To give birth a virgin

It was in the life of Mary

To give birth a virgin

Mother of Jesus

How was that not impossible

Questions to answers we may never fully know

That her hymen was not pierced

Not first by the phallus of a man

When she conceived her child

Relating orally

Petting to keep in virginity

Not the problem of a man

As it slipped through the crack

Artificially inseminated

She lost her virginity

Delivered of a baby

The unpaid staff of the social media business

Users and computers in an enterprise IT system are monitored for performance, (in)security and auditing purposes. And as we’ve seen and heard, users in social media platforms are similarly monitored.

A user, in sharing information—whether public or private—on the platform, has also shared information with an unseen ‘friend’. This friend, the platform’s self, mines and processes users’ information and generates ‘knowledge’ that may be used to monetise users’ use of the platform.

Users are provided facilities to do their jobs, and they get paid for doing so. But the users in the Facebook ecosystem, for instance, have no share of her profits. They should perhaps just be grateful that they have facilities to do their jobs or pass their time.

Imagine what might happen if the users go on strike for 6 months…? Or all resign at the same time?

Nigeria(ns) Sef

Even in the most terrible of situations,
these people build humour.
You might wonder whether it’s a coping mechanism.
We wonder too.
It seems almost innate to make jests in a storm;
and more so after the dusts have settled.
Afterall, it is the more you can do while trying your best—or after.
Viktor Frankl might be proud.

My generalisation may be incorrect, but the average Nigerian feels entitled to the proverbial ‘national cake’; the one those in goverment—and their croonies—have been feasting on for longer than the youths can remember. The youths have learned too. And a good number have successfully tried to partake of the global cake, sometimes considering it the easier option.

In a country like Nigeria it can be difficult to properly identify those most in need of the covid-19 foods palliatives. Certainly, there are poor people that don’t look as poor and ‘rich’ people that don’t look as rich. We’ve heard of a one-legged man who begs for alms; he has a house, nice clothes etc. People struggling in their hussle, and who may not even have a piece of land to build a house on happily give him money; apparently he’s cool, standing in traffic…. Please don’t take this the wrong way.

There’s no country like Nigeria.

So a warehouse was found in Lagos last week, or thereabout, with foodstuff branded as palliatives for the 2020 lockdowns inspired by a desire to stave off the mysterious SARS-COV-2 virus touring the nation. It was looted. People have been scouring other states for similar warehouses. About a week before that I came across two pictures placed side by side. One showed packaged noodles distributed as palliative while the other, nice looking meals packed for those in the ‘endSARS’ … protests. The message was clear. Now partially vindicated by the discovery of the warehouse(s). We’ve at least seen where [some of] the money went.

Stop the burning and looting, biko! But they will not be consoled—even after. The miscreants have taken over. I fear some of them are the same people contributing to insecurity at some bus-stops … when it’s dark—usually.

It now seems like the art of governance is tantamount to the art of personal enrichment. Where the people in power create schemes to skim—no, shovel—national/state/local government income into their personal/family and croonies pockets. (I’ve heard randomly that one former governor is an innovator in this field of studies.)

Those ‘under’ them in government, perhaps now, so as ‘not to carry last’, have their methods too. You may have to pay transport money to someone to move your file through/to the required desk, for instance. The issue is now systemic; having a life of its own. People could even get hired/fired based on how well they maintain the status quo. Certainly, that makes good business sense. The business of goverment is business afterall. It just has been largely for the benefit of a select—the special ones. Bad still, the private sector is not spared. Yet, the many awesome and smart and honest and pleasant … Nigerians keep the ball rolling.

I heard someone exclaim jovially, “Omo, wahala dey!” (meaning that there is trouble), while discussing possible solutions to some of Nigeria’s pressing problems. In all, we closed with “Nigeria go better”, (taken from a song) a phrase of hope, but in reality sometimes spoken with a tone of resignation—well, not today.

The Nigerian Eagle has landed (spoken as a prophecy). We fly green-white-green.

Memories

He never seems to leave her
because she lives inside;
the pleasant and the hard
and all the shades between.

Touch me,
move me,
hamper me,
heal me;
complicit in where I am today—
where I am tomorrow
if I’ll let.

To choose because of you;
to choose despite you;
you appear as you will
something to relish or leave.

Love.

Experience.

People.

Choices.

Living.

Memories.

I need you — Just because

I need you because I want you;
the converse could be stressful.

I want you because I want to love you;
I want to love you because—just because.

Je ne sais quoi.

God does not appear to need man;
yet he lives and acts as though he does—just because.