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Monday, 8 May 2017

Opinion I Imolites, 2019 is Fast Approaching



IMOLITES, 2019 IS FAST APPROACHING
        
The last time I checked from the revered Gregorian calendar, 2019 was arguably fast approaching to the delight of all the political juggernauts in Nigeria and Imo in particular, especially those who belong to the opposition. Mind you; I stand to be corrected as regards accuracy, thus you can as well check your own copy of the said calendar to see things for yourself, or confirm the postulation.
         
A novice by the corner might wish to ask, what about 2019? Yes, a novice or a naΓ―ve person may come up with such question; that is, one who does not know what the country’s political schedule entails. If such enquiry comes to my humble desk, then I would say that 2019 is indeed a highly awaited year; a year that means a lot to any political gladiator in the state and the country at large; a year that is yet to be unfolded but currently speaks volumes.
         
The above analysis implies that the year in question is very loaded. ‘Loaded’, in the sense that, it contains countless things. And we all are not unaware that whatever that’s loaded is usually made up of both the good and the bad. 2019 undoubtedly comprises both goodies and monsters. This is why it remains a moment that has abruptly brought mixed feelings among the teeming Imolites, both home and abroad, who truly acknowledge where the year is actually coming from as well as where it is headed for. Let’s ride on!
        
Away from the suspense, I want to use this opportunity to inform those novices in our midst that 2019 is a year that would usher in another interregnum in the well-celebrated Nigerian political terrain. It is a year that would bring in another set of leaders in the system. Needless to say that it is a year that would definitely be waving farewell to most of the leaders whom are currently in charge of the moving train.
        
This piece is mainly dedicated to the Imo politicians and their followers, the electoral umpire, and Imolites in general. It is necessitated by the compelling need to awaken the consciousness of most of us who are yet to comprehend that as we eagerly await the aforesaid year in a jittery mood, we are required to do so with absolute carefulness and attention; among all, we must be filled with unalloyed spirit of patriotism so that at the end, the result would be beneficial to the state at large.
          
First, our politicians need to understand that it is no longer business as usual; hence, must jettison every obnoxious pattern they are used to. Right now, an average Imolite has obviously become politically aware that he/she would hardly be cajoled into believing in non-existing ‘facts’. An informed citizen of the state is at the moment aware that towards assessing any political aspirant, his/her antecedents cum background mustn’t be taken for granted.
        
In view of this, I want to sincerely appeal to our politicians to endeavour to go back to the drawing board with a view to coming up with a different strategy or pattern, as against the one they were formerly employing. They must do this for their own good because the electorate now know their onions, thus wouldn’t be ready to tolerate stories that were merely manufactured just to discredit others, or those at the opposition. It is now about what you have been able to achieve as a person, and not what your opponent had purportedly done wrongly in the past.
         
At the moment, every politician who is aspiring for any position must be prepared to tender his comprehensive scorecard before the electorate, and not wasting his time cooking up malicious stories or propagandas. Acknowledging this fact early enough would enable them to know if they really deserve to win the people’s support, or if they are qualified for the anticipated post. It suffices to assert that it would instruct them whether to drop the aspiration towards allowing only the qualified ones to continue with the race, or not.
        
The electoral umpire, on their part, need to acknowledge that the race begins now, thus the era of fire-brigade approach has been thrown to the waste-bin where it rightly belongs. They must equally note that anyone who intends to do otherwise might be endangering his/her precious job, or even life. Every one as well as group has suddenly become a watchdog, thus no one is willing to accept anything less than credibility and fairness as keywords.
        
The teeming fans cum supporters of these politicos must also understand that thuggery is no longer in vogue. They must note that the best thing they can do for their political role-models is to advise them to play by the rules; to concentrate on the needful; to reexamine themselves to ensure if they truly deserve their supports come 2019. They ought to comprehend that the children of most of the politicians are all in the Diaspora, or resident abroad, thus they (the supporters) would be the ones to suffer any blunder committed during the awaited period. Most importantly, we must comprehend that the era of party-politics has gone for good; it is now about the personalities involved, and not their respective political parties.
         
Above all, I want to unequivocally tell us that not every one of us would be privileged to witness the aforementioned year. It might sound weird and harsh, but that is the truth. Understanding this fact would enable us to desist from any form of uncalled lifestyle without much ado. In other words, we must begin now to work on our lives toward deleting those attitudes that are out of place. So, it is no doubt a moment for sober reflection as we all know that ‘an unexamined life is not worth living’.
         
I may not be opportune to advise us again, so I expect us to absorb this candid message squarely for the good of all concerned. Yes, 2019 is apparently fast approaching, but it is not an era for do or die affair; rather, a time to do only the needful so that we won’t regret our collective actions subsequently. Think about it!

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ShortStory I Hidden Feature



HIDDEN FEATURE
       The 34-year-old Mr. Gbenga Adeniyi who was still a bachelor couldn’t believe himself that within eight months stay at FranCok Brewery Plc., he could rise to the position of Marketing Manager of one of the branches. He initially absorbed it as a mere dream but later came in terms with the reality. Though he eventually accepted that it was real, he saw the elevation as a sheer luck that could come to anybody, acknowledging that most employees in various firms were still undergoing probation period after eight months of their employment.
        The above perception made him remain humble and focused in his duty post. He was invariably the first person to report to office before any other staff except the gateman who lived on the premises of the company. In spite of the fact that he was one of the major bosses in the branch, he was still acting like a junior staff to the utmost amazement of all and sundry. Gbenga’s visible features were unarguably, to assert the least, unparalleled and the best among equals, particularly when it called for excellence, trustworthiness and dedication.
        “Good day, sir.” Gbenga greeted as he stepped into the office of the Branch Manager (BM), Mr. Ben Kalu.
        “Good day, Mr. Adeniyi.” responded the boss who was dressed in a white caftan as he was seated in his office chair. “Please, sit down.” He offered, gesticulating.
        “Thank you, sir.” Gbenga appreciated, sat on one of the seats sited directly opposite the boss.
       “You are welcome.” said the 43-year-old Mr. Kalu.
        There was a brief quietness. “I sent for you.” The boss broke the silence. “Something has been bothering me.” He hinted, paused. “Not just me, but the entire management.”
        Gbenga was attentive, couldn’t wait to receive the message. “What could that be, sir?” he thought aloud anxiously as he was seated in a black suit.
       “I have been thinking.” quoth Mr. Kalu, leaning his skull on his right arm that stood erectly on the table. “In fact, the management has been thinking.” He quickly corrected.
       Gbenga remained attentive and silent, though perturbed, placing his hands on his laps.
      “Please, remind me,” the boss rode on. “How old are you now?”
       With the question, the picture became clearer to Gbenga, thus he needn’t further exegesis. “I will be 35 by July this year.” He informed, smiling stylishly.
        Since it was April, it implied that in just three months time, he would clock 35-years-old.
       “Interesting.” quoth Mr. Kalu, nodding. “So, what’s your plan?” he added in a jiffy.
       “I don’t understand, sir.” He inquired in false pretence.
       “How?” said the boss. “Isn’t the question self explanatory?”
       “I don’t think so, sir.”
       “At 34, nearing 35, you are still single,” he said. “Though working in a notable company as a Marketing Manager.”
        Gbenga dished out a dazzling smile. “Oh, was that what you meant?” he said. “Well, I am working on it.” He supplemented without much ado.
       “Working on it?”
       “Yes sir.”
       “Meaning..?”
       “Soonest, I shall invite the management.”
         Mr. Ben Kalu smiled heavily. “Are you sure about this?” he asked sceptically.
       “Of course, sir.”
       “Good news, good news!” the boss exclaimed elatedly, allowing his arms to rest on the table. “That means, you have seen the person?” he added.
       “You mean, the lady?”
       “Yes,” quoth the boss. “You have a fiancΓ©e already?”
        Gbenga was speechless, couldn’t attend to the enquiry.
       “Mr. Adeniyi?” the boss aroused his consciousness that seemed asleep.
       “Yes sir.”
       “Didn’t you hear the question?”
        “I heard you, sir.”
        “So..?”
        “Hmm, hmm…” Gbenga murmured.
        “Hmm, what?” said Mr. Kalu furiously. “No answer?”
        “Not really, sir.” replied Gbenga. “Just that…”
        “That what?” the boss interrupted, angered.
          By the look of things, he wasn’t enjoying the suspense in any way.
        “I am still working on it, sir.”
          Mr. Kalu shook his head sympathetically. “For how long will you work on it?” he queried. “I can see you are not serious about this.”
        “Not what you think, sir.” responded Gbenga. “It’s just that women are unpredictable nowadays.” He supplemented. “If you rushed into it, you might be making a big mistake.”
        “You are right, my dear.” concurred Mr. Kalu. “But you just have to be fast.” He conscientized, paused. “Because…” He added, stopped.
        “What sir?”
        “The management is losing patience.” He disclosed hesitantly.
         There was abrupt absolute tranquility. “I will, sir.” Gbenga broke the silence.
        “Alright,” quoth the boss. “You can take your leave.”
        “Thank you, sir.” Gbenga appreciated, attempted to stand up. “Lest I forget, I am very delighted over the concern of the management.” he added. “But I promise you, I won’t let you down.” He assured, stood up.
        “I believe you, Mr. Adeniyi.” replied the boss, still seated. “Just be careful, okay?” he urged.
        “I will, sir.” said Gbenga. “Thank you so much.” He added, about to take his leave.
         Mr. Kalu hastily stretched out his right arm for a handshake; Mr. Gbenga Adeniyi reciprocated to the warmth gesture. “Do have a great day.” The boss wished as he freed his hand.
        “Thank you, sir.” Gbenga responded, turned his back and eventually took his leave majestically in a sober mood.
        When he got to his office that very morning, at about 11:25am, he was occupied with series of thoughts and mixed feelings that he only managed to concentrate on his obligations. Owing to the situation, everyone that walked into his office was haphazardly attended to. People who witnessed the scenario kept wondering what was really eating the workaholic Gbenga up. The day being 30th April, barely twelve days after his promotion, was indeed hell to his person.
        The narration of what transpired thereafter ought to be left till the subsequent edition, so remain tuned.

N.B: This is a continuation of the previous story titled ‘Worthwhile suspense’. Only the title changed.

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ShortStory I Worthwhile Suspense (II)



WORTHWHILE SUSPENSE (II)
        When they got to the premises of their final destination after about an hour’s drive, the apparently 42-year-old driver Mr. Ketu applied the brakes without much ado.
       “Please, excuse us.” the boss Mr. Sule Ibrahim instructed Mr. Ketu while seated firmly in his seat.
       “Okay sir.” concurred Mr. Ketu, opened his door and stepped out.
        At this time Mr. Gbenga Adeniyi was deeply perplexed, though from all indications he was aware of where they were, thus wasn’t in need of any clarification.
        “Do you know where we are?” the boss asked the moment the driver excused them.
        “Yes sir.”
        “Where are we?”
        “The newest branch of our company.”
          He got it right. That was the newest chapter of FranCok Brewery situated in Kogi State, the neighbouring state to where the parent body of the firm was established.
          “Beautiful!” Mr. Ibrahim enthused, looking strongly into his eyes. “Have you been here before?”
          “No sir.”
          “In other words, this is your first time?”
          “Yes sir.”
          “Alright.” quoth Mr. Ibrahim. “Do you know why we are here?”
          “If I say yes, then I am a liar.” Gbenga replied. “I wouldn’t know, sir.” He added in a jiffy.
           Mr. Ibrahim was pleased over the intelligent manner in which he answered the question. “Do you wish to know?” he said.
         “Definitely, sir.” quoth Gbenga, felt like defecating in his seat but summoned courage afterwards.
         “I know you would say I have stressed you so much.” Mr. Ibrahim thought aloud cheerfully, facing him.
         “No sir,” Gbenga refuted. “I am always at your service.”
         Mr. Ibrahim was marveled that he could tender such a response despite all the inconveniences he had caused him so far. “Sure?” he verified.
        “Yes sir.” he frantically replied. “After all, life is all about challenges.” He added.
         The last remark struck the feelings of the boss, thus he became deeply impressed. He looked at him, nodding. “Please, join me.” he urged, attempted to step out. “Let’s take a walk.” He said, eventually stepped out and jammed the car door.
         Gbenga followed suit, although deeply perturbed over what the next line of action entailed. He kept asking himself why the Human Resources Manager (HRM) decided to place him on such rigorous mental test on the first day of the weekdays being Monday. As Mr. Sule Ibrahim led the walk towards the main building of the entire firm, he (Gbenga) didn’t stop looking around the overall premises as he keenly observed each of the staff that passed by, tendering a resounding salutation to the HRM.
        “Gbenga.” the boss called.
        “Yes sir.”
        “Come up, come up.” He enjoined, asking him to walk hand-in-hand with him.
        Immediately, Gbenga doubled his steps and started walking right beside the 47-year-old boss. They were like a father and his son; the same complexion, stature and almost same height. Both were in corporate attire, although the former was in English whilst the latter was in native.
       As they walk passed each of the offices on their way, the workers equally observed them with keen interest. They were eager to know the identity of the lad who was worthy to walk hand-in-hand with the ‘almighty’ HRM. Every staff in the establishment came through the HRM, thus Mr. Ibrahim’s identity was well known. “Who could this be?” one of the female staff named Jennifer whispered to her colleague Ukot of same gender, as they were seated in their office.
       “Maybe he is one of the newest staff.” Ukot thought aloud.
       “Newest staff?” echoed Jennifer.
       “Yes.” quoth Ukot. “Can’t you see, he is new and fresh?”
         Jennifer nodded. “Who knows the department he would be placed under?” she soliloquized, though to the hearing of Ukot.
         Both of them were in the marketing department, and were Masters’ degree holders in Management Science. They were the founding staff of the branch, which was set up about one year back; suffice it to say that they were Gbenga’s senior colleagues. In terms of qualification, they were also his senior because the man in question only had a first degree in Economics to his credit, though he was aspiring to return to school for a post graduate programme as soon as possible.
        “Maybe Production.” Ukot responded.
        “Why do you think so?”
        “Nothing,” said Ukot. “I just think the Production Department needs more hands.”
        “How?”
        “Of course, there are still few personnel in the department.” She observed.
        “Okay ooh..” exclaimed Jennifer.
         In a few seconds time, Mr. Ibrahim kept one of the offices open with one of the keys in his hand, walked in alongside Gbenga.
         It was a well designed, decorated and furnished office. It was conspicuously lacking virtually nothing; needless to assert that it was befitting. An executive chair was sited right before the well-decorated table found in it.
        Mr. Ibrahim calmly sat on one of the seats sited directly opposite the executive one, and instructed Gbenga to sit on the latter which was meant for the host.
        “Sir, you mean I should sit there?” he verified, pointing at the seat in question.
        “Yes,” quoth Mr. Ibrahim. “Go and sit there.”
        “Why, if I may ask?”
        “Because, it is your seat.”
        “My seat..?” asked Gbenga, confused. “How, sir?”
        “Yes,” replied the HRM. “Henceforth, you shall be sitting on this seat.” He informed, gesticulating.
        “I still don’t understand, sir.”
        Before he could finish, the boss dipped his hand in one of his trousers’ pockets, brought out an enveloped letter and stretched it toward him. “Congratulations, Mr. Gbenga Adeniyi,” he exclaimed as he extend the white envelop. “You are now the Marketing Manager of this branch.” He notified eventually.
        “Waow…!” the 34-year-old Gbenga managed to exclaim, received the envelop, opened it hurriedly, and therein discovered that he wasn’t mistakenly informed.
        Immediately, the HRM quickly brought out a bunch of keys from his pocket, equally handed it over to him. “This is your car keys,” he informed as he stretched out his hand. “Your driver as well as the car is waiting for you outside.” He added, smiling heavily.
        “Oh my God..!!” Gbenga shouted, became astonished, couldn’t even bothered sitting on the executive seat as requested.
        “Once again,” quoth Mr. Ibrahim. “On behalf of the Management, I say congratulations.”
         Gbenga hastily walked to him and hugged him tightly and passionately. “Thank you very much, sir.” He appreciated, gushed out tears of joy uncontrollably.
        “You deserve it, my dear.” the boss enthused.
          The drama continued afterwards, so keep a date with us same time next week!

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