Justice: The need for public defenders in Nigeria.

Originally posted on Sisyphean Minds :
To say that our prisons are overcrowded is an understatement. To say that our judicial system is slow in passing judgments is also an understatement. People in our prisons are mostly incarcerated or allegedly staying longer than they should. The problem of delayed (or denied) justice, overcrowded prisons and means for a way out has been constantly discussed with little progress to show. This is because the question of how our citizens got into prisons rather than why they’re in there has not been properly asked. Why they should be in prisons is suppose to be asked and answered before they go in, not while they’re there. When the question of how victims of our justice system got there, incarcerated or otherwise; the dire need for public defenders will become obvious. Wikipedia defines a public defender as a lawyer appointed to represent people who cannot afford to hire an attorney. In Brazil, it constitution uniquely made provision for a public defender’s office at both state and federal levels. The office admits public defenders through civil service examination. In most parts the UK, public defenders service offices directly employ lawyers through the legal aid agency to provide advice in police stations and representations in courts. In the US, legal counsel is provided for those who can’t afford private attorneys through the public defender’s office. Countries like Germany, Singapore, Hungary, France, etcetera, provide some form of legal…

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The unforgiven

Originally posted on Sisyphean Minds :
On the edge of their matrimonial bed, the sad man sat confused, out of place, as if waiting for help, except he never brought himself into calling for it. He tried hard to read the note she left behind for him. He was trying to develop the courage to hear her reasons for doing what she did. He stopped looking at the note to wipe the tears in his eyes. It has been close to an hour since he came into the scene of the incident in their bedroom, alone, except for the remains of his wife lying cold on the bed. The neatly dressed bed suggests she went quietly, without much struggle. “There are different kinds of love they say. Happy love, sad love; family love, friendly love; love love….But what they didn’t say is all love hurts.” He read the note, drawing deep breaths and had one of his hands covering his mouth. He wept not only for his loss but for what he’d done; for the forgiveness he didn’t get and for not knowing how he’s going to live with himself. What he had done was more than a silly mistake. It was devastating how he never saw it coming. All the fatigues and headaches she claimed to have, whenever he asked why she seemed sad or “off”, were lies. He feared thinking her depressed. So he never used the word. The…

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#LTF2017 – Open Call

Apart from books, the next love of my life of all time has got to be theatre and that is why I am taking this time out to announce that the Lagos Theatre Festival (LTF) which is the largest performing arts festival in Nigeria and indeed West Africa and founded by British Council in 2013 as part of its ambitions of fostering exchange and collaboration between Nigerian and British artists through the presentation of high-quality Nigerian and British theatre is…*takes deep breath… is gearing up for its 2017 theme which  is ‘Rhythm of the City’ and the festival will run from Tuesday 28 February – 05 March 2017 in various venues around Lagos with two festival hubs, one each on the island and mainland. To apply for our playwriting competition, click here. To present work as part of the fringe festival, please click here. To register to receive updates and more information on how to participate in the festival, click here. or if you are like me, click here for more information. Lol Culled from Arts and Culture Trust website.

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Letter to “my girls”

Originally posted on Msorija:
Hello, how you doing?, ok, we need to talk, I used to wonder why whenever I was walking , people I dint know said hi, it all started in my last year of secondary school, school was over and I was going home and some random guy said hi, to be polite I replied, and he looked at me funny – and gave me that I wasn’t talking to you look. I was very confused, but this kept on happening. And that was the thing, they were looking at me and saying hi but usually not talking to me. It wasn’t until I made a concious effort to listen to that inner voice in me, and there it was, I could hear it, “they” always said hi, in a sweet sexy voice, no one could ignore that voice, and then waving their not very long “hands”, but the skill in which they waved the “hands” said a lot – this is not the first time we are doing this. How come I never heard this before? How long has this been going on? I was just oblivious to all that was happening within me. Now let’s strike a deal, Stop saying hi to people (ok, maybe say hi only to very very good looking guys), And maybe I’ll decide not to cut u off. Bye, Yours sincerely, Your owner… – for now Posted with WordPress for…

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No more

Originally posted on Msorija:
I have had it!!! No more will I ration my portion of food because he says I’m gaining some weight, No more will I look at the fat content in any product before buying it, just because he says he wants me to have a flat tummy, No more will I wake up at 6am everyday to exercise  just because I’m scared he’ll stare at his secretary all day, No more will I stop my cravings for that pizza from pizza hut, just because I want to keep him, No more will I keep “googling” for tips on how to get slimmer, just because he says so. I’ll not make myself suffer because of you anymore, while you never look the content of what you eat and eat as though the world was ending, You wake up and go about your business with your pot belly, You have all your cravings because you feel it’s a man’s world, You always Google tips on how to get your secretary to bed with you. You saw my mum right? That’s what a real woman looks like, and I know some day I’ll look like that, But if you feel you need me to be like a skinny girl that resents food to be with me, then please get out of here, I love my body the way it is and I’ll meet that guy that loves my body the…

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Word Scribblers

They observe even the minutest of things and see a word as a million symbols. Mostly talkatives, mostly silent beings- able to twist a single event into a thousand tales. Describing it through a million other parts. Able to bring anyone’s attention to something daily observed by them but forgotten within the twinkle of an eye. Emphatic beings who others […]

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