TURNED or CRAZY?? - Fashion Trends

   It is a fact that jeans are classic and can never go out of style. But it takes a finely bold fashionista to rock a pair of ripped jeans properly and still manage to pull off that chic look. Now once you can achieve that successfully and without cogs,you are the definition of a fashion guru.
Ripped jeans,popularly known by Nigerians as crazy jeans and distressed jeans by the whites,are the rave of the moment especially the stone wash off white.
Now,let's see how people rock crazy jeans in Nigeria and outside Nigeria.
Chill oh,before I show you the pics sef,let me give a fashion rule for distressed jeans.
On no occasion should YOU rock a ripped jean without knowing the right top,accessory(if needed) or shoes to pull it off! You surely don't wanna look like a cast off or mad person when you come out from a corner of the street.
It is a great pity that many of us commit fashion blunders all in the name of leaving jaws hanging,we go all the way to make a difference and become MAD trying to prove a point..*yimu*..(I piri una cos if na to say operation burst still dey,u no go fit to wear ripped jeans like say na kim k you be.)

  

   Do you know there are modest ways to rock the distressed jeans and still look effortlessly chic and decent(if that particular word "decent" comes to play in situations of the crazy jeans invasion.)*shrugs*

   However before we see pictures,let me tell you a short story of how I once felt about this trend as a kid.
I remember growing up in Ibadan city where fashion at a time was nothing to write home about. Fashion was dead and Ib gals could never pull of the definition of hot and sexy. Well,I got to lagos during a break in preparatory school and saw big aunts looking cute and hot in every clothe they rocked. Well,I immediately decided to dress like them when I became old enough to buy my own things.
   One day I was outside the gate when I saw a beautiful lady with gorgeous hair passing by in a torn jean. I was so shocked that I didn't even notice when a tear slipped down my cheek. My aunt came out a that moment and asked why I was crying and I pointed in the direction of the young lady and said she was mad. My aunt's laughter surprised me and I asked why she was mocking the lady. She said to me "Trisha,she is not mad o,that is crazy jeans now. It's the trend now!"...LOBATAN! I kukuma no talk anything again,na so I shut up oh but then I promised never to try such jeans on. Well,the trend passed only for it to resurface now that I am older and guess what? I AM LOVING IT!!!

   Now let's really come back to the present. The way some of us rock these jeans is nothing short of spectacular. And I trust my Naija babes,dem no dey carry last for these kain tin oh! deir own don pass craze,abeg borrow me name for mad? Why not just rock it and make us love it?why rock it and make me wanna puke? I guess it's time to see some pictures then.

Now that we have been disgusted to an extent by those pictures,let us check out girls who still managed to pull this off with their combo*winks*..Yuovnne Nelson is bae by the way,check her out.

Now coming down to our Nigerian Universities,check out the babes who rocked their ripped jeans in a way that made me say "ah,thank God,so some girls still get litle sense for this our country"..10minute prayer to bless this girls for introducing simplicty into fashion and looking chic at the same time.

Coming down to our celebrities,check out these actresses doing it their own way.

And finally,Genny stunned me again by wearing this! I mean you don't always get to see a ripped skirt on ladies bu she definitely nailed this! Go gurl!

Now that we have seen crazy,let us all turn up and get cuffed!!!!

The cuffed jeans trend has a lot to do with our pop culture and our guilty pleasure for celebs spotted by the paparazzi on the street. How do they look on daily basis?What are they wearing? Usually it is super relaxed styles,casual,boho-chic,quite messy looks with the cuffed jeans being ubiquitous when it comes to their off-duty style.
And trust me as Nigerians,we looked,saw,loved and emulated! No time to waste time abeg.
Now if you still havn't gotten the gist about what the cuffed jeans is,na the turn up trouser wey we dey always see on our toothpick legs daily oh. Trend alert or not,that shii is dope!(*oops*,did I just say that?)
Then came the bloggers and before we knew it,every fashionista,stylist.editor and fashion passionate individuals started rocking it,why???
It is cool,incredibly cute and french vibed!
Any jean style can be cuffed in as many rolls or folds as you wish. It goes with any shoes,any outfit,any occasion,any age,sex also. It is totally fantastic BUT to wear cuffed jeans,you have to rock it well. So choose a nice top,some fitted, something free also,just make it lovely!

Chill,you ever thought of rocking oversized jeans?try it out.

Cuffed BF jeans or super large styles cane be done in half,1,2 or 3 folds. Thick messy folds look great with oversized jeans as they give more definition to your legs an silhouette and the exposed ankle is a very cheeky but well place detail for showing off inches of your frame. It adds that bohemian and careless vibe to an outfit and it looks amazing with heels.
Let's check out some of our Nigerian students rocking the trend.

The caucasians are however not lagging behind in this trend..

Even the mongoloids  

However let us remember one thing. The beauty of fashion is that wrong does not exist. So come out with your craze la diva et belle! Let's rock this world turned and crazy!!! 
                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                      @Alexis_Okin

ONE, TWO, STRIKE!

   It sure isn’t great when you’re supposed to be a serious student and you start missing classes. Your serious classmates start to look at you with that eye that says, ‘Dude, what on earth is wrong with you? Do you want to fail?’ Yeah, right. As if. Lecturers are disappointed and other students just jubilate, ‘At least they’re not going to be the only unserious ones.’ Witches. But these don’t stop you… at least they didn’t stop me when I decided to miss a whole day of classes. Ah ah! Man has to rest nah. So, it was not surprising when I got to school later that day, after missing the day’s classes and I got the above reactions.

   What was surprising was that I was told we wouldn’t have classes the next day… or the day after that, or the day after the day after that (catch my drift?). What? I just stayed home for one day and I was bored to death, what would I do with so much time on my hands? I then asked for the reason and I was told somebody told somebody that a lecturer said he wasn’t sure though but he thinks that NASU is going on strike. Why did this have to happen? Couldn’t they wait until I was done with the university? Hia!

   In Nigerian universities, most students come in with the knowledge that they would spend more than the normal time they are supposed to spend in the university because they’re assured that somebody will go on strike. I took government in secondary school and I was told that strike action is almost the last resort that any worker would take.

   Although, I stand to be corrected, it looks like for every Nigerian, especially those in the universities; strike actions are the first port of call. You don’t get paid for months, you go on strike, you don’t get some of your dues, you go on strike, if anything happens, you go on strike. While I am not saying that this is not the right of the individual, the fact remains that everything we do has a ripple effect on other people. Doctors go on strike, people die like fishes. ASUU goes on strike; students come back to school as fathers and mothers. Students Union goes on strike, students get idle. NASU goes on strike, people might die of boredom. Lol. On a more serious note though, NASU goes on strike and the school calendar becomes disoriented. Many people have other plans. Some people have to work to get themselves through school; many have jobs lined up to coincide the finish of examinations. Many things happen… many things as a result of strike actions taken. Afterwards, we have to ask ourselves, ‘Is it worth it?’

   The fact that the government has grown a hard shell to strike actions in Nigeria is cause for concern. It’s like they think, ‘You want to go on strike? Bye bye. No one cares anyway.’ It is disturbing how they let the recent ASUU strike go on for 6 whole months, it’s like they don’t have our interest in mind. It is evident that going on strike actions does not help matters or it does not help matters fast. Any way we put it, one thing we know is that something needs to change and change fast.


   Oh and I heard SSANU might go on strike on Monday, 6th July, so you’d better start considering what trade you’ll learn.

                                                                                                                                 NUT

University Of IBADAN Students Union: A Greek Gift?

   In the last few days,there have been speculations as to if the backbone and pillar of the students' body of the premier university is about to be cancelled again just like it was in the year 2001. The students union which was cancelled as a result of the said or acclaimed unrest caused by students using the union as a front was later resuscitated in the year 2011,with Comrade Tokunbo Salako taking up the reins of power. These speculations are as a result of the dubious actions and interference of the management in the decisions made concerning the 2014/2015 electoral process that should have been held in the school community.

   The election which should not be later than 30days after resumption in March,a new session, and should have been held in May was first postponed to the 4th of June for executives of the union and the 11th of June for the Students Representative Council(SCR). This was done on the basis of having an election that would be credible enough and free of manipulation and rigging of any kind.
According to a faction of students representing the student body(not the SU executives in this case),the decision was made and agreed to by the student leaders,the SRC and the Vice Chancellor of the premier,Professor I.F Adewole,that votes should be counted at each hall of residence and a date was agreed upon,the 4th of July.
However few days after this agreement was reached,It was suspected that the electoral committee was showing its unwillingness and was acting on its own without carrying the SRC along in the decisions it took. Further investigation later showed that the committee was not acting alone but was acting on the instruction of the VC as it was realized that the VC only agreed to the demands of the student body to prevent an uprising but had other plans in mind.

   A meeting between the dean of student affairs,Professor A.A Alada and the speaker of the SRC,Hon. Ifeoluwa Egunjobi finally led to the revelation of the reason behind the delay in the election's budget approval as the dean of students told Madam speaker that the school was lacking the financial resources to fund the election. He said for the electoral process to take place,more money would be needed,more manpower would be needed which means more money to be paid to the officials that would be conducting the electoral process.
This excuse was of course not accepted by the students as it didn't sit down well with them or the aspirants when it was announced on the 30th of June that the election had been shifted to the 25th of September,2015.
The gloomy look on the faces of the aspirants and the heavy heart which they carried about spoke volumes about the disappointment they had towards the SU leaders who couldn't do anything to protect the union.

   Not long after this news circulated around the halls and faculties,a lot of students started throwing blames at the SU President,in person of Comrade Oluwafemi Odesola A.K.A Huntersola and his cabinet. They were accused of being too soft and weak and were called names such as VC's sons,traitors to the cause the union represent,even weaklings.
The students' anger flared at the rumours of a proposed increase in tuition fee and hostel fee from the least price of 16,400naira and 14,000naira to 65,000naira and 35,000naira respectively. This has however given the students the idea that the school management's attempt to stall the election is actually a means of totally eradicating the pillar of students called the student union because without a union,this proposed exploitation plan would scale through as their would be no one,no body to act in the interest of the students.

   One would ask,"if they reinstated the SU even after it was stopped,then they have the right to stop it once again if they want to."
But let me ask,is the student union their right or ours?should we beg for a union?should we grovel at their feet to have an advocate?
Other questions have risen however,questions like?
"Is another long term strike looming?"

"Is this a scheme by the management to send our union to an early grave?"

"Is this going to be the end of student unionism in the premier?"

"Are our students leaders so weak and scared of SDC and an extra year that they would rather sit back and watch things go wrong?"

"Why vie for a post,promise heaven and earth only to betray your fellow students just because you can't stand up to the management?"

"Is the VC who was once a strong activist in the 80s trying to scrap what he once believed in and strongly stood by?

Why give is a student union,only to collect it back at your own convenience?

   Following the past administration of several union leaders,rumours have risen about the school management planting spies in the student union,backing them up during elections,making them take up the highest positions and scare away other aspirants especially ones with the potential to lead,ones that can't be cajoled or manipulated with threats of various kinds,expulsion being their greatest weapon or threat. This act of manipulation and a ridicule of or management has made me believe the saying that warns us to beware of Greek bearing gifts.

   We were given a union and even though we fought for it's resuscitation,this union was still handed down to us as a gift,one they think we should eternally be grateful for. Of course there is no Greek gift without a recompense. We received it and our eagerness and thirst for an advocate,for a representative has not only given us smiles,the tears are also threatening and division is around the corner. Should this be allowed?
I can't help but wonder if this was a plan,a trick or stratagem,one that was strategized all along to make us feel secure,protected and rooted firmly only to strike at us at an unsuspecting hour,in our comfort zone?
Why bring a battle to us without warning first or perhaps you did give us warnings but we were too blind to notice the telltale signs.

   Finally I ask,are we going to sit back,flee from every appearance of SDC letter,go through the same trouble our fellow comrades in Great Ife went through to curb the excesses of the cock striding with pride over their heads and finally have a strike,stay home for a year,perhaps two before we finally realize the need for our union?
The Trojan gift is here already,it is our union. Do we send the gift back to the Greek so it causes us no harm?Perhaps we let it cause our separation and fall out and thereafter destroy us or do we subdue our own union,unify and stand our ground?Is it too late?
One thing is for sure,I am not backing down because then,I will be letting down the hope Kunle Adepeju and his fellow comrades had for the future of our union.
So I ask you,would you let the struggle of Tokunbo Salako,Kayode Bello and the likes of them go down the drain or would you rather unite and fight for what you believe in? To say we once had a union is wrong,this is the time to show the world what a union really is.
Indeed we have a union!

   Aluta continua,Victoria ascerta.

When Love Goes Sour

  I met him four years ago. He was handsome and tall and spoke English like an Englishman. He played the piano and someone had introduced him to me as a pianist because I sang. (Now that I think about it, maybe we would have made the perfect couple, like my parents)
  We seemed to hit it off right from day one, talking about everything and nothing and laughed late into the night. We read together, went to class together, went to church together, and choir rehearsals and every other place there was to go to together. We shared everything (well almost everything), our dreams and fears and goals and failures. We had a whole life ahead of us. I love words: poetry, small notes, letters, any form they came and he knew how to give me these little surprises that warmed my heart and I'd stay up late some nights, reading them and giggling like an idiot.
  He was responsible, strong, disciplined, funny, intelligent, handsome, and he had a relationship with God. I loved him. I was willing to go to any length for him, willing to stay with him when it was hard to get up from bed to face the troubles of day, willing to stick with him even when I knew he didn't even have enough for himself, talk less sharing with me. You can say that if I had a second chance at life and I had to pick who I wanted to be with, I would pick him over and over and over again. Not that he didn't have terrible flaws, but something in me just seemed to overlook them. Note that those flaws were his undoing because I'm a kick-ass lady *winks*
  So three years down the line and three years of his persistence and I finally said yes. I thought it had be electric and it will send butterflies running round my tummy but it didn't. It was quiet. He was strangely and unusually quiet. It was a quiet walk home and I assumed (wrong move that was: you must never assume for a guy). So I assumed that he probably was so happy that finally we get to be together and didn't want me to see how stupid he'd look if he actually grinned and expressed himself. Boy was I wrong!
  A lot of times we tend to look at the faults of the other person and analyze what they did wrong and what they did that hurt you and then we capitalize on it. But the truth is that sometimes, we might have had our own part to play in coming apart. I understand that at that point in time, we are blinded by our hurt and anger and frustration that all we see faults.
When he broke up with me, I felt like my world just came crashing down. It was worse than the feeling you get when a door gets slammed in your face. I wanted to cry but I just didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. I took a bus back to my place and while walking, my heart started to beat faster and I started to hyperventilate as I began replaying all the scenes in my head. The break up scene, the words he said to me, the insults he doused on me, the poems I sent to him while trying to make things works and his thoughtless nasty reaction to it. I felt like the biggest fool of the century. I tried to pull myself together. I remember getting to my room, changing into more casual clothes and dashing off to my mentor's room. I got there and broke down in tears. She seemed surprised to see me cry and she knew it was over. At that point nothing she seemed to say made me feel better. She talked about me finding a better man and how God worked like this sometimes and how God was prepping me for something even more beautiful.
  All I could think about was nothing but the pain I was feeling. I felt empty. I felt like the oxygen in the air wasn't enough to breathe anymore. I thought about all my compromises and mistakes, all my principles that I threw in the trash can to make him happy and I realized how stupid I was for spending the last cash I had on me buying him a present on Valentine's Day only for him to confess to me later that he bought the scanty chocolate bars and flimsy card he got for me out of duty! I stooped low and made a fool of myself and I cried every other night after that. I had sleepless nights and long days and bouts of headaches and fever, even heart contractions sometimes. Sometimes I groaned out of my sleep and stayed awake through the night. Gradually as the slow days passed by, I started to smile again and they were sincere, I didn't have to fake a laugh and I could even chuckle.
  I honestly cannot tell you that there was one thing I did in particular that changed everything for me. I'll say it was a series of actions born out of a decision to stop hurting and whining and crying and move on with my life. I didn't know how that was going to happen but I knew, well at least a part of me wanted to leave that chapter. I'm grateful to heartbreak songs like Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri and Man who can't be Moved by The Script. I'™m also grateful to my cute bear, Sebastian (yes I know it's a goofy name) for soaking in all those tears.
  God told me on one of those days when I went off into the quiet to talk to him, to make a list of ten things I loved about myself. I thought hard for a while then I started to write and got stuck on number 5. Then I knew I had to work on my esteem there. It may seem all calculated but it wasn't as easy then as I speak now. So I started to take some steps to really move on. I was tired of hoping that he'll come back. So I understand when someone says the best way to not get hurt is to never expect anything.
  I took to journaling. I poured out my thoughts, my frustration, my anger, my pain and when I ran out of words because words were never enough, I would sit there and cry and draw little doodles and smileys or just scribble jargons on my journal.
Then my friend gave me a book Called a Break-Up because it's Broken by Greg Behrendt. The title alone made me cry. I never imagined that there will be an end to us but here it was staring me in the face. So I stared at the book for a while. It wasn't a christian book nevertheless, as I flipped through the pages of the book, I knew my healing process had begun. I poured over the book all day. I had sticky notes glued to the wall right above my head rest on my bed. There were different ones. One told me ten things to do in place of calling my ex, one told me my bestfriend was me and there's nobody who could make me feel better other than myself, there was another to remind me how amazing I was regardless of what I did or didn't do in the relationship. There was another that said to me;
your life is not a yard sale. It's time to get rid of all the broken stuff that you've been lugging around for days, months, and maybe even years, and make the bold decision to start looking for stuff that works.
  There are no hard and fast rules to recovering from one. I won't take you down the spiral of hurt feelings and of crushed hopes and hearts because that will only make you cry again and hate him or hate yourself for letting it happen. You might have even stalked him for a while, hacking into his e-mail account or asking your mutual friends about what's new in his life or going to his favorite restaurant or hanging out in places where you know you're sure to see him. That would only hurt you even more especially when you find out that it seems he has moved on. (girl, you know those things that we do.)
  I cannot carefully craft out a healing pattern or process as it were, if I did maybe I would have tagged it getting past the heartbreak​. But I'll say this: moving away from this stage of your life is born out of a decision; the decision to be happy, the decision to refuse to let anyone and anything put you down; the decision to love again and love hard because without love, life tastes bland and success is empty.
  So change into a cute red dress, dab on some powder (I'm so grateful to concealer too, that make-up tool works wonders), put on rouge or orange lipstick and take yourself out on a nice dinner. Treat yourself to all the comfort you can afford,and don't for a split second give room to hurt or pain or thoughts that might make you cry and I promise that with every step you take at being happy, you'll find yourself going farther and farther away from everything that has held you down and you'll embrace the beauty of being single and of course love when it comes along your way again BECAUSE IT WILL. 
    
                                                                                                                  Angela Adebiyi.

AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH AGBOLUAJE IDRIS,CO-CEO OF ACE STITCHES.

   Good day awesome readers and welcome to another interview on TheFACET. My name is SULIAT and today’s interview is one we had with AGBOLUAJE IDRIS, co-ceo of ACE stitches. Idris is a finalist of the department of Biochemistry of the University of Ibadan. Sit back and enjoy the interview, do not in case press your red button….muchas gracias..*winks*.

FACET: Hello gentleman, can we meet you?

IDRIS:  My name is Agboluaje Idris.  A student of the University of Ibadan from the department of Biochemistry. The co-ceo of Ace stitches. I am from a family of five. I hail from Ibadan, Oyo state.

FACET: Ace stitches happened to be one of the trending fashion line trending in UI, who and what  would you attribute that to?

IDRIS: God’s favor and good work

FACET: How did you come about the name’ ACE STITCHES’?

IDRIS: As you know ‘ace’ means being very good at what you do. My partner and I, Akinola Ayetigbo decided to use the first letters of our names because most of our names start with the letter’ A’.

FACET: What makes your brand so different from other brands in UI and other schools around? Because every other fashioners talk about how different their brands are ,so what do you think makes yours different?

IDRIS: I think the basic thing is our designs because they are not the regular designs that you see and we dedicate most of our time to ensuring that we provide quality products. So, I think that’s just it.

FACET: Apart from a fashioner ,what other things do you engage yourself in?

IDRIS: I engage in a lot of things and aside from academics, I was the general secretary of my hall, Mellanby hall. I am presently the vice president of Junior Chambers International, JCI, UI chapter. My partner , who happens to be the president of the department of Physiology is also the chairman of the University Electoral Screening Committee. We are also involved in more like an umbrella company. We are basically involved in a lot of things.

FACET: How do you combine your studies with the things you do? Creations inclusive.

IDRIS:  As you know that biochemistry is a very time consuming course, but I think it has been God all the way but I think the main thing is you prioritizing your time and knowing what you have to do at a particular time.

FACET: You are a member of JCI, how does that feel?

IDRIS: It feels good.

FACET: Can you tell us what JCI is all about and how has it influenced you?

IDRIS: JCI is an acronym for Junior Chamber International. It is a worldwide federation of young citizens between the ages of 18 and 40. It is present in over 100 countries of the world and it is going to be 100 years this year so we are having our anniversary this year. There are so many opportunities in JCI ,talk about the individual opportunities, the business opportunities,  community opportunities. It is more about the rendering of services to the society and one way or the other all these have influenced my lifestyle.JCI helps business too by connecting you to a lot of people.

FACET: Does the name JCI go beyond the walls of the Premier University? Do they have it in other schools?

IDRIS: Yes definitely, they have it in UNILAG, OAU ,FUNAAB, YABAtech, IbadanPoly, Leadcity university and many more which I can’t really mention now.

FACET: Let’s go deeply*laughs*. You are quite a handsome fellow, how do you control the female population? I mean female fans club.

IDRIS: I think I’m embarrassed right now.*laughs* I basically don’t do anything. I think it is not so good to send those girls away because I think having them also helps your business ,you should just know how to handle the whole fun and business relationships. You have to know where to draw the line.

FACET: Hmmmm…..does ‘madam’ get so angry when she notices other girls giving you attention?

IDRIS: No, she knows the kind of person I am.

FACET: So in few lines, what kind of person will you say you are?

IDRIS: Errrrhhm..I’m just a regular guy who goes about my business. I stick to time a lot and I’m an honest person and I think that is a good thing.

FACET: Are you concerned about the rate of unemployment in the country and how does it affect your orientation about getting a job immediately you are out of school?

IDRIS: Ofcourse, I’m very concerned about unemployment because there are no jobs out there. I had my industrial training at CWAY foods and beverages and my supervisor is a graduate of Biochemistry, OAU, so he made me understand that there are no jobs around and you need a good connection to get a good job in Nigeria. So from my own point of view, I think since there are no jobs out there, everybody should try and get their hands on deck, doing something for themselves.

FACET: Most students decide not to work with their certificates but rather decide to pursue entrepreneurship. Do you think we do not take education seriously anymore or we just happen to give up on any hope of getting a job when we are out of school?

IDRIS: Both. It depends on where you find yourself because I think the people that do not take education seriously are those that find themselves where they do not want to be. For example, those that are science oriented but find themselves in other fields are usually affected. Likewise the ones that are serious minded but do not have the right motivation to keep them going.

FACET: Do you plan to work with your certificate as a biochemist or you would rather just stick to being a fashioner?

IDRIS: I plan to do both. I plan to become a forensic biochemist and also run my business along with that.

FACET: Now that you have mentioned forensic biochemistry, can you tell us a little bit about forensic biochemistry?

IDRIS: Forensic biochemistry is a part that deals with analysis. Analysis of hair, DNA,fingerprints and so on.

FACET: Do you think being a biochemist pays in Nigeria? Why?

IDRIS: It doesn’t. Because biochemistry is basically a research field and Nigeria does not provide the right atmosphere for research to go on very well.

FACET: We have come to realize that many undergraduates tend to take to social vices like stealing, armed robbery ,fraud, rituals and so on, what do you suggest should be done to curb these and save the lives of youths on this journey of ruins?

IDRIS: What pushes people to go into such things is unemployment. If the Government could provide good amenities that could discourage these people from such vices, I think that would be good.

FACET: If you aint a fashioner or a biochemist, what would you be?

IDRIS: I would probably be a footballer because I am pretty much a good soccer player and I could also be a consultant too.

FACET: As a big boy, how did it feel learning to sew?

IDRIS: It wasn’t difficult for me, because my mum sews so I learnt one or two things while growing up. But I went fully into it during the last ASUU strike. It is not really a big deal to me.

FACET: What is your advice to the youths of today, most especially the undergraduates?

IDRIS: Errrrhhm..I think my advice will be for you to know what you want, do everything you can to achieve your goals.

FACET: Ohhhh...I think that would be all, thank you so very much for being an audience. What can you tell our readers about THEFACET blog.

IDRIS:*Laughs* What can I say..hmmmmm…ok… for the best intercampus entertainment, entreprenueral gists and the best articles, make sure you visit THEFACET blog.

FACET: Looooooooooooooooool…thank you so much Idris, we love you and to our readers, we love you too!!! Join us here next time, but till then, ANTICIPATE! BLESS*

Quick Campus Gist from FUT, MINNA.

Campus Gist

--The VC of futminna has sworn to expel any student that is caught without his/her ID card hung around their neck

Also campus series "Strike and Dash" is still on get latest episodes on 47vibes.com

Entertainment Gist

Pub county Entertainment Abuja presents Jalabia FIESTA first ever jalabia Costume party...coming up on d 19th of dis month

Mean Barbiez Crib Entertainment presents WET'N'WILD CRAZY BUM SHORT PARTY


FDWilliamsClothings have got d latest Updates for you follow on iG @FDWilliamsClothings + 20% discount for anything you shop.

Also Awards are coming up....


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                                                                                                                     Klein Abdulmalik.

XENOPHOBIA !!!!

XENOPHOBIA: South Africa Forgets So Soon

We cannot bring ourselves to believe it possible that a foreigner should in any respect be wiser than ourselves.

Anthony Trollope (1815 - 1882)

Xenophobia is not a new occurrence in the world; it cannot be since it already existed long before the South African xenophobic crisis. Nations like Germany have constantly exhibited both traits and acts of xenophobia. World War II is a classic example of that. The hateful act of treating Jews like dirt is not only racist but xenophobic. It may be surprising to note that even the nation flowing with milk and honey; our beloved Nigeria, exhibited South African behavioural traits of, although not fully blown, with all the Ghanaians sent packing during the Ghana must go era.

However, for thousands of Africans, if not millions, the word xenophobia started to exist when some unruly South Africans decided to take hatred a step further by killing other Africans, destroying their properties and leaving thousands running around like headless chickens in fear of losing their lives. One then wonders if, peradventure, these Africans who live in the southern most part of the black continent have forgotten their origin.

Is it not a fact that one should not bite the hands that fed them? When they were being brutally murdered and subjected to gross debasement by cruel ‘pink’ hands, who considered them as brothers and offered them assistance? Who spent large sums of money trying and succeeding to free them from their slave drivers? How they have the effrontery to even lay a hand on those whom they should be eternally grateful to is both baffling and disturbing. Was so much time and money spent fighting for children who do not recognize their mother? Is this what Nelson Mandela fought for?

They accuse Nigerians of defrauding them and taking their jobs, leaving them unemployed and hungry. Who does not know that unemployment is a major problem of the African continent? Who does not know that people who know their onions cannot be idle for long, come what may? Could it be that these ‘brothers’ of ours are not as intellectual as Mandela and the rest of Africa had thought? Definitely, intellectuals would not deal to others the same cruel hand they were dealt.

Nevertheless, it could be said that Nigeria actually had it coming. In gratitude to Nigeria, South Africa allowed Nigerian professionals to come and work in their country from as far back as 1994. While it is not being that South Africa has any justification for their brutal acts, the fact is that Nigerians are guilty of many of the acts they are accused of. Defrauding and drug trafficking are things that Nigerians are known for even here in the country. But then, this is no justification for South Africa’s exhibition of cowardice by blaming other Africans for their economic woes and failures. Able bodied men should find something lucrative to do instead of expending their energy to chase, maim and kill innocent people.

South Africans have no justification for their inhumane acts. Brothers do not kill brothers, rather they stand with each other to the end. They help each other up when in trouble. Nigeria and other African countries do not deserve to be sacrificed on the altar of some people’s ignorance and cluelessness. The only Giant of Africa refuses to be treated unfairly by South Africa.

-NUT

ABUSE

The voices came from upstairs. It was one of those fights again and Papa always had the upper hand, the only hand. He would put her down; sit on her belly and rain blows on her soft frame. Sometimes, he would pull her hair along with her whole body down the stairs, his eyes red with fury the whole time as though two of the most deadly demons from the realm of the dead were dancing atilogwu within and mama would stagger along like one possessed by the spirits. She tried wearily to block the heavy handed slaps to no avail. They hit her in quick succession so that she could do nothing but whimper and moan.

After the hits were over, she would lie down there for what seemed like eternity, the whole house silent and hollow. Then Mama would pick herself up with all the strength she could muster, occasionally, she would lean on the wall for support till she got to the kitchen, lock the door, then the loud throaty sobs would release themselves into the kitchen bowls, pots, spoons, knives and what have you. When she came out of the kitchen, she came out with face disfigured and her heart broken, carrying a tray of delicious food that mocked the smell of death lurking around the house and the sizzling aroma from the food would send Papa scurrying downstairs like a cat who could sense the smell of fish around the corner.

We would all seat and eat in silence. Mama said little. She was a strong woman, an expert at bottling up her emotions. She never told anyone about her pain or sufferings. To her, one should never tell strangers about family secrets. After we had finished eating, she would kneel down beside his chair at the head of the table and say, “Dim oma, I am only a child, forgive me”. He would nod at her, pleased.

The bastard. I hated him. Words cannot express the rage that surged within me whenever my eyes met his. I pitied Mama on the other hand. I tried to be there for her all the time, running errands and doing anything to make her smile. Whenever I saw her black eye or a deep wound on her neck or hands, I swore NEVER to raise a finger against my wife in the future. I would NOT hurt her.

I was really close to Mama, but we never talked about it. I guess it was too painful a topic to discuss and we could not find the words to express our thoughts. I wanted to comfort her, shield her from the monster that was my father and the opportunity presented itself one day.

That fateful day, mama was helping me with my homework and I guess doing that gave her so much joy she had forgotten the pot of bitter leaf soup cooking in the kitchen.

“Woman”, Papa yelled from behind us, “You have planned with your association of witches to burn down my house, but you will not succeed.”

Mama shuddered. She tried to run into the kitchen in order to turn off the cooking stove, but Papa dragged her from behind, so that she fell on the chair that we had been sitting on and he started to hit her, sowing fist after fist of pain all over the molded soil that was Mama’s fragile frame.  I stood there with muscles twitching in anger, mind roving like a madman, chest heaving like the ebb and tide of the ocean, eyes burning with tears.

Mama, the only sane person in the house, called out to me, asking me to put off the stove. I ran into the kitchen, my heart beating at its highest pace and by now clouds of smoke had filled the kitchen. The whole atmosphere was charged by the terrible smell of burning food, my loud coughing and Mama’s high pitched screaming as Papa continued to do abominable things to her. 

I wanted to put off the stove, but the smoke had slowly seeped into my mind making it a haze.  I couldn’t think. I just grabbed the kitchen knife and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of my father with a blood-stained knife.

Many years later, when I met Stella and fell in love with her, I treated her like a queen, gave her anything she wanted, practically worshipping the sand she walked on. I was too afraid to become like Papa, so I loved her fiercely, she loved me back and we got married.

Five years down the lane, she begins to spend more time in front of the mirror.  She applies so much make-up; tones and tones of foundation and concealer, a hundred layers of red on her lips, heavy dosages of mascara to hide the emptiness in her eyes, several shades of eye shadow to shadow the pain within and lines upon lines of eye liner in a poor attempt to line out the sorrow that flowed forcefully in her soul.

Every day, Stella wears a mask all in the name of make-up and I know it. She doesn’t feel beautiful or worthy anymore. My beautiful wife is now reduced to a shadow of her old self and every time I see her, I see the reflection of Papa that I have become. I hate the monster that I am now and although I want to protect her like I did Mama, I am too afraid to be left alone with the demons inside of me. I fear that they would destroy me, so instead of protecting her, I put her in a prison of rules. No calls from men, no friends are allowed to see her, family members are barred from visiting, I make sure she never dresses seductively or go to parties and I rant and rave at the slightest offence just to keep her in prison with me, bound together with the chains of low self esteem, guilt and fears of what people will say.

 Did I mention that I hate myself? I can’t say it enough times. I hate me and I think I deserve the same judgment I passed out on Papa several years ago, but Stella had a better idea; A drive to the psychologist’s. Of course she did not tell me about it, she tricked me with the help of Mama. Apparently, hurting people know how to connect in amazing ways and Mama was the best accomplice, an expert in these matters.

Well, I got help, I’m willing to take responsibility for my weaknesses and I’m determined to break this cycle of wife battering. I do not wish to bring a generation of women beaters into the world and this change starts with me.

An Exclusive Interview with Talabi Jesutomiwa,Co-Owner,Unilaggist.com

 In recent times,the news of one of the best Campus blog has rented the atmospere unilaggist.com was initiated by two young and vibrant guys and it is now known not only in Gidi but also in many parts of Nigeria. Their tee shirts and many other catchy sourvenirs are seen from time to time even on the social media. Without much ado,I present to you this exclusive interview with one of the founding partners of this great blog. Sit back and enjoy reading*winks*

Kitty: Hi cute,can we meet you?

Tomiwa: I am Talabi Jesutomiwa,a 300 level student of Unilag,Quantity Surveying.

Kitty: Great! And also the CEO of Unilag gist*winks*. I have heard so much about the unilaggist.com can you tell us briefly what it is about?

Tomiwa: CEO? Well I won't call myself the CEO because unilaggist.com isn't just Tomiwa,I have a partner,so you can just call me the Co-owner.
So about unilaggist.com,it is a blog site that gives educational information,entertainment news on campus events to Unilag students and sometimes the general public.

Kitty: Interesting. Since you are a big blogger,I'm sure you could give a little insight into what blogging is all about because believe me most adults,even teenagers still find it hard to understand what it is about.

Tomiwa: Big blogger ke? Abeg o!!! I'm still learning though but blogging is a great way to identify and connect with people,share your thoughts and opinion and also keep people up to date on your writing progress. It is also a great way to blow off some steam.

Kitty: Thank you for shedding more light on that Tomiwa. So tell me,what is your take on the recently conducted presidential election in the country?

Tomiwa: Well,we wanted change,change is now here. I just hope the change delivers well so Nigerians won't regret giving change a chance.

Kitty: You sound like you have something against APC,like you are in support of PDP.

Tomiwa: *cuts in* No,at all. I'm not a "politics fan",I just wanted the best man to win.

Kitty: And GEJ is your definition of the "best man"?

Tomiwa: No,I didn't say that.

Kitty: Tell me,what is your definition of success?

Tomiwa: To me,success is achieved when you excel at what you do.

Kitty: If given an opportunity to sell out unilaggist.com to a bigger organization for a large amount of money,would you sell out?

Tomiwa: *smiles* like how much?

Kitty: *laugh out loud*..err..2 million?

Tomiwa: No,no way.

Kitty: 5 million?

Tomiwa: Not even close. Someone willing to buy at that rate must have seen beyond just that,don't know if you get me?so why sell?

Kitty: Deep..Where do you see unilaggist.com in years from now?

Tomiwa: *smiles* Beyond the sky.

Kitty: Which means you plan to keep running this blog even after you leave school or even the shores of great Gidi?

Tomiwa: Yes obviously,but will probably just be supervising by then.

Kitty: Just how do you plan to achieve this since you would be out of school by then,probably serving or working,won't you have outgrown it?I mean the unavailability of time is a limiting factor you know?

Tomiwa: Yes and that is why I said I would be supervising by then.

Kitty: So coming down to you and your partner. Do you guys often clash over what should be done and ought not to?

Tomiwa: *laughs*..Yeeeeessss...a lot of times,he might want a particular design for the blog that I don't like,then I'm like "hey bro,this thing aint cool enough" and he is like "it's cool for me" and I'm like "ok fine".

Kitty: lol,that is to be expected but do you always agree with whatever he feels is okay or does he compromise also to let you have your way?

Tomiwa: Obviously,he might have his way today but not always. You get right?

Kitty: Yes,quite alright. What do you think about the xenophobic attack going on in SA?

Tomiwa: Pure evil! Who knows,it might be one of the signs of end time. It's not funny at all,why kill your fellow men?#Stop Xenophobia

Kitty: Yeah right,why kill you fellow men?such sinister acts shouldn't go unpunished. But do you know these evil perpetrators think they are right?they seem to think that foreigners are the cause of their misfortune by infringing on their rights and that they should be killed or hunted down if need be. If you are a South African wit this same believe,would you resort to killing to take what is yours?

Tomiwa: kill ke??? To kill chicken sef,I no fit,not to talk of a human being.

Kitty: loool,how then do you think this should be resolved if no by violence?

Tomiwa: I think their government should try having a peace meeting with them,provide jobs to ease their pain,alleviate their suffering and let them know the importance of loving their fellow Africans because South Africans also reside in other African countries.

Kitty: I think it would them much good to adhere to this advise. Tell me,what is your philosophy about life?

Tomiwa: Life is a coin. You can spend it any way you wish but you can only spend it once.

Kitty: Spend it once? So you go by the motto "YOLO" right?

Tomiwa: Obviously,you only live once...*laughs*

Kitty: Mmm,tell us about a crazy moment you have had in school?

Tomiwa: Crazy? Hmmm..there was this day I and my friends pranked some girls,the joke was really expensive that one of them cried and her mum got involved at the end of it all and by then,it wasn't funny anymore. I won't say what the prank was though..*lip sealed*

Kitty: lool,so akokites also do aro?I used to think OAUites and Uites are the Aro majors?

Tomiwa: *laughs*..Trust me,you don't want to try Shodeinde boys when it comes to that. It was a phone prank though.

Kitty: *laughs*..now this is interesting.. Shodeinde boys?I hope they are just as good as the Katangites and Zikites of UI and Awoites in OAU. So what is your advise to te struggling youths out there?

Tomiwa: We are all struggling but hardwork pays. Keep doing what you love doing,as long as it is good,you will succeed.

Kitty: A final word to TheFACET Blog readers?

Tomiwa: keep reading this awesome blog,I call it awesome because it is awesome. God bless you.

Kitty: awww,thanks so much for granting us audience Jesutomiwa. By the way,your name is such a nice name*winks*. We hope to see and hear more of your achievement soon,ENJOY! 

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And that would be all for today on the Interview Column on TheFACET Blog. Watch out for the next amazing student star. Keep reading TheFACET,keep supporting. We love you. XOXO

There Is A Right Occasion For Everything After All . . .

I think by now, the ‘there is time for everything’ line must be such a cliché, for African peeps especially, that we may not even consider the moral lesson behind it when it comes to mind. Of course we know there is the time to wake up, go to school, have a boyfriend or girlfriend (well that may be an exception though) and do all sorts of stuff. So I’m so used to this line that it has become one with no magical strings attached . . . well until my younger sister took it to another dimension.

Now she is one girl who can talk. I mean talk the hell out (yeah the typical younger sister won’t shut up kind of talk), and what is more annoying is that telling her to shut up is like inviting her to say more. So this is how it goes; I’m up in the room doing stuff. She comes in and asks if I’d like some mint candy. She gives me a wrap and tells me she’s had it since the previous year (and that’s how many months now?) . . . ‘No way, thanks’. She says there is nothing wrong with it ‘it’s okay jor . . . I don’t know why I’m keeping it sef . . . I just haven’t found the right occasion for it’

Now that’s new, I never could have thought there was a right time for ‘sweet’. As much as it was just another of her kind of talk, it did get my thoughts. Of course, a moral lesson came out of it; we just cannot go wrong with time.

I think of some mistakes I may have made at some point or even stories told by others and it boils down to the fact that we did not get our timing right. So you think you’re 16 and out of secondary school, just about the time to have a boyfriend . . . err, I don’t know much about the boyfriend/girlfriend school of thought, but don’t you have JAMB to prepare for?. . . or some dreams to build up? Is there a cash prize for whoever dates him first?

Or your friends are all heading up to the studio to drop a ‘bomb’ ( which is often what you get these days) and just because two ‘wow’ lines slipped out of your mouth by accident, you assume that you are the next rated star (of course that’s the point where unrecorded memories of you singing right from the womb come up) and you think it’s just fine enough to quit school and run after a career of which you do not even have a future outline for? Now that’s the point where I like to say SMH (shaking my head!)

I have nothing against having a boyfriend at sweet 16 or racing after your talents, those are just two out of other tales. The deal is that time is just one stakeholder we always have to answer to. It may look so simple coming up with some decisions without even thinking twice especially when you’re young, but like Lionel Richie says ‘when you're young, all you know how to do is wrong. Life can play tricks on you at times . . . you think you’ve got everything when you’ve got nothing’ (okay that last line is me singing. I so love that song). The deal though is, however way we view it, life does play tricks. So maybe that ‘there is time for everything’ line should click in our heads as more than jrust a cliché. (You really don't have to wait till 25 to get your first kiss though)

                                                                                                                                            derinsola