Why the 4.0 Nintendo switch update is a game changer

​I woke in the middle of the night and opened twitter as usual. And I saw video posted with the title “when you approach your crush”. It was 29 seconds video. I can watch this quickly I said to myself. It was a Zelda BOTW video of link approaching a lynel and then running away. I laughed my hats off. 

Then I scrolled, and watched another, and watched another and another. I was having a headache by now, from laughing soo much, and then I saw it. ” Nintendo switch out with update 4.0, adding video capture support”. OMG. 

First of all, this is one of the things I love Nintendo for, they love to surprise. There was no leak of this update anywhere, and it gives an excitement that doesn’t wear-off soon, as opposed to something you’ve been expecting. 

Anyway, I open the article and begin to read. The most important feature for me still being video capture. So, I read more and found out, the recording is just for 30 seconds! Just 30 seconds! God bless you Nintendo, please don’t ever change that. The reason I could watch soo many videos in the first place was because I felt those 30 second videos wouldn’t waste my time, they were straight to the point. I watch  a lot of videos or plays in youtube, and most times when someone posts a clip, it’s usually 4 minutes of boredom + 1 minute of excitement + another 5 minutes of boredom. In the end I had wasted 9 minutes of my life and data that is precious to me. Which is why I watch a lot of Kotaku’s highlight reels on youtube. They are a compilation of short gaming clips that are straight to the point and funny. 

Whoever thought of this idea at Nintendo is Bae. I mean, the concept would have been to manually start the recording and manually stop It for how long you like, even tho this gives you all the freedom, it’s a terrible idea. First of all, it means you are nw playing to record. You are conscious of the fact you are recording and you will try to get something out of it. Rather than truly enjoying the game, and when something magical happens you react like “oh sh**! I’ve gotta save that, and then you simply hold down the capture button and it saves what just happened. Thank you Nintendo! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! 

If you’re wondering why I called this a game changer, you see, other console owners don’t believe Nintendo gamers have as much fun as we do, but oooo boy, they are in for a shocker, because twitter and Facebook is about to get flooded with a lot Nintendo Awesomeness! And will this lead to more sales? Definitely. We play on the go, post on the go! Switch Power!

The reality of buying the Nintendo Switch in Nigeria.

Just like you, I was looking for information before and after buying Nintendo’s Latest console, I was reading reviews everywhere I could find them, stocking up information. After purchasing the system, I realized that the experience the Nintendo Switch gives to a third world country is very different from the experience I was reading about and watching online from foreign countries.

At this point, I will quickly drop a disclaimer that, This post was not sponsored by Nintendo in anyway. 

I am not a Nintendo fan. Infact I used to laugh at people who had consoles, but that was because i played games on my PC. I always thought it pointless to own a console, when you could have a pc you could use for work and for gaming, which XBOX games and Playstation games would still come to (Apart from 1 or 2 exclusives which wont kill you if you dont play). My last Nintendo console was the Gameboy, played a lot of N64 at my friends homes. and that was it. No 2DS, no 3DS, no gamecube, no Wii, no Wii u. So why the Nintendo switch? I’d like to think of myself as a geeky open minded person, who knows a good thing when he sees it.

DECLINE

I kept saying to myself, “you must be getting old”.

My interest for gaming was declining, the only games I played now was Soccer with my friends, I played like 2 adventures, Metal gear and Tomb raider, which took a very long time to finish, but i was dedicated. I had a gaming pc. But i was no longer a kid. Time was of the essence.

I remember searching the android appstore on my phone, looking for something i could play at unplanned spare times, but couldnt find anything. Either the games were too basic, or filled with ads, or didnt have enough graphics, or the controls were off. I just couldnt find that balance, so i went  back to PC gaming…back to soccer…with the friends.

You see playing Games when youre no longer a kid is different, and in Nigeria, its way more different, because apart from the fact that you have less time, It is hard to plan your life because of our Electrical Power System for the sake of this post lets call this system NEPA. 

Believe it or not, it’s 2017 and over here, we still don’t have constant power supply. So, you can be watching the Uefa champions league match and NEPA goes off. The feeling of rage and disappointment can never be gotten used to. The reviews I had read never mentioned a scenario like this, so you can imagine the delight, when NEPA tripped off, and after the disappointment for about a second, I realised I could take the switch out of its dock and still continue to play.

This happened again at a friends house, I took my switch, so we could play some multi-player games. While playing power went out again, and I heard him sigh and hiss, and when I pulled out the switch from the dock, I could see the delight on his face, and a gasp from my second friend. In a country where power supply is not constant. The Switch is a Fantasy. 

In a third world country, because of the power condition, which results to hours of heat, boredom, idleness and frustration. We tend to go out a lot. We call friends and then ask them if they have power, and let them know we are coming over (the called friend has no problem with this, since even he will feel bad if you come to share in his boredom). 

BACK TO GAMING

The Nintendo Switch is a great system, I have some friends who don’t believe some current games such as Fifa 18, WWE and NBA 2k18 are all coming to the switch. I’ve done my research and I know that, it’s a little under powered than the PS4 but more powerful than the PS3. So I know it will get most of the current games. 

I’m glad Nintendo brought a variety of play styles other consoles don’t have, such as, 1. Playing in portable mode. 2. Playing in TV mode. 3 playing in Table Top mode.  Being able to carry it on the go is simply amazing. Cheapest price for it right now is on Jumia (Jumia First) for around N153k. 

If you have any Questions, I’ll gladly answer them here (comments section) or here (Davinci4real@yahoo.com). My last food for thought is this. “If a particular game, came out on the PS4, Xbox and Nintendo Switch. Wouldn’t the Switch be the best console to buy the game on? 

 Nintendo Switch trailer: https://youtu.be/3c6MWsEE884

WHY BLACKBERRY OS6 & 7 USERS IN NIGERIA HESITATE TO UPGRADE TO OS 10.

Countries are different, and they should be treated differently. Every international sales man knows this. What works for Country A might not work for Country B.

Nigeria, 2008. I had a Nokia E5. It was a wonderful phone. Nice build quality. And I was happy with it. I took pictures, recorded videos, listened to music and….that was it. I would often hear people talk about Twitter, or apps, or sites. my brother would say, why don’t you get a BlackBerry? Afterall you are a social person. The next morning, I woke up, Picked up my phone, Stared at it, and there was absolutely nothing to do. I couldn’t download an app, I couldn’t download a song, I couldn’t go on Facebook, I couldn’t…communicate. DATA was way too expensive. I sold my phone that morning. I NEEDED DATA.

I got a BlackBerry and subscribed to one of their BIS monthly plans. It was like my eyes had been opened to the light. Like I had eaten the forbidden fruit. I was surfing the Web like a maniac. And I had BBM. It was the best communication tool. How could you not have BBM? Lots of people around me Got Blackberry’s too. And everyone was happy. BlackBerry solved the DATA problem for all of us. Until a few years later….

DATA was still expensive (and is still is today). But suddenly there were advanced apps and games that we BlackBerry users couldn’t use. E.g: Instagram, Temple run, Skype…e.t.c. It was the new trend. Those new phones which could run these apps and games also had amazing screen qualities. Their displays were sharp and clear. But we BlackBerry users didn’t care. We had DATA and push email. They didn’t. All they did was grumble. Fast forward a few years more. And people were beginning to leave. People had found DATA solutions. Buy buying routers and modems for their household. Even though it was still expensive, it was somehow bearable. BlackBerry however, never came up with phones good enough for instagram and temple run…and I considered leaving. I was about to switch to android when I heard of… BlackBerry10.

Could it be true? Finally…a device from BlackBerry that could run these apps and games? by this time, most people had gone to Android. And till today they haven’t forgiven BlackBerry. Few people like me, who had a tiny winy lil bit of loyalty. Decided to stay and see what this new OS 10 had to offer. So I waited for the launch. And got one in 2013. Even though the OS was still 10.0. I was still Mindblown!  I had used an Samsung galaxy 3 and an Ipad for a while before purchasing the Z10. The BB10 Os offered soo much. IOS and Android never gave such features off the bat,  they relied more on apps. I loved my Z10 until the tragic news hit me….I wouldn’t be able to use my BIS (BlackBerry Internet service) plans anymore….

Outrage, anger, every flaming emotion you can think of. Fortunately the OS was amazing enough for me to stay. The android users who were once BlackBerry users didn’t even want to test out BB10, they had no reason to. The Z10 didn’t support BIS, and I didn’t care about the encryption or push email. I was back in 2008.

All I wanted and all I still want (one year later) is just DATA…

the “NYSC CAMP” truth

I have brothers, sisters, friends, cousins, any kind of relation you can imagine, who have gone through the NYSC program, and no one ever told me how it really is….I mean, of course they do, but you get responses like “camp is very good”, “camp is nothing, you’d be done in no time”, “camp is fun”…..that’s the most painful one….(“camp is fun”)… LIE!!!
The camp rules are like any other camp rules.
There is a timetable for what to do at any particular time.
No fighting
No stealing
Bla bla bla…there is only one thing that makes this program different…..the SOLDIERS. Bunch of horrible people I tell u (except my platoon commandant, Shaggi). These military men don’t have ears. They simply don’t want to know or care or reason. If a soldier gave you an order, and you told him you were dying and you couldn’t do it. He would force you to carry out the order and you would still have to ask for permission to die.
I had heard about the drilling and all. I was ready for frog jumps, push ups and most of those kind of drills, infact I had practiced some of these at home before coming….and still I wasn’t ready for what I went through, all I did was a waste of time.
The first drill from the very first day you got into camp, was for everyone to stand under the sun for 3 hours. I wasn’t in one bit ready for that, my waist wanted to scatter, my spinal cord was breaking away from its position, I felt sorry for myself for being light skinned, my legs had no nerve endings anymore, they became poles just to assist my standing. You only got to do the frog jumps and push ups when you were punished. And that was the major drill…just standing or sitting…in the sun….nasarawa sun.
After a week and some days, just as I had suspected, my body had damaged to the point where I was feeling less pain nw. Everything else was still hell. We had to wake up everyday by 3:30am or 4am (some woke earlier, some woke later), and the soldiers come to chase everyone out of the hostels by 5. What the soldiers loved, was to catch you in your hostel after everyone had gone out. The punishments gave them pleasure.
There was no electricity, there was little water, and the food made your tummy run (most of the time). You had to charge your phone at a market in the camp called “mami”, you could also bath and eat there, and do almost everything there, but then again you are not the son of Dangote, your resources are limited and finish faster than a coke bottle. As if things were not bad enough, there came THE RAIN.
The sun rays in Nasarawa were the hottest I had ever experienced. It was even hotter than the state where I had my university degree, ondo state (the sunshine state). What we didn’t know was that the rain was much worse.
It started gently around 7:30, there were no windows. The rain had begun to pour through the windows and unto the beds of my friends about 10 minutes later. I started laughing at them and it didn’t take long before my own bed which was far from the window began to get wet, making them laugh at me too. From then on, it got horrible. There were whirlwinds that looked like tornado’s. And very sandy wind gusts. Roofs tore apart. People were running scared, the hostels got flooded. And our beds still ended up getting soaked.
The damn soldiers still came to chase us by 5am and nothing was said the following morning. Service continues.
I had very funny bunk mates with funny names such as; Baddo, Oshomlole, Udeme, Anaconda, Super model, and I was given the name Osaze Odemwingie. Towards the end of the second week. All the corpers in their various hostels made soo much noise, and finally camp was beginning to look like fun. But the soldiers won’t have any of that. That night became the most terrible night.
FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! I woke with a jolt. Hitting my head against the upper bunk. I spun around, and hit my left elbow on one of the iron bars, with my knees scraping the edge of the iron bunk as I almost fell out. I felt no pain. I had adrenaline rushing through my body.
Turning like a mad man looking left and right, I couldn’t see any fire. Everyone else had woken up too. I heard the shouting of fire again and realized it was coming from the soldiers. Everyone had begun to dress. Some didn’t even dress, they just ran out…naked. “this is serious” I said to myself. I wore my complete corper white and white attire. How? I had learned to dress in 60 seconds, making it harder for the soldiers to get to me in the room and punish me, whenever it was time for them to chase us. I ran outside.
Everyone was heading to the camp ground. So I did the same. We got there and were ordered to sit on the ground. It was only when I sat that I realized the time was 2:00am. The camp commandant came out and said to us that this was a fire drill. I became furious! As well as all the corpers around me too. We were mad angry!!! We didn’t respond to what the soldiers and the camp commandant were saying. We didn’t even want to listen. They were saying stuff like, they did it because we were being naughty and stubborn, and that it would happen again if we didn’t change our ways. We all went back to our hostels around 3:30am. And the crazy damn soldiers still came to wake us by 5. Damn!!!
Everything else was pretty calm after that night. We didn’t want another “fire alarm”. It was the last week of the program. Everyone had started counting down to the last day. We still marched in the sun every morning and afternoon, which was crazy. And finally some days before the last day came, the day we had been waiting and practicing for…PARADE DAY.
Dignitaries and people of importance all came to watch us perform our march past. Why the parade was soo important to them, was something I really didn’t understand. This was the reason why we had been under the sun everyday. It started early, just as the sun had begun its madness, nobody had eaten breakfast yet, I was feeling faint, I looked up at the sun and cursed, and I couldn’t believe what happened next…
GBAM!!! Someone standing a at a distance FAINTED! “blood of God” I said to myself. The ambulance rushed to pick up the person. I used the back of my palm to touch my forehead, it was Hot! I returned to the AT-EASE position. I heard screams again. Another person far off had fainted. Then a third person….fourth person….corpers were dropping like logs of wood. The parade was also a competition and each platoon was trying to be at its best. I saw the fifth person go down. It was a girl. She fell face down, then was struggling to get back up, making her look like a drunk corper. It was at that point, our platoon leader who was standing at the front started shouting softly, without turning his head to look in any direction, Just loud enough for only our platoon to hear; “NOBODY IN THIS PLATOON MUST FAINT” I strained my ears to hear properly “…I REPEAT, NOBODY IN THIS PLATOON MUST FAINT!” “You must be mad” I said to myself, it was funny and annoying at the same time, and my platoon members just laughed at the command.
With only few days to go. There were other activities such as, miss nysc, mr macho, karaoke night, which was of no interest to me, cause the soldiers always came to chase us away just as it was becoming fun. Even on the last night, when we had our bonfire, they still came to chase us, like about 30 minutes after we started (it seemed like 30 minutes anyway). On the last day we had one last parade, and after that we were given our redeployment letters. I was posted back to oyo, “Praise the lord” I said to myself, I picked my bags and ran out of the camp, just like other corpers were doing, only difference was, I didn’t look back.

2012 in review

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DEC 2012: THE END OF THE WORLD?

Do you remember the saga of the Y2K bug?
What is Y2K bug?
During 1960s to late 80s there was a widespread practice in all computer softwares to use two digits for representing a year rather than using 4 digits. This was done to save computer disk and memory space because these resources were relatively expensive in those times. As the year 90’s approached experts began to realize this major shortcoming in the computer application softwares. In year 2000, the computer systems could interpret 00 as 1900 messing up all the computing work. For example if a program function is calculating difference between two dates, it would calculate a negative number. For example difference between 1 Jan 2000 and 31 Dec 1999 could be calculated as -100 years rather than
1 day. This was a major bug for the whole finance industry. The bug not only existed in computer software but it also existed in the firmware being used in the computer hardware. In general this bug threatened all the major industries including utilities, banking,
manufacturing, telecom, airlines.

How was it averted?
Y2K bug was a clicking time bomb for all major computer applications. The computer and system application companies came out with year 2000 compliant operating systems and system software. IT companies around the world spent billions of dollars to go through their entire application source code to look for the Y2K bug and fix it. Almost everybody raced around to make themselves Y2K compliant before the fast approaching deadline. Finally when the big day came, many utilities and other companies switched off their main computers and put the backup computers on work. When the clock ticked Jan 1, 2000, no major problems were reported. Almost
every bank worked fine, no major power outages were reported,
airplanes still flew and the whole world went on with its normal life.

But this is quite different, Even though some also believed the world would end in the year 2000. This is on a different scale. Now we are talking about Cataclysmic, transformative or apocalyptic events or chain of events that could happen and not just computer bugs that could bring about the end of the world.
Imagine yourself walking on your street, thinking about christmas, and then you begin to hear rumbles, and the ground begins to vibrate, and the road begins to tear up, and now you are jumping from patch to patch, the smell of sulphur choking you, and suddenly there’s this huge pit of fire where there wasn’t any before. And you look behind and you see the biggest wave of water ever! But it doesn’t even hit you cause the ground below you gives way, and you’re falling, and falling, and falling…… Anyway…
The annoying thing is that there are soo many archaeological, mythological and numerological sources that point to the date: 21st DECEMBER 2012….forget the 12-12-12 myth.
Now its either the world ends on that day, or that day marks the beginning of an apocalypse. For example let’s look at the Mayan calendar. The Mayans were spiritual people that had the gift of foresight. They had a calendar (a very long one) called the long count, which lasts for approximately 5,125 years. And ends around dec 21st 2012. This is meant to signify the end of the great cycle and the end of the world. (if only they had paper, that calendar would never end). They also had elders who believed the year 2012 was the year of the transformational shift. There are also other historic cultures that point to that date, such as the Aztecs and the Toltecs. What are you waiting for? Meet your local native-doctor today and get some information.

Alright, let’s go celestial. The date 21st DEC 2012 is a significant celestial date. The date marks the completion of a 26,000 year celestial cycle…”the precession of the equinoxes”[a wobble in the earth’s axis slowly traces out a cone over approx. 25,685 years. This means the constellations shift by 1 degree every 72 years. A full rotation is called a “precession”]
There is also the Galactic Alignment. On that day the equator of the Earth, the Sun, and the Milky Way will fall into alignment. What will happen when that happens, I really don’t know. Only that gravity would have a destructive effect or something.
Cataclysm? I don’t see how the world is supposed to end without any element of catastrophe. We have watched movie like “2012” and the rest. Where buildings collapse and we have super earthquakes and mighty tsunamis, and fire raging. Well if any of that is gonna happen, you shouldn’t even bother yourself thinking about it, since ur chance of survival would be around 0.01. How ever there are people that believe there is a rogue planet called Nibiru (also known as planet X or Eris) and is coming to destroy the Earth in 2012. Its said this rogue planet on a 3,600 year orbit is about to enter the inner solar system, and cause havoc upon Earth. Its said this planet was also known to the mesopotamians and mayans. How ever what annoys me so is that, our NASA won’t tell us anything, in an attempt to provide calmness and avoid panic. *kissing my teeth*
There is also the rumor of an impending pole shift that will tear the world apart. Saying the mantle of the earth would shift in a matter of days or even hours changing the position of the north and south poles, thereby causing worldwide disaster, with earthquakes and tsunamis. It would be the ultimate planetary catastrophe.
There’s also the saying that solar storms from the surface of the sun. Would knock out power grids and cause havoc.
Or it could just be the end of america (world power)
Or the beginning of the end…
Whatever it is, u shouldn’t bother yourself too much, since there are a lot of skeptics who have their own views, such as:
The mayans did not have an unlimited space to create an unlimited calendar. That if they did, They would, if they could. (damn that paper).
That the “precession of the equinoxes” occurs over 36 years and not a single day.
That the earth is nowhere near the galactic plane and the most precise alignment already happened in 1998.
Also Biblically, no one is supposed to know the date of the end of time. So, Personally I think you should get some friends, go to the cinema, eat some popcorn and watch Twilight, and everything would be just fine.

KANU, DISASTER AND BARE FEET

12 June 2011

On that day, the legendary African player “kanu nwankwo” retired from international football, and was hosting a ‘testimonial match’ that day. Not like I cared, but he was an ex-arsenal player and that meant something to me. But the main attraction about that sunday was that, superstars from all over the world were gonna be there. Eto, eboue, drogba, essien, adebayor, okocha, e.t.c, and lots of others, even if I were to travel out to watch them, I wouldn’t still see them all, and in one day for that matter. Besides the “teslim stadium” was very close to my house, and the ticket price was very affordable, too affordable inshort. It was just too good to be true. All I needed now was a friend who was on the same page with me, so that we could go together.
Funny enough, most of my friends didn’t want to go, and I was giving up quickly. But I found “Andy”- long time friend, always with an afro, great sportsman, has a lot of speed like ashley cole, thereby earning the nickname “andy cole”. Andy was just as excited as I was to see these superstars. So we decided to go watch the match.
We got there 20 minutes early. And met a long line, but the line was moving, so that wasn’t a problem. We joined the line and started buying accessory kits from hawkers selling football accessories like, hand bands, flags, head bands, most of them with the green-white-green nigerian flag color. Everything was going on well and we were close to the gate now, but I noticed the line was slowing down and I was getting worried. There was just 7 minutes left for the match to start, and the line had completely stopped moving. I stuck my head out to see what was happening and I saw that there was something like a little fight between the security men and the people about to enter. All of a sudden we heard shouts and moans…and that was when the madness began…
The very long line of people scattered! And everyone had surged forward, trying to enter a gate only wide enough for 2 people to enter at the same time, with the security men trying to push everyone back. At this point I and Andy were being squeezed soo tight, all we could do was swear and curse and hold our pockets tight so that we don’t get robbed…not like we had room to move our hands anyway. The tightness got soo much. I told Andy we had to leave, and he simply answered “how?” that’s when I realized we were right in the middle of the crowd. a crowd that was impossible to move in. things only got worse! I had people pressing up against my chest and my back, and it was getting impossible to breathe now…not because my chest was being pressed or anything but because it just seemed like everyone was sucking all the oxygen out of my reach. I was sweating like crazy! And it felt like I was in a dark hole. Since everyone around me was bigger and taller. The noise got louder and everything was getting more and more maddening.
Now it felt like I was drowning, I remember saying to myself, “at this rate, I’m gonna pass out”. I pushed myself upwards and my head forward, just like u do, when u are underwater and need to come up for air. I sucked some oxygen and went back down. Saying to myself repeatedly ” what the hell, what the hell…” I could hear Andy shout “person go die for here o”. the crowd had this backward and forward movement, since the security men were trying to get people back and the people were trying to get forward. The crowd was my greatest enemy right now. Some minutes later, My feet were no more touching the ground. The crowd had choked me up to that extent. They were practically just carrying me. So when the crowd went from side to side, my body went it, and I was like” this is it, I’m going to die” everyone had gone insane. I put my head down in a “give up” manner and then I saw her…
She was close to me, a girl of about 9 years, and I was like “you have to be kidding me!” if she wasn’t dead by now, she was going to be soon. If the oxygen I was getting with my height was this little, then she had to be getting Zero oxygen down there. I entered “super hero” mode! But first I needed oxygen. My legs were no longer touching the ground, therefore I couldn’t jump to get oxygen. With my energy in reserve, I brought out my arms, held people and lifted myself upwards, I sucked another huge amount of oxygen…this was worse than being in water right nw. Well I got stuck and couldn’t get down as quickly as I wanted, it was then I caught a glimpse of what was happening at the gate.
There were no more security men. But now there were army soldiers with shocking/stunning devices and batons and guns. And I was like “BLOOD OF GOD!!!” the crowd was still pushing forward, and people were still squeezing themselves in. Some successful and some not successful, they either got stunned or hit down or something. showing ur ticket didn’t matter anymore. Well I’d have to worry about that later, since the crowd was pushing me and everyone forward. And I knew I would be facing those soldiers soon enough, but for now I had to save the girl.
I forced myself down, put the girl infront of me and pushed the crowd forward with all my strength, giving her just enough space to at least breathe. I shouted at the top of my voice “small pikin de for here o!!!” but no one even heard my scream. I turned to andy, shouting, and telling him what was going on at the gate, and he replied with a shout too that he saw what was happening. And I shouted “ANDY DEM DE SHOCK PEOPLE!!!” and he shouted back “THAT THING NO DE SHOCK JO” in my mind I was like “this guy must be crazy”! Rain was drizzling heavily now, and the crowd was madder than ever! Slipping and falling to the ground would result to instant death. Could the day get any worse? Yup. I looked up and saw that I was close to the front of the gate and the army men. And it looked as frightening as ever from up close. My turn had come…was I going to get shocked? Or beaten? Or shot?
The crowd close to the gate was soo wild. I turned around and couldn’t find Andy anywhere, the girl was gone too. Everything had gone out of hand. I was at the point where the madness was generating. I could see the army men were at the sides of the gate, not infront of it. I could see the anger in their faces. And they were hitting/ shocking/ stunning anyone that was trying to make it through the gate. There were only a couple of people infront of me nw, out of 5, like 2 managed to enter successfully without getting hit, I saw an army man hit one guy, and the guy just went down, and didn’t get up again. “SHIT!!! He just killed that guy” I said to myself. I saw that these men were going for people’s heads. And whenever they used their stunning devices and missed, the rain around it would splash. Meaning the electricity that device was producing was strong enough to affect the rain falling. Plus I was going to get shocked with water on my body…doesn’t that double the effect? At that point, I felt like climbing the crowd behind me and running on their heads back. But the crowd was even stronger than all the army men there combined together. Nw here I was at the front line, even if I wanted to pray, there was no time to, it was now or never… I had 2 guys to my left and 2 to my right or so. I was stuck in the middle, there was no room to maneuver or side dodge. First of all I’m good at dodging, when I play soccer, I hardly get injuries, i react just quickly enough to make sure u miss my leg while you are trying to tackle. But in this situation there was just no room. And being stuck like this just made us sitting ducks. My heart was racing now…and I did the unexpected….
I lifted myself up, standing on those that were trying to duck. With my head sticking out in clear view. I was easy prey. The army man on my left, went for those ducking low below. And the army man on my right, came for me. I could see his eyes. They were wide open, with his teeth clenched in anger. he held the stunner and began swinging at my head with might and speed…I waited for his arm to come…It had to be perfect. If I missed. He would hit me sending me back with shock and daze, and the crowd would definitely trample on me….death! WWWWWHHHHOOOOSSSSHHHHH!!!!! I ducked just in time…hearing the noise of the device going over my head, repealing all the rain that was supposed to fall on me. I didn’t have time to look at the soldier to see the disappointment on his face, I had to move fast just incase he wanted to swing back. The other soldier must have gotten the guy under me, cause I was beginning to loose my balance like he was falling to the ground. I jumped forward anyways and landed in a side-rolling manner… I was in….but with no slippers.
The pam slippers I was wearing was gone. Both feet. I looked around for Andy. And i couldn’t still find him, I couldn’t find the girl neither. I hoped she made it. I turned around and saw Andy. And we started laughing like idiots. He saw my bare feet and laughed harder. After cursing and swearing for the soldiers. We looked for where we could buy a pair of flip flops at least. We couldn’t find any and we decided to watch the match like that. We went inside, got a seat and sat. The match hadn’t even started. We bought drinks cause we were exhausted. The match started like 20 minutes later. And it was fun. Being surrounded by raw emotion and d freedom to do whatever, even dance with bare feet, made it better than being in a cinema. Saw all the superstars play plus my governor played too.
We left before the match ended, so that we didn’t have to see any crowd again. At the gate, we saw over 50 pair of slippers and shoes, scattered all over. we just laughed and I was ready to walk home bare footed, cause I wasn’t sure about how I was supposed to find my own pair among so many. But Andy decided that we look for it. I found one and he found one. And we laughed all the way home.

ORGANIZATION

Word press could be funny at times. I admit its a pretty good site for blogging. But they keep having these upgrades and keep changing the way things look. I noticed the stories I kept in my archives were had for people to locate. So I have brought them all out. To the main page. So that they could be easily accessed. your comments could not be transferred though. So I’m keeping them safe there (in archives) that’s that (menu +) thingy. Pls keep commenting. Too see more stories hit the “load more posts” button at the bottom of the page. Much love.
Vinci.

this really happened…

I have a 7 am flight tommorow morning and here I am playing ‘pro evolution soccer’ by 2 am (which is usual by the way) so, my eyes are getting heavy and I don’t want to be on that plane with eye bags just incase there’s a super dupa chick sitting beside me. Pack my laptop and head upstairs to my room. Open my door as quietly as possible and dere’s my look alike brother turning to stare at me *sigh* (he never sleeps heavy). Dress my bed a little and *thump* land on it.
I’m awake and I’m feeling dizzy and everything seems blurry, bath, dress, eat, say ma goodbye’s and get into the car with my brother. He drops me at the airport, chop knuckles, and I run off. Check in bags..go through all the procedures and finally I’m in the plane.
Check ma ticket for ma seat number…B19. I walk down the aisle looking left and right (see chicks!). walk happily to my section, and ….the place is filled with old men and women, *sigh* (honestly I always get to sit beside old people in buses, and places, don’t know why). Anyway I take my seat beside this old woman, greetings and all.
…..1hr later and we are off. Can feel my ears popping and I know I’ll be in serious pains by the time I land. I keep looking down d aisle, waiting for these waitresses to serve meals…there’s no music and I can’t turn on ma phone, *sigh* I look outside my window and i can see d famous silver linings on d clouds…smile to myself and close ma eyes….and den it happens…
“ARA JIHAD MAHAR!”….*ma eyes shoot open* wat da!? I turn to look down the aisle again to see the mad man shouting. And I see this full bearded man with an Iraq full gown, holding a round object in his hand, with his eyes closed, sweating like mad….”HAJID ALLAH…..” he continues shouting….I turn back around, gripping my two handrests tightly, with my eyes closed…I say “father lord! This cannot be happening right?” ….and then BAAM! My heart skips two beats, and I open one eye slowly to see this chic in suit with a smoking gun, just infront of me. I turn again to see the full bearded man on the floor with the round object rolling slowly towards me….”oh my lord” I say to myself *exhaling*….and from nowhere comes another Iraq looking dude, he pounces on d round object and starts fumbling with it. And the chic in the black suit begins to scream at the top of her voice “PUT DOWN THE OBJECT AND PUT UR HAND ABOVE UR HEAD!”…I’m not sure the Iraq dude can hear English cause he just keeps fumbling with it….by now the lady, the Iraq guy and everybody else on the plane is screaming…..BAAM! BAAM! BABAAM! BAAMBAAM!….
With my head bent low to my knees and my hands over my head, looking at the floor, all I see is yellow lights. And I can hear More than a lady’s voice shouting with authority and I realize she’s not alone. But I also hear more than one Iraq guy shouting too and exchanging bullets with these guys in suit. Once again I close my eyes “lord, all I ask for is for u to wake me from dis dream right nw”…BAAM! BAAM!…”lord even though I am dis close to you in the sky u refuse to hear me now o”…BABAAM!…well as an African man, I know dying in a dream is just as bad as dying in real life. so be it a dream or not, I aint dying on this plane. with my eyes wide open again, body still bent I begin to fumble with my seat belt thinking to myself dat if I could just get to the side of the plane and crouch there I’ll be alright….and just like in the movies, the seat belt refuses to come off. I look at the old woman beside me, and I can tell she’s still alive. But probably fainted…….and all I hear now is silence….
No more gunshots, no more flickering yellow lights and no more yelling…. Still bent I turn my head to the right, and I see blood all over the other side of the plane. “damn” and den I begin to hear wails. This time the seatbelt finally comes off. And half standing half bending I take a look round the plane…I see people crying, people who have fainted, people who are no more, and just a few percentage of dem are alive and well, and they are running around helping people. As far as I can tell all the people on suits are gone and so are the Iraq dude’s too
….the next thing someone grabs my left leg. And I begin to feel sorry for the person as I turn my waist to deliver a deadly kick to the person’s face, as the person must not know I play soccer a lot in stadium for that matter…I see the persons face just in time. And its a girl of about ma age, screaming for help. A woman is lying beside her unconcious, I scratch my head…”umm I have a sister who’s a doctor” and she screams “YES, pls help” and I’m like ” I said my sister not me…” but she drags me to the floor. And I tell her “I only know how to perform a CPR” she drags me closer to the woman, “ok ok”…after about 6 minutes of performing my amateaur mouth to mouth respiration, the woman finally begins to cough. “thank goodness” the girl says and at dat point the plane begins to wooble, and everybody begins to scream again. Damn! The pilot! Nobody checked the pilot!?…I turn around and tell the girl I have to go check the pilot. She says something back, but I didn’t quite hear, as I’m up and off already.
I’m running through the aisle nw. And d plane’s wobbling seems to be getting worse. With suitcases flying out of their dockers and different stuff flying around and I’m dodging this and dodging that, I manage to get to the cockpit, and I grab the door handle, then a new fear overwhelmes me and gets me thinking…(wat if one of those Iraq dudes is there with a gun…wat if he’s fighting with the pilot right now…wat if…) just then I feel this hand crawling up my shoulder…my heart skips a beat and I turn around….”sorry its me..” I see its d girl I just helped, and I whisper”are you crazy!?”and she says “I told u I was coming with u” “I didn’t damn hear you” “I’m sorry” “its ok, just be quiet”. Luckily the cockpit door is open…or unluckily. And I’m opening it slowly…slowly…slowly….I put my head through and den peep. And there are 2 dead people on the floor. But the pilot is still on his seat. “thank God” the girl says. And I tap the pilots shoulder and his head lifelessly swings to the side. “eeeek!”the girl screams. “would you stop scaring the hell out of me!” with both hands over her mouth she nods and says “no pilot…we are gonna die” and I’m like “yup, but Not today” I walk over to the pilot’s seat. Drag him to the ground and also see that there was a co-pilot, but dead too. I take the pilot’s seat and the girl takes the co-pilot’s. We both put on our head gear and start yelling into the mic…HELP! ANYBODY THERE? HEEEEELLLP…no response. With frustration I take off my head gear. And I grab hold of the yoke (joystick) and the girl looks at me…”have you done this before?” “nope” “you have a brother who’s a pilot?”…”yup”…”man, I love ur family”…”me too” and with both my hands And my eyes closed I begin to pull the yoke outward. (father lord pls let this be like all those simulation flight games I play on my laptop)…and the girl starts to yell again “yes yes!” its coming up. I open my eyes to check the altimeter and the attitude indictor (artificial horizon). I do my best to level my wings using the guage. And we both exhale….and then BANG!
a loud bang comes from way behind the aircraft. And a little screen above us begins to display ” RUDDER MALFUNCTION “…”this just keeps getting worse”. I jump out of my seat. And drag the girl with me. “hey, where are we going?” “c’mon, this plane is crashing”. We run down the aisle of the wobbling plane. We get two lifejackets from under the seats…we yell out loud telling everyone the planes gonna crash and we have to get off nw. Some people come over and some people don’t…me d girl and some others position ourselves to open d emergency exit hatch…it comes off…and the air that rushed into the plane was soo much it made us stagger. Everyone jumped out ahead of us…and just before we jump she yells out…”I DIDN’T GET YOUR NAME”…I yell mine and she yells hers…and she yells “ONE MORE THING”…and I’m like “WHAT?”….she says…”YOU DON’T HAVE A BROTHER WHO’S A SKYDIVER RIGHT?” I chuckle …”NAH”. And I run two steps forward and out I went….
Open ma eyes, and I’m staring up at my ceiling. Exhale and check the time. 6:00am. Jeez I hate dreams! Get up, have my bath prepare for my flight. And on my way to the airport, googling how to fly a plane with no rudder, on the way.

you will need this…

enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, or never mind you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they fade. but trust me, in twenty years when you look back at photos of yourself recalling away what you cant grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how faboulous you really looked. you are not as fat as you imagine.
dont worry about the future, or worry that knowing that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. the real troubles in your life are those things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle tuesday. do one thing everyday that scares you …sing. dont be reckless with other peoples hearts, dont put up with people who are reckless with yours …floss, dont waste your time on jealousy, sometimes youre ahead, sometimes youre behind, the race is long.
remember compliments you recieve, forget the insults, if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements …stretch. dont feel guilty if you dont know what you want to do with your life, the most interesting people i know didnt know at 22 what they wanted to do with thier lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds i know, still dont know. get plenty of calcuim, be kind to your knees youll miss them when theyre gone. maybe youll marry, maybe you wont… maybe youll have children, maybe you wont… maybe youll divorce at 40, maybe you dance the funky chicken at your 75th wedding anniversary. what ever you do, dont congratulate yourself too much or berret your self either, your choices are half chance and so are everybody elses.
enjoy your body, use it every way you can, dont be afraid of it or what other people think of it, its the greatest instrument youll ever own….dance. even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room. lead the directions and if you cant follow them, do not read beauty magazines they will only make you feel..UGLY!

get to know your parents, youll never know when theyll be gone for good. be nice to your siblings they are your best link to the past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. work hard to fill the gaps in geograpphy and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more youll need the people you knew when you were young. live in new york city once but leave before it makes you hard, live in northern califonia once but leave before it makes you soft…travel. accept certain inaliable truths, prices will rise, politicians will slender, you too will get old and when you do, youll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected thier elders…respect your elders.
dont expect anyone else to support you, maybe youll have a trust fund maybe youll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out. dont mess too much with your hair or by the time youre 40 it will look 85. be carefull whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. advice is a form of nostalgia, extensing it is a way of pushing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than its worth…………..but trust me, youll need this