Tag: Gboyega Alaka

  • Foga 95: Why we’re celebrating 20

    Foga 95: Why we’re celebrating 20

    Adebola Agunbiade, president and co-founder of Foga95, an association of old girls of Federal Government Girls College, Akure, 1995 Set speaks to Gboyega Alaka on the association’s forthcoming 20th Anniversary celebration and why it’s a must-attend for all alumni. 

    Twenty years is a long time, yet you girls have maintained contact and are now planning an anniversary; who are those behind it?

    First, the association is called FOGA ’95, Feggicolla Old Girls Association, 1995 set. It all started sometime in 1997 with me and a couple of my sisters from the 1995 set of Federal Government Girls College, Akure. We realised that a couple of us were still in touch and decided to start something to further bring us closer. I lived in Port Harcourt then and we got about 3 other sisters (Folakemi Oguntuase nee Adetunji, Lanre Ogunjobi nee Fagbuyi and Tope Onadeko nee Fabunmi) in Lagos to reach out to others, with whom they still had contact. We were meeting once every quarter at each other’s houses, to discuss issues and assist each other in whatever capacity we could. Of course, we also support each other towards and during social events. I remember when we went to attend the wedding of the first person in our set that got married; it was really fun and nice. These days we look at the pictures in our old school iro and buba plus gele, have a hearty laugh and remember how far we have come. Gradually, we got more people on board and started putting structures in place. I was elected president last year. We thank God because He has kept us all alive. Overtime, we have also created a facebook page and started inviting others; we also have a BBM group that is almost five years old.

    Tell us about this coming celebration.

    We’ve tagged it The Reunion Event and it’s holding on June 20 this year at Lagoon Restaurant, Victoria Island, Lagos. Like the name suggests, it’s a reunion of the Class of ’95 set of Feggicolla and also to celebrate twenty years of graduating from our beloved secondary school. It’s basically a fun day for all. The alumni body will be officially introduced and new members will be registering. There will also be memoir time, quiz, dance competition and games and general partying.

    Is this celebration all about the 1995 set or is it open to all old girls of Feggicolla?

    There is the parent Alumni body which caters for every Alumni of Feggicolla of all sets. But this is only for those of us of the 1995 set. So, far we have about 50 people confirmed who would be attending.

    What have been the benefits of the association to your old school?

    Sometime back we got word that the main Alumni body was organising a visit to the school and we contributed money to buy bunk beds, which were delivered to the school. So, the Reunion Event is also a form of raising funds as we have identified a project, which we intend to carry out in the school. We also help each other in businesses and towards job placements. We contribute a merger sum as our monthly due and use this to cater for the needs as they come up. We have a pool of funds donated by one of us, which any of us can access at a tiny interest.

    What message do you have for your members who have not been part of your regular meeting?

    We have come a long way from 1995/1997. It has not been easy rallying everyone together, but we are impressed with the feedback we get so far. We even have sisters from outside the country who are making plans to attend this event, while those who are not able, have pledged their contribution towards its success. It is also an opportunity to network and rekindle old relationships and friendships. Part of the reason for this reunion is to officially introduce the Alumni Association of our set to everyone and get everyone to join up. We want to create a platform of unity, love and togetherness amongst all the FOGA girls. To join up is easy, just send an email to foga95set@gmail.com or follow our activities on our facebook page: Feggicola Alumni (95 set).

  • Why I’m immortalising my brother – Tolu Falode

    Why I’m immortalising my brother – Tolu Falode

    It’s over one year since Toba Falode, son of ace sports broadcaster, Aisha Falode died in mysterious circumstance in far away Dubai, but the ripples have yet to go still, as his elder sister, Tolu prepares to lunch a book in his memory come May 19, his birthday. She spoke on the book and her relationship with her late brother with Gboyega Alaka.

    You’ve written a book to honour your late brother, Toba; tell us about it.

    The book was inspired by my brother, Toba Falode aka Tyler Hendricks. He has inspired my story from the moment he died. So the book was inspired by him. He was a very dutiful, ambitious, charming, determined, sociable young man, who unfortunately had no chance to live his life. So in a way, I hope I can give life to his story, even though he didn’t have a chance to tell it himself.

    Where were you when he died?

    I was in school in Dublin. My brother and I were extremely close, such that we didn’t need words to communicate. We understood each other that well. I could simply tell what he was going to say by looking at him and likewise him. We couldn’t go more than two weeks without speaking. After literally 14 days, I would call my brother and just talk about anything. And he’d say ‘Why don’t you just say that you missed me?’ And I would laugh and tell him to leave me alone. That was the nature of our relationship. He was always teasing me; very mischievous and I loved him very deeply. I called him literally two days before he died, because I missed him. But he wasn’t answering, so I kept calling and calling. And the thing is he only answered me at his convenience, which I found very annoying. But we loved each other nevertheless. So when he eventually answered, he assumed that something was wrong. He said, ‘Are you ok? Is everything cool?’ And I said ‘I missed you; why were you not picking my call? And then he said ‘Sorry.’ And whenever Toba apologised I just forgave him. I could never hold anything against him. So we spoke for a bit, and the next thing I heard…. he was dead.

    How did you learn about his death?

    One of my very close friends, Ore kept calling me. It was around 10 am, and I’m not a morning person, so I didn’t pick her calls. I was sleeping because I was out late in the night. And she knew more than anyone else that I’m not an early morning person. So eventually I answered her call and she told me she was at my apartment block, which I thought that was very strange. So I went to open the door and behold she was with her mother, which I thought was more curious and unusual. Immediately, I knew something was wrong, because a couple of years earlier, we had lost an uncle, Brother Shuaib, and Brother Shuaib was like a father figure to my brother and I. We were all extremely close to him. In fact my brother was closer to him, than I was. He actually inspired my decision to study Law, because he was a law student. So I knew something was wrong; that somebody had passed, because the circumstances were similar to that occasion when Brother Shuaib passed on, and I started panicking. I tried to get my friend to talk. My heart started palpitating and mind was racing. How would I tell Toba? How would I protect Toba? How was I going to get us through this? Because I immediately assumed it was my mother. I couldn’t imagine that death would come so confidently into my home, without it being my mother. So when they said, Toba, I literally felt a crack in my spirit. It was like a strike to my system that I wasn’t able to digest properly.

    How did you cope with the reality, considering that you never imagined a future without him?

    I didn’t. Mostly, I was fighting for my mental stability. I was very depressed, to the extent that I wasn’t able to digest it mentally. And during that time, I assumed that my mum was going through a worse situation emotionally, yet somebody had to go to Dubai to get my brother. My extended family and friends were already making plans to go and get him, but I knew my brother would expect that my mum or myself would come and get him. So I went to Dubai, along with some members of our extended family and friends to identify him; went through the process of hearing that he was murdered and claimed his corpse. So really, I couldn’t think past the immediate moment. The future was just too much to contemplate.

    One year after, how does the future look?

    Well, now, it has become more palatable, in the sense that before, I couldn’t start thinking about the future without feeling some emotional distress. At least now I’m able to think straight. He has inspired who I have become. So in a way, he lives through my own story. If this didn’t happen, I probably wouldn’t have discovered who I was as a person. He was so much a part of me that in his death, he has brought out even more of me. I suddenly found myself representing him and myself; being more courageous, more vocal; suddenly, I’ve just grown up.

    Tell us more about this book.

    The book is titled ‘Gift of Grace, A Sibling Bond.’ It is a book dedicated to my brother. The release date is May 19, which is his birthday. He would have been 21 this year, and I wanted to honour him as much as possible. He inspired the story because he never had the chance to tell his own. And he was so full of life that I didn’t think it was possible for him to be dead. He was so bubbly and lived every moment. He wanted to be a musician. He wasn’t one of those people who are like I want to do music, but let me first go to school, study and make some money before pursuing music. No, he just said ‘I want to do music; I’m going to do music.’ He was very courageous and had no fears about following his dreams. He just figured everything would work out. And I admired and respected him a lot for that. But he died prematurely before he even had the chance to start living. And my love for him just came to the fore, so I just started writing.

    Did you have a calculated story or you just started pouring out your emotions?

    I didn’t have any calculated story. It was in fact an accident because by this time last year, I wasn’t aware this would be my story this year. So it wasn’t a conscious effort. I was still very lost and I was just writing to deal with the tragedy that had befallen us as a family. I read some stories I’d written to my mum. I’m not sure if it helped her, but I’m sure it comforted her to a level. At a point, she just said, ‘You know what? You can put that in a book.’ And I discovered that I actually had well over a hundred pages. And I was like, ‘Okay, I really have enough material for a book.’ So I kept writing anyway, but now with the notion that I was writing a book.

    Are you saying that readers shouldn’t expect a well-structured book?

    It is well-structured, in the sense that it is divided into sections. It tells my story and by extension, my brother’s story and my family’s story and it probes into my faith and grace in Christ. And how I discovered my faith and became a strong Christian after his passing. To learn more about this book, people can visit Tolu Falode: Gift of Grace on facebook; @tolufalode on twitter, fantheflame on instagram and the-flame-of-faith.blogspot.com

  • XENOPHOBIA Horror tales from South Africa

    XENOPHOBIA Horror tales from South Africa

    The world woke-up mid-last month to another spate of xenophobic upheavals in South Africa. Observers say it is the worst after similar explosion of violence against black foreigners in 2008 that left more than 60 people dead. Within a couple of days, the violence, which broke out in Durban and Johannesburg had spread like wildfire, recording eight deaths and hundreds more people gruesomely injured or maimed perpetually. One of the images that have gone viral and which will continue to be a horrific reminder of the incident is that of a black man on all fours, being roasted alive. Yet another is the image of a man being perpetually stabbed in broad daylight, until he hit the ground and was left to die. A particular sickening video showed a huge number of South African mob mauling, hitting and stomping on a lone helpless female foreigner. The horror continued until she lay practically lifeless, yet one man didn’t feel satisfied and continued to pummel her with the back of an axe, ostensibly to make sure not an iota of life was left in her.

    Yet as the dust of the attacks settled, more gory stories continue to emerge, making some of the examples above look like child’s-play. A young man Uche, who managed to sneak out of the rainbow country last week, spoke of how her boss, a Malawian was mauled to death in his office, before his very eyes. Luckily, the attackers did not spot him, and he quickly left through a back door, headed for his apartment not too far from his office, took the few things he could travel with, and immediately headed for a nearby border town from where he accessed Namibia and connected a plane back to Nigeria.

    Uche said he worked as a cleaner in the company and was paid handsomely, something in the region of N110,000 per month, when converted, but said he is not likely to go back to that country for all the rands in this world.

    His exact words: “Those people are not human. They cannot be trusted.”

    – Gboyega Alaka

  • Wild, Wild  world of dogs: How safe is your  neighbourhood?

    Wild, Wild world of dogs: How safe is your neighbourhood?

    Gboyega Alaka attempts a critical look at the recent incident of dog attack on a four-year-old, paying specific attention to the inherent dangers of stray dogs on the loose, fatality of rabies infection, legal rights of citizens in the face of future challenges and more.

    It’s not unlikely that there is a dog in your neighbourhood. Put more succinctly, it’s not unlikely that there is a stray dog on your street or somewhere next door, foraging ‘harmlessly’ for pieces of bones, shreds of flesh, or just about anything your refuse can offer.

    Once in a while, there is actually a fine breed Rottweiler, Pug, English Mastiff, Boxer, Labrador retriever or German Shepherd next flat or somewhere behind the gate of that posh house on your street, purportedly being kept as a pet or for the purpose of security.

    What is, however, unlikely is whether people, who are voluntarily or involuntarily forced to live with these dogs, ever stop to worry or even recognise the danger inherent in these animals. True, dogs have been severally described as man’s best friend, but the truth is they also have a tendency to become man’s worst enemies – depending on which side of its temper you find yourself.

    For those who stop to think, do they ask questions? And if they do, do they go further by taking steps to forestall the possible danger? The unfortunate incident of four-year-old Omonigho Abraham, now undergoing treatment at the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital, readily comes to mind here.

    His parents, Abraham and Helen Odia, recognised the danger posed by Jacky, the new dog brought into the compound by their landlord, Stanley Wisely, but did little more than a whimpering complaint to their arrogant landlord until the disaster occurred. Perhaps if they had recognised their rights under the law and taken the right steps, maybe – just maybe – their son, Omonigho, would not have been a victim of that deadly attack that left him dangling on the cliff of life and within a short distance of death.

    And maybe Omonigho would still have been enjoying his quiet anonymous life and his mother, who says she is tired of the sudden celebrity status the unfortunate incident has thrusted upon her, would still have been enjoying her quiet life, rather than answering monotonous questions from desperate journalists, “who just want to sell their papers.”

    It would be recalled that two dogs, Jacky and Ghaddaffi , being bred in their compound on Adegboyega Street, Igando, had invaded the Odia’s flat and made a meal of little Omonigho’s scalp, with only a last minute intervention by his mother proving to be his saving grace. Mrs. Helen Odia had braved the odds to go into the flat, after stick-wielding neighbours and a team of policemen had been too terror-struck to go in and rescue her boy.

    But if providence has been so compassionate with the Odia family, preserving their son’s life in spite of the deadly fangs of the hounds, and raising two state governors to stand by them and benignly tussle over their son’s medical expenses, some victims, and indeed families, have not been so lucky.

    Fatai Jimoh, then a 12-year-old, who lived with his father in Ajegunle, wasn’t so lucky, as he received a deadly bite from a rabid street dog and eventually gave up the ghost a few months later. Fatai had gone about his normal childish business after being bitten by the street dog and given a mere anti-tetanus injection by the owner.

    Unfortunately, Fatai was too young to understand the deadly implication of a dog bite and did not tell his father or any member of his extended family, who lived a few blocks away. Worse still, he swore his peers who witnessed the incident of the dog bite to secrecy, inadvertently digging his own grave. It thus happened that even when the symptoms of rabies manifested, and he displayed strange agitated behaviour and an almost violent rejection of water, generally struggling in the throes of death, nobody suspected a dog bite, let alone a rabid infection.

    The ready explanation was suspected food poisoning, until one of his peers unwittingly dropped the bombshell days after he had passed on. And so it was that young, bubbly Fatai, well-loved in the community, died a totally preventable and avoidable death.

    Many wondered why the owner of the dog, knowing fully well that his dog was not vaccinated, merely gave him a mere anti-tetanus and went away. Could it be that even he didn’t know? Or that he just wanted to fulfill minimal righteousness, avoid the expensive post-exposure treatment and vacate the scene?

    Like little Omonigho, five-year-old Edna also experienced her moment of terror that would subsequently instill in her a strong phobia for dogs, when she was chased and dragged all around the compound by a co-tenant’s dog in their Ikotun area home.

    Thankfully, she didn’t appear to have been bitten, nor was she chewed up. But Edna’s parents nevertheless took precaution and promptly took Edna for anti-rabies treatment.

    According to her father, Mr. Benjamin, there was no way he could have taken the risk of not taking her to the hospital for that vital post exposure treatment, “because she was so bruised and covered with blood at the end of the incident that we didn’t know if the dog actually sank its teeth in her skin or not. Besides, we didn’t know for sure if the dog had been vaccinated, or if the vaccination was up to date.”

    Moreover, he had seen someone die of rabies after a dog bite in the past, and the sheer horror of how helpless the victim died was something he would not wish for his worst enemy. Also, Benjamin had heard somewhere that the rabies virus can also be found in dogs’ nails.

    Yet despite these evident danger and hazard inherent in the mere presence of dogs in our environment, several are on the loose, and will probably always remain. To make matters worse, children go out of their way to tease some of these dogs and sometimes make them react violently, while some other people walk dangerously close, oblivious of the animals and whether or not they could be temperamental.

    Deji, an auto-mechanic in Olodi Apapa area of Lagos, reveals the prevalence of stray dogs that live perpetually on street rubbish in his area. If he were to do a headcount, Deji says he would count well over 20 of those dogs roaming the streets, hounding each other and most times engaging in wild street copulation.

    He also wondered why there is never any attempt to clear the streets of these dogs, not even vaccinate them, since the government is aware of the dangerous virus they carry.

    “From what I’ve read and heard, health workers in other countries usually arrest such dogs and get them off the streets, or in some cases vaccinate them from house to house. “And I wonder why they would not do that in Nigeria. I think you should let them know that such carrier dogs pose danger to everybody, including their own children.”

    Stray Dogs: Comparable only to lunatic on the loose

    According to Dr. Funmilayo Alao, a clinician and small animal practitioner, who runs Ized Veterinary by Governor’s Road Junction, Ikotun, Lagos and who incidentally is wife of the president, Lagos State chapter of the National Veterinary Medical Association, the potential danger of stray dogs is palpable.

    She agrees with the general public opinion that likens a stray dog to a lunatic on the loose and that must be avoided like a plague. “Even as a Vet doctor,” she reveals, “I don’t play with a dog I don’t know. If I see a stray dog, I simply move away from its path. That is not cowardliness, it is called wisdom. The reason is that I don’t know if the owner has vaccinated the dog or not; why then should I expose myself?”

    She declares that even the average dog keeper or breeder in Nigeria rarely takes the effort to vaccinate their dogs as and when due, thereby underlining the danger in those who have nobody to care for them. As a Vet doctor and from her privileged position as wife of the president of a state chapter of the Vet doctors’ association, Dr. Alao should know.

    To make matters worse, Dr. Alao also discloses that she has met several dog-keeping Nigerians, most of whom are educated, who always counter that they cannot spend a whopping N3,000 on vaccinating a dog, rationalising rather foolishly that “How much do we ourselves spend on Paracetamol?”

    But the Vet doctor says the danger of an unvaccinated dog is lethal and the danger of the rabies virus cannot be compared with the meagre N3,000 required to vaccinate a dog and keep it safe. “There is a very big danger in an unvaccinated dog bite. You can be infected with rabies and the implication is death, because it’s a viral infection. The only thing that can stop it is a timely intervention.”

    Worse still, she says the most vulnerable demography to deaths from rabies are children, because when they are bitten by dogs, “they hardly ever tell their parents when they get bitten by dogs” because of fear of being scolded. In the process, they also lose that vital moment, when their parents could have taken them out for that vital intervention treatment.

    According to Global Alliance for Rabies Control (GARC), a global body founded in the USA and largely behind the instituting of September 28 as World Rabies Day since 2007, and whose vision is a world free of human rabies, over 55,000 people die every year of rabies, 99% of them from the world’s poorest communities, where the people care least for vaccination or where the economic deprivation is so harsh that such exigencies can only rank at the lowest rung on their scale of preference.

    In Nigeria, even though the dangers of rabies resulting from dog bites (canine rabies) is well known, with virtually all the major tribes having well-known local names for it such as: digbolugi in Yoruba,  ciwon kare, (Hausa), ginnaji, (Fulani), ebua idat (Efik) and arankita (Igbo), control measures are still grossly underdeveloped, leading to its increasing spread and avoidable deaths.

    GARC is, however, of the opinion that a little, deliberate effort the world over, by governments and individuals through awareness, empowerment, access to accurate knowledge about the disease, an understanding that teasing or provoking animals like dogs can be dangerous and (most importantly) timely access to adequate treatment in the event of exposure to the virus could go a long way in successfully ridding our world of this preventable disease.

    Lion Dogs: From biting to eating

    The big question many in Nigeria have been asking, however, is: What could make a dog ‘progress’ from mere biting to eating a human being alive?

    According to Adeshina Samuel, a dog lover who has been keeping dogs for years and who says he diligently vaccinates and takes care of his dogs, “It could only have been hunger, as the natural dog reaction, even when you provoke it, is to growl, bark at you and bite. If you are fast enough to avoid the teeth, you get some vicious scratches, but not for it to now settle down to have you for lunch like we read in the case of poor Omonigho. So, for me, the owner must have been starving them. Except, of course, if the dogs have gone mad.”

    Alao, however, posits that first and foremost, it is likely that the dog (Jacky) had never seen the boys in that flat and was therefore not familiar with them. Secondly, she says it is absolutely unwise to suddenly bring a fully mature dog that does not know anybody around into the house.

    “I understand that the dog was recently brought into the house fully matured. This is another lesson that I always pass to my clients. Why bring a fully mature dog into the house? It’s just like when you go and buy a fairly used car. The truth is if the car was serving its owner well, he wouldn’t have had any reason to sell it. If you trace the history of that dog to where it was coming from, it is likely that it had become a nuisance in the neighbourhood. It is also possible that it was no longer respecting its owner and by the time a dog attacks its owner, that means it has become extremely dangerous.”

    To kill or not to kill?

    Curiously, the police allegedly called the complainant and father of the victim, asking what to do with the dogs, and threatening to return them to the owner if he did not give them any reply. Should this happen, the dogs will be returned to the same house where they’d wrecked so much havoc; something many consider unthinkable.

    A large section of public opinion is of the view that the police should do away with them, since they have tasted blood and are very likely to want to travel the same route if let loose again. Alao also thinks the best option is to put the dogs to sleep. She recalls that they were told back in Vet school that “once a dog kills a human being, it must sleep that day.”

  • Rumble in the new media

    Rumble in the new media

    Gboyega Alaka reviews events of last week that saw popular blogsite, lindaikeji.blogspot.com, taken out momentarily by Google and later reinstalled, in an alleged plagiarism petition.

    IN less than 48 hours, popular blogger, Linda Ikeji, went through hell and back last week, when her blogsite, lindaikeji.blogspot.com, was yanked off by Google and later reinstalled. The action followed a petition written to Google by a fellow Nigerian blogger and erstwhile online friend of Linda’s, AyeDee, alleging that she had been using stolen articles and pictures, without due credit or authorisation. Consequently, lindaikeji.mobi, which used to be ranked number one, also allegedly dropped to number 3,823 in the alexa ranking of online portals in Nigeria, raising fears of the demise of what has become a phenomenon in the online media revolution.

    Expectedly, a number of traditional media journalists have been commending AyeDee’s bold action, saying it will slow down the spate of unabashed plagiarism that has become the order of the day amongst new media practitioners in the country, and which has further impoverished the core media practitioners and journalists.

    One of them, Lolade Sowoolu, who currently works as a client service executive at Audio Visual First, wrote in an article, ‘Between Linda and the Journalism Profession,’ that “I have toyed with and discussed with some colleagues on the need for instituting a class action lawsuit against these opportunists who rob original work owners of the only lasting gratification a journalist has  relevance, in the face of his staggered and inconsistent pay-cheques.”

    In her opinion, “It is characteristically fraudulent and institutionally stifling for you to aggregate content without permission or mention. Simply put, you kill a journalist and her medium every time you publish her without credit.”

    She was, therefore, delighted when news broke out “that a Nigerian via Google had orchestrated the removal of plagiarised posts on Linda ikeji’s blog. Not for any personal score, she wrote, but for the “effect of the move on my victimised profession  journalism.”

    In a major twist that seemed to have, however, dowsed the motive of this’ laudable’ action, Ikeji has ‘fought back’ to say that the petition wasn’t so much about upholding the nobility of the profession, but about a certain love gone sour. She alleged in an article and chat, which she made public, that the personality behind the petition was indeed an old online friend, whom she used to know back in 2009/2010 simply as Alex, and who used to run the blogsite, 1976AD. She alleged that the action therefore wasn’t so much about her plagiarism for this gentleman who once encouraged her and even gave her ‘the woman of the year award,’ but more out of a feeling of abandonment. “It wasn’t because I showed off my new SUV. It wasn’t about plagiarism, or copyright infringement. It was something deeper, very personal and maybe even more dangerous. Some would call it obsession. …it was about a scorned former friend. It was about love turning to hate because he felt I’d abandoned him after I became big,” Ikeji wrote on her site.

    Events happened quickly earlier last week, when Ikeji, who has over the last few years made millions of naira in fortune from her gossip and entertainment site, posted a picture of her latest expensive automobile on social media. Observers are of the opinion that this must have drawn the anger of hapless journalists, who naturally wondered why she wouldn’t pay for the stories and pictures she uses on her site, when evidences point to the fact that she could jolly well pay for them.

    Linda also denied any knowledge of deliberate plagiarism, saying that her understanding of “plagiarism is when you take someone’s work and republish it verbatim.” She admitted though that she has used photos without giving credit in the past and that it “will never happen.”