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Monday, 15 May 2017

Irrespective of your course of study or method of testing, you will
be tested on this book.
The book is to be given to candidates after paying for the 2017
UTME registration.
However, for most candidates who would prefer a soft copy of the
book. Here is a summary of the book based on a review by IDOKO
OJABO.
“In Dependence” by Sarah Ladipo
Manyika for UTME Candidates
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SUMMARY OF THE BOOK “IN DEPENDENCE”
Tayo Ajayi, a Nigerian, and Vanessa Richardson, an English lady,
had their affair boiling when it began, however as circumstances
have been meant to intervene, the connection went sore and it
appeared nothing may ever carry them collectively.
The book (In dependence) has characters that behaved in like-
patterns, like within the case of Tayo’s pal, Yusuf, who had dated
tons of white English women.
He (Yusuf) ended up marrying a Nigerian Lady as predicted (Yusuf
knew what he needed and appeared to get it).
Tayo additionally ended up the identical method in as a lot as his
affair with Vanessa Richardson had been gleaming, though he had
been out of the error of getting a younger lady (Miriam) pregnant.
And speaking of sample, the novel’s (In dependence) starting had
opened up introducing Tayo’s affair with Christine, a Nigerian Igbo
woman. One would suppose that Manyika needed to finish Tayo’s
relationship with Christine for the sake of bringing in Vanessa into
Tayo’s life, however nonetheless, Tayo needed to find yourself
marrying Miriam. And nonetheless the wedding failed, giving in to
the acquainted sample.
Miriam in Manyika’s novel (In dependence) represented the
breeds of the Nigerians that may all the time run away to reside
overseas because of the collapsing picture of their dwelling
nation.
Miriam went away together with her daughter leaving Tayo
behind. In as a lot as she persuaded Tayo, he wouldn’t go. She
didn’t like an inconveniencing life. She needed the perfect life for
her daughter.
Tayo, on the opposite facet represented the crude breeds of
Nigerians that felt dwelling was dwelling despite the fact that the
nation was boiling in corruption. In as a lot because the failure of
the nation stared firmly at his face with daggers, he selected to
remain.
In direction of the late pages of the novel he needed to depart the
nation underneath threatening circumstances towards his life
from the ruling navy regime.
The complete novel is informed from the great days of Nigeria’s
independence down into the nineties. I applaud Manyika’s ink,
right here. In as a lot because the setting of this novel floated by
way of England, Senegal, USA, and France, she was ready to make
use of her third eye to attract out Nigeria’s journey into the more
serious lanes of corruption, and hopelessness.
Religion is one other situation that Manyika (In dependence)
handled. It didn’t matter to her if one was a Muslim or Christian.
Studying by way of this novel, one couldn’t inform if Tayo got here
from a Muslim or Christian household however we did know he
embraced extra of the Christian religion. She didn’t level out the
difficulties of inter-religious marriages within the novel (In
dependence), however centred extra on the difficulties of
interracial marriage.
Throughout Tayo’s life as an element time lecturer in Sans
Francisco, the creator used a scene to unbolt some deeper points
of racism.
She identified the racist ties between the African American and the
pure African. These points she raised apply in all places even
inside Nigerians.
A Yoruba would check with an Igbo as a grasping cash monger
and doubtful monster, and in flip the Igbo would check with the
Yoruba as a unclean, loquacious and silly character who spend all
he earns on events and alcohol. It needed to be understood that
racism was one these existences that may reside for a very long
time so far as misunderstanding between folks existed.
I captured traces which are coated with humour on this novel,
however might be referred to as racial remarks. Younger black
Yusuf got here clear in his dialog with Tayo. He mentioned white
ladies have been for intercourse treats whereas black ladies have
been for respectable relationships that would result in marriage.
He added white lady regarded so previous when she turned thirty.
The worst racist on this e-book (In dependence) is Vanessa’s
father who was a one time colonial grasp in Nigeria earlier than
1960.
He was towards Tayo marrying his daughter, and had refused to
just accept Vanessa’s adopted half-cast son. He appeared extra
racial towards half-casts earlier within the novel (In dependence)
confronting Tayo about his fears for a half-cast grandchild. It was
later understood that his hatred for the blacks was consequently
of an affair his spouse had with a black man through the colonial
period.
Manyika, whose image reveals she is probably half-cast, was
capable of make a degree right here. She drew a distinction
between being black and being a half-cast (brown). This could
have been fairly a storm for her to jot down about as a result of of
the racial wind towards the brown folks residing in whitely
dominated areas. In distinction to a pure black nation, half-casts
are seen lovely which Manyika didn’t level out. In reality within the
black continent, the standard black man could really feel inferior
to a half-cast.
Manyika was additionally capable of painting the polemic assault
Nigerians obtain from all over the world nowadays. She didn’t
carry this to print however the picture was represented, and I
needed to determine it out. I can say it clouds across the ache felt
every time an IELTS or TOEFL examination is required earlier than
a Nigerian may research overseas.
This doesn’t exclude a
masters’ diploma. Does the world suppose Nigerians converse
Latin or Greek or some sort of language referred to as ‘Nigerian’?
‘I said I haven’t heard you converse Nigerian,’ Joyce says.
Joyce is one of Manyika’s English characters. And I like the way
in which Yusuf replies this. ‘Nobody speaks Nigerian, you daft
thing,’.
A coincidence on this novel which I refuse to just accept was the
scene during which Vanessa had simply come throughout one of
her finest music, Hugh Maskela, a music that reminded her of
Nelson Mandela and on the same day, not even up to two hours if
I could rightly predict, her white husband is presenting her with
‘Long Walk to Freedom’, Nelson Mandela’s biography.
What a coincidence! I additionally don’t embrace the truth that
Manyika noticed hope for Nigeria by way of the eyes of Tayo
solely when Abacha died. There are nonetheless Abacha loyalists
in Nigeria as we speak who will discover this offending. She ought
to have saved the road in a riddle.
Vanessa did meet with Tayo on the finish of the novel,
nevertheless it was laborious to foretell if in any respect a love
relationship was ignited between them. Vanessa was nonetheless
married, however Tayo wasn’t. Manyika maintained a non-
adulterous plight between the 2 right here. The happy-ending-
formula which most romance writers adapt was by some means
blurring within the novel.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

I WAS AWAKEN BY MY FATHER AT AROUND 7PM,
I IMMEDIATELY RUSHED AND DRESSED FOR
SCHOOL. IT WAS A MONDAY MORNING AND
ALSO A DAY WE THE ENTIRE SS3 STUDENT TO
BE ELECTED BY THE JUNIOR STUDENT 0N
VARIOUS POSTS RANGING FROM THE SENIOR
PREFECT TO THE LEAST POST.
I WORE MY SCHOOL UNIFORM, COMB MY HAIR,
LOOK AT MYSELF AT THE MIRROR AND SAW THE
HANDSOME GUY IN ME STANDING IN FRONT OF
THE MIRROR HANGING ON THE ME AND MY
SENIOR BROTHER WAS SHARING. I SMILED AT
MY IMAGE, RUSH TO THE DINING TABLE TOOK
MY BREAK FAST AND WAS GOOD TO GO.
LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF AM CALLED
MAXWELL CHINEDU, BORN IN IMO STATE IN THE
FAMILY OF FIVE CHILDREN AND I HAPPEN TO BE
THE SECOND IN THE MIDST OF FIVE CHILDREN
MY PARENTS BEGOT!!
WHEN I ARRIVED AT MY SCHOOL
(COMPREHENSIVE SECONDARY SCHOOL) WITH
OKADA AROUND 7:45AM OUR DAILY MORNING
DEVOTION WAS GOING ON AND SOME OF MY
CLASS MATE S MOUNTS THEMSELVES ON THE
GATE WITH FEW TEACHERS READY TO PUNISH
LATE COMERS IMMEDIATELY IS 8AM PROMPT.
I ENTERED THE SCHOOL PREMISES GAVE MY
CLASS MATES HANDSHAKE, GREET THE
TEACHERS, WENT INSIDE MY CLASS AND
DROPPED MY SCHOOL BAGAND CAME OUT TO
JOIN THE DEVOTION! WHEN IT WAS TIME TO
FOR THE PREFECTSHIP ELECTION EVERYBODY
WAS CALLED TOGETHER EVEN THOSE AT THE
GATE. FOR SENIOR PREFECT THEY NOMINATED
SIX STUDENTS, THREE GIRLS AND THREE BOYS
WHICH I WAS AMONG! THE SCHOOL VOTED AND
I WON, CHIDERA WAS ELECTED TO MY DEPUTY
SENIOR PREFECT, D.S.P. AS WE CALL IT THEN!
SAME PROCESS GOES TO OTHER POSTS. I WAS
SO HAPPY THROUGH OUT THAT DAY BECAUSE
THAT WAS THE POST I HAD EVER WANTED GOD
SO KIND IT CAME TO ME.

To Be Continued…

Saturday, 6 May 2017



Written By Egbebu Emmanuel
Onyedikachi…

Muddy roads and slushing puddles filled with equally muddy feet. A humdrum of noises ranging from the clanking of metal as butchers sharpened blades, to the groans of grinding machines as they oozed out red tomato juices.
Deftly, she wedged through a gap small enough to suffocate a child. On her head, a bale of wares that weighed almost half her own body, balanced on her head shawl which hid the already greying, coupled with her own 200 pound body, she moved among the mashed throng of people towards the voice that bawled,”Cele, Ijesha, Mile 2!! Cele, Ijesha, Mile 2!!!”.
“Kuro m bi !”, she cursed without violent intent ( she was one of those women who’d sadden at the thorough spanking of a child) but necessity called for ferocity. She twisted, bent and ducked through densely packed bodies at Oshodi market, though short of limbs but quick of pace with powerful strides, her heavy breasts swinging in her work- stained blouse in the busy but still awakening dawn. At 5:30 am, few people were this agile.
With such complexity of movement and focused competitive mind, her thoughts still strayed into the future pondering over what her children will eat for dinner with the prices of cassava flour high and tomato a rare ‘ruby’. Silently she muttered a prayer to her God – who seems to listen sometimes. She makes this journey everyday, wishing she didn’t have to, wishing some sort if miracle would break this routine. But she would still do it the next day, the next day, and the next.
And the day after that
She was one of those early traders whose commercial “headquarters” was located at Asuani market. The bus conductor, on seeing her rushes foward and with such dexterity he hauls the bundle into tha back of a “beautiful” yellow bus.
The Danfo Its front was sloping downwards and its trunk was tilted upwards like a charging bull. Like some entranced worshiper bowing to his deity. The metallic god of huff and puff. On its body were stickers of some long white-bearded man and leaping tigers and some Arabic words, coupled with pictures of a popular Fuji star.
But before the heaving, sweating body could rest on the wooden seats of the movable metal hunk, a pilfering over fares occurs.
“Asuani se 60 naira o! Hold your change”, warned the conductor.
“Ko se 50 naira mo?”, countered the woman.
“Mama, owo epo ti wón”.
Not budging, she makes to step out of the bus.
“Wo! Mi ole lo mo”, she threatens.
“Oya ewole”, the conductor finally succumbs.
“Aba je o”, she mused to herself in silent triumph.
Funny, she wasn’t the only woman who has to go through this. She was just a blind pick in this raffle of events. A pawn in the game of corruption, mal-administration and mal- apropism. A victim. She may not even know the reasons for this increased hardship. She probably doesn’t even know the name of the Minister of Agriculture. Why? Because her main priority is survival. It had been her main priority for the past ten years. Not to live. Not to be comfortable. But to survive. To inch away from the barrier between poverty and starvation. Her struggle for nere survival has surpassed all her other wants. She has to survive first. Then “live”. Before sitting down to watch tv and start asking questions and wondering over the reasons for the depreciating economy of a hopefully “unblighted” country. But right now,she has to get to Asuani market first. Though it brings no cause for humour, funny enough, this woman and her likes are one of the pillars balancing the economy. This, is the life of a Typical Lagos Woman.
Iya Eko…….
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