Monday, August 13, 2007

The dead speak?!

First off, lets get the introductions out of the way. As you all should know by now...the name's Jeff. First of a family of 9 and a proud member of the KIA squad...(More on that in the future). Been around for quite sometime and survived a whole lot...Favorite incident would be the cow accident of 2002 that left me scared for life. Though i must admit...it gives me a new story to tell when in the mist of those that wonder...I live in Nigeria, a nation that is chaotic to say the least but at least boasts of one simple thing...true freedom. Such is to be expected since the country is technically lawless. Yes yes...we have laws, but who obeys them?

The police are bribed on a daily basis or patrol the roads and streets requesting for money from the citizens. The citizens do everything in their power to make sure they get things done their way and always try to find a way to hussle out of something. The politicians in the government steal the nation's money everytime they can and then turn on each other when one takes or acts more than he is allowed to (if such a thing exists). The shark eats the fishes, the bigger shark eats the regular sharks, and the whales...well you get the point. Taxes are a joke except for large companies, especially oil companies. And most importantly, we all live our lives always trying to make more money and hardly ever thinking of the creativity in anything we do. In such a nation, who would dare say they aren't truly free? Yet its amazing that people like me and all those others that are truly creative, insightful, and gifted in many ways survive and make it through all this to shine.

Its quite simple really, there is always light where there is darkness. And vice versa. Which is why i always laugh when i hear people talk about a world of peace and goodness only...sorry people...but that will never be. Just as every human is born different in his or her own way, so it is for such things in life. And now that am done ranting...here's a little bit of whats been happening in my life.

Its been pretty much a week of heavy violence within the city of Port Harcourt. The battle between different militant factions (keep in mind that these militant factions are funded by politicians within the state and have the agendas of the politicians in mind) within the city have poured out into the streets affecting innocent civilians...civilians like me...that was forced to pull a bond driving move so as to avoid stray bullets and other cars also trying to avoid the bullets as well. A reverse 180 in a benz coupe...yeah...am definitely gonna remember that for a while...

If the life of a dead man is so exciting...i wonder how the living are doing...

7 comments:

Unknown said...

nice blog! I like the intro, very poetic though why u gotta refer to urself as a dead man? It's a little weird, could really freak pple out. Also, what u mean by u exist to no one, that too is a little freaky!

Toochi said...

hey zombie! you see? i never doubted you bruv! keep repping and keep em coming! i'll get you thge traffic as promised...hang in there you black monster;)i.e black santa)*wink*

Toochi said...

hey zombie!;) i never doubted your "dead" writing skillz. nice one man...hilarious.. keep em coming and be sure to get that traffic as promised you big black monster i.e black santa *wink*

UnNaked Soul said...

Dead man? hmmm... more weird than I thot...

blog on! *wink*

Mrs Somebody said...

Why do you call yourself a dead man?

shhhh said...

welcome to blogville son. u r right about the state of thing, though its something we know. good spin on the fact we are truly free(although the downtrodden may disagree!)

TDVA said...

yeah, i'd really like to read about what it's like living in ph with all the wahala.