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Saturday, 25 February 2012

Ofilispeaks.com inspired the stupidity out of me

I was one of the early comers at the Abuja Literary Society Book jam yesterday but made my way first into the ambience of the inviting Silverbird resource centre/ bookshop. Then I saw it!!!...the book "How stupidity saved my Life" by Okechukwu Ofili of www.ofilispeaks.com

It wasn't like I was particularly looking for it even though I have read up the author and about the book online. I was just looking for any great book that will also fit my budget and it did fit so I grabbed it.

 I couldn't wait to peruse the book just before the Bookjam started so held on till  I got home. 

Flinging the packs of plantain chips I was munching while having a ride home at my housemate, I quickly settled to reading the book.

I haven't stopped laughing! Big lessons I am learning and more so I am seeing myself in his writings. 

Eureka negative - I have been so over analytical about life, love and other mysteries myself - I discovered and yes it has kept me from achieving enough (by my scorecard) but I just knew what it is that has been my ''cup of tea'. 

Watch out for me soon. Thanks Ofili, hope I can attend your next seminar!

Miss Jenny Chisom

Chuma Nwokolo, Ozioma Izuora & David Lawale shine at Book Jam

The Blog author Jenny was at the Abuja Literary Society Book Jam last night for the first time and has lots of stories to tell. 

From the random writing contest from 5 randomly chosen words, to the guitar song rendition by Tokunbo, to the Book reading by Guest Authors Ozioma Izuora, Chuma Nwokolo and David Ropo Lawale, every activity was so engaging. 

Ozioma, an Abuja based lawyer read from her book "Dreams Deferred",  a novel set in eastern Nigeria and capturing the Author's Human rights inclinations. 

Chuma's Mind is so fun, detailed and suspense filled. From his reading of the "Ghost of Sani Abacha",  that creative mind came to bear. 
Then came the fact-fiction writer, David Ropo Lawale, who gracefully rendered the Joseph's bible in a way that you have been wanting to perceive him living in our days but haven't been able to. His book 21st century Joseph which is being currently being made into a movie has been a phenomenal success. 

Goodnews for LAB readers who write short stories: Chima Nwokolo now runs a short story publishing house that we can take advantage of. We will keep you posted, if you are interested and have a short story script, send it in to our email and get published soon. 

Abuja Literary Society holds her BookJam every last Friday of the Month in collaboration with Silverbird galleria Abuja at the Book shop. Just behind me in this next picture is the Love poet who performed, Michael Ogar...amazing guy!

That is the moderator. Participants at the Jam were a lot of creative minds, and popular names like Eddie Iroh, Dike etc Did I mention that I made a new friend? Her name is Toyin...

Any visits to interesting places you can write us about, go ahead send it to logosandaudibles@gmail.com

Miss Jenny Chisom

Africa's wake up call by Field Ruwe

They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”

Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.

“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”

My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.

“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”

At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”

He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.

“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”

For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”

I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.

He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”

I held my breath.

“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”

He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Zambians in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are in Mtendere, Chawama, and in villages, all of them living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that—PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.

“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”

He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”

He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”

At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”

Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Zambia’s literati—the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and Central Sports.

Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.

But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba, Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line.

I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of his predecessors. If today I told him that we can build our own car, he would throw me out.

“Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)

Knowing well that King Cobra will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior.

A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our country. Our journey from 1964 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones.
Field Ruwe is a US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History.Miss Jenny Chisom

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Logos Audibles launches the i-publish innovative publishing service in Nigeria


Logos Audibles launches the i-publish innovative publishing service in Nigeria: taking self -publishing to another level while bringing the dreams of prospective authors to reality
Now you do not need to put pen to paper or sit to type on your computer before you can properly develop content for your book, it has gone “i”

It was Friday the 17th of February 2012 in a press briefing in Abuja that the Logos Audibles i-publish service was made known to the public. In sharing the objectives of the i-publish service, the Inspector General of the Idea Police Service, Mr. Ezekwesili Nnaemeka Nnam made it clear that “you do not need to put pen to paper or sit to type on your computer before you can properly develop content for your book, especially when you do not have the time, ability or skill to do so. Simply check in with the Partners & Seed crew and ‘talk’ about what you want to share and then you can have your book developed from concept to sample copies”.

 This service powered by Partners & Seed is Logos Audibles’ i-publish service platform and the organization has gone further to provide authors with print-on demand services as well as a marketing and sales force.
Partners & Seed is the trade name of this service as owned by the Logos Audibles brand, the Idea Police Service and the Edufast concept. This service is described as an “i” concept in the sense that it came about as a product of innovative thinking especially in an economy like Nigeria’s.

As the Inspector-General of the Idea Police Service (IGIPS) announced this service which is run in partnership with Logos Audibles and Edufast, curiousity and sheer excitement flooded the atmosphere as it drew the interest of participants even professionals and seasoned entrepreneurs present in the event. Many of whom showed their readiness to subscribe to the i-publish service. This service is indeed a lifeline for many would-be authors.

In an aside with Jenny Chisom the CEO of Logos Audibles,  a content development and Author services company in Nigeria since 2010, she explained that launching the i-publish service that allows people with the desire to publish books, documentaries or any other format to get it done without having to write has been fulfilling. With technological gadgets, the Team at Logos Audibles has entered a joint venture with the Partners & Seed initiative to drive the vision and get many Nigerians who can finance their own publishing but have no time, ability or skill to become authors of note.

This passion is driven by the low turnout, dwindling reading culture due to poorly packaged published books flooding the Nigerian market and also the loss of identity it brings to Nigeria and thus their resolve to correct that. It is great to know that by ‘chats’, coordinated interviews and proper editorial direction and the skill of this dedicated team, Nigeria’s creative industry as a whole is experiencing a boost. The team is bringing together the eagle eyed editorial service which Logos Audibles is known for, Intellectual property education and protection of the Ideapolice Service as well as the Marketing and e-learning drive of the Edufast concept to bear on ensuring excellent product delivery in book publishing. Miss Chisom also made it plain that Nigerians publishing outside the country has also not been getting the best in content editing and value for money so the need for what Partners  Seed have decided to do in Nigeria for Nigerians.

In her words, the lady CEO Logos Audibles further highlighted that, ‘’Our experience over 10 years of editing and providing copies for individuals and organizations and then 2 years in the core business, we have come to accept the responsibility to drive the change that we want to see in the content of movies, books and other intellectual properties. We have edited and proofread manuscripts for books, transcribed recorded materials into print, packaged books and movie scripts and the need is overwhelming so we have decided to partner with Partners and Seed, a new but very innovative product development and intellectual property management group in Nigeria to deploy our skill and affect more creative people and encourage more people to aspire. Our Industry is diverse and huge but market is yet undefined and we are taking the bold stride to pioneer and establish the content development and communication support industry.”

The Logos Audibles brand can be reached at www.logosandaudibles.blogsot.com and @LogosAudibles on twitter.Miss Jenny Chisom

Monday, 6 February 2012


Project NEW NATION, a private sector engineered initiative seeks to recruit COMMUNITY DEVELOPMENT MANAGERS to serve as liaison officers interfacing with New NATION and their communities.

This project has launched 5 products:-

1.  Car connect: First automobile credit system in Nigeria.
2.  No drop out: Access to buy laptops /mini-laptops /desktops on credit
3. ITE: Access to student loans and more.
4.  Lechi monthly allowance: Access to receiving monthly income.
5. Global Defender: Access to lawyers @ a very low rate.
Interested subscribers can visit www.dukwe.com for more details or call Queen on 08036012080.

Huge compensations attached; there is no age, gender or qualification barrier.
Criteria: Smart, highly result oriented

Work at your own convenience

 Call now to get a chance!

Miss Jenny Chisom


Guardians of The Nation International GOTNI, in partnership with the Pro-Health International to host the 2012 reunion Leadership Clinic in Abuja "Vision: The force of leadership is the theme for the 12th Leadership Clinic series and first for 2012, which is being organized by Guardians of The Nation International(GOTNI), in partnership with the Pro Health International.

The Leadership Clinic workshop, which holds every month is taking off for the year on Sunday, the 12th of February 2012, at the Reiz Continental Hotel, Central Business District Abuja and will host up to hundreds of young leaders who are thirsty for change in Nigeria.

The gathering of these young leaders is aimed at teaching and charting a new course for value orientation and attitudinal change in governance. As a non-profit Youth Leadership Capital Development Organization, Guardians Of The Nation International has a passion to nurture various categories of young people less than forty years of age, into transformational leaders who will impact positively the various sectors of our society and economy and has Pro Health International as the first medical mission oriented organization blazing that trail.

This first Leadership clinic for 2012 promises to inspire the young people through presentations and trainings by Mr. Iko Ibanga, the founder of Pro Health International
and Mr. Linus Okorie, the president of the Guardians of the Nation International as well as representations from the participants in what is usually an interactive action packed session.

Registration for participating in the conference is free and is open for young impactful Nigerians in Abuja and environ. It is the belief of Guardians of the Nation International and the Pro Health International, that the crop of leaders that will emerge after the leadership clinic each month will set our country on a fresh course on National development.

Miss Jenny Chisom

Leadership in Nigeria just got a Helpmate as FOOTPRINTS by Linus Okorie debuts

Leadership in Nigeria has got a help mate, if you ask me as the long awaited Leadership simplified book FOOTPRINTS: living beyond today arrives Nigeria. This is one book, Jenny of Logos Audibles edited before it went to be published with the renowned Destiny Image Europe, publishers of Myles Munroe and other world-class authors.

You can buy the book at Amazon, Destiny Image website and Kindle

Official launch date of this book is the 26th of April, 2012 at the Transcorop Hilton, Abuja Nigeria. Prominent Nigerian and African leaders are expected to attend.

Details on the book as you click read more

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Beauty of the Week

This is beauty personified. 
Well here is Ada Egwuatu, a  model  pastor friend of mine. No more details.
Yeahhh, she is a pastor and a gorgeous Nigerian lady!

Miss Jenny Chisom

Mynewhitman, Kiru Taye, Banky W and Gbenga sile are bloggers that make me feel 'loved'

This February I have four blogs and bloggers  that are making me smile with so much hope for Africa. I am so proud of them and before you think it's just hype check them out yourself. First is Myne whitman  here and then Kiru Taye here. 

These first two are damn right Romanticccc. 

Then another who is writing a story in episodes fit for a Soap on TV, follow the episode here, that's Gbenga of  GeeBee Chronices, then this one, my music idol (don't tell him yet oo). He is my best Nigerian male artistes until I discovered his style of writing is also as romantic as his looks. Here is Banky w's blogsite with The Bank Statements...you can cash it! here.

Will let you know when I discover more bloggers who make me feel 'loved'.
 Miss Jenny Chisom