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Monday, 3 April 2017

Opinion I Owelle, What Next For Pensioners?



      

OWELLE, WHAT NEXT FOR IMO PENSIONERS?
       
The last time I checked, the revered senior citizens of Imo State were once again ravaged by hunger, that, any observer could insinuate that they have been duped and dumped. Their current physiognomies have suggested for a candid and drastic rescue before the scenario degenerate into an untold and unbearable one.
        
If you don’t have a pensioner in your neighbourhood, please endeavour to take a walk to your vicinity towards ensuring that you embrace the presence of at least one. My last interaction with one of them took me to an unannounced sober mood, thereby made my person shed unimagined tears right before the ‘senior citizen’.
         
The retiree in question told me that after the enormous sacrifice they made to ensure that the government was no longer addressed as a debtor to the pensioners, the least he expected was that they would be seemingly forgotten thereafter. He decried that three months after they had a ‘cordial’ agreement with the government, nothing had been heard from the governor. In order to usher in hope which apparently had been lost, in my own capacity as a stakeholder, I told him that the governor Chief Rochas Okorocha meant well for them, thus he should exercise some patience.
         
It would be recalled that penultimate year, precisely in December 2016, the teeming Imo pensioners released a sigh of relieve. The juicy situation was not unconnected with the laudable gesture displayed by the Rescue Mission Administration led by Governor Okorocha, which necessitated a piece I published on this column titled ‘Owelle’s Yuletide hamper for the Imo pensioners’.
        
At the said era, the government outrightly cleared forty per cent (40%) of 13 months arrears of pension accruable to the retirees, based on the friendly agreement that transpired between the two stakeholders involved. Though the retirees sacrificed something tangible in return, the step taken by the governor was addressed as ‘commendable’ by everyone who means well for the state.
       
Since three months after the lofty scenario, the pensioners are yet to receive even half payment of their pensions form the governor they described as ‘amiable’ having showcased the December 2016 gesture, in spite of the fact that they were promised that as from January 2017, 100% of their entitlements would be regularly paid to them without hesitation. The retirees are presently of the view that they have been duped and relegated.
        
Let the governor not presume that excess money was given to the retirees months ago, thus do not need any dime at the moment. Contrary to such a presumption that might arise from any Imolite, particularly government officials, let it be noted that virtually all the pensioners used the funds to settle their creditors over the backlog of debts they owed. In fact, the funds weren’t even enough for most of them. I’m very close to some of them; hence, I’m in a better position to comprehend their actual plights.
        
Going by the way and manners pensioners are being treated in various quarters across the federation, one may begin to wonder if they are truly senior citizens as they are called by all and sundry. Being treated as second class citizens simply indicates that addressing them as ‘senior citizens’ is just a way of making mockery of their persons. In an organized society, they are invariably regarded as frontiers when it calls for decision-making as regards governance; but in Nigeria, among others, the reverse is obviously the case.
        
I personally weep for these people whenever I see them frantically begging for what they could afford if they are accorded the deserved honour. They have undoubtedly undergone colossal stress during the era they were meritoriously serving the country, thus don’t deserve another round of suffering. It becomes more saddening when realized that they are being deprived of their rights, not privileges; that they are being denied of what they assiduously laboured for; that they are begging for their entitlements.
        
Until we start differentiating categorically between one’s rights and privileges as stipulated in any extant constitution, we would definitely continue to get it wrongly. Till the Nigerian society started seeing salaries and pensioners as rights, and not privileges, the polity would continue to be awash with retrogressive issues when we are yearning for progressive ones. These are facts we must not take for granted.
        
I therefore sincerely use this medium to solicit for these revered citizens, because I’m strongly not unaware that they are passing through both physical and psychological traumas. If the Gov. Okorocha-led government isn’t a compassionate one, or one who detest seeing the masses suffering, I wouldn’t have come up with this critique or appeal in the first place; rather, I would have considered doing otherwise. Having understood that the governor shares the pains of these retirees, but owing to paucity of funds he is being trapped underneath, I thought it wise to use this avenue to ask him to start seeing other projects he is currently carrying out as secondary toward ensuring that payment of pensions is treated as a priority.
        
As much as I immensely appreciate Gov. Okorocha for ensuring that workers’ salaries are paid as and when due till date, he ought to equally acknowledge that these teeming pensioners are damn hungry and vulnerable, thus require absolute care and attention. We must note that a drop of tear from any of them in regard to the ongoing maltreatment could cause an unspeakable harm to the progress of the state at large. Think about it!


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Thursday, 30 March 2017

#WisdomTablets (9)

Take time to Choose a Life Partner
__________________________

The last time I checked, the greater percentage
of most divorce cases or estrangements usually
witnessed in various quarters, was mainly as a
result of impatience on the part of the womenfolk
when it calls for settling down or choosing a life
partner.

In most cases, you would discover that most spinsters
out there are intensely characterized by a can of worms
known as impatience. All they longed for is to fast
forward everything regarding their marital status, which
is a significant way of seeking for any available man to
settle down with.

This set of people must realize that marriage isn't
what one goes into in haste neither is it a competitive
institution. They shouldn't just for the sake of the fact
that all their friends or peers have tied the knots, decide
to do otherwise. You must take time to ascertain if you
are compatible with the person you intend to tie the
connubial knot with. Compatibility and understanding
among married partners are the rudimentary factors
towards sustenance of the union in question.

We all are aware of the social implications of divorce,
or any form of estrangement, in the society at large. In
a nutshell, it truncates the required upbringing of the
concerned child; it causes mental rascality on the part
of the couple involved; it ridicules the social
status of the woman, in particular.

Hence, we are bound to do everything within our reach
to ensure that we made the right choice when the time
comes. Take your precious time to choose someone
you intend to spend the rest of your life with, so that,
you wouldn't decry 'Had I known' in the long run. You
must invariably note that you aren't into any rivalry
with anyone whatsoever. #ThinkAboutIt

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Tuesday, 28 March 2017

ShortStory I Life's Intrigues (II)



LIFE’S INTRIGUES (II)
       “Like I said the other day,” Chukwudi told Damilola as he sat directly opposite her. “You are very pretty.”
        It was their second meeting, which they respectively couldn’t wait to embrace. It was scheduled via a phone call, and was taking place in one of the relaxation joints on the campus after their lecture period, precisely at about 5:35pm. It was exactly two days after their first meeting.
       “Thank you.” She replied, smiling.
       “One more thing,” the lover-boy rode on. “I have noticed you have a good fashion taste.”
        His compliment wasn’t mistaken based on the two occasions he had come across her. Damilola invariably appeared simple but classic, thus you could never find her wanting when it called for fashion. This time, she was clad in a sky-blue skirt, white shirt, white sandals coupled with bluish earrings; she was obviously looking cute and gorgeous to assert the least.
       “Serious..?” she said in false pretence.
       “Of course, you know what I am talking about.”
       “I am flattered.”
       “Honestly, you are always on point.” quoth Chukwudi. “You will be a good media personnel in future.” He added, paused. “You made a suitable choice of course for yourself.”
        “Really?”
        “Yea.” he said. “Mass Communication is to match.”
        “Thank you.”
        “You are welcome.” quoth the apparent host. “Lest I forget, what do you care for?” He demanded immediately.
         They just delved into discussion as soon as they entered the joint, forgetting to make any request. It was ostensibly a long-awaited meeting in spite of the fact that the meeting came barely forty-eight hours after their first encounter.
        “Any soft would be okay.”
        “What about meal?” quoth Chukwudi. “Or, are you not hungry?”
       It was almost 6:00pm, so one who left home in the morning ought to be hungry by that hour of the day.
       “No, snack would be better.”
       “Snack?” said Chukwudi. “Would it be okay by you.” he added, paused. “Can it quench hunger?”
       “I can cope with it.” quoth Damilola. “I will eat when I got home.”
       “Alright.” He surrendered, called the waiter and ordered for all they needed.
        In few minutes time, the steward returned with stainless tray containing two bottles of malt alongside straws, a snack and a plate of stewed white rice. He served accordingly.
       “So, tell me more about yourself.” Chukwudi urged as he devour the rice whose outlook was so appetizing.
       “Myself, myself …” she stammered cheerily, placing her right hand on her chest as she sipped her drink.
       “Yes, yourself.” He reiterated pleasantly, sipped his malt.
       “Alright.” she exclaimed. “I am from Ogun State; the last in a family of five children.”
        She took about fifteen minutes to narrate the needed short story. “And you?” she inquired.
       “From Anambra,” he began. “Third in a family of six children.”
        It took him more than thirty minutes to tender his, as he tried to employ uncalled suspense just to make the narration seem superb and entertaining.
        “So, you would be leaving the school soonest?” observed Damilola.
        “You can say that again.” he concurred. “I can’t wait.”
        “When you leave, I would be all alone.” She confessed subconsciously even though the chap was yet to tender a friendship proposal as the tradition demanded.
        It implied she had already accepted the awaited proposal prior to its disclosure. It was indeed a welcome development for the 25-year-old Chukwudi who had been thinking of the most apt words to use towards asking for an intimate relationship.
       “Nooo…” he exclaimed on hearing the emotional statement, filled with goose pimples. “I would be coming around to see you.” he said, paused as he got his eyes fixed on hers. “I will always be there for you, dear.”
       “Sure?” she enquired passionately.
       “Of course, I promise.” He strongly replied.
       “That is how all men sound,” the 20-year-old Damilola argued. “But at the end, they would mess up with the deal.”
       “Baby, you just have to trust me.” he reaffirmed. “I am different.”
       “So tell me,” she continued. “Don’t you have any woman in your life?”
       “Woman..?”
        He sounded as if he was yet to hear such a word.
       “Yes,” she clarified. “No lady in your life at the moment.”
        Not at all.” He answered eventually with alacrity. “I had never thought of keeping a woman until I met you.” He lied
       “And you want me to believe you?” she calmly queried, though was emotionally moved by his words.
       “So, you don’t believe me?”
       “Not that I don’t,” she said. “Or that, I am doubting you…”
       “So..?” he interrupted, looking into her eyes affectionately.
       “I am only surprised that at your age and level, you don’t have any girl in your life.”
       “You better start believing me.” quoth the lover-boy. “Some men are different.” he asserted, paused. “Or, don’t you believe it?”
       “I do.” She sceptically responded. “But ...”
       “But what again?” he asked tenderly.
       “I am just afraid.”
       “Afraid of what?”
        The enclosed arena seemed so deserted, so they ostensibly had all the space and time to deliberate on personal cum sensitive issues.
       “I don’t want to be heartbroken.”
         He quickly held her hands respectively with his. “Likewise me.” he said. “No reasonable person wishes to be heartbroken, especially if you don’t cheat on your partner.”
       The last statement seemingly calmed her emotions down, thus she abruptly became relaxed. “Alright, I am so sorry for expressing doubts.” she said. “I was only trying to be careful”
       “I understand.” quoth Chukwudi. “You don’t need to be sorry because you did the right thing.” He added still holding her hands.
        She watched him with optimum amazement.
       “And I promise you once again,” he proceeded. “I won’t let you down.” he said, paused. “Okay?”
        She nodded.
        This time, it was past six O’clock; hence, they hurriedly finished their drinks cum all consumables, and left for their various lodges. Before he went to his residence, he escorted her to hers.
       The moment Damilola got home, she felt fulfilled not unlike one who just won a lottery. She couldn’t hide the feelings that her roommate, Chinwe saw everything for herself. “Dami, what is the secret of this over joy?” she inquired.
       “Someone just made my day.” Damilola replied hesitantly.
       “Hmm..” Chinwe said. “A guy, I guess?”
        Damilola dished out a dazzling smile, and nodded in a jiffy. “How did you know?” she supplemented.
       “This is my second year in this school.” Chinwe replied. “So, I have known how a year-one student feels when she is proposed by a man.” she added, paused. “Especially if the guy is in a higher level.”
       “Meaning?” Damilola inquired anxiously, reacting to the last utterance.
       The intriguing story continues next week, so keep a date with us!

 
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