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Saturday, March 1st, 2008 at 4:32 am

Bursting On The Brinks Of Blues

BLOOMING ON THE BLUES OF BRINKS

This time yesterday, had started the day touring. My itinerary was strategic, had two appointments on the island of Lagos. One of the last sun shines in the rainy season, bright flashes fired at each edge of my windshield the car while driving in the Third Mainland Bridge.

Fela Kuti was hit again in my state of alert with its "international thieves" thief "number, and one hundred and twenty kilometers speed my car adapted the rhythms quite complete. It was always a pleasure to hear. His words consciousnes galvanized. His delivery was smooth, although it became a little hoarse sounds wrong car speakers. Replacement of these speakers has been a at the plate for a few months. They wept in the punishment of excessive use, like my car tires, shocks, and even bedroom mattress back home.

One morning in five a week, usually I wake up with back pain. The effect of sleeping in ignorance bought Mouka sub-standard mattress was so exciting as having to remain trapped in the Ikorodu road traffic with a lot more options not leave.

Optimism rose my heart every time I remembered that no later than Dec. weak, which was only two months away, I would be at the Murtala Muhammed Airport, a trip to Canada to Toronto. I had offered a space for the academic year 2009, in one of its universities to pursue a graduate degree in Journalism.

At that time, I would not have to worry about a child of three years, the persistent drive in recent months he had incurred the bills that came out of my bag and lean self - emotionally lean it is. I mean, I had never been a thin person, not since 2007, when I began to yield to the call sign of Mr. Biggs' donut and launched on the an increase in the size 44 hips. They would have been lost if too tasty snack bars are rare Toronto variantly fritters taste.

So I ate one, and went down the bridge on route The Stock Exchange house in Marina had sent me my first run for mom. It had become the accuracy of the word, instead of parents since the deaths, respectively, dated from my parents.

With Mom, there has been reluctance to help my sisters and me, she had been the best friend of my mother through his tumultuous years of widowhood, she had never heard of another friend so true. Following the death My mother, who still kept the friendship alive, involved as the mother of my sisters and I

Therefore it was no bother to risk the thug filled the streets of Lagos Island, mixed with dozens of pickpockets in the streets and Tinubu kakaw and were climbing the stairs of the building stock, lifts epilepsy remained functional.

I completed my business in the financial house in less than thirty minutes and went back to my car. I had found before a parking on the sidewalk in Campbell Street. The space must be part of a footpath. However, in the day time, it was used by the association in the area of children, as parking for cars. that could challenge them? In Lagos, were the lords of chaos in the streets like these. True. The sailing my packing at a cost of two hundred naira was dressed in a soot T-shirt and a cap with the side face of the current governor of Lagos State. It seemed one of the retailers used in the recent election. In his athletic six feet, scarred face brutal and modesty, this agbero may have made are an intrinsic part of the ruling party's campaign arsenal.

Before entering the car, I took a moment to clean the murky water in my shoes, a piece of cloth kept in my boot for this purpose. Despite the presence of work sweepers in the state, the roads seemed dirtier than the last time he led months earlier. Even the thugs around him seemed to have darkened the complexion. I was sure the public toilets had become dysfunctional or permanent light-skinned men might have been ostracized from dregs of this fold.

It was not a busy hour of the Navy to proceed to Victoria Island was to keep an interview appointment with another financial company. It takes a free-lance writer who would manage its public relations unit.

It was an unbearable conversation with three members of the management unit, of course expert slaves. The interview ended with his request that I returned the next week to resume working for pay paltry five thousand Naira for the press releases per week. I liked not to dash the hopes of reasonable people and I was sure they were going to participate in unnecessary waiting for my return.

I had been able to cope for almost a year with an irregular payment of writing jobs, dress-making and interior design, so it was not uphill task, two months late for the Canadian High Commission to issue me a study permit. Only a month earlier, I had sent to the established requirements, to the embassy. My maternal uncle had offered to be my sponsor for the program. I knew that the data copied from their bank accounts chubby, that I had also sent to the embassy, I would be a high probability be granted permission to strongly expected.

A few years ago, these same bank details had secured a British visa for one of my two sisters, and had rounded up and until his masters in business administration. It was the same as it had helped my cousin Somebi, when he received permission to study a postgraduate degree in Human Resources Management at the University of Manchester State.

Creative writing was my calling - so I was at his side design dress, and I was certain international prices, he added that a certificate of journalism, "he resurfaced in the career field I was dying to work in.

I could hardly wait to leave Nigeria for a while, a country were the roads were wider and healthier than traffic jams. When houses were free of theft armed robbery and one does not pay the energy bills and episodes are still in court, where the fire service moved quickly in emergency call without the excuse of being out of the water supply.

I wanted to experience a different system in Nigeria, where the ruling class does not feed fat dogs in the educational system of their country and then presented his nose in disgust at the decadence, before sending their children to school of law abroad.

My head full of these thoughts as I connected the Bridge Serving on the way home. That was when I heard my mobile phone to indicate the reception of a text. Succumbed the temptation to read undisciplined while driving at a slow pace. I immediately read the message, my eyes looked out the next available exit back to the island. I could not spare a moment to collect my package FedEx courier office in Ikoyi. After six weeks of processing my visa application had news come, finally, the Canadian Embassy. I drove, trying to reason how telepathy. Just that morning, had fleeting thought that I would prefer hearing from them.

I broke the plastic bag in feverish haste, as soon as I got back to the car for leaks, Courier Office. Even in the cold air conditioning in my car, I still feel the sweat under my arms.

By the time I wheeled my car to the main street heading back home, I felt the sweat from my head braided on the sides of the face. Also seemed to drop down my cheeks. It was strange that the sweat fell in the middle of my cheeks, my forehead. Strange, I do not understand point, unconsciously tasting a drop of close to my mouth. His disappointment salt no color and the indescribable pain. They were tears after all. They poured in torrents like an avalanche, the destruction of the solution of dreams and a string years of age, the preparations.

I moped while driving home. Moped, even when a driver threw curses Danfa my lights do not indicate trafficator before making a turn. Moped when I discovered I still had punctured a tire on a nail climbing, but almost hit the vulcanizing repair, by mistake fifty naira me about my change.

I flopped on my bed when they got home, but not before to look back on the road deficiency that led the coup that numb.

The harsh dismissal of my application and foreclosure of administrative resources appeal, written there, it was annoying, the hand that wrote my name on it, scrawly. It looked like a confused four years of age. I could bet to immigration officer never sat within the walls of a tertiary school.

What was more proof that I was a student in good faith Sheridan Institute of Art and Technology, the original copies of my letter of admission and acceptance that it had offered at the request of the embassy?

What was more cynical than not believing in my appendix in the box questionnaire which asked one marked "yes" if he was sincere to leave Canada when my one-year program ended?

What is more insulting than someone calling me a liar, a white man for that matter, whose ancestors after telling my stories of a universal God who saw the equal of men, was ahead of monkeys and called the natives, while the theft of objects and mineral resources?

His answer was broken, but took me to a chance discovery, Canadian immigration officials were not exactly people intelligent. A Canadian immigration officer could pick holes in the authentic imagination, but it was impossible to see beyond their nose broken, when the false looked in his eyes boldly sardonic.

Two weeks ago, my neighbor moved to Calgary with his brother's Canadian passport.

That brother was ten years ago left these shores with the passport of his friend of similar appearance. I imagined the Canadian official must heaved a sigh of relief when he finished looking through your documents, alien was exposing his ignorance. My classmate from high school went to settle in that country last year. He married a Nigerian who had been naturalized there. If an official of the embassy had been seen during acute the interview, he would have chosen the facial resemblance between the pair, well discussed that were identical twins.

Dusk dragged on as I was deep in broken sobs. Life had been perhaps the best clowns in the world itself. He had his style, but worked over time, the tools remained the dice of fate. The best was in the plans of mockery.

My dreams seemed to be at a loss before the eyes of my mind. The remains of his broken chains hanging from the rope of disappointment.

My rent was due home in a month, was a bit more affordable, on everything in this peculiarly sometimes frustrated me. I needed urgently to seek more rewarding sources of livelihood. Was God a being remotely familiar with an estimated power was again? It still hurt to this question in my heart and tears taste in my mouth as I slept over, closing his eyes felt swollen pepper the number of hours of anguished tears.

However, when I woke up this morning and the weather man on television channels predicted one days sunny, I felt the beam also spread through my gut. He knew that through beams, to ensure that remained the same to who was awarded gifts exceeding human limitations.

The sky in the distance had an unbeatable shine. It was then that I saw, chain stretched dream a strong blue line across the distant, had become resilient patched. The hills of my plans was there too. There was a hinged ladder welded to the determination and strength continue to focus on his top.That was when I felt the lightness in my heart and break with the song the cords of my throat.

I knew then, a Canadian university lost its chance to be the citadel at whose feet an icon next developed his inimitable world-renowned artistic domain.

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