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Sunday, 15 March 2015

Unspoken Desire. ..... Her story (pt2) +18

I wasn’t prepared at all for what Hannah was about to do to me. She parted my panties quickly and had her tongue inside my pussy. I was backed up against a wall but I felt my knees weaken and thought I was going to collapse from the excitement.
Hannah used her tongue so well on me that I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I had wanted this for so long and here was somebody who was giving me what wanted. She sucked hard on my swollen pussy lips and licked my clit hard while I used one hand to grab her hair and the other grabbing the edge of the wall to keep myself from losing my feet. Hannah had surely done what she was doing before and I could tell.
I suddenly wanted to rip the clothes of her and grab at her boobs, her ass. I wanted to stick my fingers into her pussy, wanted to kiss her all over her body. I wanted to do all these things at the same time but I couldn’t because soon we heard laughter from some students not far away – probably another couple looking for a secluded place to do their own thing – and Hannah quickly jumped out from beneath my skirt, grabbed my arm and we ran away from the place giggling.
I and Hannah played with each other intimately at every time we could. Sometimes she would run her fingers up my legs and guide them under my skirt of my school uniform while we were learning about balancing equations in Chemistry class or about Aguiyi Ironsi in Government class.
I would giggle slightly and try to make her stop and we would attract a little attention but nobody knew what was really happening. We had gotten so close that we were almost inseparable. I was enjoying our friendship till Hannah told me one day that she loved me and wanted us to be best friends and lovers forever. I liked girls then but not as much as I do now and wasn’t sure about a future where I wouldn’t be married to a man. It was a bit confusing for me but Hannah told me not to worry about it.
There I was thinking what I had with Hannah was the best thing that had happened to me until the day I found her between another girl’s thighs. She’d asked me if I would be going for our usual night reading sessions but I had preferred to read in the dormitory. I later began to miss her and decided to go join her at our usual secluded reading spot where we did a few forbidden things to each other only to get there and find her doing to someone else something that she should’ve been doing to me. I felt so weak. I cried all week. After she’d told me she loved me and wanted us to be friends and lovers forever. It felt real painful but I managed to put myself together and focus on getting good grades in my exams. I was never close to Hannah again after that. She tried to apologize and I told her I’d forgiven her but we couldn’t even be friends, talk less, be lovers.
In SS3, I decided to see what all the fuss about guys and their dicks were about. There was no week I didn’t get an advance from some SS3 or brave SS2 boy who thought I was calm and coolheaded enough to approach. I was still technically a virgin because according to popular gossip amongst girls you were still a virgin until a guy’s penis is forced into your vagina and you experience the pain and pleasure and a small amount of blood comes out of you. I had gotten to an age in my life were I decided to be a little adventurous just so I could say I’d tasted both girls and guys so I could decide which I really wanted. I never planned to give my heart to a boy like I’d done to Hannah so I was never expecting to get hurt.
Christian was one of the very few guys I was close with in SS3. He was an intelligent guy because he was the math, chemistry and physics teachers’ favourite student. He would have been the male Head Student but he declined the offer for reasons he would later explain to me. He never dressed like those other guys who sagged their trousers and wore belts with different kind of buckle heads. He was so simple and yet so sophisticated for a boy of 16. I was older than him but I never told him that. Sometimes he sounded so wise that people would think he was older than the rest of his peers when he was amongst the three youngest students in the class.
Christian began to want to talk to me a lot about so many different things and it happened that we both shared an interest in espionage novels by Ludlum and Le Carre. We would sit for long periods talking about characters from different books. He made me laugh so hard a few times that I felt embarrassed but in a good way. I later realized that I’d developed a fondness for him, and he, for me.
One day, when Christian asked me why I was no longer hanging out with Hannah. I was shocked. I wondered how he of all people would’ve noticed such a thing. I asked him why he asked. He then leaked to me a secret conversation amongst the boys that Hannah was a lesbian and had been corrupting so many girls since she came into the school at JS2. He also told me that Hannah had been reported to the principal more than once but had only received stern warnings and light punishments because her father was a close friend to the directress and one of the school’s top donators. i told him that I stopped hanging out with Hannah because I didn’t want her to corrupt me too. Immediately I told him that his eyes lightened up and he smiled from one ear to the other. It occurred to me then that he really liked me but had probably been skeptical about letting me know because he thought I was only into girls. I had just given him the green light.
Long story short, Christian finally told me how he felt about me. I liked him as a friend and didn’t want to put the burden of rejection upon his young, intelligent mind so I told him to let me think about it. that was when his beautifully crafted love letters began to be passed to me. I would read them and giggle at the words that were so funny to me. I was now a complete secondary school girl who received love letters from a boy just as I had been hearing other girls do. I finally sent Christian a reply that I accepted to be his girlfriend. He was so happy that he used the lunch money he’d been saving to buy me a watch.  He took me to that secluded area I’d gone to with Hannah so many times and gave it to me. I showed him my appreciation by hugging him and kissing him. He was a bit taller than me but I didn’t have to be on my toes to kiss him. He wasn’t sure what to do so I took his hands and placed them on my butt. He hesitated for a moment before he squeezed my butt. I laughed. He felt embarrassed, I asked him if that was the first time he’d ever been kissed. He said no, but this was the first time his hands were grabbing a girl’s butt. We both laughed.
After that day we became even closer than before and sneaked out to parts of the school were a boy and a girl shouldn’t be by themselves just so Christian could kiss me and grab my butt as much as he liked until it got to the day when I decided that I’d heard enough from Biodun, the health prefect.
She liked to suck dick, and talk about how she’d sucked her boyfriend’s dick during the holidays till his cum filled her mouth. Most girls considered it gross while others couldn’t wait to try it with boys. I had a boy and was being adventurous so I decided to give Christian such a treat and see how he would react. While we lay on the dry grass at the farthest end of the football field one night, kissing and groping each other, I reached for his fly and undid his zip.
He wasn’t sure what was happening as we had not done that before. His dick was impressive for someone who really didn’t look like he had ever needed to use it before. I had it in my hand, stroking it and suddenly I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Christian didn’t even care what I did with it. He closed his eyes and hissed. The fact that his penis was in a girl’s hand already felt like heaven to him. Biodun’s words came back to me and I could remember her talking about how her boyfriend liked it when she licked the tip of his dick. I took a deep breath before bringing my tongue to taste Christian’s dick. It tasted salty. I spat immediately. I wasn’t quite sure I could do it, what if he came immediately I put his dick in my mouth.
He was practically a virgin waiting to explode. I looked at him again and his eyes were still closed. He probably never thought this evening would get to the part where a girl would suck his dick. Would he boast of it to his other friends? Christian certainly wouldn’t. The fact that he was so smart made other girls rush after him but he’d chosen me out of all of them.
He deserved getting his dick sucked, and I did. Without thinking I put his hard dick inside my mouth and sucked on it. He nearly screamed. I would’ve laughed at him if I didn’t have his dick in my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head as I stroked with my fingers and used my tongue to swirl over his dick. Christian couldn’t contain his excitement. His hips had already began to jerk and his moans got a bit louder.
I sucked him harder and faster, slurping on his penis just as Biodun had explained and I could see that she wasn’t lying about the effect it had on boys. Christian began jerking his waist faster than usual and I could sense that he was about to cum. Before I could decide whether he should cum in my mouth or not Christian disengaged from me and used his hand to stroke his dick so fast until his cum spurted out from it. After he came, he sat there… dick in hand, breathing hard. I used my skirt to wipe my lips and watched him, as he sat there and tried to regain his senses.
SS3 came to an end with me getting very good grades in my WAEC and NECO exams. The UME/JAMB exams were not as good as I’d hoped but I did well enough in my Post UME exams and got admission into the university to study Industrial Chemistry.
Christian ‘smashed’ all his papers, of course, and decided to study Petroleum Engineering in the same university. We planned it. He told me he was getting an apartment and I could visit him any time I wanted to. He obviously couldn’t wait till the day we would lie together in the same bed so he could do to me all the things he had wanted to. But unfortunately, he couldn’t because in the second week of my first year in University… I met Susan. and she made me feel so wet between my thighs.
to be continued

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Unspoken Desire ...... Her story (+18)

I have always liked girls more than I like boys. Ever since when I was in Basic five back then in St. Bridget’s primary school and my best friend Shola kissed me. It had lasted just two seconds but I can still remember the brush of her lips on mine. I wasn’t sure what had happened but I liked Shola so much as a friend back then and whatever she did, or told meto do, I would gladly do it.We did almost everything together. Played ‘ten-ten’ and other girly extracurricular activities that was allowed by the school. Shola also likedme very much as she bought sweets and biscuits and shared them with me during break periods. We were such close friends that it really pained me so much when it was time to go to Secondary school and I realized that her parents had engineered for her to go to the Federal Government Girl’s College in her state while my Dad made me go to some boarding school. I cried so much on the last day of school. Shola cried too and toldme that she would try to keep in contact with me. We were just kids but it felt like we’d known each otherfor eternity.I never liked boarding school. Mostly because I hated the boarding uniformI had to wear all week. Asides that, it really wasn’t a terrible place. The proprietor was a short, burly man with a moustache who liked to make us laugh. He could also be very stern when he needed to be. The teachers always tried to be nice towards us. The housemasters were not as nice. They made us do more labour than we needed to. I particularly hated my first three years in boarding school. The senior students treated us like shit most of the time, making us do stuff like fetch their water or wash their clothes. But I didn’t get to suffer that fate because I had a school mother. Chidinma or Senior Chi, as I fondly called her, found me one day sobbing at the back of a classroom during my newbie days. I had remembered the friendship I had with Shola and realized how much I missed it. The thoughts had brought real tears to my eyes. But when Chi asked what was wrong I told her I was homesick and didn’t like the way the seniors treated me. She asked me my name and I told her. She told me my name was beautiful, and told me to stop crying. She gave me her hand and told me that as from that day she would be my mother in school since I missed my mother back at home. I told her that my mother died when I was a child. Her face suddenlychanged and she told me that she losther mother two years ago. I could feel a bond between us that had suddenly been formed just by the fact that we both shared thus motherless fate.Another sad moment for me in this life was when Chi got to SS3 while I was in JS3. She’d written the WAEC and NECO exams and it was time to leave secondary school. I spent nearly all day with her. We spent most of that time sharing different stories about ourselves.She told me about all the SS3 and even some SS2 boys who had been clamouring for her attention. She made fun about them and made me laugh. And after I had laughed, I began to cry again because she was going to be leaving me. She held me inher arms, my head resting on her breasts with my arms around her waist.As I sobbed I inhaled her sweet fragrance, she smelled so nice. She was wearing just a t-shirt and bumshorts, exposing the full length of her thighs to her legs. Her skin was flawless, she was a shade darkerin complexion than me but her beautywas one that I remember to this day as like that of a goddess.I didn’t want to let go of her.I told her that I would go with her or kill myself if I couldn’t, she laughed and told me not to say such a thing, then she held my face in her hands and looked me straight into the eye. I was 13, although I looked much older than my age. She was 17 and she reminded me of Shola. And right then, without thinking, I kissed her on her lips.It lasted a bit more than 2 seconds but I didn’t care. Chi looked at me, surprised, she didn’t expect that, I apologised. She asked me if I liked any boys in my class. I told her all theboys in my class disgusted me. She asked if I liked any girls. I gave her three names. It was then that she realized but she was in SS3 and was leaving. She’d been giving me advice on how to deal with boys for 3 years and now she just found out that I didn’t really like boys.Two years later, I was in SS2, and Hannah, one of the girls in my class and I had become somewhat fond of each other. It had taken me a while to get used to Chi not being around as she’d been my only friend. I opened up a bit to Hannah and we became a pair.We talked together, went to classes together, read together and even bathed together. Once we were both naked in the bathroom as we prepared for school when Hannah told me my boobs were so full and pretty and they made her jealous. Her boobs were okay but mine were inthe early stages of being Double Ds. Itold her that I loved the curve of her inner-thighs and wish mine were like hers, she laughed and asked why since nobody could notice that with her clothes on. I couldn’t answer then Hannah grabbed my buttocks and said that the only things boys loved to see are boobs and ass and girls who had them were goddesses intheir eyes.All I could think of was her hand on my buttocks. I felt my body shiver a little bit and hoped she didn’t notice. I had no idea that she had done that deliberately until later when I realized how she kept touching me atevery opportunity she got. She wouldbrush her hands on my boobs, or placethem on my bared lap. I pretended not to notice and secretly enjoyed these slight touches. Until one night…It had rained all day and the skies were still filled with thunderstorms. Everywhere was cold and the students slept with blankets.I lay in my bed fully awake as I hated thunderstorms and lightning, anticipating the unexpected roar of the next thunder. As I lay there, I sensed a movement towards me then my eye caught something in white moving in the darkness and suddenly Iwas scared. All the stories of bad things that happened to girls in boarding schools suddenly filled my head but it was Hannah and not some evil spirit from a folklore. She told me that she lost her blanket and wondered if she could share mine with me for that night. I hesitated for a bit, so she would feel I was thinking about it when I knew there was nothing to think about.I moved to a side and she joined in. Itwas a small bed and the only way we could lie comfortably on it was if we spooned each other. We both lay on our left sides and since it was my bed and I was taller I spooned her and used the blanket to cover the both ofus. She thanked me, I told her she didn’t need to.The thunders kept roaring and the rain resumed once more. Hannah had shampooed her hair that evening and it smelled nice. Her small bum was in my crotch, my arm around her. I wondered if she was sleeping. I wondered what it would feel like to run my right hand down her body into her crotch and place my fingers in between her thighs.Suddenly, I felt aroused. I’d never been like that with a lady before. I felt my heart pounding. I felt my nipples hardening… and Hannah felt that too. And just like I’d suspected, Hannah began to move. Slowly, Her right hand went under the blanket, she reached for me beneath the blanket. Her hand caressing my legs softly before going upwards and finding my panties.The touch of her hand on me made megasp, she fondled me softly. One finger shifted my panties to a side asshe expertly placed another on my pussy lips. Slowly caressing, before slipping it. I felt so wet all of a sudden.I wanted more.I placed my hand on her boobs and squeezed. She moaned slightly, Hannah’s fingers were playing with my clitoris and fucking me at the same time and I felt my hips moving to her touch. She increased the speed of her hands and I felt my body shiver, not from the cold, but from the pleasure.I raised my right leg and placed it over hers, giving her more room to dowhat she was doing. I could feel a sensation coming over me and I didn’twant it to stop, Hannah suddenly stopped.I wondered why she did, then I heard the sound. Someone else was awake and walking around. In my state of desire I had become deaf to the roar of the thunder and the drumming of the rain on the roof. We both lay as still as we could. Hannah slowly withdrew her hand from my crotch while I withdrew mine from her boobs. Hannah giggled, and so did I.None of us wanted to get caught doing the thing that had gotten two girls expelled last week.The next day Hannah and I decided to take a stroll just by ourselves and wefound a very secluded part of the school where we were quite sure no one would find us. Hannah grabbed meand kissed me.She kissed me with her lips, her tongue and even her teeth. She told me she had wanted to kiss me since we were in JS3. I returned her kissesand just as I thought the kissing had satisfied me Hannah dropped to her knees in seconds and was under my skirt.To be continued…

Friday, 27 February 2015

Man Sues Wife Over Ugly Children, Judge Orders Wife To Pay $120,000

A man, Jian Feng reportedly suedhis wife for giving birth to what he called an “incredibly ugly” girl.“I married my wife out of love, but as soon as we had our first daughter, we began having marital issues. Our daughter was incredibly ugly, to the point where it horrified me.”Initially Jian accused his wife of infidelity because he knew he could never be the father of an unattractive child. However, DNAtests proved that the child was indeed his. Feng’s wife then came clean and admitted she had about $100,000 worth of cosmetic surgery done in South Korea before they met.Feng sued his wife on grounds of false pretenses, for not telling him the truth about the plastic surgery, and duping him into believing that she was beautiful. A judge agreed with Feng’s argument and ordered his wife topay $120,000.

Thursday, 19 February 2015

My First Time In A Cinema...... True story

Whenever I do something for the first time, I like to restrict my company to me, myself and I to minimise the chances of awkward moments.

I asked one of friends for cinema tips and she told me I would be needing at least N5000 if I wanted to have a good time.

This happened way back in 2011 and 5K was definitely going to drain my monthly feeding allowance.
I thought of letting the idea slide until those hard-working Alaba boys compress recent premiered movies into their 100 naira DVD.

"Give me a breakdown of this 5K?" I asked my friend enthusiastically.
"I know say you na bike madam but please keep 2.K for cab. 1.5K for your movie ticket. 1K for popcorn and coke."
That was when I vexed.
"So if I don't eat popcorn and drink coke, the movie would not be sweet eh? I thought popcorn is 50-100 Naira?"
She opined that popcorn was necessary if I didn't want to feel left out as I intended going alone.
"Whether you like it or not, you are supposed to chew a few grains every five minutes interval during the movie because everybody would be doing that."

I drew up a new budget but I still couldn't squeeze out that 5k to give myself a treat at the end of the month.
When my BBM contact posted a pm of movie tickets in Silverbird Uyo selling for as low as N100, I went crazy.
The rumours were unbelievable but true.
God bless Governor Akpabio.
This was coming at a time my Uyo based aunt invited me over for holidays. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.

But trust humans and their greedy nature.
When I got to Uyo, I procrastinated in hanging out to the cinema until that N100 began to feel like one huge sum of money.
"Na wa o. Why can't Governor Akpabio slash the money from N100 to N50?" I asked my cousin.
"Haba Naijasinglegirl, don't you have conscience?" A look of disappointment had registered on her face .
"Okay. How much is popcorn? I'm sure its N30 if a movie ticket is N100."
"Its still N500 please."
"Na wa o. So this 419 popcorn is everywhere abi? Coke nko?" I asked.
"N250."
"Rubbish!"

When my holiday was 3 days due, I didn't need anyone to remind me why I visited to Uyo.

* * *

Half way to the cinema, the N700 cab I took developed a fault and the driver had to brake somewhere to fix it. Fortunately, he parked his vehicle beside a corn/pear vendor.
I alighted and bought two roasted corns and pears.
I had was chewing my corn quietly when I sighted a small supermarket across the road. I wrapped the remaining pear/corn for my nephew and crossed over.
When I got there, I found macro sized wraps of popcorn by the counter.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I was going to take the N100 promo to a whole new level. If this cinema people thought they could eat my money and run, they were in for a shocker!
"How much is your popcorn?"
"N100 for one nylon."
I strolled over to the refrigerator.
"Do you have coke?"
"Just the canned coke."
"Give me Lacasera then."
The seller didn't have N100 change so I told her to add two sachets of caprisonne.
My plans were to find a neat,used paper bag with silverbird logo at the cinema and empty my cheap popcorn inside so everyone will think I bought it there.

When I arrived the cinema, the entire premises was cramped. The awoof bug had caught Uyo. I heard people came in from neighbouring states to enjoy the cheapest movie rates in the world. Some were even sitting on the carpet.
Some had shattered my hopes by stamping their dirty foot on the used popcorn paper packs so my plans were no longer feasible.

I got my N100 ticket for one Adam Sandler's comedy.
As I made to step into the hall, one of the attendants stopped me.
"May I see what's inside your bag."
"Why do you have to search me?" I began to para.
I looked around and noticed others entering other halls were not spared.
He explained that's the new company policy so no one goes in with any item that is not sold at silverbird. According to him, the price slash had led to an abuse of the arena as someone was caught eating from a foodflask of goat meat some days back and now there was a big rat they've been trying to kill in the cinema without success.

That was when my silly roasted corn decided to smell!
The attendant forcefully unzipped my half open bag and brought out my nonsense items one by one starting with the pear.
I just wanted the ground to swallow me. How was I going to start explaining izzz nottt myyy roasted cornnn eh? Abi the Lacsera that is meant only for traffic? Abi the mama ronke popcorn in my bag or is it the cheap caprisonne?

The guy was shocked. He put all my items into a basket and told me he would hand them back when I was done with the movie. If only he knew I dashed him all of it in my mind.

I couldn't concentrate on my movie. Adam Sandler was suddenly unfunny and annoying. All I thought of was how I was going to subtly dodge the attendant on my way out.
As soon as the movie ended, I blended in with crowd going out but the busybody attendant was still able to pick me out.
"Brother, you've forgotten your corn and pear oh" He said, while he handed me the Lacasera and other items in the full glare of all those hot boys and hot girls.
I collected it shamefully and avoided everyone eyes. My only consolation was no familiar face was present to witness that sort of embarrassment.

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Delayed Tins (+18)

She called that she was downstairs, Ireally wanted to believe but the fact is she had cancelled parole at the last minute several times atleast 7 times. Did I really want her to come? Yes, absolutely. Was I sure she was downstairs, Maybe and maybe not butI seriously wanted her to come.The truth is I played my cards right, I was a gentleman, I was helpful at the points where I should be, its justthat it seems like she isn’t ready yet. By ready yet, I mean to come over, I had already been to her place like 3 times, spent time with her friends, made out a few times but notas much as we both wanted.I rushed to the balcony of my house and looked below, I saw a car at the front of my gate with a light skin lady in front beside the driver. I dressed up and went downstairs. I ushered her upstairs, we went straight for the bedroom.She claimed to be tired and dove straight into bed after removing her sandals, she was a beauty to behold, petite with boobs larger than her body. My goodness, this evening just got more interesting. We laid side by side on the bed looking at the ceiling, talking and enjoying the warm reminiscent of her room mates, describing the ones with boyfriends issues. A little back story, her friend hooked us up, she claimed she gave the best blowjob in town.In my usual randy way, I tried to hook up with her but she claimed bornagain, my initial knowledge of her is that she was a runz girl. I tried to relate with her on that level and I was dealt a huge blow, she insulted me like mad, so I apologised and stepped back. There is nothing that aa few weeks of quiet can’t resolve.A few months down the line, we were back talking and began our loving you things.lolI had visited and things were on track just that we never ever got her to coming over because she knew we would have sex, I kept my calm. This would explain my not so enthusiastic feeling about her sayingshe was downstairs.Being with her here is actually more fun than I expected, the gist got funnier and the atmosphere got moresensual, I moved closer to her, she faced me and our lips found each other in a slow, wet kiss. It felt better than those ones we had while we were in her house. Our tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths in what I can only define as incredible.She wore a light transparent flimsy shirt, my hands softly rubbed her face, held face closer to mine, before going down into her chest, those boobs were waiting for my hands, I ran my hands slowly all over them. I unbuttoned the shirts while my tongue was still in her mouth.My hand began probing inside her bra to bring out the goodies, she didn’t interrupt me, it felt like everything is fine as long as she had my lips to kiss.My lips moved from her lips to her earlobes, sucking and licking them intermittently, the tip of my tongue trailing down her body to her chest, Ipulled down her bra, a huge mound of her boobs was revealed, I sucked round her areola before slapping my tongue back and forth over her nipples.As my tongue continued sucking and licking, the nipples began to harden, she began to moan, pulling my body deeper into her body, I pulled down the bra on the other side of her boobs, and moved my mouth to the other nipple. Softly and gently licking the tip of the nipple, like the dog licks water. The faster I licked, the more moans increased, as her moans increased, her body began to move , urging me to continue sucking more. She dragged my head off her chest brought it back to her face, kissing me like her life depended on it.She took her tongue on licking spree,licking my eyes, my forehead, my teeth, I allowed my already bulging erection to rub gently against her inner thighs. She positioned my body better in between her thighs, pushedmy face further into her chest, my mouth got a hold of one nipple, sucked and licked as much as I could.The feeling was getting me more excited, her moans dint stop, she locked me in between her thighs. she crossed her legs over me, making sure I stayed put where I was, sucking the nipples like its my job, I enjoyed the job thoroughly.At intervals when the sensation getsinto her brain, she would lift her head up from the bed, kiss my forehead. She untangled her legs, I got off her and laid down, that was when the jolly ride began.She got unto and asked for my condom, I brought out one from my bedside drawer, she put it by the side, she climbed ontop of me and put my hands over themselves and tuckedthem underneath my head, secret code for don’t get involved in this.I waited patiently, as she removed allher attires leaving only her panties on, she started by kissing my forehead, to my nose, to my lips for quite a while. She proceeded downwards, I started to get excited because I knew she would finally get to my dick, and then I can judge if she was as great as she acclaimed to be.Before she got to my John Thomas, she made a bit of a detour to my nipples, the way she used the flat part of her tongue and tip of her tongue made me see stars, It added an incredible percentage to my already turned on state.She unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled it down to my knees along side my boxer, freeing the monster. Expertly, manoeuvring her hands, she grabbed my dick, stroked it back and forth, squeezed it and stroked it upward, my pre-come oozed out of the tip, she sucked it off and swallowed it.Goodness me!!!! I was wowed by her performance and she hadn’t even started, she kissed and licked the tip of my dick. She rubbed the tip of her tongue over the pee hole of my dick and slowly sucked my dick down her throat. Unknowingly, with my hands underneath my head, a wide smile appeared on my face.She began to to burp up and down the dick, sucking it with pleasure, spitting at it, grabbing the dick, stroking it first, my hips were turning and jerking of their own accord, it was unprecedented. All i wanted to do right now is hold her head, and thrust my dick further intoher mouth, let it get down there. I held up my end of the bargain, she sucked me and sucked me, I was blownaway by her skills, my ball bags weren’t left out, careful detailing with the tip of the tongue, she was an expert in the use of the tip of the tongue.After the torment with her mouth, she moved her panty to the side, made my dick flat against my belly, she began to rub her pussy lips against my hard dick, I watched her do this while marvelling at the ernomous size of the boobs that shook as the moved back and forth on my dick. I was sweet, my prayers were answered when she pulled out one of my arms from me and attachedto one of her boobs.I was a happy man, I removed the second and grabbed her ass, and pressed it deeper as she slid back andforth on my dick, her hands were on my chest for balance as her waist rolled over my turgid dick, her moans became louder, I could feel my dick wetter than normal, she grabbed the condom, tore it open and put it on, and glided her pussy into my dick, riding me, the pussy was exactly how i needed it to be, free and tight at the same time.She began to ride harder and harder, my hands still strategically placed, one on her boobs, the other on her ass, pulling her deeper into my dick. One of her hands was by the other side of her waist while one was in thehair, the feeling and the ecstacy wasbeyond what I could comprehend, the feeling overshadowed whatever was going around my surrounding. I shot my cum deep into the condom but continued to fuck her, her intensity became higher, she was fucking me to free up her pussy, she continued to go wilder and wilder until she cum, with sweat soaked face, she kissed me wet, I thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it.She climbed down off of me and disappeared into the bathroom, I wasn’t sure if to tell her friend that she was right about her friend or just let it slide. Whichever way, my night was surely well spent, it was worth all the wait.

Monday, 26 January 2015

Buhari vs Jonathan: Beyond the Election, by Charles Soludo

I need to preface this article with a few clarifications. I have taken a long sabbatical leave from partisan politics, and it is real fun watching the drama from the balcony.  Having had my own share of public service (I do not need a job from government), I now devote my time and energy in pursuit of other passions, especially abroad.
A few days ago, I read an article in Thisday entitled “Where is Charles Soludo?”, and my answer is that I am still there, only that I have been too busy with extensive international travels to participate in or comment on our national politics and economy. But I occasionally follow events at home. Since the survival and prosperity of Nigeria are at stake, the least some of us (albeit, non-partisan) must do is to engage in public debate. As the elections approach, I owe a duty to share some of my concerns.
In September 2010, I wrote a piece entitled “2011 Elections: Let the Real Debate Begin” and published by Thisday. I understand the Federal Executive Council discussed it, and the Minister of Information rained personal attacks on me during the press briefing. I noted more than six newspaper editorials in support of the issues we raised.
Beside other issues we raised, our main thesis was that the macro economy was dangerously adrift, with little self-insurance mechanisms (and a prediction that if oil prices fell below $40, many state governments would not be able to pay salaries). I gave a subtle hint at easy money and exchange rate depreciations because I did not want to panic the market with a strong statement. Sadly, on the eve of the next elections, literally everything we hinted at has happened.  Part of my motivation for this article is that five years after, the real debate is still not happening.
The presidential election next month will be won by either Buhari or Jonathan. For either, it is likely to be a pyrrhic victory. None of them will be able to deliver on the fantastic promises being made on the economy, and if oil prices remain below $60, I see very difficult months ahead, with possible heady collisions with labour, civil society, and indeed the citizenry. To be sure, the presidential election will not be decided by the quality of ‘issues’ or promises canvassed by the candidates.
The debates won’t also change much (except if there is a major gaffe by either candidate like Tofa did in the debate with Abiola). My take is that more than 95% of the likely voters have pretty much made up their minds based largely on other considerations. A few of us remain undecided.
During my brief visit to Nigeria, I watched some of the campaign rallies on television. The tragedy of the current electioneering campaigns is that both parties are missing the golden opportunity to sensitize the citizenry about the enormous challenges ahead and hence mobilize them for the inevitable sacrifices they would be called upon to make soon. Each is promising an El-Dorado.
Let me admit that the two main parties talk around the major development challenges—corruption, insecurity, economy (unemployment/poverty, power, infrastructure, etc) health, education, etc. However, it is my considered view that none of them has any credible agenda to deal with the issues, especially within the context of the evolving global economy and Nigeria’s broken public finance.
The UK Conservative Party’s manifesto for the last election proudly announced that all its programmes were fully costed and were therefore implementable. Neither APC nor PDP can make a similar claim.  A plan without the dollar or Naira signs to it is nothing but a wish-list. They are not telling us how much each of their promises will cost and where they will get the money. None talks about the broken or near bankrupt public finance and the strategy to fix it.
Goodluck-Jonathan-new
In response to the question of where the money will come from, I heard one of the politicians say that the problem of Nigeria was not money but the management of resources. This is half-truth. The problem is both. No matter how efficient a father (with a monthly salary of N50,000) is at managing the family resources, I cannot see how he could deliver on a promise to buy a brand new Peugeot 406 for each of his three children in a year.
Even with all the loopholes and waste closed, with increased efficiency per dollar spent, there is still a binding budget constraint. To deliver an efficient national transport infrastructure alone will still cost tens of billions of dollars per annum even by corruption-free, cost-effective means.  Did I hear that APC promises a welfare system that will pay between N5,000 and N10,000 per month to the poorest 25 million Nigerians?  Just this programme alone will cost between N1.5 and N3 trillion per annum.
Add to this the cost of free primary education plus free meal (to be funded by the federal budget or would it force non-APC state governments to implement the same?), plus some millions of public housing, etc. I have tried to cost some of the promises by both the APC and the PDP, given alternative scenarios for public finance and the numbers don’t add up.  Nigerians would be glad to know how both parties would fund their programmes.
Do they intend to accentuate the huge public debt, or raise taxes on the soon to-be-beleaguered private businesses, or massively devalue the naira to rake in baskets of naira from the dwindling oil revenue, or embark on huge fiscal retrenchment with the sack of labour and abandonment of projects, and which areas of waste do they intend to close and how much do they estimate to rake in from them, etc?
I remember that Chief Obafemi Awolowo was asked similar questions in 1978 and 1979 about his promises of free education and free medical services. Even as a teenager, I was impressed by how he reeled out  figures about the amounts he would save from various ‘waste’ including the tea/coffee served in government offices. The point is that at least he did his homework and had his numbers and I give credit to his team.
Some 36 years later, the quality of political debate and discourse seems to border on the pedestrian. From the quality of its team, I did not expect much from the current government, but I must confess that I expected APC as a party aspiring to take over from PDP to come up with a knock-out punch. Evidently, from what we have read from the various versions of its manifesto as well as the depth of promises being made, it does not seem that it has a better offer.
Let me digress a bit to refresh our memory on where we are, and thus provide the context in which to evaluate the promises being made to us. Recall that the key word of the 2015 budget is ‘austerity’.  Austerity? This is just within a few months of the fall in oil prices. History repeats itself in a very cruel way, as this was exactly what happened under the Shehu Shagari administration.
Under the Shagari government, oil price reached its highest in 1980/81. During the same period, Nigeria ratcheted up its consumption and all tiers of government were in competition as to which would out-borrow the other. Huge public debt was the consequence. When oil prices crashed in early 1982, the National Assembly then passed the Economic Stabilization (Austerity Measures) Act in one day— going through the first, second, and third readings the same day.
The austerity measures included the rationing of ‘essential commodities’ and most states owed salary arrears. Corruption was said to be pervasive, and as Sani Abacha said in that famous coup speech, ‘unemployment has reached unacceptable proportions and our hospitals have become mere consulting clinics’.
General Muhammadu Buhari/Tunde Idiagbon regime made the fight against corruption and restoration of discipline the cardinal point of their administration which lasted for 20 months. I am not sure they had a credible plan to get the economy out of the doldrums (although it must be admitted that poverty incidence in Nigeria as of 1985 when they left office was a just46%— according to the Federal Office of Statistics).
We have come full circle. If the experience under Shagari could be excused as an unexpected shock, what Nigeria is going through now is a consequence of our deliberate wrong choices.  We have always known that the unprecedented oil boom (in both price and quantity—despite oil theft) of the last six years is temporary but the government chose to treat it as a permanent shock. The parallels with the Shagari regime are troubling.
First, at the time of oil boom, Nigeria again went on a consumption spree such that the budgets of the last five years can best be described as ‘consumption budgets’, with new borrowing by the federal government exceeding the actual expenditure on critical infrastructure. Second, not one penny was added to the stock of foreign reserves at a period Nigeria earned hundreds of billions from oil.
For comparisons, President Obasanjo met about $5 billion in foreign reserves, and the average monthly oil price for the 72 months he was in office was $38, and yet he left $43 billion in foreign reserves after paying $12 billion to write-off Nigeria’s external debt. In the last five years, the average monthly oil price has been over $100, and the quantity also higher but our foreign reserves have been declining and exchange rate depreciating.
I note that when I assumed office as Governor of CBN, the stock of foreign reserves was $10 billion. The average monthly oil price during my 60 months in office was $59, but foreign reserve reached the all-time peak of $62 billion (and despite paying $12 billion for external debt, and losing over $15 billion during the unprecedented global financial and economic crisis) I left behind $45 billion.
Recall also that our exchange rate continuously appreciated during this period and was at N117 to the dollar before the global crisis and we deliberately allowed it to depreciate in order to preserve our reserves.  My calculation is that if the economy was better managed, our foreign reserves should have been between $102 –$118 billion and exchange rate around N112 before the fall in oil prices. As of now, the reserves should be around $90 billion and exchange rate no higher than N125 per dollar.
Third, the rate of public debt accumulation at a time of unprecedented boom had no parallel in the world.  While the Obasanjo administration bought and enlarged the policy space for Nigeria, the current government has sold and constricted it.  What debt relief did for Nigeria was to liberate Nigerian policymakers from the intrusive conditionalities of the creditors and thereby truly allowing Nigeria independence in its public policy.
How have we used the independence?  Through our own choices, we have yet again tied the hands of future policymakers. This time, the debt is not necessarily to foreign creditor institutions/governments which are organized under the Paris club but largely to private agents which is even more volatile. We call it domestic debt. But if one carefully unpacks the bond portfolio, what percentage of it is held by foreign private agents? And I understand the Government had removed the speed bumps we kept to slow the speed of capital flight, and someone is sweating to explain the gyrations in foreign reserves. I am just smiling!
In sum, the mismanagement of our economy has brought us once more to the brink. Government officials rely on the artificial construct of debt to GDP ratio to tell us we can borrow as much as we want.  That is nonsense, especially for an economy with a mono but highly volatile source of revenue and forex earnings. The chicken will soon come home to roost.
Today, the combined domestic and external debt of the Federal Government is in excess of $40 billion. Add to this the fact that abandoned capital projects littered all over the country amount to over $50 billion.  No word yet on other huge contingent liabilities.  If oil prices continue to fall, I bet that Nigeria will soon have a heavy debt burden even with low debt to GDP ratio.
Furthermore, given the current and capital account regime, it is evident that Nigeria does not have enough foreign reserves to adequately cover for imports plus short term liabilities.  In essence, we are approaching the classic of what the Shagari government faced, and no wonder the hasty introduction of ‘austerity measures’ again.
Fourth, poverty incidence and unemployment are also simultaneously at all-time high levels. According to the NBS, poverty incidence grew to 69%  in 2010 and projected to be 71% in 2011, with unemployment at 24%.  This is the worst record in Nigeria’s history, and the paradox is that this happened during the unprecedented oil boom.
*Jonathan and Buhari
*Jonathan and Buhari
One theme I picked up listening to the campaign rallies as well as to some of the propagandists is the confusion about measuring government “performance”. Most people seem to confuse ‘inputs’, or ‘processes’ with output. Earlier this month, I had a dinner with a group of friends (14 of us) and we were chit-chatting about Nigeria. One of us, an associate of President Jonathan veered off to repeat a propaganda mantra that Jonathan had outperformed his predecessors.
He also reminded us that Jonathan re-based the GDP and that Nigeria is now the biggest economy in Africa; etc.  It was fun listening to the response by others. In sum, the group agreed that the President had ‘outperformed’ his predecessors except that it is in reverse order.
First, my friend was educated that re-basing the GDP is no achievement: it is a routine statistical exercise, and depending on the base year that you choose, you get a different GDP figure.  Re-basing the GDP has nothing to do with government policy. Besides, as naira-dollar exchange rate continues to depreciate, the GDP in current dollars will also shrink considerably soon.
We were reminded of Jonathan’s agricultural ‘revolution’. But someone cut in and noted that for all the propaganda, the growth rate of the agricultural sector in the last five years still remains far below the performance under Obasanjo. One of us reminded him that no other president had presided over the slaughter of about 15,000 people by insurgents in a peacetime; no other president earned up to 50% of the amount of resources the current government earned from oil and yet with very little outcomes; no other president had the rate of borrowing; none had significant forex earnings and yet did not add one penny to foreign reserves but losing international reserves at a time of boom; no other president had a depreciating exchange rate at a time of export boom; at no time in Nigeria’s history has poverty reached 71% (even under Abacha, it was 67 -70%); and under no other president did unemployment reach 24%. Surely, these are unprecedented records and he surely ‘outperformed’ his predecessors!  What a satire!
One of those present took the satire to some level by comparing Jonathan to the ‘performance’ of the former Governor of Anambra, Peter Obi.  He noted that while Obi gloated about ‘savings’, there is no signature project to remember his regime except that his regime took the first position among all states in Nigeria in the democratization of poverty—- mass impoverishment of the people of Anambra. According to the National Bureau of Statistics, poverty rose under his watch in Anambra from 20% in 2004 (lowest in Nigeria then) to 68% in 2010 (a 238% deterioration!).
Our friend likened it to a father who had no idea of what to do with his resources and was celebrating his fat bank account while his children were dying of kwashiorkor.  He pointed out that since it is the likes of Peter Obi who are the advisers to Jonathan on how to manage the economy (thereby confusing micromanagement which you do as a trader with macro governance) it is little wonder that poverty is fast becoming another name for Nigeria. It was a very hilarious evening.
My advice to President Jonathan and his handlers is to stop wasting their time trying to campaign on his job record. Those who have decided to vote for him will not do so because he has taken Nigeria to the moon. His record on the economy is a clear ‘F’ grade. As one reviews the laundry list of micro interventions the government calls its achievements, one wonders whether such list is all that the government could deliver with an unprecedented oil boom and an unprecedented public debt accumulation.
I can clearly see why reasonable people are worried.  Everywhere else in the world, government performance on the economy is measured by some outcome variables such as: income (GDP growth rate), stability of prices (inflation and exchange rate), unemployment rate, poverty rate, etc. On all these scores, this government has performed worse than its immediate predecessor— Obasanjo regime. If we appropriately adjust for oil income and debt, then this government is the worst in our history on the economy. All statistics are from the National Bureau of Statistics.
Despite presiding over the biggest oil boom in our history, it has not added one percentage point to the growth rate of GDP compared to the Obasanjo regime especially the 2003- 07 period.  Obasanjo met GDP growth rate at 2% but averaged 7% within 2003- 07. The current government has been stuck at 6% despite an unprecedented oil boom.  Income (GDP) growth has actually performed worse, and poverty escalated.
This is the only government in our history where rapidly increasing government expenditure was associated with increasing poverty. The director general of NBS stated in his written press conference address in 2011 that about 112 million Nigerians were living in poverty. Is this the record to defend?  Obama had a tough time in his re-election in 2012 because unemployment reached 8%. Here, unemployment is at a record 24% and poverty at an all-time 71% but people are prancing around, gloating about ‘performance’.
As I write, the Naira exchange rate to the dollar is $210 at the parallel market. What a historic performance! Please save your breathe and save us the embarrassment. The President promised Nigeria nothing in the last election and we did not get value for money. He should this time around present us with his plan for the future, and focus on how he would redeem himself in the second term—if he wins!
Sadly the government’s economic team is very weak, dominated by self-interested and self-conflicted group of traders and businessmen, and so-called economic team meetings have been nothing but showbiz time. The very people government exists to regulate have seized the levers of government as policymakers and most government institutions have largely been “privatized” to them.
Mention any major government department or agency and someone will tell you whom it has been ‘allocated’ to, and the person subsequently nominates his minion to occupy the seat.  What do you then expect? The economy seems to be on auto pilot, with confusion as to who is in charge, and government largely as a constraint. There are no big ideas, and it is difficult to see where economic policy is headed to.
My thesis is that the Nigerian economy, if properly managed, should have been growing at an annual rate of about 12% given the oil boom, and poverty and unemployment should have fallen dramatically over the last five years. This is topic for another day.
So far, the Government’s response to the self-inflicted crisis is, at best, laughable. They blame external shocks as if we did not expect them and say nothing about the terrible policy choices they made. The National Assembly had described the 2015 budget as unrealistic. The fiscal adjustments proposed in the 2015 budget simply play to the gallery and just to pander to our emotions.
For a $540 billion economy, the so-called luxury tax amounts to zero per cent of GDP.  If the current trend continues, private businesses will come under a heavy crunch soon. Having put economics on its head during the boom time, the Government now proposes to increase taxes during a prospective downturn and impose austerity measures. Unbelievable!
Fortuitously, just as he succeeded Shagari when Nigeria faced similar situations, Buhari is once more seeking to lead Nigeria. But times have changed, and Nigeria is largely different. First, this is a democracy and dealing with corruption must happen within the ambit of the rule of law and due process. Getting things done in a democracy requires complicated bargaining, especially where the legislature, labour, the media, and civil society have become strong and entrenched.
Second, the size, structure and institutions of the economy have fundamentally altered. The market economy, especially the capital market and foreign exchange market, impose binding constraints and discipline on any regime.   Third, dealing with most of the other issues— insecurity, unemployment/poverty, infrastructure, health, education, etc, require increased, smarter, and more efficient spending. Increased spending when the economy is on the reverse gear?
If oil prices remain between 40- 60 dollars over the next two years, the current policy regime guarantees that foreign reserves will continue the precipitous depletion with the attendant exchange rate depreciation, as well as a probable unsustainable escalation in debt accumulation, fiscal retrenchment or taxing the private sector with vengeance. The scenario does not look pretty.
The poor choices made by the current government have mortgaged the future, and the next government would have little room to manoeuvre and would inevitably undertake drastic but painful structural adjustments. Nigerians loathe the term ‘structural adjustment’. With falling real wages and depreciating currency, I can see any belated attempt  by the government to deal with the bloated public sector pitching it against a feisty labour.  I worry about regime stability in the coming months, and I do not envy the next team.
The seeming crisis is not destiny; it is self-imposed. However, we must see it as an opportunity to be seized to fundamentally restructure Nigeria’s political economy, including its fiscal federalism and mineral rights. The current system guarantees cycles of consumption loop and I cannot see sustainable long term prosperity without major systemic overhaul. The proposals at the national conference merely tinker at the margins.
In totality, the outcome of the national conference is to do more of the same, with minor amendments on the system of sharing and consumption rather than a fundamental overhaul of the system for productivity and prosperity. President Jonathan promises to implement the report of the national conference if he wins. I commend him for at least offering ‘something’, albeit, marginal in my view. I have not heard anything from the APC or Buhari regarding the national conference report or what kind of federalism they envisage for Nigeria.
In Nigeria’s recent history, two examples under the military and civilian governments demonstrate that where the political will exists, Nigeria has the capacity to overcome severe challenges.  The first was under President Babangida. Not many Nigerians appreciate that given the near bankrupt state of Nigeria’s finances and requirements for debt resolution under the Paris Club, the country had little choice but to undertake the painful structural adjustment programme (SAP).
I want to state for the record that the foundation for the current market economy we operate in Nigeria was laid by that regime (liberalization of markets including market determined exchange rate, private sector-led economy including licensing of private banks and insurance, de-regulation, privatization of public enterprises under TCPC, etc). Just abolishing the import licensing regime was a fundamental policy revolution. Despite the criticisms, these policy thrusts have remained the pillars of our deepening market economy, and the economy recovered from almost negative growth rate to average 5.5% during the regime and poverty incidence at 42% in 1992.
Under our democratic experience, President Obasanjo inherited a bankrupt economy (with the lost decade of the 1990’s GDP growth rate of 2.2% and hence zero per capita income growth for the decade). His regime consolidated and deepened the market economy structures (consolidation of the banking system which is powering the emergence of a new but truly private sector-led economy and simultaneously led to a new awareness and boom in the capital market;
telecommunications revolution; new pension regime; debt relief which won for Nigeria policy independence from the World Bank and Paris Club; deepening of de-regulation and  privatization including the unbundling of NEPA under PHCN for privatization; agricultural revolution that saw yearly growth rate of over 6% and remains unsurpassed ever since;
sound monetary and fiscal policy and growing foreign reserves that gave confidence to investors; establishment of the Africa Finance Corporation which is leading infrastructure finance in Africa; backward integration policy that saw the establishment and growth of Dangote cement and others; established ICPC and EFCC to fight corruption, etc).
The economy roared to average yearly growth of 7% between 2003 and 2007 (although average monthly oil price under his regime was $38), and poverty dropped from estimated 70% in1999 to 54% in 2004.   Obasanjo was his own coordinating minister of the economy and chairman of the economic management team— which he chaired for 90 minutes every week. I met with him daily.  In other words, he did not outsource economic management.
We expected that the next government after Obasanjo would take the economy to the next level.  So far, we have had two great slogans: the 7-point agenda and currently, the transformation agenda. They remain empty slogans without content or direction.
Let me suggest that the fundamental challenge for the next government on the economy can be framed around the goal of creating twelve million jobs over the next four years to have a dent on unemployment and poverty. The challenge is to craft a development agenda to deliver this within the context of broken public finance, and an economy in which painful structural adjustments will be inevitable if current trends in oil prices continue. Most other programmes on corruption, security, power, infrastructure, etc, are expected to be instruments to achieve this objective.
So far, neither the APC nor the PDP has a credible programme for employment and poverty reduction. The APC promises to create 20,000 jobs per state in the first year, totalling a mere 720,000 jobs.  This sounds like a quota system and for a country where the new entrants into the labour market per annum exceed two million.
If it was intended as a joke, APC must please get serious.  On the other hand, President Jonathan targets two million jobs per annum but his strategy for doing so is a Job Board— another committee of sort.  Sorry, Mr. President, a Job Board is not a strategy. The principal job Nigerians hired you to do for them is to create jobs for them too. You cannot outsource that job, Sir.  Creating 3 million jobs per annum under the unfolding crisis would task our creativity and audacity to the limits.
I heard one politician argue that once we fix power, private sector would create jobs. Not necessarily! Well, this government claims to have added 1,700MW to the national grid and yet unemployment soars. Ask Greece, Spain, etc with power and infrastructure and yet with high unemployment. Structural dislocations play a key role. For example, currently in Nigeria, it is estimated that more than 60% of graduates of our educational system are unemployable.
You can understand why many of us are amused when the government celebrates that it has established twelve more glorified secondary schools as universities. I thought they would have told us how many Nigerian universities made it in the league of the best 200 universities in the world. That would have been an achievement.  Surely, creating millions of jobs in this economy would, among other things, require ‘new money’ and extraordinary system of coordination among the three tiers of government plus the private sector.
Unfortunately, from what I read, the CBN is largely likely to be asleep at this time the country needs the most revolutionary finance. This is a topic for another day. Only the President can lead this effort. Moreover, we are waiting for the two parties/candidates to spell out HOW they will create jobs, whether it is the 20,000 jobs per state by APC or 2 million per annum by President Jonathan.  Let us know how you arrived at the figures. Whichever of the two that is declared winner will have his job cut out for him, and I expect him to declare a national emergency on job creation.
Surprisingly, none of the parties/candidates has any grand vision about African economic integration, led by Nigeria. There is no programme on how to make the naira the de facto currency of ECOWAS or the international financial centre that can attract more than $100 billion per annum.
Where is the strategy for orchestrating the revolutionary finance to power the economy during this downturn? For President Jonathan, I find it shocking that the most important initiative of his government to secure the future of the economy by Nigeria refusing to sign the ruinous Economic Partnership Agreement (EPA) with the European Union is not even being mentioned.  President Obasanjo saved Nigeria from the potential ruin of an ECOWAS single currency while to his credit Jonathan safeguarded our industrial sector/economy by refusing to sign the EPA. Or does the government not understand the import of that?  It will be interesting to know the APC’s strategy for exploiting strategic alliances within Africa, China, and the world for Nigeria’s prosperity.
If Buhari wins, he will ride on the populist wind for “change”.  Most people I have spoken to who have decided to vote for Buhari do not necessarily know the specifics of what he would offer or how Nigeria would be different under him. I asked my driver, Usman, whom he would vote for President.
He responded: “If they no rig the election, na Buhari everybody go vote for”. I asked him why, and his next response sums it: “The man dey honest. In short, people just want to see another face for that villa”.  But if he wins, the honeymoon will be brief and the pressure will be immense to magically deliver a ‘new Nigeria’ with no corruption, no boko haram or insecurity, jobs for everyone, no poverty, infrastructure and power in abundance, etc.
As a first point, Buhari and his team must realize that they do not yet have a coherent, credible agenda that is consistent with the fundamentals of the economy currently. The APC manifesto contains some good principles and wish-lists, but as a blue print for Nigeria’s security and prosperity, it is largely hollow. The numbers do not add up. Thus, his first job is to present a credible development agenda to Nigerians.
The second key challenge for Buhari and his team will be to transit and transform from a group of what I largely refer to as aggrieved people’s congregation to build a true political party with a soul from the patchwork of political associations. It is surely easier to oppose than to govern.  This should not worry us much. After all, even the PDP which has been in power for 16 years is still an assembly of people held together by what I refer to as dining table politics.
I am not sure how many members can tell you what their party stands for or its mission and vision for Nigeria. The third but more difficult agenda is cobbling together a truly ‘progressive team’ that will begin to pick the pieces.  The lesson of history is that the best leaders have been the ones who went beyond their narrow provincial enclaves to recruit talents and mobilize capacities for national transformation.
In Nigeria’s history, the two presidents who made the most fundamental transformation of the economy, Babangida and Obasanjo, were exceptional in the quality of the teams they put together. I therefore pray that Buhari will be magnanimous in victory – if he wins—to put together a ‘team Nigeria’ for the rescue mission.
If Jonathan wins, then God must have been magnanimous to give him a second chance to redeem himself. Most people I know who support Jonathan do so either out of self-interest or fear of the unknown.  As a friend summed it: the devil you know is better than the angel you do not know.  One person assured me that we would see a ‘different Jonathan’ if he wins as he has been rattled by the harsh judgment of history on his presidency so far.  I just pray that he is right.  In that case, I would just draw the President’s attention to two issues:
First, beside the coterie of clowns who literally make a living with the sing-song of transformation agenda, President Jonathan must know that it remains an empty slogan. His greatest challenge is how to save himself from the stranglehold of his largely provincial palace jesters who tell him he has done better than God, and seek out ‘enemies’ and friends who can help him write his name in history. Propaganda won’t do it.
Second, Jonathan must claw back his powers as President of Nigeria. He largely outsourced them, and must now roll his sleeves for a new beginning. I take liberty to tell you this brutal truth: if you are not re-elected, there is little to remember your regime after the next few years.
On 7th January 2004, I made a special presentation to an expanded economic management team to set agenda for the new year (as chief economic adviser). The focus of my presentation was for us to identify seven iroko trees that would be the flagship markers for the administration as well as how to finance them. I use the same framework to evaluate your administration.
What I say to you, Mr. President, is that your record of performance so far is like a farmland filled with grasses. Yes, they are many but there is no tree, let alone any iroko tree, that stands out.  Think about this. The beginning of wisdom for every President in his second term is to admit that he is racing against time to cement his legacy. So far, your report card is not looking great.  You need a team of big and bold thinkers, as well as with excellent execution capacity.  So far, it is not working!
Under the executive presidential system, Nigerians elected you to manage their economy. You cannot outsource that job. Our constitution envisages a federal coordination of the economy, and that function is performed by the National Economic Council (NEC) with Vice-President as chairman. Indeed, the constitution and other laws of Nigeria envisage the office of the VP as the coordinator on the economy.
All major economic institutions of the federal government are, by law, chaired by the Vice-President including the national planning (see functions of the national planning commission as coordinator of federal government economic and development programmes), debt management office, National Council on Privatization, etc. As chairman of National Planning (with Ministers of Finance, Agriculture, CBN governor, etc as members), the VP oversees the federal planning and coordination.
Then the Constitution mandates the VP as representative of the federal government to chair the NEC, with only CBN governor and state governors as members—to coordinate national economy between federal and states. No minister is a member of NEC. Many people do not understand the logic of the design of our constitution and the role of the VP.  Of course, the buck stops on the desk of Mr. President. Only the President and VP have our mandate to govern us.
Every other person is an adviser/assistant. I bet that you will only appreciate this article AFTER you leave office. Now that you are in power, truth will only hurt!  Be assured that those of us who are prepared to die for Nigeria will never spare you or anyone else this bitter truth.
Nigeria must survive and prosper beyond Buhari or Jonathan!
Chukwuma Charles Soludo, CFR, was  former CBN Governor.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Muna Obiekwe is NOT dead




Who the heck started this?! Tweets continue after the cut please.




I just found out now that Nollywood actor Mike Ezuruonye also posted about Muna's alleged death. Empress posted it too but quickly deleted it seconds later but not before I screen grabbed it.