting Skinny Goat. a.k.a. SG*
* He once called me Fat Cow and I called him Skinny Goat, and that's where the name came from plus I think it's kinda cute.
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