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Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Opinion I Of The Trump's Immigration Order and Its Intrigues


UNDERSTANDING THE TRUMP’S IMMIGRATION ORDER, AND ITS INTRIGUES
       
On Friday 27th January 2017 – barely a week after assumption to duty – the current President of the United States (U.S) in the person of Mr. Donald Trump abruptly signed an Executive Order that severely restricts immigration from seven Muslim countries on any visa category including Iraq, Iran, Syria, Somalia, Sudan, Libya and Yemen as well as suspends refugee admission into the country, for 120 days. The order equally bars all Syrian refugees indefinitely.
        
According to the said leader, the ban which applies only to non-U.S citizens was not targeted at a certain religion as being presumed in most quarters; rather, it was meant to affect nations that had been potentially of great security threat to the U.S. In his words, some nations – particularly Arab – had been noted to constitute security nuisance to the U.S, thus it was high time such lingered anomaly is aptly addressed.
        
The ban implies that anyone with the U.S citizenship – whether via natural-born or naturalization – is not affected, though on Sunday January 29 the White House’s Chief of Staff Mr. Reince Preibus disclosed on NBC’s programme titled ‘Meet the Press’ that Customs and Border Patrol (CBP) agents would have ‘discretionary authority’ to question U.S citizens coming from the seven countries.
         
The order included individuals who are permanent residents of the U.S otherwise known as the ‘Green-Card holders’, who are travelling overseas to visit their respective families or for work-related matters, although a senior administration official while drawing clarity to the order the following day informed that their applications would be considered on a case-by-case basis. He further stressed that permanent residents from the affected countries who are in the U.S would have to meet with a Consular officer before leaving the country (U.S).
        
It’s noteworthy that the order in question also targets individuals of the affected countries who hold dual citizenship with another country. For instance, a person who holds both Iranian and German citizenships, or an individual who hails from Libya and also holds Nigerian citizenship or vice-versa. But it doesn’t apply to people who hold the U.S citizenship alongside citizenship of any of the affected countries, although based on reliable reports a CBP agent can presumably interrogate such a person in regard to his/her discretion.
        
The order has been widely criticized by various legal personnel as it is being argued by several analysts that it would negatively affect the U.S trade relation with the listed countries, whilst on the contrary in some quarters, it has gained countless accolades and what have you. It has led to massive protests at several airports across the U.S where people with valid documentation were detained.
         
However, legal challenges against those detentions recorded tremendous success. Judges in four cities of the U.S to include Boston, New York, Virginia and Seattle ruled against the detention. The rulings seemed to be limited to those people already at the U.S airports or in transit as at the time the order was pronounced, thus they didn’t ostensibly say anything about the legality of the president’s action.
        
Though any president of the U.S has broad discretion under the extant law to bar a class of persons deemed detrimental to the country’s security from entering into the country within any stipulated period and Mr. Trump isn’t exempted from such immunity, it’s pertinent to acknowledge that there are a few intriguing aspects of the abrupt executive order which perhaps isn’t peculiar to the U.S.
        
Regarding the dual citizenship part of the said ban, it has been reliably gathered that the United Kingdom (U.K) is not affected. The U.K Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, Mr. Boris Johnson revealed penultimate week that the U.S had assured him it didn’t apply to the U.K nationals. This significantly and amazingly implies that anyone who hails from the U.K and equally holds citizenship from any of the affected seven countries, or vice-versa, is automatically exempted from the order. One may begin to wonder why only the U.K, or probably among its likes, would enjoy such preference.
        
Similarly, it would be recalled that Saudi Arabia was the major suspect in the 9/11 terror incident that brought down the World Trade Centre situated in New York, U.S.A, which was apparently masterminded by the Late Osama bin Laden. Yet the said country was exonerated from the listed countries that pose threat to the United States’ security. How do you reconcile this? Even such countries as Pakistan and Egypt that are globally reckoned to be affiliate of some widely recognized vices were also exempted from the list.
        
While pondering over the observation, you may be of the notion that President Trump’s action was informed by mere personal interest rather than America’s. As much as I appreciate his boldness toward putting up such courageous policy – though temporarily – he must as well comprehend that an action targeted towards addressing a country’s security issues isn’t supposed to be one-sided or carried out owing to individual aim.
         
He had already stated prior to his inauguration on January 20, 2017 that him alongside his team would make America strong, proud, safe, and great again. Hence, the best we could do at the moment is to hope his reign truly means well for the highly revered U.S. Think about it!


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ShortStory I Rare Metamorphosis



RARE METAMORPHOSIS
      “Nah wah ooh,” Rita exclaimed. “There is no market this night.”
      “My dear, no single customer till now.” said Kate. “Not even short time.” She added, referring to the least aspect of the occupation.
       The duo was young and prettily-looking whores who had displayed their wares, as usual, at the front of the brothel were they relentlessly practised their perceived lucrative ‘profession’ on a daily basis. Unlike before, at almost 11:00pm, no one had attempted to walk into either of the offices let alone pricing the showcased commodities which were seemingly very attractive to any prospective client’s delight. As they stood closely to each other – virtually starkly nude, they could not help but kept lamenting over the no patronage which was very unusual.
       Though they were not the only sluts at the arena, they seemed to be more related owing to their ages; both were in early 20s, contrary to others whom were far older and more experienced in the trade. As a result of their naivety, they were invariably quick in dishing out lamentations whenever they faced any discouraging moment as regards patronage, even when others felt relaxed hoping that their nets must surely capture some fish before the day breaks.
        “This one really tire me ooh.” continued the light-skinned Rita who was plump and about 5.2-foot tall.
        “No be only you.” The chocolate and slim Kate added equally in vernacular; she was almost of the same height with the former.
        “What are we going to do now?” quoth Rita, frowning.
        “If you ask me,” said Kate. “Na who I go ask?”
        “The worse is that, I am damn hungry here,” Rita revealed. “And I don’t even have a dime on me as we speak.”
        “Hmm,” Kate murmured. “My own hunger is more troubling.”
        Another unique feature between the duo was that they appeared more learned than the rest. They could make use of English Language fluently; they only used vernacular for the fun’s sake.
        Rita quickly glanced at her wristwatch – it was 11:10pm. “My dear,” she said. “We can’t continue like this oh.”
        “So,” quoth Kate. “What do you suggest?”
       Before she could finish the sentence, an ash-coloured Mazda 929 drove to their front and parked. Within a twinkle of an eye, Kate hastily double-crossed her colleague and ran towards the supposed client who had wind down the car window, but the guest signaled Rita asking her to come over, ignoring the former.
       Kate who felt so awful and disappointed, stylishly returned to her initial position, as her friend responded to the call. “Na wa ooh!” she soliloquized. “So, I just ran for nothing?” She added as she stood aloof.
       “Fine girl, how are you?” the man said cheerily the moment Rita got to the car in her high-heeled psychedelic foot wears.
       “Oga, I am fine oh.” Rita responded as she stood at the car door, trying to make her visible boobs look more irresistible.
        The august visitor who seemed to be in his late 30s smiled as he ostensibly admired her antics which were targeted to lure him into the net. “How much for a night?” He inquired, still seated in his car seat.
       “You mean, a whole night?” she verified, placing her two hands on the car window, whilst her boobs and sexy eyes were focused on the prey.
       “Yes, a whole night.”
       “You know sey you be Oga?” she teased in Pidgin. “Just twenty thousand naira.”
       “Twenty what?” he roared, surprised.
       “Is like this is your first time, bros?”
       “Meaning?”
       “The way you exclaimed baffles me.”
       “How?”
       “A regular customer can’t display such look just because of price.”
        He was marveled at her use of English Language, though became a little bit uncomfortable by her words. Hence, he assumed she must be educated, but wondered what could make a promising and pretty young lady to delve into a dirty occupation of this kind.
       “Bros, are you there?” she verified, waving her right hand, trying to awaken the guest’s consciousness that was carried away by the intriguing thoughts.
       “Yes, yes, I am here.” He lied. “Well, let me offer you ten thousand.” He hastily added.
       “10k?” she said. “No naow bros, 10k is not enough for wholesale purchase.” She responded, still wondering what could have made him to appear so thoughtful awhile ago.
        “Okay, twelve thousand.” The guest persistently bargained.
        “Bros, don’t forget,” she said. “All these stuffs would be all yours oh.” She reminded, making him realize every of her endowments by twisting herself.
        Her hips, bum, and of course the boobs were all to match. She had everything at the right place, just to assert the least.
       Kate kept watching them afar as the melodrama lingered. “These people should do and leave my presence.” She murmured. “They are just blocking my space.”
       “Okay, what of 15k?” He inquired.
       “Now you have come.” Rita appreciated. “I am all yours tonight.” She said, hurriedly walked towards the other side of the car, hopped in and jammed the door. “Byeeeee!” She waved at Kate.
       “Yes ooh,” Kate responded, gesticulating. “Give him the best style oh.” She teased.
        The dude smiled.
       “Bros, take care of my baby oh.” She added.
        They drove off. “My name is Stanley.’ He notified while on the steering.
        “Rita.” She succinctly replied.
         Stanley nodded. “Rita, you are very beautiful, I must confess.” he enthused in a jiffy.
         “Thank you.” she reluctantly said. “I have known that since I was 10.” She added.
         “Really?”
          “Ya.”
          “Interesting.”
           There was an abrupt silence.
          “So, where are we up to?” she broke the silence.
          “Hilltop Estate.” He informed.
           The said arena, which was about 6km away, was where well-to-do individuals lived.
          “Alright.” She said, felt elated. “You must be a politician.”
          “No, why did you say so?”
         “I know Hilltop is where big men reside.”
          Stanley smiled. “Is it only politicians that are wealthy in the country?”  
          “No, but most of them are politicians.” Rita asserted. “They are the ones empting our national treasury while the poor keep getting poorer.”
         Stanley looked at her, amazed. “I have been watching you.” He said. “You sound so intelligently.”
         “Sure?”
         “Yes of course.”
         “Thank you.”
         “So, what do you do?” He mistakenly enquired, forgetting he picked her up from a brothel.
          He actually wanted to know if she was a student or a graduate of any college.
          She was shocked at the question. “How ..?” she managed to utter.
         “Oh sorry, that was a slip of tongue.” He quickly apologized.
         “You are funny.” She observed cheerfully.
           He couldn’t utter any other word till they got to their destination. In ten minutes time at about 11:40pm, they arrived at his residence.
         What transpired thereafter, which was more fascinating, ought to be narrated subsequently. So, keep a date with us come next week, while you keep the reactions flowing.


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ShortStory I Misplaced Priority (II)



MISPLACED PRIORITY (II)
      Ifeoma who was already intensely shocked and confused as she caught the sight of the weird and mind-boggling scene, subconsciously broke her movement afar like an electrocuted being. “Ikenna ..!” She managed to exclaim.
     “Ify ..” He responded, still flabbergasted.
      The lady by his side preferred to act like a spectator as the melodrama proceeded.
      “What is going on here?” Ifeoma said, moved closer to them.
      “What is it?” he rhetorically tendered. “Besides, you never told me you were coming?”
       She ignored the query. “Who is this?” she enquired, pointing at the guest.
       “Well,” quoth Ikenna. “This is Chinwe.” He answered, laid his right arm on the guest’s shoulders.
       “So, who is she?”
        Chinwe remained calm and attentive.
       “She’s my fiancΓ©e, if you must know.” He replied unequivocally.
       “Fian… what?”
       “Fiancee.”
       “Am I dreaming or something?”
       “Since I understood you weren’t ready to settle down, I decided to have a second thought.”
       “But I told you I was working on it?”
       “For how long?” Ikenna quarreled. “What do you take me for; a fool?” he added, furiously stood up.
       “Then, why did you tell me you were coming to my place today?”
       “I actually wanted to tell you that I have found my real love.” he responded, looked at Chinwe whom was still seated calmly. “But I later realized it was irrelevant.” He concluded, resumed his seat.
       At this point, Ifeoma couldn’t withstand the pressure and shame which still seemed not unlike a mere dream, thus she hastily turned her back on them and dashed out of the apartment amidst intense tears. When she got outside, she realized her car’s door wasn’t closed, but her already boiling senses weren’t bothered by the observation. She hopped into the black Toyota Jeep in the tattered mood and drove off.
       There won’t be a suitable way to describe how she reacted on her way back home. While on the steering, she felt like undressing herself. Everything abruptly became so worthless to her person. The pink T-shirt she wore seemed drenched which wasn’t unconnected with the unsolicited fathomless sweats that kept coming. She was seemingly, to say the least, hot and crazy.
      “Who was that?” Chinwe asked Ikenna.
       The question came a few minutes after Ifeoma’s departure while they were still seated in the settee right in the lounge room.
       “She is Ifeoma.” Ikenna replied reluctantly.
       “That’s not what I asked.”
       “So?”
       “Who’s she to you?”
       “What else do you want to hear?” quoth Ikenna. “Didn’t you hear all the discussions?”
        Ikenna hooked up with Chinwe barely a few weeks back having decided to forget everything about Ifeoma whose attitude was unbecoming, and she (Chinwe) had agreed to settle down with him.
       “So you have been double dating?” queried Chinwe who was still curious.
       “Double dating who and who?” Ikenna said. “Since I met you, I have not even sighted her.”
       “Then why is she still following you?”
        Ikenna was speechless.
       “Besides, why didn’t you quit the relationship before searching for another woman, if you are truly done with her?”
       “Wait, what are you insinuating?”
       “Exactly what you think.” She said, frowning.
       “Let me assume I didn’t hear you clearly.”
       “You have not still answered my question.”
       “Like you heard earlier,” quoth Ikenna. “I planned to be at her place today and break the news to her.” He said, paused. “But your visit obstructed everything.”
       Chinwe’s visit disorganized Ikenna’s proposed visit to Ifeoma’s place. She actually took him unawares, thus there was no how he could proceed with the plan. And she had never heard of Ifeoma either.
       “Oh my God!” Chinwe exclaimed.
       “You have nothing to worry about,” Ikenna conscientized. “I will take care of everything.” He assured, looking into her sexy eyes.
       “With the look on that lady’s face,” quoth Chinwe. “She could be up to something …” She presumed.
       “Like I said,” Ikenna interrupted, attempting to kiss her. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” He landed, eventually kissed her and made her to lean on his hairy chest.
       When Ifeoma arrived home, she removed all her wears excluding panties and bra while in the sitting room, went for a bottle of brandy at her bar and began to devour it without a glass whilst seated on one of the bar’s stools.
      “What’s happening to me?” she thought, looked very weird. “This is all my fault.” She admitted.
       She madly stood up with the bottle in her left hand, confusedly walked towards her room, but eventually returned to the bar and sat down. This time, she was seated on another stool. “I caused this,” she lamented aloud. “I caused it!” She reiterated, felt like fisting herself severally.
       Some seconds later, she abandoned the drink which had already gotten to half, went for another bottle. This time, she preferred whiskey. She began to empty the already popped bottle without much ado. She drank, and drank until she got to stupor.
       When she regained her consciousness at about 5.05pm on that very day, she found herself in a hospital bed to her utmost surprise. By her bedside was one of her male friends named Kelvin.
       Kelvin was one of the men in her life and she never loved him a bit because to her, he wasn’t even promising let alone successful. He visited her apartment on that fateful afternoon having called her number severally all to no avail, only to meet her lying on the tied floor starkly nude. He managed to dress her before rushing her to a nearby hospital.
       Few seconds on, she looked at Kelvin, smiled, never bothered to inquire how she got to the hospital. It appeared she understood the scenario. “Thank you.” She told him.
      “You are welcome, dear.”
      “Will you marry me?” She asked desperately.
       The eyes of the 40-year-old Kelvin popped open, felt very amazed to hear such rare words from her. He had invariably adored her and thought she could never think of accepting any marriage proposal from him let alone seeing such thing coming from her tongue. He tried to ascertain if he was dreaming, but behold it was a reality.
        He quickly held her classy hands with his while she still lay in the bed. “You mean,” he uttered. “You will marry me..?”
        She nodded, smiling.
       “Yes of course, I will marry you.” he said with alacrity. “You are everything I need in this world.”
       “Really..?”
       “Of course!”
       “Thank you so much.”
        Two months later, they tied the connubial knots to people’s utmost amazement including her fans. They were deeply marveled to observe that the ‘almighty’ Ifeoma could settle for the least on her list.
       Before the marriage, Ikenna had already wedded Chinwe - his newest love.

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