I found myself once in an exclusive restaurant in New York city. After looking though the menu with my other colleagues and thrown into wonder what I was seeing as potential dishes on my table, I tried to see how I could combine things on the menu I was familiar with so as to be certain of the state of my bowels when journeying home. On my inquiry, I discovered I could alter anything on the menu, but only add to it, of course at an increased cost. The manager on duty informed me that these were classic Italian meals and altering them will reduce the value in taste and fulfilment, they are meant to deliver to the consumer. I sat there and had to make a choice between my uncertainty and the ethical imperative of a traditional dish. At the end of the day I felt absolutely satisfied, not for the taste of the dish, but for the unbreakable standards that lay behind the ingenuity of the meal.

Standards are what really give value to anything in life. You can imagine if there was no standard to the restaurant, they will serve me my desired concoction just to please me and erode the legal stance for claiming the value of the dish. I sat back in that restaurant and imagined if my country promoted standards in daily meals governance and leadership serve the people, what will the results be today? The trouble is in Nigeria, standards are a dead issue and survival has become the unarticulated motivation for our system. When survival becomes the opium of the people, then of course ethics, values, morals, rules, principles, judgement, guidelines and the like are murdered for bread and butter.

Standards must become a quintessential part of servant-hood in our nation and I am humbled to say that this must be evident even at the very foundation of society. Questions of standards must be at the heart of our engagement with each other. What principles do I stand for on my job and in school or in my business? Or do I throw them aside in my daily escapades within a disorderly society? Let us begin to build unbreakable standards in our little circles of influence and stop waiting for the government to determine by what standards we must live our lives, for they haven’t yet determined by what standard they should lead the people.

You know what I mean my friend, stop looking across your shoulders to the other person. Determine the standards by which you must live your life and no one will give you anything less. This way we can jointly begin to demand for increased standards from our leaders and pubic servants. When I say this I mean a demand that says 12 hours of light a day is not acceptable, but 24/ 7/365 uninterrupted power is the standard. We are tired of boreholes for water supply, we deserve flowing water to our bathrooms, toilets, kitchens, and even into our washing machines and fridges. We wouldn’t accept anything less than every Nigerian covered by a national health insurance scheme and an educational plan that sees all our children having basic access to good education. Providing these things should not appear on any politicians manifesto or evoke an applause when implemented.

We cannot allow the circumstances within our great country to impinge on our mentality negatively to the point that we abandon global standards and settle for obtuse living. Standards are everything and we must make sure in the fight to live it must not be defaced and given another appendage. We must keep standards as high as possible and if at all, we must increase the standards by which we judge our living. When standards die, we lose our value as a people and living becomes animalistic. I have promised myself, I will give myself wholly to see my country create a new global standard of living, which seeks to progressively give more to the people it bears and not draw from them.

DON’T LET YOUR STANDARDS DIE!!!

A video on women and their support for Obama

May 2nd changed something about me and I will never remain the same again. I found a new personality type and I think I want to stay this way for the rest of my life. I have always wanted to be this person but somehow I felt out of touch with its reality or actuality. I crafted severally in my mind what it will take me to become this person I so secretly adored but I just didn’t know what was the object of my affection. All I knew was that the day I see it I will know it.

I knew it at the end of the movie on the 2nd of May. Although Jon Favreau did not succeed to overthrow the creativity of Michael Bay in the Transformers, he however gave me a personality I could relate to and this has pitched him far in my ratings as a dream giver. I came out of the theatre that night trying out some of the stunts I had just seen. The last time I did that I probably was in elementary school. I have been fantasizing flying through the streets of New York with light speed and shiny eyes, and reaching impossible heights, as well as zooming the the mountains of Afghanistan and rendering Al-Qaeda useless.

I haven’t stopped dreaming yet. Infact this morning, I saw myself zoom into Sudan and break the backs of the insurgents, then zap to Harare and whisk Mugabe away, then land on the Gaza strip and declare peace or else…… From there I saw myself in Iraq spitting fire from my palms on the insurgents and restoring peace in the country, then appearing in Tibet and breaking the bonds of the Chinese and giving hope to an oppressed people. Then I quickly took of my steel coat to get into the subway before I attract unnecessary attention.

As soon as I alighted from the cluttered machine, I swooshed back into my new self and took off for Congo and then to Ethiopia and dealt with the war there. finally I came over to New Orleans and with one sweep restored the lives of the people, then proceeded to Arkansas and Tennessee and made things well again. Just before 9am, I return to 135 East 22nd Street, Manhattan and came out of my new me and resumed life as it sure is. Wow!! what a fulfilling day already. I have done what I always wanted to do and I am glad for this.

Wont it be so great to know I can do anything I wish to do because I am now my dream person?? On behalf of all dreamers i would like to thank Tony Stark for your invention and creativity. You have given dreamers one more reason to dream. Dreams do not die, they make the world go round and it’s a dreamers world. However I have asked myself if I want to be Tony Stark…hmmmmm…I don’t think so!! Therefore please you keep the Stark and gimme the Spark…the spark of your armour.

ALL DREAMERS PLEASE KEEP DREAMING AND ONE DAY WE’LL RULE OUR WORLD.

…Oops…was I dreaming?? WHAT!!!! So it was a dream…no Iron Armour?? I am sad?? I want to sleep again!!!