(please you'll have to forgive me on my cursings i do that when i get pissed and these write up right here isnt exactly a sociall call)
My sister was admitted a couple of weeks back.But thats not the story. The University college hospital commonly called "UCH" was acknowledged one of the best in the country(i mean these part of the the world 's cranny). But they only heal your ailling body and the place fucks up your psychy. if you are lucky you'd come out there with your psychy juggled just a little bit . And this is the story.
where am i gonna begin? . . . is it the doctors , the families , the nurses, the hospital staffs or the so called "Nigerian factor shit!" . what really gets me about the place?. . . life is hell there! GOD! life is cheap just like a fucking pulpcorn, a pulp. Put it in your mouth and crush with little effort then swallow. chewing is just an overkill. Death is common and its even expected in some. i've never seen death to be a relief to the doctors , the families of the patients even the patients themselves. Death is like a a naughty little brat thats popping ballons in a hall filled with it.
i know , i know its an hospital, but. . . life its meant to be to be saved there, broken ones be mend there, death is meant to be fought there!. The tears on the families faces and the fear on thier ailling member. The screams?!. . . GAWD!the screams of the people who've just lost their loved ones. The silent prayers of those on the road to recovery to be discharged quickly so that they can leave. The plastic smiles on the the faces of the doctors and the paper thin assurances they give you and you'd see it in thier eyes they are only acting up because somestimes a lie is the best thing.
Love is tested here and many have failed. compassion can't come from benumbed proffessionals. Empathy is an act, sympathy is a burden. Thier seemingly nice disposition to you is . . . almost real, but really it's a perfected artistic precision

The way i see it

The other time when that American[is he a doctor or proffessor?]of genetics [i hope i got that right...] Watson was his name[was?] anyway he said that whites are more intelligent than blacks.The world went ga-ga.The white liberals were alarmed and disgusted,the non-liberals were amused but agreed that such unguarded write ups and statements aren't what we need right now.
We blacks?. what do you expect we went murderously mad with rage! and the journalist amongst us can wait to get thier hands on their pens and write unpalatable, acidic words bordering on insult write ups criticising him.calling him names with racism taking the top of the list.The world was baffled that such of man of stature should know better. The question is ' can we blame him? ' .
From here,these side of our spinning solar. Can we really call him names? judging from what's going on here at the south sahara Africa populated by blacks.our government is a joke, life is hell , nothing works,no hope , dont even dare to dream! in west africa, some state are still nursing retarded economies, some are under civil war hangovers[ what they killed each other for is still fuzzy to me even now]some are ticking time bombs wanting every minute to explode. In central Africa poverty is God. East?political turmoil holds sway. Southern Africa? crime buzzed that beautiful country like an irritant fly you're trying to swap. Some are been tormented by thier octogenerian, senile prone megalomanics.
I ask again can you blame [DR. or is it prof.] Watson for saying what he said about us? we've never earn his respect, so, it 'll be mighty strange to demand it from him.

things learned at college

You never know what you come out with at college {commonly called university around here} I came out with some few facts of my own. you'd like to read them ?. . . here we go. . .
That am probably one of the people my parents warned me about before i entered college.
That the reason why bad girls likes good guys and vice-versa is because they crave decent things too. the fact is they're obsessed with it.
That most beautiful campus chicks are dumber than a drugged gorilla.
That there is nothing like campus love but campus sex
That guys that brag about sex most of the time are lousy in bed
That the real meaning of proffessor is somebody that knows alot of things about one thing
That the biggest spenders on chicks are guys from middle class families , the rich kids just cruise in thier rides and still get a lot of ass than the big spenders
That in many ways i'm a lot smarter than i thought , nobler than i thought , crazier , raunchier , ignorant and more stupid than i thought
That most of our so called educated girls are graceless, a class A bitchn with a hooker attitude, greedy, gold diggers and not much of a thinker except when things got really bad.
That you can be sincerely wrong.
That sometimes a lie is the best thing in some certain situations
That fresh men at school are collosally naive so all also in real world.

Here. This part of these spinning solar. life is a mockery. first its the world of lack. No jobs, no money,bad education,no electricity,no good roads,no welfare,no security, no . . . the no is endless. Our cities are slums, our surburbia is a joke. Problems, problems, problems, the ones you can solve, the ones that refused to be solved and the ones hurtling towards you. Poverty reigns here unchallenged rough,uglyand merciless.
Yet amidst these ugliness, billions of money are shared and spent by some of us who by violence and political whoring hijacked the asundry's purse for their own use.they glide by on our potholed roads, mansions sprout at our slums. Their bejeweled wives roam foreign lands for latest fashion, visit surgeons and his knife for body and facial recreation and come back to walk our dirt ridden, mud splattered roads with unsealed gutters laden with vilest multicolored erosion that stinks to high heavens. How bold they are with resentful eyes watching them. The sheer audacity sometimes confounds me.

There are no more heroes in my fathers compound
The ones we had are betrayed
When the things they died for are scorned for an oiled morsel
The willing heroes amongst us are been pulled by the ears by their mothers
Reminding them of the fates of the ones gone before them
Now that the bold ones willing to make sacrifices are gone
my fathers walls are crumbling
Strangers with cruel intentions are straggling in
Filthy rodents are scampering and stealing about
Serpents slithers, hiss and strike at our crannies
Mockers no longer task their imagination wondering where to wag their tongues
The many acts of the unbold who leads us are catching up on us
And the stares ! the stares amongst them ?!
The accusing stares pregnant with stories untold does bothers me
The silence is loud. Loud of words unspoken
That hung around us like vampire bats hibernating in cave very still, real and ugly

this days we've got strangers amongst us . living within us . hustlers, brawlers and political whores who 'd settle for anything goes. life is cheap. that is cheap , death is feared, death's even revered. i'd be glad of another life .