African muggles are crazy. November 19, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in People, random shit.Tags: akwa ibom, child witchcraft, children, helen ukpabio, liberty gospel church, muggles, nigeria, stupidity, witchcraft, wizardry
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Gotta love that hat.
Okay, if there is one thing that you can say about former teen witch now Evang (Prophetess? Witchfinder General? Psycho? Unscrupulous businesswoman? Satanist?) Helen Ukpabio, it’s that she is thorough. If you are a witch/wizard you can come for deliverance. If you are a victim of witchery/wizardry you can come for help. And, if you are not sure, you can come for clearance/screening.
Screening!
This is just the tip of the anthill though. She also gives guidance on catching young witches and wizards BEFORE they have a chance to manifest themselves and destroy their parents. She even has a video that’s available on youtube to show you the symptoms of childhood witchcraft and consequences of not acting on time. Watch at your own discretion, it will most likely incite extreme feelings of anger, disgust and disbelief.
For the first time in a long time, I am so filled with confusion and rage that I am not sure how to proceed with the slapping that this woman so obviously deserves.
Where to begin? Do we start with her stupid hat in that picture? The way her lips curl into a smile/sneer in that flyer? What about her book, from which we get this choice excerpt on her website:
LIFE BEFORE KNOWING THE LORD
This is just a brief history of my life. Full story is written in a book titled “THE SEAT OF SATAN EXPOSED”. I was initiated into Olumba cult at 14 years of age, I was also betrothed to Lucifer as would be wife. This automatically qualifies me to attend a spiritual school for the Royals. I was trained in concepts of mysticism, occultism, spiritism, Satanism, demonism and general cultism. The idea of developing strategies that will aid in keeping activities of the cult alive and seeing more human registering with the occult kingdom is the number one goal of the occult kingdom.
The practice of witchcraft, necromancy, familiar spirits, and other spiritistic activities in order to multiply them thereby causing confusion multiplying wrong altars are Satan’s strategy to help water down the true churches are some of their activities.
Finally, the Lord brought me out in His own time. I was saved, born again, sanctified well taught in the word. I was 14 years when Olumba seized me to work for Satan but at 17 years, the Lord brought me out to His glory.
Man, all these BScs in -isms in just three years? She must have been a child prodigy, and obviously still an agent of Satan (as can be seen in her Freudian slip “This automatically qualifies me to attend a spiritual school for the Royals.” showing she is still attending this most hallowed of spiritual educational institutions). Now, I am not going to advocate for her to be burnt at the stake or any such thing because, well, that would just not be Christian now would it? It would be far better, and in keeping with justice to have her shipped to Singapore for a rattan flogging. The full 24 strokes.
But, until that happens, we need to administer some medicine in the form of our own brand of justice.
This woman has preyed on the ignorance and fears of people in order to charge exhorbitant amounts in order to torture children all in the name of salvation. Her church, Liberty Gospel Church, specialises in the ‘deliverance’ of people from witchcraft/wizardry of any sort. Adults go there and scream, gesticulate and vomit all in the name of being delivered from whatever maleficent power supposedly has a hold over them. Children, get beaten and tortured. If you are crazy already and believe that your problems in life are as a result of supernatural forces instead of the laws of cause and effect, then you deserve to have a woman like Helen Ukpabio as your spiritual ‘leader’.
For example,
Cause: You are lazy and have a sense of entitlement leading you to believe that you do not need to work hard to earn money, after all you are ’smart’.
Effect: You remain poor and have no money with which to feed your most likely over-sized family.
This has nothing to do with witchcraft. It has to do with you being lazy. See? Not so difficult. Satanist Ukpabio though has spotted that a lot of people have trouble with this simple concept and has decided to offer them an alternative…the WITCH HUNT!
The WITCH HUNT! is a simple enough concept. Basically, if anything unpleasant at all requires some form of responsibility to be taken by yourself, blame it on a witch or wizard. Better yet! Blame it on your child, that’s sleeping in the back. She must be a witch! After all she is running a temperature in bed. It couldn’t possibly be a fever.
Yes, muggles in Africa are crazy and I am ashamed to say that these people are my brethren. Our relationship with Christianity is such a tenuous one, and in part I blame the missionaries who came here and adopted a ‘quantity over quality’ approach. All that most Nigerians have done is superimpose traditionalist beliefs unto Christianity allowing parasites like Helen Ukpabio to fester and grow.
But, the slap today is not just directed at her and her church. It is also directed at the so slow it’s static response of the government, our journalists, other religious organisations to this situation. It has taken a foreign organisation and foreign news services to bring this issue to light.
WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY ALL DOING?
The government of Akwa Ibom was just sitting pretty while children under their care have been abused, repeatedly with the promise of more abuse and permament psychological damage. Even the Democratic Republic of Congo is getting their act together about their own witch hunt problem, and they are in the middle of a war! Come on people, it is not rocket science, I know we don’t do that well.
The other churches present there. Surely the Anglican, Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Pentecostal and other churches in Akwa Ibom would have heard of this monstrous act been perpertrated by someone claiming to be one of the fold. They should have picketed Liberty Gospel Church’s ‘temple’ and raised an alarm.
Nigerian journalists in general are just a disappointment. Most of them sitting pretty until someone comes to pay them money in order for them to do any reporting of any sort. The torture of children in a so-called democracy country by religious fundamentalists does not rank as news for them? Maybe the children should have come to give them some money to get their story told. Now that a foreign news team has come and gone, they can start covering it and showing their outrage. Maybe if they were actually doing their jobs, we might have found out even before Mr. Gary Foxcroft ever saw such a thing happening.
The final slap is reserved for the parents and relatives of these children. They should all be ashamed of themselves. In this time, in this age, they can justify the ritualistic torture of their own flesh and blood for some very ephemeral gain. These sorts of people should never be allowed to have children, and in fact be neutered to prevent their stupidity from spreading. We need less Nigerians like this thank you very much!
I am not so set in my views to say that witchcraft could not, or in fact, does not exist, but more often than not, the worst things that happen on this planet do not require any supernatural force or malignant principalities. All they require is a healthy dose of stupidity and a person like Helen Ukpabio.
Madam Evang, this slap is for you!
We are siccing the monkey on you!
Some links for those who want to help out in any way. Let us try and end this nonsense. For those of you in Akwa Ibom or even in the neighbouring state of Cross River, you should also get in touch with your representatives to let them know you are pissed off with the state of affairs.
Good Friday (14/11/2008) November 14, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in Music, People, random shit.Tags: 4th Republic, fela kuti, felabration, femi kuti, lagos, M.I, nigeria, rear admiral arogundade, Trick or Treat, uzoma okere
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It’s Good Friday over here at Slap! HQ, so we are only going to be nice today. No snark, sarcasm, and no negativity. Just the celebration of all the good stuff that’s been going on in this country of ours.
First, the quick and assured response by the both the Federal and State Governments as well as Nigerian citizens on facebook with regards to the case of Uzoma Okere and Rear Admiral Arogundade. This shows that as a nation we are at least beginning to realise that everybody has rights regardless of affiliation to any organisation/institution/service and should be treated as such. We wait for justice to be done for her and for the Armed Forces to do the right thing and immediately court martial the so-called admiral and make sure he doesn’t even get his pension. He may not be the only high ranking officer abusing/letting his subordinates abuse his position, but he will make a good example to the rest of them.
4th Republic
Secondly, there’s a new album that just came out by a group known as 4th Republic. They have two videos out on youtube at the moment. My personal favourite is this one. The album is quite nice with a mixture of Naija pop and straight hip hop in it. Some of the songs are really classic material however, and you should definitely give the album a listen. Buy it and support Nigerian music!
Speaking of listening to albums, M.I had his listening party almost two weeks ago now. It was a blast and had the talented MC on the mic both hosting and performing. He is a real talent and again I say that everyone should pick up his album, you will not be disappointed at all!
And tagentially linked to that, on the 31st of October, Lagosians gathered at Swe to have fun at the first TRICK or TREAT halloween party. It was quite nice to see Nigerians actually dressing up and having fun. Hope they do another one next year and they do a LOT more to make it even better.
The last Felabration was really great! Damon Albarn from Gorillaz was there as well as Kano, Baaba Maal, and of course the Kutis with Femi Kuti quoted as saying that his father would be “Dancing in his grave” which is as morbid and punk a statement as we have ever heard and suits Fela very well. Good on Storm for making it happen again this year.
Lagos Traffic Offenders – Are you one of them? November 10, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in People, random shit.Tags: lagos, lagos traffic, nigeria, traffic
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Time For Your Medicine
This is a tough one. There are so many problems — so many to slap! Even I, a cold and heartless dispenser of hot and cold slaps feel myself becoming — overwhelmed. But No. My duty to enlightened and self aware Nigerians — no matter how few and far between they are — is clear. My resolve iron clad. Today, hot slaps must be doled out and some of you reading this may actually be on the receiving end of them. I do not apologise. I am Evilina after all, and you know you had this one coming.
The topic is of course, Lagos Traffic Offenders. Ah. I felt that. The slight speeding up of your heart rate. Some of you are reacting, as fellow victims, with righteous indignation. Others of you (and you know yourselves) with guilt. My dear guilty readers, do not shrink from the sting of a well deserved slap. It is like medicine; unpleasant and so very good for you.
So, we’ve all been out there in that jungle that is the Lagos transit system and we’ve seen them; the ones who make worse what is already at best a messy and disheartening situation. I am not even going to go into all the sub-domains that fall under this broad category. Unfortunately slaps are such an urgently needed resource in this country that I cannot afford to use them all up here.
Today we shall be honouring the LTOs finest that is some of the most outrageous traffic offenders to be found in this country and possibly on the entire planet. Here they are in all their incomprehensible glory:
Mr. Hurtle down the wrong lane against oncoming traffic at full speed (especially at night with your headlights on full glare) – The go slow on your lane was too much and your need to get to your destination too urgent. You counted the cost. Not only is there a chance of horribly killing yourself and any other person in your car but there is the additional toll of the people in the other vehicle in the collision and any pedestrian who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course that is the worst case scenario. A better one would be creating the mother of all traffic jams by completely blocking vehicles that were actually going in the correct direction (unlike your enterprising self) and causing hundreds and possibly thousands of Nigerians who never did anything to you to be even later than they had to be in getting to their destination. Yes. You counted the cost and somehow, in your warped mind, it was worth it. You are clearly a sociopath with the intelligence level of moss. It is almost not worth it dispensing this slap on you but one lives in hope that the mind clearing effects of a vicious, hot one will somehow help. Other remedies include a prolonged stay at one of our fine local asylums.
*SLAP*
Mr. Drive backwards against oncoming traffic at full speed for at least half a kilometre – Because 12 minutes of turning around and making your turn legally is a life time to wait. What possible extenuating circumstances can there be for this offence? May be you are the victim of a terrible disease that makes you age 20 times faster than normal people and making that turn the proper way would have meant getting to your destination an old and grey man. Or if that is too far fetched, perhaps you were simply out of petrol and driving backwards like a stuntman from the Italian Job seemed like a more efficient way to get to the petrol station turn off that you had missed. I actually prefer this explanation. It makes me feel that we are not hopeless as a nation, merely full of stupid people. And if you have been following this blog you will know that identifying and slapping stupid people is absolutely what we do. So, for driving around with no petrol then risking everyone’s lives so you can get some before your car packs up:
*SLAP*
Mr. Drive at night without any form of traffic lights on your vehicle whatsoever – Yours is the dark hulk that materialises out of nowhere on Lagos’s notoriously unlit night roads. You are the triumph of the driver with fast reflexes and the bane of the sleepy commuter returning home from unremunerated over time. You are the cruel judgement hand of the road gods. I cannot hope to understand your motivation. Perhaps you really are merely a vessel and an avatar for God’s will, appearing only before those whose time sheets God has signed off on. Or maybe you are just a regular person who paid a lot for good juju and therefore thinks them self invincible (and if the other person in the collision isn’t then maybe they should’ve gotten the same traditional insurance, right?) Whatever it is you are, you are getting slapped because you play a role that you don’t have to. Every time you get in your unlit vehicle at night and motor down an unlit street, blending in with the shadows and the dark pot holed roads, it’s like you made a decision to kill someone. You should actually be in jail but for now a hot slap will have to suffice.
*SLAP*
Mr. Sixteen Wheeler who thought they could make that hairpin turn into that narrow road that was already choked with traffic – Both you and I know that you didn’t really believe you could make that turn. Now your truck is broken down/ tipped over across the path of traffic and no one is going anywhere. You have a blank expression on your face and you are avoiding everyone’s eyes. At that moment, I find that I love you a little. How could I not? I owe my existence to your kind. I would love to stay with you and break my slap hand off on you but unfortunately, as I have mentioned, I don’t have the time. So I will leave you with an extremely well deserved, head spinner that will make your eyes water and my slap hand ache. I am consoled in leaving you by the fact that I know I will see you again. Your kind always comes back.
*SLAP*
Mr. Drive on the pavement - I am not addressing Danfos or Okada’s here because I consider them to be part of the topography of Lagos roads like potholes and lakes. I am talking of people who actually climb off the road onto the pavement in the hopes of moving faster than traffic and then later cutting in in front slowing the lane down even further. Quite the feat in selfishness, that. What I wish I could do is fly you abroad to Western Nations that also use roads and pavement. As I can’t I will just have to explain it to you. I think you will find that in Western Nations like say Germany or the US, cars tend to stay on the roads leaving pavements for pedestrians. This is true even during traffic jams. The only time you will find a car on the pavement in a Western Nation is when it is in the midst of a car accident. This is because pavements are for people and roads are for cars. You can look it up if you don’t believe me ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidewalk). It’s how white people do things, It is true that it takes more time but ultimately they still get where they are going and most times faster than we do. Now there is a possibility that you already know this but will drive on the pavement anyway. In that case, you should know that you are scum.
*SLAP*
Mrs. Drive as though you are the only person on the road: You play a dangerous game by re-enacting I am Legend every time you get in a car. You drive in the middle of two lanes, weaving erratically about any time someone attempts to over take you (the only time you show any awareness that you are not alone). Trafficating is anathema to you and you can and will make sudden turns when you see fit. And let us not forget your signature move, the sudden stop in the middle of the road so you can properly think about where it is you are going again. You are truly a mythological beast in that I did not even believe in you until I encountered you. Yes, like Satan the ultimate deceiver, you convince everyone that you could not possibly exist. No one could possibly drive in such a stupid, suicidal manner (barring of course Okadas). By the time we find out how wrong we are, it is too late and you have claimed our front bumper and possibly one of our head lights. I will not pretend to understand your motivations. I will simply continue to warn others of your existence and leave you with the slap that I owe you.
*SLAP*
Mr. Cutting in front of you after you Trafficate: We are both in traffic. I need to get into your lane. I see you in the next lane through my side mirror. You are driving at a relaxed pace and have left enough of a gap in front of you for me to make my switch. Gratefully I do the courteous thing and trafficate, letting you know that I would like to move into the space you have so generously provided. I begin to make my move and what do you do? You suddenly adopt a stony expression and a manic gleam in your eye. YOU – HIT -YOUR – GAS – PEDAL and you almost take out both my trafficator and the rear bumper of the car in front of you in your bid to block my entrance into your lane. Then you sit there stony faced while I stare at you slack jawed as a growing horde of okadas blare their truck horns in my ears, impatient because I am blocking the passage between the lanes. This one happens every day, two or three times a day. Sometimes there’s a reason. The car you had to block was one that had already broken down three or four times in the course of this go slow and you were damned if it was going to break down in front of you. Or maybe the car didn’t make any indication of its intention at all and yours was just instinctive, defensive driving (though why you had the space in front of you then, I don’t understand). Or maybe it was a sixteen wheeler and we all know how those can be. The truth however is that for too many of you it is just mean, selfish, stupid Grags. To those people I say, if you don’t want someone to pull in front of you do not lead them on by leaving a car sized space in front of you in traffic!
*SLAP*
Mr. Pedestrian/Lemming -
Not all LTO’s are actually in vehicles. A lot of pedestrians daily commit any manner of traffic atrocity in our city of Lagos. My particular favourites are the suicidal night crossers. I will elucidate. As I have already described, Lagos roads are typically unlit and this includes even expressways. Now black people have never been known for being particularly visible at night. You would think then, that in a nation of black people, crossing unlit roads at night would be approached with more caution by said black people than say, maybe, white people. But as usual, in Nigeria, reality is the warped and corrupted cousin of logic. What we have in reality is black people usually (and this is my best bit) wearing black on black ensembles randomly dashing across unlit, potholed roads on nights whose darkness is unrelieved by so much as a cloudy moon. Imagine how fun this must be for night commuters. My driving teacher had a very philosophical attitude to this pedestrian kamikazes. He called them “Suyas” his logic being that anything that was killed on a road (i.e. road kill) usually ends up as suya, therefore anyone who flings themselves under the wheels of your vehicle at night may as well be suya. Imagine a driving teacher telling one that? Only in Nigeria, I think. Anyway, I am dispensing Slaps to those road lemmings in the hopes of saving the occasional life, so:
*SLAP*
I know I have by no means covered all the categories of traffic sinners that daily ply the roads of Lagos State, but like I said it is a broad area and I can only cover the most prominent. I do, however welcome contributions if you think I may have overlooked a glaring one. Expose those road hooligans here and enjoy the catharsis that can be found in slap dispensation. Long live SLAP!
Pseudo Celebrities September 17, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in People, random shit.Tags: Add new tag, celebrity, facebook, redstrat
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Celebrity |səˈlebrətē|: A widely recognized or famous person who commands a high degree of PUBLIC and MEDIA ATTENTION.
I recently opened my facebook home page only to be bombarded by the stupidest crap imaginable: a note by a completely confused little girl celebrating a whole week of her own self- importance and as I beat a hasty retreat, I began to wonder why these group of sub-humans without self worth would just not let us be. Can u imagine the gall of these cretins? They actually believe, I mean actually believe that people actually give a damn about their puny efforts at significance. Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you to the world of the self acclaimed celebrities.
It’s absolutely unbelievable, the levels of self delusion that these people descend to in their desperate need for attention. They are everywhere now, attaching themselves to true celebs (groupies is the true term), coming up with ‘charitable’ causes of dubious origin and generally forcing their way into your life; begging for your recognition.
Right off the bat, I can tell you that anyone who has had dealings with or is associated with these clowns is left with a really bad taste in their mouth.
Classic examples of these neurotics are the….the….., what the hell do they call themselves again? Can’t remember right now but I wonder why a group of adult, working class men and women would sit down and come up with daft group names for themselves. I mean we all went to high school and even did the whole sorority/fraternity thing already. I don’t think we should be punished just because someone had bad high school and college years. It’s not our fault! (I know unpopularity sucks).
Oh I remember now, the unrulies. Unruly gorris, nobs (what sort of nicknames are those; lmao) and of course, the Redstrat pretenders
All these dastardly dimwits would have escaped slipping onto my radar and subsequently being slapped if not for their very annoying habit off making a downright nuisance of themselves at every opportunity they get (or create). everywhere you go, there they are making so much noise and acting like a bunch of mentally challenged children that you begin to wonder how they were ever let out of the house.
An album launch; there they are, prancing about, crying to be noticed
A concert; full frontal ear attack that practically drowns out the music
A book reading; oozing infantile self importance
A simple get together; battling for attention.
Why? Were they so deprived of a childhood that they feel that the rest of us must make up for it?
Oh of course, there’s the support group: the self acclaimed lord of the pen and screen, that ‘Big Brother’ chap, some young newscaster on Channels (OMG) TV and unbelievably rude wench and a host of other dodgy wannabes.
I always believed that being a celebrity meant that you had talent and would work hard to create something–written, painted, sculpted, acted out–and the like. Not so anymore. Apparently all you have to do is host a pointless event like the future awards or feature in a reality show that you didn’t even win or jump in front of every camera at every opportunity you get and give an opinion on….whatever or (the easiest) write millions of notes on facebook and tag away and voila! You’re a celebrity.
People it seems believe they are famous not for doing anything worthwhile or having some special talents, but merely for being… wow! The rest of us are now supposed to bow and kowtow in awe when we are graced with their presence.
F@#K THAT!!
These fellows and ‘fellowettes’ aint even got any real money or fame. SHIT!!
A very smart guy recently wrote a real note on facebook that generated some controversy and had all the little worms scurrying out of their holes to defend themselves. My favorite part was:
They call themselves celebrities and they run to the market with it, abeg o! I don’t want to be part of your revolution, if I won’t dance, what do I do with this celebrity title? Form a ‘padi-padi’ coalition to try and oppress, or feel more important than the people that have problems similar to mine; so there will be another underground celebrity friend of mine who will organize events and awards to valorize my talent and creativity, and in-turn valorize his own image as the organizer of a one-in-town event, that recruits mobs of other fakers and maybe a real celeb or two, which will only end up making me become too paranoid to travel easily within the streets of Lagos, on okadas, in buses or taxis if I wish. To be a part of this ‘celebrity’ world, where i keep stoking the fires of my childish need to have the last word and show off… just so the public will have a love/hate relationship with me. CELEBRITY MY YANSH
I quite agree. So here’s a slap for all the fake people out there who:
a. kiss ass to get on top. SLAP!!
b. bother us with mindless shit on facebook. SLAP!!
c. give us another reason not to watch naija events on TV. SLAP!!
d. add you as a friend on facebook so they can send you the latest video of their favorite celeb over and over again, dedicating the same track to you almost a thousand times… sorry I didn’t come to join facebook to be part of your business strategy. SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!!
A big SLAP for all pseudo celebrities.
CELEBRITY MY ASS!
Yours sincerely,
Flex
080808 September 8, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in Books, People.Tags: 080808, alder media, Books, ingera, leke alder, nigeria
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080808
One of the first things about 080808 that hits you is how many syllables it takes to say the name. If you say it properly, nine syllables, if you shorten it, six. And if you were to write it out, it would contain twenty-seven characters minus spaces. With spaces it would have twenty-nine characters.
Another thing that would probably hit you is its packaging. The novel is dinky and has a pleasing, non-threatening typeface set in an eye-pleasing and bibliophobe-calming point size. It has good packaging.
By this point you are probably wondering what this has got to do with me slapping 080808 or by extension Leke Alder, or maybe even by a further increment, his publisher, which brings us back to Leke Alder as he published his own book.
Well, before I get to the slapping, which will surely come in due course, I need you to understand why the book, and by extension the author need a good slap back to reality.
The above was an exercise in ironic post-modern writing. I have written the first couple of paragraphs in Leke Alder’s inimitable ‘faction’-prose style, imitating him in order to let you the reader know that I have read his book, and indeed understand his style. I also just threw out another reference there by assuming that you would not have picked up on that just as he would have. Lots of tiny insignificant details that in the end don’t add up to much more than padding to a book that turned out to be pretty humble in size anyway.
080808 is ostensibly a book about a military dictator who plans to extend his rule in a country called Ingera, and how his plan draws the attention of various international agencies, and the talents of the protagonist. Larry Hamilton.
What 080808 is really about is Leke Alder, and what he could (would/wished he could) have done during some of the political turmoil that have occurred in our great country. Don’t believe me? Please look here. Study the logo. Read the summary and the rationale behind it. Got it memorised?
Good. Now let us turn to page 041. “Larry had one elbow on the table, his body slightly diffident to the table at a slight angle. The arm on the table was over his mouth, a familiar posture when trying to take things in.”
No. He. Didn’t.
This book ladies and gentlemen, and I apologise to the ladies in advance, is Leke Alder’s masturbatory gift to us his fellow Nigerians. And, on a meta-narrative level, it is a cautionary tale on the pitfalls of surrounding one’s self only with people that are stupider than or just plain defer all the time to you. One could get an inflated sense of self worth you know.
Where to begin?
“HE CAME INTO THE OFFICE THAT MORNING, all geared up for the Monday morning meeting. Normally business starts at 9am but Monday mornings are different (In case you didn’t get the memo, it’s Monday, and its in the morning). The business review meeting starts at 8am and it can go on for up to 6 hours. At this meeting, all client instructions are reviewed, including the status of different jobs. Client difficulties are discussed, and strategies mapped out for the week. The entire group meets on Monday mornings: Specialty Practices, Strategy, Media, IT, Design…the works; and if you’ve been tardy on your job, you will dread Monday mornings at HDL Consulting. (HDL is the acronym of the first names of the founding partners – Harold, David and Larry).”
Leke Alder introduces us to his main character, right off the bat, one of the three controlling partners of a consulting firm called Alder Consulting…sorry, I mean HDL Consulting, on a Monday morning no less, and yes, you just read a word-for-word quote of the first paragraph. Who is this ‘HE?’ Let’s check the second paragraph -
“He is known to be extremely impatient with the niceties of greetings on Monday mornings. Hardly acknowledging good mornings from the receptionist and one or two junior partners milling about the reception desk, he walked briskly past reception, down the oak paneled[sic] corridor, into the lobby of light leading to the elevator. He rode the elevator up the 7th floor[sic] where the partners’ offices are located. It is also where the general conference room is situate[sic]. The joke in the office is that he takes very strong coffee on Monday mornings, (possibly mixed with Redbull some say). He always seems charged and ready to go. The truth of course is that Larry Hamilton…”
Success! We have a name for our mysterious ‘He’, as well as a peripatetic description of his office, office ‘jokes’, and office culture. Now, I am not bemoaning the fact that it took him two paragraphs to introduce the character’s name, oh no, I am bemoaning the fact that he doesn’t introduce him, not because he is building up some sort of mystery or suspense, but because he got carried away with the sundry details of his office environment (his being most likely Leke Alder) and some character traits (that are obviously there to make this character seem quirky and hence lovably/admirably eccentric). This occurs throughout the book -
“He had landed safely. No, he had no knowledge of a plane crash. That year he travelled to Montreal, London, New York, Paris, Barcelona, Rome, Dubai, Johannesburg, Accra, Dakar…about 21 countries and 45 cities in all, some repeatedly. Even though he travels first class, it was still uncomfortable. How comfortable can you be on a padded camping bed, which is the way he sees airplane seats. And the flights were sometimes too long. China was a total of 24 hours including switch-overs. He’s really impatient with long flights. The endless waiting for the plane to touch down, the terribly over-cooked and tasteless airline meals…And he hated immigration desks. Same stupid questions because he looked younger than his age. He suffered jet lags as he zoomed in and out of time zones: it can be so disorienting. That was last year. Today is Saturday, and he would relax.”
Yeah we get it. Larry hates flying (does Leke Alder?)
This, is my favourite infodump in the whole book -
“He settled on a sofa in his living room, kicked back his feet and unbundled “Helen’s pack” as he calls it. The files were about twenty in all. He began to go through them. He signed some letters, reviewed proposals, read reports and annotated instructions. He doesn’t really like reading files but it’s an executive necessity. He was through in one hour. Having sorted out the files, he settled down to his magazines. The first was of course The Economist. The lead stories in the January 27 – February 2, 2007 edition were Barack Obama? The Wandering Palestinian: 60 years soon; How bad is Russia’s oil industry? Myanmar’s miserry; The proud father of LSD. As he flipped through to read the article on the upstart Senator Barack Obama, he came across this advertisement spread on pages 64 and 65
(below this he inserts a scanned black and white image of the economist)
The header intrigued him. It asked, Does Science make belief in God obsolete? It was an advert by the Templeton Foundation and it featured the abbreviated opinions of eight scholars, some in favour, some against, and others noncommital. “It depends”, said Michael Sherman, a Professor at Claremont Graduate University and author of Why Darwin Matters. “Absolutely not!” said William Phillips, a fellow of Joint Quantum Institute of the University of Maryland.”No, and yes”, said Christoph Schonborn, the Archbishop of Vienna who was lead editor of The Catechism of the Catholic Church. “No, but it should”, said Christoph Hitchens, Author[sic] of God Is Not Great and the editor of The Portable Atheist.“No”, said Robert Sapolsky, a Professor of Neurological Sciences at Stanford University and author of A Primate’s Memoir.…”
He proceeds to list two more comments and then focuses on one more to expand upon. If I have to tell you what is wrong with that, then you should send me your name and contact information so that I can slap you too then recommend some creative writing courses and books.
This is even the okay stuff. I am not going to type out sections where he focuses on how wonderful, deep and intelligent Larry Hamilton is – to the detriment of any proper character development or story progression – or how all the female characters are one dimensional, or how the actual plot of the book does not start (and I do mean this. not even some foreshadowing) until the last paragraph of chapter 5, and then in chapter 6, instead of building on this, we get a paragraph on Larry’s BMW Z4 and how it can do 0-60 km/hr in 6.2 seconds and loads and loads of exposition on Larry’s meeting with one of the organisations that make up the ‘intrigue’ of the book. Chapter 7 is two pages long and introduces the general. A thinly veiled Abacha analogue, down to the fact that he keeps nocturnal hours.
Come on Mr. Alder, you can do better than this surely? The book is all over the place. In all the promotional material it is touted as a fast-paced thriller. In the book, it is touted as a ‘faction’, it starts of reading like fiction with long expository and highly descriptive scenes, and then in one amazingly odd scene on page 041, becomes a report on the events of this ‘Ingeran conspiracy’ by Leke Alder.
“Please forgive me for running ahead of myself. My name is Tomilade Brown. I run a group of companies with interests spanning finance, telecoms and oil. I am the Chairman of this group. To my right is …” [Editors note: The names of the other members of The Committee of Twelve are withheld for security reasons. But they control the media, oil and gas, banking, real estate, manufacturing, telecoms and IT sectors of the Ingeran economy. To reveal their names is to jeopardise their interests as well as Leke Alder's source, Talking Drum, in the CIA].”
Make up your mind man! Are you writing a book about ‘real events’ with fictional characters? Or are you reporting on an actual event? Or are you writing a fiction with the added conceit that you are reporting on this fiction? This is the first I heard of Leke Alder and his ’source’ since beginning this book.
I could continue on this tangent and begin talking about Leke Alder the man behind this rubbish, but I think I have mentioned his name enough already.
080808 is a silly, not engaging, amateurish, neurotic, self-aggrandising and badly edited piece of writing and I pray that it does not leave these shores in appreciable numbers as it could undo all the work that our current crop of Nigerian writers and their predecessors (like Chinua Achebe) have worked so hard to achieve.
Then again, maybe I am giving it too much credit. Most people will begin reading, get perplexed, get more perplexed, laugh at places they are not supposed to, and promptly forget about it and its place in Nigerian Literature (read: the wannabe pile).
194 slaps to the hand that wrote this book (one for every page) and another to the face of its editor and publisher…oh…they’re all probably the same person. Sorry Mr. Alder, you shouldn’t have written and published a crappy book about yourself and your fantasies (reality? schizophrenic nightmare landscape?) because when critics start tearing into it, they will inevitably tear into you as well.
Or, as in our case, slap you and your book really hard.
080808 you had it coming
For more bizarre, existential comedy, you can visit his website at www.lekealder.com
He Kills Me September 3, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in Music, People.Tags: dbanj, e-kills, ikechuckwu, mo hits
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I actually like this guy, so it pains me tremendously to have to do this but it does need to be done…
How does a guy go from being one of the best rappers in Nigeria to being a fucking groupie ho/houseboy to the biggest clique in Naija in the space of less than a year? How can a guy work so hard on building a tough guy/hardcore rapper image trying to shake off the huge mistake that was +My Name is Ikechukwu+ and then convert himself to the Mo Hits houseboy the next day? What kind of bloody moniker is E-kills when all he does is stick like glue to the Mo Hits crew?
Dude what the fuck are you doing? In case you haven’t realized it, you cannot build a name and career for yourself by constantly being seen with D’Banj and the Mo Hits crew. There is only room for one superstar in that group and it sure as hell aint you. Far as I know you aint even signed to Mo Hits, wtf happened to Storm? Take a cue from your boy Naeto C and stand on your own two feet. You know the situation must be desperate when dude is always in seen in the background anywhere D’Banj is. If you look carefully you’ll always see that bald head somewhere in the background when you see the Koko Master. I say look carefully because D’Banj be shining so much you gotta squint to see anyone else when he’s around. seriously. I go to Volar several times and every single time, I see them Mo Hits boys doing in big in VIP, popping bottles and shit and there’s Mr. E-Kills holding a glass begging for some bubbly. OK, that didn’t happen exactly like that but shit, I never saw him open or buy a single bottle the whole time I was there… just saying… in fact he looked rather uncomfortable constantly hovering in the background behind them boys… can someone who goes to Volar co-sign?
Then you see him in all their fucking videos… that 2pac song comes to mind… except he’s a guy… I think???
The last straw really for me was the Mo Hits video where dude shows up as the pilot on the jet them Mo Hits boys where riding. How totally and unforgivably lame is that? See for yourself below:
And then to top it off look at him grinning as if yes I’ve finally made it! I don hit jackpot! D’Banj don hire me as him driver!
I also checked out his myspace page and under favorite artists he has the following names: christopher wallace, tupac shakur,sean carter, reggie noble, wyclef jean… Now tell me which one of these guys could you imagine would ever allow himself to be someones driver in a video? Even Redman (Reggie Noble) as crazy as he is never did any such thing and he sure as hell wasn’t chilling in all Wu Tang vidoes or even his boy Method Man’s videos… Nigga this shit aint fucking gangsta! It aint even on hypeman levels thats just some straight dick riding shit. Get them boys nuts out your mouth… damn!
E-kills wake up call
Correct TV, ke. September 2, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in People, TV.Tags: Cable, Football, HiTV, nigeria, Pay TV, Proudly Nigerian, Soccer, Toyin Subair, TV
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Since this is my first post ever, I will take the time to introduce my Slap! Incarnation. I am Evilina. As my name implies, I am not nice. I am a dispenser of slaps of both the cold, hard and hot, stinging variety. I do not suffer fools but I try to be fair. That said, I trust I will not be troubled by whinging requests for “mercy” on the behalf of Slapees who are allegedly “trying.” In my articles, people who are trying will get slapped into actually doing. This is the way of Slap! and I am merely a humble conduit.
After much thought, I have decided to give the honour of my first Slap! to self acclaimed local champion cable network provider, HiTV. They are not receiving this honour because they deserve it but because their need for a very hot slap is urgent.
HiTV, which is owned by Highway Entertainment TV, launched in 2006 as a Pay TV service. From its inception, HiTV posed itself as Nigeria’s local champion set to wrest us from the dastardly, extorting grip of the monstrous cable monopoly that is DSTV. How? By the simple formula of providing quality TV at affordable prices. Correct TV, indeed.
Only that’s not quite how it’s gone down, is it, HiTV?
At the news of the impending rescue quite a few Nigerians happily dumped DSTV in favour of the homeland option. Many who never even had the budget for cable were now, for the entry price of about N33,000, able to purchase and install cable TV for their enjoyment. It should have been a beautiful story but something went horribly wrong.
People did not getting the service they paid for.
HiTV channels were randomly scrambled even when you didn’t owe any money. When you did finally get your channels, from one to the next, customers were typically treated to the same five or six programs regurgitated on a daily basis! But that’s not even the best part. When customers called to find out what the f*ck was going on, they were typically roundly scolded for not appreciating the fact that HiTV was a Nigerian initiative or realising that Rome was not built in a day. Apparently, HiTV customers were expected be grateful that their systems worked at all.
Things were supposed to get better. The genius, Proudly Nigerian minds behind HiTV promised more programs, more channels etc. The last I heard, they were supposed to be starting their own Reality TV Show possibly to be called “The Nigerian” with a winners pot of N10 million. Rumours have it that all plans for the show had to be scrapped because of something to do with DSTV. New channels included Primetime Africa, Nickelodeon, ART 2 and Love World TV. Correct TV, right?
But let me not forget their moment of triumph. Successfully out bidding DSTV for the license to air English Premier League, La Liga, and Italian Serie A. Oh happy day for Nigeria, a nation of football lovers if their ever was one. More people than ever rushed out to get themselves a piece of HiTV only to discover that the pay TV provider had no intention of delivering their beloved teams and matches to them. No. HiTV, apparently acquired the license so that they could torture Nigerian football lovers with it. Scheduled matches tended not to show on time. If they did show at all, the picture was unclear. Sometimes the commentary did not come on till towards the end of the match so customers were forced to enjoy the game in an eerie, N33,000 silence. And as for mid game and end game commentary? Don’t make me laugh! The money you pay neva reach that one!
I could continue on about HiTV’s sins but that would make this post like a Nollywooed movie (Part 2, Part 3, To God be the Glory). Instead I will just stop here and begin the slapping. I will be administering only four hot stinging slaps to HiTV because I do not want to break my slap hand off on these fools.
1. For Lying to Nigerians: You promised us that you would provide us quality programming at affordable prices. Instead for the price of N33,000 and a monthly cost of N3000 you have given us very bad TV and even worse excuses. DSTV extorts money from Nigerians but at least they give us something! I don’t care how new or Nigerian you are, Pay TV is a business. It is not a school and it is not a charity and I’m pretty sure that Toyin Subair is not working for free. If you are not ready to do the job, then get off the damn stage so that someone who is can do it.
*SLAP*
2. For Claiming that buying HiTV makes us “Proudly Nigerian”: How. Dare. You. I consider this an insult to Nigerians. How dare you suggest that buying a less than substandard product and making you richer will make me a better Nigerian! Are you guys on Crack? How about doing Nigeria proud by actually providing the service you’re collecting money for? How about taking responsibility for your blatant fockups instead of blaming technology, your service providers, DSTV and even your customers! In fact, I’m dashing everyone the right to dispense a hot slap to any HiTV Customer Service person that scolds you for not supporting HiTV as a Nigerian Enterprise even if you have to go down to Ebute Metta to deliver it. Keep in mind that rumours abound that this Proudly Nigerian Company is aspiring to sell out to one of the following: Sky, Virgin Group or Gateway Communications.
*SLAP*
3. For Hijacking the British Premier League, La Liga, and Italian Serie A Broadcasting License: Let us call a spade a spade. They hijacked it so that we would leave DSTV and give them our money. Now they have refused to broadcast it properly! Which kind of rubbish is that one? Do we not have enough problems contending with Nepa and Generator wahala? Does HiTV have to contribute their own? Abeg, collect am!
*SLAP*
4. And finally because I couldn’t be bothered to give Toyin Subair a whole post, I have kept his slap here and it’s a hot one. Toyin, this is for daring to show your face in public when you’re running such a slummy service. I would give you more but my slap hand is tired from slapping your shitty company up and down the street. Plus your afro is played out and I swear, If I see you cheesing in one more society rag in one more f*cking oversized buckle belt, I will come for you. Get some class, man.
*SLAP*
Hi-Rubbish.
Nigerian Primetime Radio September 2, 2008
Posted by slapnigeria in People, radio.Tags: brilla, cool fm, dan foster, kemistry, nigeria, phoenix, radio, rhythm fm
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I cannot stand Nigerian Radio Stations during primetime. Apart from the fact that most of them have lacklustre programming and presenters, they also spend the majority of my time making me listen to adverts. And terrible ads at that too.
Whatever happened to radio being about music and interesting audio-specific entertainment? Where are the interesting dramas with proper actors/actresses and sound effects? Where are the different music programs
featuring different types of music? All I hear is Nigerian and American pop mainly. And yes, that pop includes modern-day hip hop and its derivatives. Yes, kanye west, T.I, Lil’ Wayne, Naeto C, D’banj are pop, get over it.
I rarely get to even listen to the radio throughout the day. I am a primetime listener which means I listen in the morning as I get ready and head for work, and I listen again in the evening on my way back from work.
If I wanted to listen to adverts on the drive home I would…well, I don’t think I would ever want to only listen to adverts…ever!
I have turned on Cool FM in the morning on my way to work to listen to Dan Foster talk snark and play music and guess what? It took me 45 minutes to get to the office and in that time I heard Dan Foster speak twice and listened to one song, by Ne Yo of all people! Guess what the rest of my time was spent doing. No, I wasn’t flipping stations, I was listening in disbelief to adverts shouting all kinds of rubbish about Zain (nee Celtel), Indomie, BagCo Super Sack (the best thing on there might I add) for 45 MINUTES!
Wow! There must be some sort of regulation about this sort of thing. And if there isn’t I think I will be coming after the regulatory bodies after I am done with the stations. I know that they need to make money to keep going, but damn! 45 minutes worth of ad slots. That is 45 1 minute ad slots. I wonder how much that comes to…during prime time no less! Now, when I do get to listen to a show that actually plays music, I am pleasantly surprised. Unfortunately, not all shows are pleasantly surprising…some are unpleasant and shocking. Case in point, the show on Rhythm hosted by the one and only Kemistry. Where do I begin with this babe and her show? She does little or no research on the guests she interviews – Once, she argued with a musician that he didn’t wear glasses in his video, but he was wearing them in the studio and that’s why she
didn’t recognise him. First of all, let me emphasise that she didn’t know he was the one in the video. She. Did. Not. Know. Isn’t it your job as a presenter to get all/most of your facts about a guest before they come in to talk with you? What’s even worse is that it turned out he did wear glasses quite a bit in the video regardless of her protests to the contrary. She has let her phone ring multiple times during a show, she talks about herself too much…arrgh! I could go on for a bit on Kemistry, but she is not the only offender. Phoneix, also on Rhythm, puts me, and possibly herself to sleep on her show. You can imagine how dangerous that
is while driving! Brilla FM is filled with clones. Almost all of their presenters sound the same and deliver lines in the same fashion. It was odd the first time I noticed it, but quickly descended into Leke Alder levels of disturbing the more I heard it. Get more people with different voices Brilla!
Radio is supposed to provide a means whereby one can listen to music, get valuable information while on the move and even discover one or two things about the above, as well as a means of making the commute a lot more bearable. Instead, what it is in this country is a mixture of heavily mainstream music, presenters one cannot relate to (when they are not borderline or outright incompetent) because of their ‘wonderful’ accents and adverts telling you the same thing over and over and over and over and over…SLAP!
