You Make The Difference

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Taking a break from our ongoing series, Diary of a CU student (Not that we have a choice, internet connection can’t seem to find the charts this days)… If you haven’t read them, you should though ;  http://t.co/9Ys3WN4FXi

Tonight, we bring quite a speech. Delivered by a 13 year girl, you would think it was scam but as I watched her, I had to admit; I was getting too old. Time isn’t on my side anymore if am to make an impact on the world. If a 13 year old child could make the world leaders in her time pause to think, you are old yourself.

So below this is her speech, I hope it inspires you as it did me. But most of all, I hope you get motivated to start on the road to making a change.

Bless you.

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UNITED NATIONS CONFERENCE ON ENVIRONMENT AND DEVELOPMENT.

Rio de Janerio 3-14, June 1992

Hello, I’m Sverri Suzuki speaking for ECO, the environmental children’s organization.

We are a group of 12 and 13 year olds trying to make a difference; Vanessa Suthe, Morgan Geisler, Michelle Quigg and me. We’ve raised all the money to come here ourselves, from 5000miles to tell you adults you must change your ways.

Coming up here today, I have no hidden agenda, I am fighting for my future. Losing my future is not like losing an election or a few points on the stock market. I am here to speak for all generations to come. I am here to speak on behalf of the starving children around the world whose cries go unheard. I am here to speak for the countless animals dying across this planet because they have no where left to go.

I am afraid to go out in the sun now because of the holes in our ozone. I am afraid to breathe the air because I don’t know what chemicals are in it. I used to go fishing in Vancouver, my home with my dad until just a few years ago, we found the fish full of cancers. And now we hear of animals and plants going extinct every day, vanishing forever. In my life, I have dreamt of seeing great herds of wild animals, jungles and rain forests full of birds and butterflies but now I wonder, if they would even exist for my children to see.

Did you have to worry of these things when you were my age? All this is happening before our eyes and yet we act as if we have all the time we want and all the solutions. I’m only a child and I don’t have all the solutions but I know I want you to realize; neither do you. You don’t know how to fix the holes in our ozone layer, you don’t know how to bring the salmon back up in a dead stream, you don’t know how to bring back an animal now extinct and you can’t bring back the forest that once grew where there is now a desert.

If you don’t know how to fix it, please stop breaking it. Here, you may be delegates of your government, business people, organizers, reporters or politicians but really, you’re mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles, and all of you are someone’s child. I’m only a child and yet I know we are all part of a family, five billion strong, in fact 30 million species strong and borders and governments would never change that. I’m a child and yet I know we are in this together and should act as one single world towards one single goal.

In my anger, I am not blind and in my fear, I am not afraid of telling the world; this is how I feel.

In my country, there is so much waste, we buy and throw away, buy and throw away,… buy and throw away and northern countries would not share with the needy. Even when we have more than enough, we are afraid to share, we are afraid to let go of some of our wealth.

In Canada, we live the privileged life with plenty of food, water and shelter. we have watches, bicycles, computers and television sets. The list can go on for two days. Two days ago here in Brazil, we were shocked when we spent time with some children living on the street. This is what one child told us; I wish I was rich and if I were, I would give all these street children food, clothes, medicines, shelter and love and affection.

If a child on the street who has nothing is willing to share, why are we who have everything still so greedy? I can’t stop thinking that this are children my own age that it makes a tremendous difference where we were born. That I could be one of those children living in the favela of Rio. I could be a child starving in Somalia or a victim of war in the middle east, or a beggar in India.

I am only a child, yet I know if all the money spent on war is spent on finding environmental answers, ending poverty and finding treaties, what a wonderful place this earth would be!

At school, even in kindergarten, you teach us how to behave in the world. You teach us to not fight with others, to work things out, to clean up our mess, not to hurt other creatures, to share and not to be greedy. Then why do you go out and do the things you tell us not to do?

Do not forget why you’re attending these conferences, who you’re doing this for, we are your own children. You are deciding what kind of the world we’re growing up in. Parents should be able to comfort their children by saying; “Everything is going to be all right…” It’s not the end of the world and we are doing the best we can” But I don’t think you can say that to us anymore, are we even on your list of priorities?

My dad always says; “You are what you do not what you say”. Well, what you do makes me cry at night. You grownups say you love us but I challenge you, Please make your actions reflect your words.

Thank You.

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Wow right?! 13 years old…?

Exactly what I thought. but then every bit of it is true. A young girl made the world (Leaders) stop to think. You can do the same. You are not too young, Never forget that.

You can make the difference this world needs.

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Sons of a Father 3

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Welcome to the 3rd Episode of Sons of a Father.

If this is the first episode you’re reading, I adjure you to read the first two episodes, otherwise you might(would) get confused;

Sons of a Father 1

Sons of a Father 2

Touching story, I would say… Please don’t cry. 🙂

At the end, please Comment, Share, Like, Rate and do everything you can do… 😉

Enjoy!

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BAAM!!!

I crash to the floor in a heap.

Damn!… That hurt…….

I try to stand but I can’t, at least not fully and I watch in horror as blood gushes out of the wound.

Jesus!

Jeff! My God!

And they all scamper to where I had fallen.
Tunde to my right and Mr Olawale over me, I can’t quite turn my neck but I hear his mum crying and mouthing inaudible words.

Jeff! Jeff!
Someone please, do something!
Tunde screamed out
First Aid, Ambulance, call 911 Dad!

I cough as I try to laugh, spitting out blood in the process.

911 ke?
I manage to finally say feigning a smile.
In Nigeria?.. Wh..who…would..pi..pick it?

Please, Shut up and stop trying to make this seem less serious. Tunde rebukes
I warned you. I told you to stay away. I didn’t want you here, but you were stubborn. Now see what uve caused.

And then, like a movie, he starts crying.

I’m in shock for a moment but I smile afterwards, this time not faking it.

I warned you… I warned you….

Is that the hospital?! I hear in the background. It’s Mr Olawale’s voice
There is a situation here.

Yes

A student just got shot.

Yes

Yes… No, not the hostel; the staff quarters.

Yes

Zone B, Chalet 6

Yes

What do you mean by I should wait, come on, get here now!

For the next five minutes, everywhere was silent. The only noise was coming from Tunde’s soft sobs and his father’s occasional grunts; his mum is still not bold enough to come close.

It stays the same way for a while and I finally break the air.

Tunde…

Yes.. He hurried to my side.

I try to sit upright but stop midway when the pain becomes unbearable.

Don’t try to stand or sit.
His mum finally says gently pushing me back to the floor where I lay.

You don’t have to worry.
I say to Tunde

I have to. Its my fault.

Its not. it was

It is. I pulled the trigger.

No you didn’t. He did.. You were scared, that’s all.

I wasn’t. I meant to. Yea, you did

    45 Minutes Earlier


Jeff! Jeff!

What?!

You need to get to the staff quarters now!

Why?!

Tunde’s mum just called. She said he’s with a gun….; Tunde is about to shoot Mr olawale!

Shoot?!
Mr Olawale!
I was scared. I was scared like hell.

So, I wore my slippers and ran as hard as I could. The Bus stop was empty and no cab was in sight; so I just headed to the Staff Quarters on foot.
It took me a while to find them but I did eventually.

The picture wasn’t encouraging then, its still not

Poised with a gun was Tunde which was pointing directly at his father. His mother was standing nearby obviously shocked out of her wits.

Tunde, No!

Jeff? I couldn’t help but notice the surprise in his voice
What is your problem?
What can’t you stay out of my business?!

Please,… I beg you… Don’t do it
He’s still your Dad.

He’s not. He had a muderous sneer and I feared the worst.

Not anymore.
This man abandoned his family when they needed him the most and now he thinks he can just walk in and act like its okay.
Its not! It’ll never be!
You’ll never be my dad!

And he pulled the trigger and that’s when I jumped across………

The shock on his face…. The agony in my eyes…….


Jeff! Jeff!
Oh my God! Mummy! He’s not talking!

Yes… I can barely speak

They all heave a sigh of relief after hearing my voice.

Where are you guys?!
His Father calls again
I said someone has been shot!

Oh… Okay… Hurry up please. He has lost a lot of blood.

I raise my hand which is covered in blood already to confirm his statement.

So this is the end.
I’ve searched far and wide for love, for care, for family, and when I finally do, its snatched away.
How cruel can life be?


Jeff

Yea

Why?

Why what?

Why did you do this?

I cough for the umpteen time spitting blood again and look up into the tear laden eyes of my best friend.

So this is how being shot by a best friend feels..


Cos I want you to have what I never had.

I don’t understand.

Your dad. Your mum….. I never had that.

But your mum….

You mean aunty Shade…. I smile….

I don’t understand.

Never mind.
Just promise me these things.

What? Anything.

Promise me you’ll love your parents till they are no more.

I promise.

And that’ll you get a girlfriend and stop being a playboy. We share a laugh, one person obviously in pain.

I promise.

And that’ll you’ll never go to Renegade.

Now, he laughs alone as I manage to keep a straight face.

I promise.

And that you would tell the police it was a suicide.

I pro…. suicide?…. No… I can’t

You have to

I can’t…. I deserve any punishment I get

I know but not from the law…. So promise me…

I promise.. He replied reluctantly

The ambulance soon arrives, the siren loud enough to wake the neighbours up.

Jeff, the ambulance is here,
Tunde says happily. You would soon be in a hospital.

Jeff…

Jeff! Answer me!
Jeff!…. Mum! He’s not replying…..
Dad!… Jeff!…. Jeff………………..

His dad tries to pull him away and fails.

Jeff……. Please answer…. Please say yes…. Please………….

The End.


We live in a cruel world,:( but you know that already.
What many don’t know is what the “Jeff”s in our lives feel when we act all “Tunde” on them.

True, 99% of your friends won’t go to the extent of taking a bullet for you, just make sure that in any thing you do, the 1% worth of person(s) never has a reason to consider it.

This story can also likened to our saviour, Jesus Christ who took bullets, whips, spit from smelly mouths, abuses and all other forms or torture because of us but still sacrificed his life in the end.

As for this blog, this is the last post you’ll see in a long while. Planning something serious.

I hope I’ll be missed.

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Sons of a Father : “Birds of different feathers”

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Welcome to the second episode of the “Sons of a Father” sequel.

If you missed the first episode, you can read it here;

Sons of a Father : Episode 1

Please rate this episode and share your comments at the end. 🙂

Thank You.

Enjoy!

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Its been two weeks since I had a best friend.
Two whole weeks!
And I miss him already.
We had so much in common; same month of birth, same year, same course, we liked the same food and we both didn’t have fath…. Oh… He has one now. *sigh
That’s what caused our break up sef.
All I said was I liked his father.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said so.

    Two Weeks Ago
    Wednesday Afternoon
    5:35 PM

I had waited outside the HOD’s office who now happens to be his dad still pondering on the “wonderful” revelation I just witnessed;
At first, I was stunned and then it dawned on me; the pretencious excitement in class, his recent moods, Renegade, they were all aftermaths of him seeing his dad again.

He’s your father?! I said to Tunde excitedly
That’s soo cool!

I then faced my HOD,

Sir, Good Afternoon.
Its really awesome that you’re Tunde’s Dad.

That was when he snapped!

Jeff!

Huh?

Get out! This is none of your business.

Still excited, I remember replying;
Of course its not, I’ll leave both of you to have a long Father to….

Can you please go?

And…. Come to think of it, that was a rhetorical question. Thank God I didn’t answer it. Maybe we would have broken up right there.

I went back to the dorm happy that evening, singing and gyrating the whole way.
I had gotten a father! or so I thought.
One hour later, my soon to be Ex-best friend visibly angry walked into the room and heade straight for his bed.
And then, I opened my mouth and kickstarted the fight that would end our relationship.

How was it?

How was what?

Your discussion with Dad now. I replied still jovial.

That’s none of your…….. Did you just call him Dad?!

Yes!
Since we’re brothers, he automatically becomes my dad right?

Wrong. He may be your dad though, but he aint mine.

Seriously Tunde, its time to let go of the past.
You should be happy you have a Dad sef.

Jeff!

Yes?

Shut up!
You’re a pain in the ass. I’ve told you that guy is not my dad.
My dad would have stayed by when my mum was diagnosed of ulcer and had no one to pay her hospital bills!
My dad would have been present at my prize giving ceremony when I came out tops!
My dad would have been there when I hawked plantain and stole from people to pay my fees!
He didn’t do any of this.
SO, HE IS NOT MY DAD!

Chill, you hawked plantain? I replied less excited.
You never mentioned that.

And this is why I never did!
You keep sticking that big mouth of yours in people’s business even when it dosent concern you.
I know your mum is rich and all but my mum is not and am cool with that, so stop trying to fix my life.
As for Mr Olawale, you can keep him as your Dad, I really don’t care, just make sure you stay our of my business… Infact, stay out of my life!

And he stormed out.

We haven’t talked since then, he has not even come back to the room. I’ve seen him on few occasions; classes, cafeteria, amd now this picture of him that’s pasted in the notice board for the list of law breakers that’s hanging behind the counter in the local police station.

Oga!
The officer on duty calls snapping me back into consciousness

Sir?

The person you pay for hin bail now, na your brother?

No

Your uncle?

No

How you take know am?

He is my……………. best friend.

Your best friend? So e mean say, you sef razz join or no be that proverb talk say, ‘Show me your friend and I go show you who you be’

No be like that o! I no razz o.
But sincerly, isn’t he saying the truth.
How would I have a best friend that gets arrested for beating up people be my best friend?

You better go find another friend before this one go put you for trouble.
Hardly had the words left his mouth that Tunde was ushered out.

I stand up to greet him and the stench of alcohol coupled with urine welcomes me.

You bailed me?
He finally spoke

Yes

Why?

Cos we are……… friends..
And brothers,
I add.

This time he has a smirk on his face.

I think I just got to him.

Fool!
And he walked out.

Did I just get walked out on?!
By the person I just bailed out of detention?
Maybe its time to change company…..

I no tell you, the officer finally says
Better find beta friend sharply

I will. Thank you, Sir.

Back in the dorm.

So here I am sitting and still angry because of the humiliation I just suffered at the hands of that idiot!
I’ve written a list of the people that could take his place; James, Tobi, Jesse, Banky, Chinedu, Fred, Taiwo, Tshbala, Khalif and Bola.
And nine names have been cancelled out leaving just Fred.

Seems its Fred then.

I lay down to sleep and a knock on the door halts my rest.

Who’s there?

Its Fred!

Just the person I wanted to see.

Swiftly, I unlock the door to welcome my new best friend

What’s up?

I dey o!

Where are you going this one you’re dressed up?

You never hear? They just launch one strip club beside school one hour ago. I heard there is free beer all night!
Let’s go there now now make we no go dull.

Chai! Is this the boy I want to make my best friend?
Seems its me and this world o. No time for friends again.


Jeff? Jeff?

Yes?

Are you even listening to me?

I am… Sorry, am just really tired. Maybe tomorrow.

Alright. No P.

By the way, have you seen Tunde?

Yea.
About ten minutes ago. He went to staff quarters with his mum.


His mum?!

His mum is in school?

No o!…. Yoruba question oshi… Oga, I dey go.. We go see tomorrow. And he hurried off.

I lock the door and head straight for my bed.

Why is Tunde’s mum in school?

I hope its not his father’s issue sha…. What my business sef?

I close my eyes and few minutes later, someone starts banging on my door.

Jeff! Jeff!

What?! I scream back.
Can’t they let someone rest?

You need to get to the staff quarters now!

Why?!

Tunde’s mum just called. She said Tunde is with a gun and he’s about to shoot Mr Olawale!

To be continued.

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Sons of a Father

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Hey there!
Thanks for coming back!
🙂
This article is one episode from a series; remember Dee…. Yea, something like that.

I’m starting something serious soon and this series is kinda like a prologue. So, I’ll need your opinions and comments on this.
I know we are all busy and all, but it’ll take just a fraction of your time.

Concerning this episode and future episodes, this if purely fiction.
Any resemblance in names, characters or story line is a coincidence.

Don’t let me bore you too much.
Enjoy!

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    Tuesday Morning
    8:00am


This morning we dig deep into the minds of your ancestors and ransack through what they
have in there; anything they’ve seen, heard or done.

Your tools for this course must be intact and any sign of laziness would be dealt with squarely.
Monologue conversations are what prevail here; I talk and you listen. A word from you and you would be in big trouble.

Your manuscript is your pass here. If you don’t have one, you have until next week to get one. If you don’t have one by then, I’ll make sure your butt is set ablaze through my cane.
And yes, I said cane. I don’t care if you are in university, I’ll still beat you and nobody would do or even say anything.

As for you ladies, unlike your last tutor, succumbing to seduction is not one of my talents. So if you are planning to get marks through that, you’re in for a shocker.
Finally, unlike your parents and guardians, I’m not old and prudent, so you can’t con me with your immature ploys.

That’s all I have to say.
Did you understand me?!

Yes Sir! the class retorts.

Still in fear, I watch Mr Chris Olawale walk out of the classroom. My gaze remains fixed on the door as if he was still standin there.

Oloriburuku ni bobo yen, Tunde’s voice finally snaps me back to reality.
How would he be threatening us?
I prefer the former Mr Dumeboung better.
Can’t even imagine this man teaching me history.

He might not be that bad, I finally speak.

You say? Tunde replies. A quizzed look dominating his face.
This man?
You must be high.

And he didn’t stop there….

Hey Guys!
Jeff just said he prefers Mr Olawale to Mr Dumeboung.

Laughter rings out in every corner of the class.
Insults and curses came after it.

I obviously am the only sane person in this class.
Or am I?, Yes, I am jor.

Jeforr!

Dude! I’ve told you to stop calling me that. I reply following it up with an angry look.

Ohkay. Sha let’s go and eat, am starving. Tunde replied, oblivious of the anger I’m feeling.
I pack up and we leave the classroom, my mind still worried because of today’s occurence.

    Same Day
    8pm

I knock on my dorm door. A little tired from today’s excruciating exercise in the library.

Damn, its so hard to read in there without sleeping.

My mind darts back to this morning’s class.
While the lecturer was ranting, I got bored, really bored. So I retired to my favourite past time; trying to read the thoughts of my classmates.
Boring you might say, but its quite rewarding. At least I don’t sleep like best friend, Tunde.
Talking about Tunde, why hasn’t this guy opened the door. Its been almost five minutes.
I bang the door a couple more times and I still get no reply.

Still tired and slowly getting pissed, I decide to check the room next to mine.
I knock and open the door.

Samuel, seen Tunde at all?

Yea, he went to Renegade. Here’s your key.

I struggle to catch the key as he tossed it at me.

Tunde at Renegade. I thought he hated alcohol. Maybe he’s at Tantalizers considering its in the same area.

So, even as tired as I am, I head off to Renegade.
Took me a while to get there but I did eventually. Tantalizers was closed, so he had to be in Renegade; the biggest beer parlour/peppersoup joint on campus.
The smell of alcohol emitting from it already putting me off.

Why would Tunde even come here?

I walk in holding my breath as hard as I could, still cursing Tunde under my breath and then I saw him.
My best friend was sitting alone at a table drowning himself in beer, and this was obviously not his first because a couple of bottles littered the table.
I walk up to him and slap him as hard as I could.

Tunde!
What is wrong with you?!
I thought you said you hated alcohol, what’s with you and drinking several bottles of it all of a sudden?

Jeff…

What? I reply angrily

My life has ended.

No, its hasnt.
First, let’s get you out of here.

I manage to drag him out of there, into a cab, and finally onto his bed.

See the stress this boy has put me through.
He better have a good explanation.

    Wednesday Morning
    8:00am

Tunde was out before I even woke up. I later met him in class studying.

He better have a good explanation for what he did last night.


Jefferson…

Jefferson!

Jefferson!

Sir! I had gotten caught up in my thoughts.

You have started daydreaming again shey.
I wonder what it is wrong with you. You’re so lucky your grades are good. I would have dragged you to the HOD. You and that your friend.
He turns to look at Tunde who was already in wonderland.

WAKE THAT IDIOT FOR ME!

Tunde woke up himself.

Hmmm…. He wasn’t sleeping.
Tunde not sleeping in class.
Something is definetly wrong.


Get out of my class.
Useless Boy!
You’re failing, yet you’re unserious.

I could have sworn I saw Tunde wipe a tear from his eyes as he walked out. It can’t be the teacher’s words that moved him. That guy is too strong for that.

What’s on his mind?
Maybe its his dad.

You see, just like me, Tunde’s dad walked out on him and his mother. And unlike my mother, his mum didn’t have a job at hand. So, they have struggled since then. He gets emotional anytime he thinks about it and I’m always there to help him. But yesterday was too far.

This must be something else.

Oh… Am lost again. Lemme focus before this man catches me.

The class soon ended.
Before I left though, I got a message from the new HOD, Mr Olawale; our new history teacher for Tunde.

He said he must see him today;
the girl said.

Did he say why?
I asked

No….. He sounded serious though. Tell Tunde to see him today o. See you tomorrow. And she walked away.

Bye. I replied, my mind travelling again into the subconscious.

    Wednesday Afternoon
    3:30am

I took a cab to the hostel instead of the shuttle and met Tunde crashing.

Tunde!

Hm…

Wake up jor.
Mr Olawale needs to see you now.

Why? His reply was abrupt.

He’s still worried.
I need to talk to him soon.

He is our new HOD. Its probably because of you sleeping in philosophy class today.

Damn! He cursed.

Now you’re angry. When you were having fun at Renegade, you didn’t know abi.
I laughed hoping he would join me but he didn’t.

I hope I didn’t just make his mood worse


I’m going to see him now.
He called out before he slammed the door.

This needs to stop.

I run after him and pull him by his shoulders.

What is wrong with you?
Why have you been so messed up lately?

He didn’t reply.

Tunde!

What?

Answer me!

There’s nothing to answer.

There is, and you’re going to Now!
What did you mean by your life had ended?

I keep ranting as we walk to the bus park.
People start noticing,

not as if I care.

He flagged down a cab and got into the front seat beside the driver. I got into the back.

Two more seats.
The driver calls out to the people in the bus park.

Driver, move. We’re in a hurry.

That one no be my business o!
Na you go pay for the remaining space or u go pay for the petrol I go buy.
Two more sea……….

Driver!… I interrupted his calls.
Move, I’ll pay.

You sure?

I said move!

Ok o! You must sha pay my money.

I’ve heard, so please shut up.

Tunde.

No reply.

Tunde!

Jeff! Please leave me alone. I have a lot on my mind and its not your business.

Ouch! That hurt. But I wasn’t going to back down.
Tunde, you would need jazz to make me stop.
We’re brothers, remember?

No, we’re not.

Yes, we are.

No, we’re not.

Yes, we’…… See, that’s your business. Just tell me what it is bordering you.

We soon get to the college building.
He alighted and I paid the fare., thanked the cab driver, chased after him and caught up with him right in front of the HOD’s office.

Dude, talk to me. What is wrong with you?

The door opens and Mr Olawale appeared.

Tunde,
the HOD says,

Dad………………..

Dad?!

To be continued.

So that’s the end of Episode 1.
Watch out for Episodes 2, 3, 4( I don’t know how many they are yet)

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