Basically, this is a talent hunt specifically for anybody who can sing, dance and make people laugh.
I have uploaded scanned pictures of the fliers which contain the necessary information in terms of date, venue and time, as well as audition centres. The audition centres cut across Redeemed Christian Church of God parishes (look carefully at the pictures). Auditions will take place at all the centres on the 16th of April, 2016.
The main event is slated for 1st of May, 2016 at the Cricket Pitch, Tafawa Balewa Square. The time is 1.00pm. The prize is one million Naira (#1 000 000).
For more information, please contact the organisers through their various social media handles – twitter, facebook, instagram (@lagosSHIFT) and firstname.lastname@example.org.
‘…you see your Father’s love as a reward, the measure of which is according to your performance.’
The character, ‘Torera’ in Peace Oni’s Abba Father
The parable of the Prodigal son is found in the book of Luke in the fifteenth chapter, from the eleventh verse up until the thirty-second verse. For most of us, it explains succinctly God’s unfailing love and everlasting attempt to reconcile with man. Even when we stoop so low as to consort with the ‘pigs of this world’ – feeding from their troughs, cohabiting with them – God doesn’t disinherit us. Rather he waits for us patiently, waiting to celebrate us when we come to our senses and find our way back home.
Jesus didn’t, however, talk about the one who never went astray. The seemingly loyal and faithful son that was always available. He recognised his status and worked to show that he had earned his place as an heir. Imagine his indignation when the ‘squanderer’ comes back and his being celebrated. What nonsense!
This article is not about what I think. Rather it is about two works of art – a stage play written by a wonderful young woman, Peace Oni and a drama – based on this stage play – produced by an outfit – Afrikoinart. I watched the drama today at the Main Auditorium of the Nigerian Law School at 7.00pm and I have to say that I was blessed. Normally, I am against spoilers but I can’t just help sharing this one time.
Basically, the setting of the play is a small Yoruba town. The Father of the prodigal son is a very wealthy farmer with a lot of servants and land and crops. Business is good, harvest is plentiful and all is well until the prodigal son decides to go on a frolic of his own. The elder brother considers him irresponsible –typical of a spoilt rich kid – but what he doesn’t bargain for is his Father’s inconsolable sorrow at the departure of the ‘thoughtless son’. He doesn’t understand this. He thinks his Father should be satisfied because he – that is the elder son – works hard and is responsible etc. So each time he sees his Father’s despondency, he is compelled to work even more hard so that his father can love him more, because if his Father really loved him, he would not be so sad about the departure of his elder brother.
“I’d like somebody to get rid of the death tax. That’s what I want. I don’t want to get taxed just because I died. I just don’t think it’s right. If I give something to my kid, I already paid the tax. Why should I have to pay it again because I died?”–Whoopi Goldberg
If the maiden edition of the National Tax Debate was awesome, then the second edition of the annual National Tax Debate definitely upped the ante. The importance of taxation to a Government can never be overemphasised. For anyone who has knowledge of taxation, there is a need to constantly explore the relationship between taxation and every facet of government – political, social, and economic. History shows us that the Aba women riot was a consequence of the imposition of direct taxes on women in the eastern part of Nigeria. Again, the events surrounding the Boston Tea Party and the subsequent American Revolution stemmed from the agitation against taxation without representation. Then, following the exposure of the evils of transfer pricing by big corporations, ordinary citizens have begun to boycott the patronization of certain corporations. In the UK, tax payers protests led to Vodafone shutting down one of its stores. In addition, the boycott starbucks hashtag (#boycottstarbucks) sprang up upon the revelation that Starbucks declared loss to avoid paying corporate tax. Finally, tax rates actually affect consumption and saving habits of tax payers, and if properly controlled, may be used to raise extra revenue for the government without a corresponding increase in the burden on the shoulder of the taxpayers – the luxury tax on private jets illustrates how the government may get back some of its embezzled funds without necessarily increasing the burden on the ordinary taxpayer.
The point being made here is that this annual event is an avenue to trade arguments and view points on tax related issues as they affect Nigeria as a country, and Nigeria in its relationship with other countries. Conversations are taking place every day, and in this particular instance, the youths have decided to be at the fore front. All private stakeholders and the government should pay more attention, everybody must take part. There is more to be done.
‘Enough of the ‘blame-game’ and castigations of inefficiency. Let us all make Nigeria a better and safe environment’
Olaitan Victor Olatomide in Beyond the Horizon (pg 92)
I would begin by saying a few words about the author. I would like to think we are friends. That’s not why I am doing this book review. I am doing it because this is the kind of conversation that youths, as the future of Nigeria, should be taking an active part in. Sometimes I worry that a lot of us, that is Nigerian youths, have inculcated wrong values and notions. That, when we finally take over the mantle of leadership, we would be worse than the Bode Georges, the Doyin Okupes, the Femi Fani Kayodes, the Abba Moros and the Reno Omokris of this world. Then, I come across this book, and I am thinking maybe Nigeria can be saved. We, however, have to activate the right conversations. In my humble opinion, ‘Beyond the Horizon’ is a starting point.
The opening quote made me laugh. The Lion King is actually one of my favourite cartoons. These have nothing to do with why I am writing this.
At the time of writing this post, the results of the presidential election were yet to be announced by INEC. The event that prompted this particular post was very illuminating. On that fateful Friday – two days ago – I was in a Tricycle, otherwise called a Keke Napep or Maruwa. We were at this junction, that busy one that connects Our Lady of Apostles Girls’ School, Marda Barracks and Unilag Junction. This junction is always very busy and the motorists usually defy the traffic lights. For sanity to reign at this junction and to prevent a gridlock, it is preferable to have at least two Police Officers or LASTMA officials. Trust me, that’s my route, one is not enough. I feel a bit ashamed to say that I don’t still know the name of the junction, but I will find out. On that day, the Napep I was in was coming from the street that led to customs bus stop. The light was red. As soon as the light turned green, the incoming vehicles from Agnes and Sabo, as well as Yaba, should have stopped crossing the intersection as the traffic light regulating their own part of the street would have turned red. As usual, they tried to beat the traffic light and we all ended up stuck in the middle. As is typical of Lagos motorists, horns were blaring left, and centre. While everyone was trying their best to maneouvre their vehicles to safety, a man driving a Toyota Sienna jumped down from his car, hit my Napep’s driver across the head twice and grabbed his keys while screaming, ‘this man, what is wrong with you sef?’ He took off into his car and drove off leaving Continue reading “CHANGE: WHAT ONE MAN CAN REALLY DO”→