Saturday, 9 April 2016


Reaching the stage of Convocation Ceremony in any academic institution is not and will never be a piece of cake. It takes hard work, perseverance, and dedication to God to achieve the award of a Degree, a Diploma, etc.

So many things are involved. There are lots of books and papers to read, many practicals to carry out, many excursions to embark on, many presentations to make, excessive academic writings, many exams to do, deep researches, etc. In most cases, you have to face difficult situations from thugs, associations, lecturers, friends, and family. There also are lots of regrets, life lessons, and love stories. Competitions, comparisons, and jealousy are also in on it (Chuckles). School is a wonderful world of its own!

You will know no night and sleep will be far away from you. Some people will have to be fathers, mothers, and sponsors unto themselves. You will have to shun fun, friends, and hobbies, and marry books and lectures. You also will experience a mixture of happiness and sadness, stress and relief, etc.  

School is one of the tough places to be in; it’s a place where you spend so much in order to acquire knowledge, which will shape you in the society. One, who has completely gone through these, should be given a proper handshake of job opportunity.

Today, another great number of creative and excellent technology graduates has been released by RSUST to the society. They are very fortunate to have successfully completed their study with whatever classes. It’s indeed a thing of merry celebration.

At this juncture, I hereby congratulate all latest graduates of RSUST and also, welcome them to the labour market. Good luck!


Wednesday, 6 April 2016


We all wish for positive changes in our lives and in everything we do. Of course, this is quite amazing and very commendable because these changes make us better persons and help to remove us from the subsisting misery that seems to be the greatest adversary of our dear lives. Just as nothing good just comes through mere wishes, these have a cost. But, usually, some people are not ready to venture into this journey of fortune, rather, they prefer to get it in the quick and easy ways, and that is why real success seems to be far away from them.

In life nothing is permanent; not even the happiest happiness or the saddest sadness. There always is an overlap. But the good news is that we have been given the capabilities of changing situations to whichever that we so desire; whether from good to bad or the reverse. This simply presupposes that we are the lords over the situations we find ourselves and not the other way round. I know really well that this might appear crazily ridiculous to many whose situations appear to be the worst, but it's the simple truth, which must be expressed unequivocally. And until we understand it as such, coping with difficult situations effectively certainly will be a hard nut to crack.

So, changing bad situations to good, or good ones to better ones is never a piece of cake, there are structural preconditions. And this starts from the mind. The mind is the principal factor that shapes the change of circumstances. Most of the things we do are a product of the mind. So, where your mind often is of the negative, having positive transformation is impossible. It is indisputably asserted and believed that a change within fosters a change without; hence, intrinsic factors primarily influence external occurrences.

It also is quite expedient and essential to understand the causes of the difficult scenarios that mop the sweat of happiness and good living away from us and the destructive repercussions or effects  that ensue if they are not treated very appropriately. It is obviously clear that one cannot solve what he does not understand, and that constitutes a vital reason why comprehension is also paramount. Thus, whenever you have difficult issues, which seem uncommon to you, try to understand them. That way you have an idea on how to tackle it positively.

Moreover, patience is a concrete element. Change comes gradually and serially, it does not come too sudden or too quickly. Most often, I see myself wanting a sudden end of the irksome situation I am into, it isn't wrong to feel that way, but it just does not help the situation. So, I do things that are expected of me and then employ patience and perseverance to get the real change, which I truly deserve at the material time. Do not be too hasty or let the circumstance awaken a drastic anger in you, because that will definitely increase the temperature. Anger does not solve anything right, it only causes more problematic problems.

Above all, have confidence in the confidence of your belief. The manner in which most things happen establishes that there is a supernatural being whose actions are beyond our human comprehension. Believing in God and trusting Him, looking unto Him as the author and finisher of everything, will go a very long way to helping you to cope with tribulations and tragic situations alongside making you the very right person you really want to become. He never fails and He never neglect those who call upon Him in tough times.

Whether you are a student, a businessperson, a teacher, a professional, no matter what you do and no matter what you are, there always is one thing that is dominant; tough times or changes. That posits that it is not strange to be confronted by it. However, it becomes strange and perilous if you use the wrong mechanisms to tackle it. Bad situations will rule you if you give it rooms and then make yourself a begging tenant. If you also have doubt in your faith, you will easily follow the dark side in your heart, ignoring the shining bright light, which leads to relief. No change will dig big holes in your heart if you really understand the causes and the reasons for you to determine it with well-principled blocks coupled with right mental construction.




One of my favourite activities, which I really enjoyed this holiday, is swimming. Yes, I often swim, but this time, I swam in a different place full of great peace, coldness, quietness, and gentle breezes caressing me all over my body. I used to be of the view that swimming in a pool is full of fun, but the great experience I have had lately has proven that it’s much fun swimming in a  stream or river with dancing trees watching you as you dive and swim. Even when I swam alone in the stream, I still felt the incredible excitement.

My village, Umuokpurukpu, has many streams and rivers, but there is one that seems very special to me and that’s why I spend much time talking and writing about it. It is named "Koki" and it is found very close to the boundary between Etche and Omuma. It flows directly to the Imo River (New Site), which stands as a boundary between the above named local governments.

People, who come to do sand business at Imo River, often go to Koki to bathe and rest before they resume work. Some less often go there to have lunch because of how cool it feels. The place is so nice that there is no day that passes without people going there; even on some Sundays, few people also go there. How wonderful!

Severally, within the holiday period, I went swimming in this stream and I had nice experiences. On the first day, I went swimming with my friends; Ikechi, Udochi, and Smart. I swam until my skin was totally cuddled by goose pimples. I really enjoyed it! On the second day, I decided to go alone and to take some videos and some photos. The trees helped me with the media work where I could not help myself. 

The chirpings of the birds, the breezes of the trees, the coldness of the water, the sharp movements of the colourful fishes of the stream, the softness of the ground of the stream, the slipperiness of the sloppy small hill that leads to the water, the wooden construction in the stream, the rippling sound and movement of the water all made my stay there a thing of great amazement. I do not want to exaggerate my feelings here. So, kindly press the play button of this video to see how the swimming went.



Prior to the year, 2000, schooling in most nursery and primary schools in most local African societies was very fun and interesting. This is because, during the period, the use of slate was very prevalent in Primary One and in nursery classes. Almost every student, who schooled in this era, had one amazing experience or the other, which cannot be easily forgotten. I did my nursery school during this period. Thus, I had many eexperiences, but there is a special one that is very interesting; and I want to share it with you now.

Can you remember the small board held by that little girl in the picture???
It is slate! It is a small wooden blackboard for pupils, who are learning to write both numbers and letters. It was fun to write on it! The only things I wrote on it were ABCD...Z and 123... Numbers 3, 4, 5, and 6, and letters C, E, and F were very difficult; they gave me headache before I learned to write them well.

One Monday morning, we were given a class work to write 1-10 in Nursery 3. For the first time, I got them correctly. I did not write an inverted 5, and my 4 and my 6 were not facing West. So, the teacher drew a very long good with a pink chalk on my slate running from the bottom of the slate to the top. I felt really happy. Quickly, I hid my slate under the Teacher's table so that no one would jealously erase my long good until my mum and other villagers saw it.

After a long break, it was time for English Language. The Teacher instructed every pupil to bring out his or her slate and write her A-G. That means erasing everything we had done earlier on the slate. I refused! Erase my long good in pink chalk? No way! As every pupil did as instructed, I innocently hugged my slate making sure no part was erased.

When the Teacher saw me, she stood up, took her long cain, and started coming towards me very angrily. Immediately, I jumped out through the window alongside my slate. I hid in the bush until the closing bell was rung.

After the closing song and prayer, I ran out of my hiding place and emerged where my friends were with a very long good on my clean slate. I made mockery of they who either had short goods or had no goods at all. And out of anger and envy, one of them erased my precious good and ran away into a nearby bush. I turned red! First, I erased the tiny good on his slate, broke his slate, and still pursued him into the bush.

Fortunately, I caught him, pulled him by his legs, made sure his back touched the ground, and I fed him enough sand. After teaching him a good lesson, I came back to my poor slate, took it, and started crying home! Oh, what an experience!