Izuu's Turn

Effort has been made to disguise this good friend of mine. It's nothing personal, my good friend, ok! Hope you don't unfriend me! Facebook! Facebook!! Facebook!!! How many times did I call you Facebook? The fact that most of our parents do not understand you and therefore are not among your nearly a billion subscriber population, has given you the impetus to turn us loose. Someone said that everything that exists performs.  And that performance is much more evident in 21st century living. Gone are the days we queue up at a photographer's shop, One that will make us look foolishly "teethified" by asking us to say "cheeeese!" Everyone now has a camera, both still and video, rolled into one. We don't need to go to music studios anymore or even listen to anyone's music but ours. Karaoke-enabled players now turn every croaky voice into a Celine  Dion or Onyeka Onwenu. So because we all have cameras, every imaginable shot is acceptable. Fr...

I had to swallow a good number of things before summoning the creative courage to write this. What was it that I swallowed, you may ask? Well, my pride! I had to swallow several doses of my pride before I could muster the impetus to say that I may have judged Jega too hastily. As you read this, I want you to please note the date stamp on it. So that if Jega becomes a success tomorrow, in his latest venture,  you wouldn't classify me in the specie of bats. The cancellation of the NASS elections in Nigeria yesterday (Saturday, 2nd April 2011), irked me so much that I poured my venom, like folks of my generation, on Facebook and Twitter. At times, I wonder why it is called Facebook, when it is permanently asking: "What's on your mind?" It should rather be called Mindbook. Or better still, Complaintbook, for the numerous unsolicited complaints its commodious memory galaxy has been inundated with. Most recently, it has suddently become Prayerbook. Ask me why. ...