The end

Dear Friends,

Trust you & yours are doing fine.

It’s hard to say that this might be the last post on Ochuko’s Blog.

I do not intend to update this blog anytime soon and felt it polite to let you know.

I sincerely appreciate you and your invaluable contribution to this blog from the very first post.

I can be reached on

Thanks…a lot! Keep sharing & loving.

All the very best.



Nigeria @ 50 – [31 posts by 31 bloggers]

Today marks the 50th anniversary of Nigeria’s freedom from Britain.

Thanks to Rethots [], bloggers will write an article each celebrating Nigeria from Oct 1 – Oct 31..

Today, oluSimeon starts with Day 1 – “it’s not all gloomy”… Please visit ….

Happy independence.
Love Nigeria™. Do Nigeria™

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And the Year was 2012 (Guest post by Jaycee)

[Today’s guest post comes from JAYCEE. Jaycee is the interesting writer and blogger at Thank you Jaycee. Do enjoy it.]

I had a whimsical dream about 2012. In the dream my distant cousin finally found her husband after seven years of searching for the right man. Seven long years of seeking advice, getting it, dating men, getting heart broken, weeping, and laughing again. Seven long years of blue jeans, picnics, walks in the park, laughter, fights, rolling of eyes, and long-distant minutes. He was right there under her nose the whole time. The entire extended family traveled to Italy to witness the big destination wedding.

I also dreamed that in 2012 I got my doctorate degree, an acclaimed Ph.D in biomedical science. I was standing in the midst of ten guys and I was the only female waiting for the big handshake. My younger sister was grinning from ear to ear, and  both of my parents had their cameras ready. Two cameras for one event, hey, I ain’t complaining! It was ecstatic moment.

In the same dream of 2012 we headed back home and had a party to celebrate this pinnacle of my success. But while we were dancing, something happened. CNN reported that  a trail of earthquakes had just began. It was like a chain reaction: it started in China, then North Korea, Russia, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, India, Bhutan, Laos, and now it was shaking the whole Vietnam. Scientists were telling people to pack their bags all over the world and to keep  their eyes and ears open. No one could accurately predict how far the mutilations of the earth would go. So we turned off the music and began to pack our essentials.

In that dream of 2012, some men began to knock viciously on our front door. Knock, Knock, Knock. “Open up this minute,” one of them shouted. My Father looked at me. “Go and check to see who those people are.” I looked back at him as if to say I did not believe he was sending me downstairs at this time. The look on his face repeated what he said, “Go now.”

So in the dream of 2012 I tip-toed down our great spiral staircase. “We, the United States Government, order you to open up this door this minute.” Oh, so it was the government! Maybe they’ve come to warn us about something in our neighborhood. My hunched shoulders finally relaxed and I softened towards the voices at the door. I ran to the door and threw the double doors open. “Who is the head of this household?” the leader asked. “Daddy, it’s the Government. They want to speak with you.” All of a sudden the man pushes me aside and walks into our living room with his men. My dad, mum, and sister slowly descended the great spiral staircase, with the bags they succeeded in packing. The man comes face-to-face with my father and starts to question him.

“Are you the head?”

“Yes sir.”

“Are you a Christian?”

“Yes sir.”

“Is your entire family Christian?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you believe in Jesus?”

“Yes, we do.”

And then he ordered three of his men to put hand-cuffs on my daddy. The other men grabbed me, my mother and my sister…and they led us out of our home.

And that’s when I woke up from the dream.

I don’t believe in the Mayan Calendar, and I have no clue about 2012, but I remember Matthew 24:36-39 “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only. But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and did not know until the flood came and took them all away, so also will  the coming of the Son of Man be.”



This is for you Jaycee..

Light.a.lamp: "brighten the corner where you are"

What do these humans do?

Welcome to Blackboard. Illustrations/Art straight from the heart.

What do these humans do?

What do these humans do?

There’s something about the way we view people/things not within our “circle of the known” (i.e friends, relatives, fellow citizens, etc).
For instance, I can’t differentiate a Japanese from a Chinese or Korean; To me, they all look alike – Asians…however, on a closer look, they actually have very noticeable differences.
The same goes for the way non-Africans look at Africans or non-Nigerians view Nigerians and can’t really differentiate between Yorubas, Ibos or Hausas, etc…

Same goes for the way we view on our leaders (at home, school, office, nation, etc).

Same goes for the way Christians view non-Christians; Muslims..non-Muslims, pagans..non-pagans.

If only we’d step out of our comfort circle of ‘idea’ or ‘notion’ about something, someone or group of people; only then can we see the beauty of the other things and what they are made of, things they can do, the differences they can make.

Same goes: human definitely have sex. It’s what they do. It’s not all they do!

(Welcome to blackboard, my art from the heart. Share with your friends)

Watch out for more

Blackberry, die trying, etc.


The probability of every member of your family buying a blackberry after you do so is 1/1… or something like that.

Die Tryin’

The most misunderstood words: “die trying“… Die trying means that a person is putting forth their 150% effort in what they are doing. They are not giving up until they do it! So, Get ‘xyz‘ or die trying.

where xyz = rich, wealth, a life, married, into the kingdom of God.


The kingdom of God is the only exception, you don’t need to die trying to achieve this. Just accept JESUS, the SON of God into your life, and be Born Again. (John 3:16 for more information)

The Office Xmas Party

That’s all some people work for.

You start January only to find out that you’ve been working just to attend the office xmas party..

..and then the cycle continues in January of the next year..

..and you meet the same people, have the same ideas, the same challenge, the same ‘complaints’, follow the trend..

How about you try something else this December?

Hey, I’m not saying you should lose/quit your day’s job… Discern. Discretion is key.


* Add value to your employer. Don’t just get paid for nothing.

* Be sure to find a purpose in everything you do.

When will it end?

Viewers Discretion Advised


These words were taken from this site describing the Jos massacre (Viewer Discretion Advised: Disturbing images)

To his previous employer..

“Companies that squelch creativity can no longer compete with companies that champion creativity… nor can you buly a subordinate into become a genius.” ~ Hugh McLeod (

I saw this cartoon on Hugh’s blog, which totally summarizes the essence of this post. I hope this post will evoke a positive change at organizations that are guilty of this “act”.

Image and cartoon copyright (c) Hugh McLeod’s

A modified version of this cartoon was suggested by one of the commenters (chris) on the gapingvoid blog who said and I quote: should flip the thing over but keep sociopaths at the top, etc – so that the size of the chunk indicates the % of company salary it consumes..

That’s his idea though. Is he right? You decide!

PS: if you do not understand anything in this post, it’s time to take a short vacation

Update: This is my 100th post. Just noticed. 🙂

No one cares until…

Just had to chip this one in..
Been so busy this past few weeks/months (lol) but that’s not a good enough reason not to blog.
I need to be more focused and consistent…..

Meanwhile, do you know that NO ONE CARES UNTIL YOU GIVE???
Well, if you did not know, now you know.
I’m using it to my advantage in life and especially business.

Hugh McLeod calls it “GIFT ECONOMICS”

Don’t just think about it. Start doing it.


Why Haiti?

“…though I walk through the valley of shadows of death…”

Was it Haiti’s many sins?
Nigeria has committed worse.
I don’t think it was.
So, why Haiti?

image source: national geographic

City of the Blind

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man doesn’t exist!!
Isn’t it called the land of the blind? How come there’s a one-eyed man?
How come he’s king?

A city set on a hill
Is like a light that can’t be hid
Men don’t light candles and put it under a bushel
But on a candlestick; and it gives light to all

The people want to be led and will go anywhere
But they have been led and they followed
The blind leading the blind
To nowhere

Let the blind acknowledge their blindness
Let those who have eyes see and lead
Not with distorted, ‘one-eyed’ view
But with a clear, complete view of the direction of light
Mediocrity will not be celebrated
The ‘one-eyed’ man will not be king
It was never the City of the Blind
A land set on the hill it was

Who has eyes?
Who can see?
The people await YOU to lead

[Written for Nigeria]
[Brighten the corner where you are]
Ochuko’s Blog | Creative Commons]

Joe Wilson

We hear popular catchphrases like “keeping up with the Joneses” or “before I say Jack Robinson” or “only Nixon could go to china”, and so on..

Well, I recently learned there’s a new one.. A new guy has joined the catch phrase block: [Usage] “You lie by Joe Wilson” or “Why act like Joe Wilson?“.. LOL

Interesting website’s blog has a post on the power of the internet especially as regards responses to Joe Wilson’s act. Check it out.

Self control is a virtue. Accepting one’s mistake and apologizing is also a virtue.

You can also check out this post.


A story you won’t forget

Excerpt from: The Heart of a Teacher,
by Paula Fox
[taken from SimpleTruths newsletter]

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.

Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. “Thank you for correcting me, Sister!” I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher’s mistake. I looked at Mark and said, “If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!” It wasn’t ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, “Mark is talking again.” I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark’s desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, “Thank you for correcting me, Sister.”

At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the “new math,” he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn’t feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, “Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend.” That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” I heard whispered. “I never knew that meant anything to anyone! I didn’t know others liked me so much.” No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip, the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, “Dad?” My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. “The Eklunds called last night,” he began. “Really?” I said. “I haven’t heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is.” Dad responded quietly. “Mark was killed in Vietnam,” he said. “The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend.” To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.

I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, “Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me.” The church was packed with Mark’s friends. Chuck’s sister sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. “Mark talked about you a lot,” he said.

After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates headed to Chuck’s farmhouse for lunch. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.” Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.” Mark’s classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. I keep it in the top drawer of my desk at home.” Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary.” Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said without batting an eyelash. “I think we all saved our lists.” That’s when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Nigeria for Dummies


Tairebabs has a post on SONY’s big insult on Nigeria and Nigerians. See post.

Why would they make such reckless and irresponsible statement?

This post and subsequent ones that follow are for ignoramuses who need to be educated with facts and REALITY, see below.

1. In 2008, Nigeria’s GDP (Purchasing Power Parity) was $338,100,000,000 only behind the likes of EU, US, Saudi Arabia, Canada, etc… and the 2009 estimates are looking good… proof

2. Nigeria is the most populous country in Africa and the eighth most populous country in the world, and with a population of over 150 million it is the most populous ‘black’ country in the world… [translate that in monetary terms]

3. Nigeria is listed among the “Next Eleven” economies… proof

4. Nigeria has a very solid labour force…  proof

5. Over 68 million mobile phone users… [can’t you just see opportunities?]

6. Huge Oil and Gas reserves… [no need for proofs]

7. Just 49 years old. Huge growth potentials. Guess how old the US, UK or dear old China is?

8. Nigeria is Secure. Yes secure. See list of countries prone to terrorist attack.

9. Low debt profile compared to other countries… proof

Do a google search on “Huge frauds” and you would not see any reference to ‘NIGERIA’ in the first few pages. Tell me if I’m wrong.

Add to this list. Talk positive. Clean things up. Blog about Nigeria. Let the world know. Bury the negatives where they belong – six feet down.

I refuse to hear, feel, see, think or do negative!!

The more you look…

The more you look, the more you see.

It’s plain and simple. It’s common sense. It happens everyday.

Don’t let anyone deceive you.

The more you do, the more you get done.

Keep looking. Keep doing.

Word.of.the.Week(WoW): “Altruism”

Quote: “We are all here on earth to help others. What I can’t figure out is what the others are here for.” –W. H. Auden

This week’s WoW is the word ALTRUISM

I first heard this word from Larry Ellison, the Oracle CEO.

Altruism simply means the deliberate pursuit of the interest or welfare of others. It was coined from the latin word Alter, which means the other.

It also means the behaviour that helps others survive at your own cost, which implies self-sacrifice or selflessness.

You are an altruist when you align your wellbeing and happiness with that of others. You are happy when others are happy. You are not selfish. You are kindhearted. You think of others. You “do unto others what you want other to do unto you. You simply love…

In summary, live a life of altruism and you will reap the benefits.

Related words:

Benevolent, big-hearted, charitable, good, generous, humanitarian, philantropic, self-sacrificing, open-handed, and so on.

Further reading:

And of course don’t just Google up ALTRUISM, be a DOER too 😉

Have a great weekend (pix for humor only) 🙂



Nigeria’s Problem… (1)



This was taken from a Facebook thread… read and add your comments!

DV says the odoriferous state of infrastructure in Nigeria is as a result of the cataclysmic scale of the loving neglect and patient mismanagement by these self aggrandizing, narcissistic and inherently selfish nature of these washed- out, nay-saying, demented, vomit-inducing, perpetually recycled old ruins we call politicians

Ochuko says I beg to disagree. The last word there shouldn’t be politicians, but rather NIGERIANS. We are selfish. We are corrupt!! Take it or leave it. Don’t blame it on the politicians. The politicians are us – our friends, our neighbours, our fathers, our cousins, our children, us, Nigerians…It begins with YOU!!!

MaryJane says I’m of d opinion that we’re really only as good as the politicians/rulers we’v got…we disobey traffic laws, bribe policemen, inflate invoices @ work 2 get a lil extra, help our wards cheat @ school, dnt pay NEPA bills, bad mouth our selves… we’r all corrupt n leadership is only a true reflection of what the general populace is…d fight for corruption begins @ our doorsteps, in our homes…we’r losing our values, morals…cheating is re-christianed as ‘being smart’…the change process must begin 4rm our hearts, n d time is NOW!!!

Please add your comments…

Problem 1:  Bad Followership(?)

Back to Basics…

The past few days have been quite busy.. was engaged in so much activity that I couldn’t do anything blogging!!

While the buzyness smoke was going on, I was able to do some soul searching and critical thinking.

One lesson I learnt was simply:

Know the basics.

In case you skipped the basics, all you need to do is to simply

“Go back to the basics”

Think about it. It is a loaded statement. It covers every aspects of life.

I’m off to some basics… oops!! I actually meant a lot of basics!!!…

…and it may take a while…



When Andrew Noseworthy asked Seth Godin how he would take over the world if he were another James Bond villian, Seth Godin simply replied and I quote:

I’d release a pheremone that increases the fear that people have about doing great things. It would only increase it by 3%, but that would be enough to wipe out most competition…

I hope that’s convincing enough for us all to overcome whatever fears we have: fear of starting, fear of failing, fear of living, fear of non-existence, fear of the future, and the fear list goes on…Φ

..links for the new week..

Hi all, just got back from a fulfilling, short trip, more like a hiatus to some far away place, far from everything… I’m glad to be back. I went with my very good friend who made those days worthwhile.

I’ve got these 5 random links from various blogs, please do read them. Take Charge!! Have a blessed week ahead 🙂

Naijagirl on “women hating husbands

Blogoratti’s “Cloud Nine

DiEmpty Series’s “The price of beauty

JustDoyin’s “Dining/Table Etiquette

Tairebabs “Blogville Residents


ManUtd vs Barca: Prediction

Make no mistake: I’m a lover of Liverpool FC (You’ll Never Walk Alone).

However, I have interesting news for ManUtd fans. This is strictly from my fingers to the keyboard. No brains/hearts involved.

I think Manchester United will win the match. Final Scoreline: 2 – 0 in favor of Manchester United. 

If this happens, don’t ask me how I knew. I just guessed.

Congrats ManUtd in advance 🙂

I’m still a loyal lover of LIVERPOOL FC 😀

So, what’s your prediction?

The Secret of Life

Hi, I’ve been out of town the past days. My phone’s also missing (I really don’t know how I’ll recover those numbers. All the msame, we thank God for everything. Enjoy this piece till I get back. 🙂

The secret of life – James Taylor [performance by India Arie (one of my favorite artiste)]

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time

Any fool can do it

There ain’t nothing to it

Nobody knows how we got to 

The top of the hill

But since we’re on our way down

We might as well enjoy the ride

The secret of love is in opening up your heart

It’s okay to feel afraid

But don’t let that stand in your way no

‘Cause anyone knows that love is the only road

And since we’re only here for a while yeah

Might as well show some style

Give us a smile now

Isn’t it a lovely ride

Sliding down

And gliding down

Try not to try too hard

It’s just a lovely ride

Now the thing about time is that time

Isn’t really real

It’s all on your point of view

How does it feel for you

Einstein said that he could never understand it all

Planets spinning through space

The smile upon your face

Welcome to the human race

Isn’t that a lovely ride

Sliding down

Gliding down

Try not to try too hard

It’s just a lovely ride

Isn’t that a lovely ride

Oh mama yes

See me sliding down

And gliding down

Try not to try too hard

It’s just a lovely ride

Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time

Am I naked?

Is he Naked? Why din’t you tell him?

Why doesn’t the emperor know he is naked?

Ok, look at me and tell me: Am I naked?

What? I am? Then why din’t you say it all this while?

[Or is nakedness in the eye of the beholder?

Do we see nakedness differently?]

Sir, We did tell you… but you still pretended you had clothes on!!

You ‘held your head up high’. You din’t want to look stupid.

But it’s totally unfair!!!

It’s unfair to leave the emperor to his stupidity.

It’s unfair to keep mute when I go wrong. 

It’s unfair to keep the truth away from me – especially my nakedness!!

But we din’t keep mute. We told you sir… Maybe you din’t listen sir…

Sir, maybe It’s not also fair to stick to your stupidity.

OK, I’ve heard all you said. I’ll change.

So, please don’t hesitate to tell me when next I am naked. Will you?


A thousand people cannot undress a naked person.~ Greek Proverb

He who is covered with other people’s clothes is naked.~ Tunisian Proverb

Common sense is not common. ~ Unknown