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Achievements and their claimants

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Noel Ihebuzor

It is amazing how much we can “ACHIEVE” when we define our targets with such looseness and when we bring down the bar of metrics to very low points. When we do that, waking up becomes an achievement and brushing one’s teeth becomes a super achievement. In a climate of loose definitions and lowered expectations, leaders in search of achievements to celebrate do not need look too far. Visiting a school becomes an achievement. Receiving a group of citizens is celebrated with the same panache reserved for the discovery of a new economic theory. It should therefore not surprise that our new kid on the block has ACHIEVED so much because of the slack targets & loose indicators that his media team and supporters have been and are still pushing for him. But those who must claim or sell achievements should first read up impact, causal theory, logic models and attribution theory. Claiming trivia and the mundane as achievements simply trivializes serious business and the claimants. Worse still, claiming responsibility for the success of events conceptualized, planned, nursed and “ante-natal cared’ for by another before your arrival is plagiarism. Hoha!

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wEtin dey hAppen?

by

Noel Ihebuzor

Spiralling out of control, spinning,
tumbling into free fall,
our Nero chases rodents
his followers cheer on,
reason & vision drowned

I had just read a report of a Bomb explosion in PH this morning.

Yesterday, ChannelsTV reported that GMB made very critical remarks on the GEJ’s administration’s handling of the BH insurgency when the BBOG group, who were strategic allies in GMB’s campaign, came calling. He forgot to tell his audience that at critical moments in the GEJ government’s efforts to deal with BH, He (GMB) made remarks calculated to discourage any robust muscling up of effort. He forgot to mention that of some his unfortunate cooments sounded like poorly disguised apologia for the BH savages. Even worse was the fact that GMB was making those remarks at the BBOG reception against the backdrop of his own seeming inability to respond creatively to the recrudescence of BH carnage right under his nose and on his incipient 40 day old watch. I almost flipped. Your house dey burn, you dey chase mouse, playing blame games, looking for cheap popularity and offering hollow over-used excuses! So I hastily scribbled these incoherent lines in the poem above as catharsis. Forgive the imperfections.

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9

The Charleston shooting reminds us painfully of the savage that lurks within us….so sad, so shameful.

Susan L Daniels's avatarSusan Daniels Poetry

In tarot
9 is completion/attainment
the ending and the beginning

Not alpha and omega
but this 9
9 meeting to pray
9 deaths

are a numerology
of loss

something uncountable
and hopefully over
because we are full of it

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Lessons from NASS

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Noel Ihebuzor

Lesson from NASS 7. Winners are not whinners. They take a fall, clean nyash and bounce back.

Lesson from NASS 6. The come-back kid always kicks ass.

Lessons from NASS 5. In defeat, organise more and agonize less.

Lessons from NASS 4. Numbers matter, but strategic leveraging is everything.

Lessons from NASS 3. Size matters but it is how you use it that matters the most.

Lessons from NASS 2. In defeat, don’t lose your head.

Lessons from NASS 1. In victory never get cocky or complacent.

Key lesson – Public display of control and “Dictat” breed resentment. Appeal is superior to ordering and commanding in building consensus.

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Vive Adesina, Vive NOI, Vive GEJ, Vive le Nigeria

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“Nigeria got a lift, and was on everybody’s lips. When Adesina was announced, he beckoned for Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala to come, and they hugged, he said she is his elder sister, who has done so much for his success. Truly, NOI was the giant that did the negotiations.
For the first time in a long time, I shed tears of joy for Nigeria.I wish we have more of such occasions.It was such a moving sight for me, nobody was talking about whether you are Igbo, Fulani, Hausa or Yoruba, it was Nigerians………
I was so fulfilled by the success of another…..
…..life could be this beautiful…..
Job done.Packing my stuff, nothing else to do here in Abidjan, waiting for the next Air Cote d’ Ivoire flight to Lagos, to go and queue for fuel again.” Kelechi Deca

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this part here

Lenses, prisms and prisons!

nikki skies's avatarNikki Skies

This is the day the newly established homeless man stripped down to his underwear in the laundry mat and pleaded with the children to stop laughing at him because it was all he had and at least he kept it clean…

This is for my nervousness when I see a shuffled haired white man in the post office with a large duffel bag…
This is me realizing this is how white women must feel when she passes a black man on the street…

This smile is for the day my nephew put his new football on the phone for me to talk to it
then left the room
This is me imagining what his 11 month old sister thought when she walked in the room and had to choose between a football or a telephone yelling her name…

This is in spite of my prayers for love I think he’s…

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Grandmama knew God

Remembering…sweet nostalgia.

nikki skies's avatarNikki Skies

I’m remembering when God let neighbors smack your hand for stealing
when God had you squealin’ cause Grandmama pinched you under the armpit
Sit still in church / Cross your legs / is what she told you the first four times

Grandmama knew all that and more!
I’m remembering God being there
Broke ankle / sprained back / cracked finger bone / car wreck
stealing hearts
She would whisper, “thank you God, you’re still here”

I remember
when I found homemade hooch in the cellar
and decided to take a sip or two
God was there / so Grandmama knew!
she washed it down with a capful of castor oil
I never did that again.

Grandmama knew God
I remember.
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for daughters and mothers

Great piece. A must read for all women!

nikki skies's avatarNikki Skies

For daughters who hate mothers for
not being Grandma
For mothers who hate daughters
Cause she thinks she know it all
If only they’d not played with baby dolls
maybe both wouldn’t be disappointed
with Reality.

This is for the daughters from mothers
Who are now mothers of daughters
That meet at the shore of unforgiving
whose hearts are prematurely laid to rest
Tomb stone reading.. fear

This is for mothers who hate daughters for being just like them
This is for daughters who hate mothers for not teaching them any better
For mothers with old tricks that no longer separate the sun from recycled patio air
For daughters with paper doll necks held upright with duct taped thoughts of suicide
both parked on one way streets without life’s permission to do so
…faces marked hourly with tears

This is for way too tired mothers
Who have true dreams of…

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