be expectant
allen

running for ur worth
allen

The battle is today, the war is always...
inform,disinform,reinform

perpetual motion 1

this really isn't about anything in particular.it all has to do with what the human mind seems to want.A typical human wants constant action. that is why governments and leaders who can provide actions for the populace can get away easily with anything. all he/she needs do is create a diversion and trust the typical human -HE GOES FOR THE ACTION.the tendency to forget what is immediately wrong is blurred from the thinking...with this a ruler and governments can get away with misdeeds

peple don't tend to look closely at how the government is run behind the scenes in times of war, the concentration here seems to be how well the war is going, the morality of the war, pro- and anti- war,the percentage of the budget going into war mongering,, how the war is affecting businesses and unemployment and the different atrocities.gone is the concentration of a large part of the populace on the day to day mundane activities which actually had been defining their lives till the interruption...i'll like to submit that the non-vigilance of the populace actually allows a great lot of misdeed o be done under the cloak of war

a lot of money is made by big and small businesses and people in government are actually able to get away with a lot of unaccountability.

in essence this writing is to emphasize the need to supply the populace with a source of activity.it is seen that a lot need be achieved but as a result of the usual tendency of humans to meddle in activiies it is neccessary for a distraction to be provided...this is in man forms. and i hope to discourse when i can

my early day's at internship

Days and Mo’ Interminable Days

(a mail to a friend)

The days are fraught with work (though the nature thereof is unknown) and the nights with atimes dreamless (or sometimes nightmarish) state of being.

The battle is everyday and the war is always. So a man has to be always at athis state of red alert. Here there is no time for weaklings and prisoners are not taken. What is wanted is triumph and whatever it takes to triumph is what should be done. In short we exist here on the Machiavellian principle.

Well after all the preamble ramblings I guess I should try to educate you. What I do is what I do. I’m at the DCS and what I’m supposed to do is internship. Hope it goes into your thick skull. At the DCS, we trade in data, not your contemporary daytrading on wall street- but just as vital to our numerous and ‘esteemed’ customers. As if I had ever seen one.

Presently, I’m at the computer department and what I’m doing is learning to appreciate computer. Such a mundane idea. Then I’m being indoctrinated as per schlum i.t. (infotech) security. I should not talk to people like you about the top-secret jobs we are doing. ‘cos u may get our info down to our competitors. Which is not in the best interest of Schlum. I’m also learning UNIX. It is what most of there softwares run on. Also, I’m trying to get it into my head how the workflow here is. Oh, before I forget, I’m the general ombudsman here (in short I dey double as messenger for hear- na me dey go bind, fotocopy, type shit, shred, get water for the dispenser and all sorts of crap an intern does not think he sould do - I don de rebel!).

From this point I’ll move to the geology department where I’ll learn how the different softwares are put into use to solve the different geological problems. Then my next stop is with the geophysicist; I’ll do enuf seismic and interpretations. Then right on to my main unit the petrophysicst and the reservoir engineers. They work in collaboration with the log analysts. I get to see the different soft wares and the interpretation of logs so as to be able to give our clients advice and help make decisions that would be economically viable (you this is a huge capitalist venture money is the name of the game).

Well I also get to use such soft wares as BoreID*, MRX*, GeoFrame* and al sorts of crap which I’m sure does not make a difference if you eat or not- or maybe it does who cares.
You can tell me about your xperiences . Here it is like being in a fancy loony bin, only here the noise is not like being in Aro mental home. Probably like the padded walls of an American psychotic hospital where the inmates (well I consider the staff here to be inmates of the company) are hugging, caressing, fiddling and staring glassy eyed at their numerous therapists. The therapists here happen to be –guess…u did not get it…they are the intra and interconnected pc. JEEEEZ!!! It’s not funny at all.
Well I hope at the end of my 20 weeks I don’t be like them…I xpect u reply me

Yours indeed,
Allen
Res dura, et regni novitas me talia cogunt

Moliri, et late fines custode tueri.

...against my will, my fate,A throne unsettled, and an infant state,Bid me defend my realms with all my pow'rs,And guard with these severities my shores.

sometimes...

somtimes i wonder if life is fair at all... hey don't get me wrong, i have really had some of the best things in life andreally i'm not a whiner
its funny the things that happen to us sometimes
like now i'm bored to hell
present state :no friends and in a strange city
cash running fucking low
but i'm still good.

now what do i want to talk about: i dunno.

the main point i want to bring out is that i'm bored to hell!

i'm caressing the keyboard hoping to God it would give me any joy...

it is minimal. my inspiration is zilch and i keep thinking :hey mon when are u going to get the heck up from ur desk.

i can't, my friend has travelled andi'm left alone at home :HOME ALONE!

hope i've succeded in boring u...i'm not this mean most of the time...but today is my lowest ebb in a long time

poem

This is Lagos

(This is about a day’s experience in Lagos).

Waking from a flea ridden bed at a distance
Into the present, just as the night fights the last round with day
In a fight it must lose.
Cocks crowing, dogs howling, agberos shouting, cars honking, children bawling
Kai! Which other reminder is needed, for this is Lagos

The bag slung on the back,
To continue tramping through the travails of life and Lagos;
And few steps from unknown to unknown
I’m orphaned underneath the huge sea from the sky
Mercilessly whipped till the rags turned white
and need u know:
this is Lagos

Jammed between the whole world, 69 sitting and 100 standing
The molue mulishly plods through the rain.
And a second bath is taken through the leaking roof, the invisible windows
and from hurled insults thrown indiscriminately
no complaint here
for this is Lagos!