Edit: there's so much to write, but my lunch break is over...Okay so I officially need a holiday. The stress is just too much, and I have been assured that the autumn sales season is even worse as people begin to prepare for the cold, hard, winter. What have I let myself in for?Substance abuseDid you know that one adult in three in the UK has (at least) experimented with hard drugs? And when I say hard drugs, I don't mean igbo, I mean class A stuff. The statistics that were being reeled off on the BBC's Breakfast programme this morning was rather scary stuff. Even in a controlled society like this one, it is almost impossible to put a lid on things. God help us in Naija if drugs become a culture there (since we are so keen on importing all things Western)...If The Law is to be believed, then substance abuse in Naija permeates to the highest levels. One gist that never went away during my UNIBEN days was that Lucky Igbinedion was involved in the practise...NNPC winds downSo the government has decided that the days of the NNPC are over. Good move on the face of it, but let us hope that two things:1) it won't become like the NEPA to PHCN transition which has failed woefully up until this point;2) it won't be an opportunity for a lot of 'displaced' people to make a killing from the public treasury...The Cross OverThis one was written by Ade Adene (he who refuses to blog):Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time at crimelibrary.com . The website is mostly dedicated to unraveling gruesome murder mysteries, and unmasking the perpetrators of some of the most grisly and violent homicides in human history.
An off-shoot of this new pastime is a fascination with the hereafter and what I call “the changeover”. The changeover is the moment in time that begins after you take your last breath.
The exact moment you crossover from the land of the living to that of the dead.
Reading graphic accounts of people being bludgeoned to death, severally raped and savagely mutilated makes me wonder……What exactly is it like after that last breath?
Is it a seamless transition into another existence, or does your soul/spirit just slip into a non-existence until judgment day?
Is it like they say in Greek mythology, where you suddenly find yourself at the shore of a serene lake in a mist and fog -filled environment with zero-visibility. Does Hades/Apollo (?) actually wait by the shore in a canoe and in a hooded cloak to ferry you across to your eternal resting place in numbing silence and without even a curt “welcome to the other side”?
Or is it like that movie we watched when we were younger where a pilot crashed his plane and found himself in the” great beyond” (sister can you remember the title of the movie?)
There was a lengthy and rather disorderly queue in this great big cloudy sphere of white which I imagine was heaven-though it did’nt seem anything like the picture they painted for us in Sunday school!
For those who are bludgeoned to death or suffer an otherwise gruesomely finale, do they appear on the other side in a horrible state of disrepair, or is there some sort of changing room where they can just go change clothes and go?
I guess that for such people, since we usually have their battered bodies to interr on this side of the great divide, they will appear over there in another form.
Furthermore, since we are often told that our bodies are mere casings for the true essence of us which is our soul and spirit, what do our spirits look like? Do we become invisible when we die albeit with a consciousness of our presence/form?
At the exact moment of death, do you slip into a vortex(like they used to do in those sci-fi flicks!) and find yourself in a great big room of blinding white light in white clothes with an avuncular looking Caucasian angel casually looking through his “guest list” to see if your name is in it?
It’s not that I want to die or anything, it’s just a thought sequence that I have not been too scared to allow/explore.
Your thoughts?.........
Juve watchWe bashed Parma last night.