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Report of Industrial Development Centre



INDUSTRIAL DEVELOPMENT CENTRE OSOGBO
LEATHER DEPARTMENT.



          The leather department is one of the department in the Industrial Development Centre (IDC) where shoes, bags, belt, palm sandals etc are been produced and then taken to the market for sale. The Head of this department (HOD) is Mr S.O OGUNNAYA and his colleague is Mr S.O OGUNSADE. They make use of hid an skin in producing various product listed above, they have six departments in leather it include the following among others;




1.     Designing department: They make different design on the product produce in the department




2.     Clicking department: They cut patterns into leather




3.     Lasting and making department: They last the upper unto the last




4.     Finishing and showroom department: They die the upper




5.     Closing department: This where the product will be turn to finish goods.




6.     Science and material: They select a suitable material in each designing




Before we can get or use the leather we need to kill the animal and then it go through some processes, we have two types of leather namely




1.     Hid leather: These are get from large animals e.g elephant, lion




2.     Skin leather: These are get from small animals.




                                                      MATERIALS.




Leather, hid, synthetic material i.e man made material, sole, hill, shank, top hill, hill sole, eyelet. Without the last we cannot make any shoe, then we three types of last namely




1.     Plastic last




2.     Wooden last




3.     Iron last.




                                                         MACHINES.




There are various machines in leather department which make their work effective and faster, the machines include the following;




1.     Insole molding machine: This machine is use to mode the insole




2.     Splitting machine: This machine is use to divide the hid leather




3.     Pattern grading machine: This machine is use to enlarge and reduce the size of the product




  

 




DEPARTMENT OF WOOD TECHNOLOGY.




The head of department (HOD) MR FADIRAN




 This one of the department in the industrial development centre (IDC) where they specialize on wood making materials and their major material use here is simply wood even their final product is wood but in different shapes and sizes.




This department is also broken down into three (3) further departments namely




1.     Machine section




2.     Assembly section




3.     Finishing section




                                           MACHINE DEPARTMENT.




This department is made up of various machine which is use to carry out their function for the effective and efficient work to be done by the department, among the machines include the following;




1.     Pressing machine: This machine is use to press plywood together and some assembling capable of doing




2.     Circular saw machine: This machine is use for cross cutting




3.     Falk lift: This machine is use to move, lift and carry heavy materials




4.     Panel lifter: This machine is use for lifting and carrying goods




5.     Edging machine: This machine is use for straightening wood




6.     Dust harvester: This machine is use to absurd dust




7.     Boring machine or bowling : This machine is use to make hole on wood.




8.     Radial arm saw: This machine is use for cross cutting long wood into two




9.     Springy molding machine




 




                                       ASSEMBLY DEPARTMENT.




1.     Sam paper machine: This machine is use for smoothen woods




2.     Robot machine: This machine is use to write name on the wood




3.     Drilling machine: This machine is use to create hole in the wood




4.     Assembly machine: This machine is use to assemble woods.




 




5.     Bosch molding




FINISHING DEPARTMENT




1.     Burnt wood machine: This machine is use for spraying woods.




2.     Staining machine: This machine is use to stain our goods produced.





METAL WORKSHOP (Mrs Ogunrinde-HOD)




This Department is concerned with the various use of metals to generate and create the required and needed metal products, its concerned with the best possible use of metal.




We were taken around workshop by Mr Sunday (the coordinator of the department).




There are two sections in this department namely;




       i.            Metal fabrication.




     ii.            Manufacturing of doors.




MACHINES




We also have two sections of machine in this departments as well which are;




       I.            Filter machine sections.




    II.            Machine parts and accessories for automobiles.




 




                   I.            Centre laid machine: it contains the rotation of a work piece against a geometricalsingle point tool.




                II.            Drilling Machine: used to generate hole in engineering component.




             III.            Shaping machine: used to make flat and angular surfaces.




            IV.            Power Hacksaw: used in cutting metals into pieces.




               V.            Milling Machine: this is used to make flat and angular surfaces for engineering component.




            VI.            Surface grinder machine: used to smooth the surface of metals.




         VII.            Cylindrical grinder: this machine is used to generate cylindrical surface.




      VIII.            Ship Metal Rolling Machine: for producing metal bucket.




            IX.            Nibbling Machine: for cutting off undesired particles.




 




 





 




METAL FABRICATION DEPARTMENT




M.B LAWAL




In this department, metal is being meshed and mode into different models through the use of modeling funnel.




MACHINES AND EQUIPMENT USED




                               I.            Blower:- for blowing of air to hot irons




                            II.            Burner:- for burning or raw materials




                         III.            Twist funnel:- for melting aluminum materials used in making spanner, partter.




MATERIALS




                               I.            Black oil or diesel




                            II.            Aluminum




                         III.            Iron


                                     FOOD AND CHEMICAL DEPARTMENT

(Mr josephAkpan U. -HOD)




     In this department people are trained in the production of household items such as; liquid soap, hair cream, hair treatment cream, baby jelly cream (medicated), toilet soap (medicated and antiseptic), laundry soap (tablet). And also train people in the production of food items such as; ice cream, fruit juice, tomato paste, beans flour etc.




 




               MACHINE AND EQUIPMENTS REQUIRED TO MAKE LAUNDRY SOAP




Soap mixer (manual or automated)




Soap mould




Cutting table




Stampetc




 




RAW MATERIALS REQUIRED TO MAKE LAUNDRY SOAP




Costic soda, palm kernel oil, soda harsh, sodium sulphate, sodium silicate, Cmc (cabolsnmiltycabulous, sophonic acid, colour and perfume.




PREPARATION




      Any material that’s in powder form must be added with water before you mix.




The materials are poured into the soap mixer machine for mixing into liquid form and then transferred into a soap mould and wen its solid and dried cut on a cutting table into various sizes and shapes.




 




MACHINE AND EQUIPMENTS REQUIRED TO MAKE HAIR CREAM AND BABY JELLY




Stainless mixer




RAW MATERIALS REQUIRED TO MAKE HAIRCREAM




Petroleum jelly, colour, perfume, stearic acid, petroleum wax, and other medicament/industrial sulphur 




 




RAW MATERIALS REQUIRED TO MAKE BABY JELLY




Petroleum jelly, paraffin wax, paraffin oil, colour, perfume, lanoline.




 




PREPARATION AND PROCESS TO MAKE HAIRCREAM AND BABY JELLY




Measure and pour materials into the STAINLESS MIXER apply heat and stir,the materials need to be melted and poured into a can.




HOW TO MAKE LIQUID SOAP




MATERIALS NEEDED: Costic soda, nitrozon, sophonic acid, perfume and colour.




PROCESS: Put the materials into a plastic mixer then you mix and pour.





CERAMICS DEPARTMENT




(Mrs DaramolaAdekanbi - HOD).




          A ceramic is an inorganic, non-metallic solid material comprising metal, non-metal or metalloid atoms primarily held in ionic and covalent bonds.




TYPES OF CLAY




Primary clay: this is an ordinary clay in its natural extracted form, that has not gone through any form of processing. Primary clay form as residual deposits in soil and remain at the site of formation.




Secondary clay: are clays that have transported from their original location by water erosion and deposited in new sedimentary deposit.




MACHINES USED IN CERAMICS PRODUCTION




·        Wheeling machine: used in moulding clay into desired design and forms




·        P O P: pop moulds make it possible to repeat patterns and forms for a variety of reasons




·        Kiln machine: kiln machine is a thermally insulated chamber, a type of oven, that produces temperatures sufficient for to complete some process, such as hardening, drying, or chemical.




 




METHODS OF PRODUCTION AND PROCEDURES OF MAKING CERAMICS




The various method for making ceramics include




1.     Throwing method: in this method we make use of throwing wheel to create desired designs.




2.     Casting method: in this method we make use of mould (p.o.p) to produce the ware.




3.     Pressing method: in this system of production of ceramic we also mould as well, but we make use of hard layer.




4.     Hand modelling method: in this method we use hand to mould and create desired designs.




5.     Jiggering method: in this method we make use of machines, jigger jollying machine to produce the desire pattern and designs.

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The Spirit Of Ramadan

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THE SPIRIT OF RAMADAN

Asad opened the refrigerator door and peered inside. His eyes fell on a huge chocolate cake and some sandwiches, the leftovers from yesterday’s tea.

“Oh God! Why am I being punished like this?” He groaned silently.

It was the first day of Ramadan and Asad was fasting. He had just returned from school and was feeling ravenous. After dropping his heavy backpack on the bedroom floor, he made a beeline for his favorite spot in the house, the kitchen. But fasting meant no food for at least four more hours. He would have to wait till sunset to break the first fast of the month.

Just for a second, Asad felt sorely tempted.

“Who would know if I eat a slice of the cake?” he mused. His parents weren’t home, his grandparents were resting and his baby sister, Fatima was too young to tell tales.

“Somebody would know, “a little voice argued inside his heart. “He, who knows everything, since He is our Creator.”

Asad slammed the fridge door shut in frustration. He was fourteen and felt ashamed of his momentary weakness. He went to the living room where a maid was spooning Cerelac into Fatima’s little mouth. Fatima gurgled and grinned at her older brother who bent down to give her a hug. Asad looked at the pale yellow concoction that was smeared across her face and swallowed hard. Even Cerelac smelled good at this hour.

He flopped down on the sofa in disgust and switched on the television.

“Maybe a nice program will take my mind off food for a while,” he thought, aggressively pressing down the channel buttons on the remote control.

He paused at BBC channel where a cute anchorperson was presenting a report. Asad stared at her for a while without registering the news but then some live images made his attention snap back at the report. Rachel Hayward was talking about intense, widespread poverty and famine in Africa where millions of children perished each year due to hunger and malnutrition.

Asad stared at the disturbing pictures of dark brown skeletal children with distended stomachs. Flies hovered around their faces and their naked bodies, as mothers listlessly tried to wave them away. Their misery was writ large on their faces and their empty eyes bore testimony to man’s inured ways.

Asad thought with a guilty pang about the uneaten pizza he had thrown away in a fit of temper last night. He had ordered his favorite Chicken Supreme but the delivery boy had brought some other pizza and would not take it back. Asad had paid for it and just to show the impertinent delivery guy what he thought of his services, had tossed the pizza into the trash can outside his house. It had felt so good at that time but now he felt like a total jerk.

He remembered how his grandmother always chided him when he left rice uneaten on his plate that was later scrapped off by the servant and dumped in trashcan. He remembered the lavish meals he and his friends ordered in college canteen and then discarded because they could not eat a bite more. If excess, extravagance and waste were crimes, then he was guilty of each one of them.

He changed the channels once again and put on MTV. He had a huge crush on Beyonce but after witnessing the BBC report, the music seemed too loud, too cheerful and even obscene. He switched the television off.

“What is wrong with me today?” He thought uneasily. “It must be the lack of food that is making me so restless.” He glanced at the stately golden clock adorning the living room wall. Only twenty minutes had passed and he still had more than three and a half hours to kill.

“I’ll go to Bilal’s house.” He decided, thinking about his friend’s house across the street. “Maybe a few rounds of computer games will improve my mood.”

When he stepped out of his house, he saw was a couple of dirty, bedraggled children foraging through the trash can. The older kid, who seemed about 5 yrs old, dragged a piece of dried chapatti out of the refuse heap and brushed away blackened mango peels from it. He broke it in two and offered the other half to his younger sister. Asad stood rooted to the spot in horror.

“Hey. Don’t eat that. It’s terribly dirty and probably mouldy too,” he shouted but the duo quickly crammed the hard chapatti into their hungry mouths and scampered off.

“Why had I never noticed such things before?” he wondered.

Asad had never been hungry in his entire life so poverty, deprivation, and hunger were concepts that he had never thought about.If the home cooked meal was not to his liking, he always ordered his favorite foods from upscale restaurants and had them delivered home. He had a credit card, a gift from his father on his fourteenth birthday and he used it for lavish meals whenever he wished.

Now hunger due to the obligatory fast was forcing him to look at the plight of the less fortunate and the more he saw, the more disturbed he felt.

He crossed the street and saw a construction crew at work. Bilals’ father was having a wing added to his already imposing residence. Asad paused to admire the skill of an old carpenter who was busy smoothing a rectangular block of wood. Wood shavings littered the floor around him.

“Are you fasting, babaji?” He asked respectfully.

The old man looked up and wiped the perspiration from his brow.

“Aye, son. Work is no excuse for not fasting,” he replied.

Asad could not imagine fasting and then working in the relentless summer afternoon heat. He looked around at the laborers, mason, and brick layers working in a rhythmic method.

“What do you eat for iftaar?” he asked out of curiosity, referring to the evening meal. He imagined the lavish food that got prepared in their kitchen everyday. It took their chef at least two hours to put together an afternoon tea.

The old man smiled,” Whatever Allah provides for us, son. He is Merciful and Most Gracious.”

“Does Mr. Haroon provide you with meals?” Asad persisted. He knew Bilal’s father was rather tight fisted. He would have insisted that the men put in whole shifts instead of cutting down their working hours in deference to Ramadan.

“What do rich men know about empty stomachs, my son,” the old carpenter replied, moving his plane over the wood in a smooth, fluid motion.

With bile rising in his throat, Asad turned back towards his house. His mind was in turmoil and his heart ached. In the living room he paced restlessly and then saw some CDs that his grandfather was fond of listening. He put on one in the magnificent stereo system that his father had recently purchased. It was recitation of the Holy Quran. As the soul stirring voice of Qari Saad Al Ghamdi reciting Surah al Baqarah filled the room, Asad felt waves of serenity hitting him. He felt engulfed in peace and tears shimmered in his eyes.

“Those who spend their wealth in the way of Allah and do not follow up their spending by stressing their benevolence and causing hurt, will find their reward secure with their Lord. They have no cause for fear and grief. ”

Asad spent some time listening and absorbing the message from Allah. Then he took a bath and said his prayers. His parents came home and the smell of iftaar being prepared filled the house.

As the entire family gathered for breaking the fast, Asad looked at the dining table laden with a variety of food ___ sandwiches, cake, fruit cocktail, tempura, triangular samosay, fried chicken pieces, dates and a variety of other dishes.

“Mom, do we need to cook so much food for one meal that no one can possibly finish?”

“What’s on your mind, son?” his father asked, surprised by his son’s unusual question.

“Dad, Mom’s on a diet, grandparents can’t eat fried and salty food as per doctor’s orders and Fatima can’t eat solid food. That leaves you and me to finish at least eight dishes. It’s pure waste.”

“Asad, what is wrong, son?” His mother asked concerned about her son’s state of mind.

“Mom there are people out there dying of hunger. There are people who have a handful of dried dates to eat and yet work all day on rich people’s mansions and then thank God for His blessings.”

“Asad, we do pay zakat and charity to help those in need. I am very happy that you are being so thoughtful and caring, but we cannot eradicate poverty on our own,” his father reasoned.

“Yes, but maybe this Ramadan we can share our food with those whose needs are greater than ours, father. May I?” Asad asked with a tilt of his head towards the food.

The grown ups looked bemused but Asad felt a gleam of pride in their eyes. He went outside and invited the laborers for iftaar. At first hesitantly and then with joy and gratitude they accepted his offer.

Asad’s servants laid out linen on the green grass of their beautifully manicured lawn and the men took off their shoes and sat cross legged waiting for the Maghrib azaan which would signal the time to break the fast.

As Asad passed out fresh dates and fruit to about two dozen men in the garden, the old carpenter said smilingly, “Didn’t I tell you that Allah is the best Provider and we eat out of His provisions.”

For the first time in the day, Asad laughed aloud in joy.

“Thank you for teaching me the true spirit of Ramadan, babaji . It is not about mindlessly abstaining from food and drink all day but understanding the needs of others and pleasing Allah to gain His blessings that Ramadan is all about. Sharing and caring, that’s the true spirit of this holy month.”

“Aye, and praying too. Now help this old man get up so that I can say my prayers, young man.”

Happy and satiated, they all went to the local mosque to offer their prayers and thank Allah for all His blessings.

By Gulrukh Tausif
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The Tragedy Of The Voltas

THE TRAGEDY OF THE VOLTAS

CHARACTERS:-
MRS. VOLTA
SMADA
NEERI
DANGE
DOCTOR
POLICEMAN

(The setting of this playlet is the normal arrangement of a rich-looking parlour.  MRS. VOLTA, a woman of middle age, is seen sitting on an expensive armchair.  She is richly endowed in an expensive and colourful bubu with scarf to match.  She is sickly, but the illness is not visible.  She carries herself with gentle ease, for she is in a tender, delicate condition.  Her youngest son, SMADA, who is at the prime of his young adulthood, is seen standing, leaning lightly against the small dining table, wearing a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, black trousers and a black belt and expensive black boots, and a dark-grey dinner jacket.  His elderly sisters, NEERI and DANGE, are seen sitting on the small expensive settee.  The former is dressed in a cream-coloured lady-like trouser suit, while the latter is clothed in a black designer T-shirt, blue skimpy Jeans shorts and designer platform shoes.  The atmosphere is somewhat tense with everyone expectant and anxious.  Smada walks to the settee and then later returns back to his former position.  Enters DOCTOR.)

NEERI: Aw, welcome, doctor.

DANGE: Good evening.

MRS. VOLTA: Thank you so much for coming to our home in such short notice, doctor.

DOCTOR: It was a good thing that I told all of you to be in your home until I brought the medical report of former President Volta’s health and condition.  This is a very delicate issue.

SMADA: Doctor, tell us what you have.

MRS. VOLTA: How is my husband?

DOCTOR: There were visible traces of hemlock in his bloodstream.

DANGE: Hemlock?

DOCTOR: Yes, and its concentration was so high that it hampered his immune system.  Also, there were bits and pieces of apple found in his alimentary system.

MRS. VOLTA: Doctor, is my husband going to be alright?

DOCTOR: I’m sorry, Mrs. Volta.  This was an autopsy report.

(Everyone displays shock.)

NEERI: So, he is dead then.

DOCTOR: He died before we could get him to the surgery room.

SMADA: Were the press around?

DOCTOR: No.  No press.

SMADA: Where was Sir Inesu all this while?

DOCTOR: He made the arrangement for his body to be put in a sack.

SMADA: (sarcastically) Ha!  He will be buried the Muslim way.

(The doctor goes over to Mrs. Volta and gently holds her hand.)

DOCTOR: Are you alright?

MRS. VOLTA: I’ll manage.

(Neeri stands up and walks up to her mother.  She stands beside her.)

NEERI: Any other news, doctor?

DOCTOR: None so far.

SMADA: What about the four women he was with?

DOCTOR: (nonplussed) What four women?

SMADA: The four apple-ladies he slept with.

MRS. VOLTA: (sternly) Smada!  Shut up!!

DOCTOR: What apple-ladies is he talking about?

MRS. VOLTA: Never mind, doctor.

SMADA: He ate apple, didn’t he?  One the apple-ladies was bound to give him the apple to eat.

DANGE: (sternly) Smada, keep quiet!!

DOCTOR: Former President Volta was a very good person, Mrs. Volta.  I am truly sorry that such a tragedy should befall him.

SMADA: Humph!  You know nothing about tragedy, doctor.  You are now waiting to be handsomely tipped.  I strongly advise you, doctor, to depart from here immediately.

NEERI: (sternly) Smada!!!

SMADA: He is just like everyone else – good one minute, bad the next.  Better return to the hospital.

DOCTOR: (stands straight) I understand how you feel, losing your father like this.  It is certainly a big loss for everyone and for you.  I understand perfectly well.  But let me tell you something.  I was a faithful doctor to him.  I worked my medical fingers to the bone for him, and I will not have anyone insult my integrity, even if that person is a member of his family.

SMADA: (sarcastic) My most deepest condolences for castigating your profession to your face.  And thank you so much for offering us your cold shoulder to cry on.

DOCTOR: (ignores him) I will try and come back to check on you, Mrs. Volta.

MRS. VOLTA: Please do, and thank you very much for coming.

SMADA: (coolly) Doctor, if you make ‘any’ attempt to return to this family, your medical occupation will be at stake.

DOCTOR: I will come back.  I’m a doctor.

SMADA: (angrily) And I am Smada telling you to get the hell out of here!  You are lower than nothing, doctor!!

(Exits DOCTOR, angrily.)

DANGE: (confronts Smada) You were nasty, Smada.

SMADA: (ignoring her) Well!  Former President Inas Ahcaba Volta dies on the eighth of June of an apple containing hemlock, while the press might probably tell the nation it was a heart attack. (pause) He was too old for sex, so he takes in Viagra, a large quantity of it.  But poison kills all.  Ha!  Idi Amin reincarnated, though a modernised version.

DANGE: Smada, please shut up about this.

SMADA: Mama, it is funny that you closed your eyes to your late husband’s glaring infidelity.

MRS. VOLTA: Son, what could I do?

SMADA: (coolly) You could do lots of things, mama.  Lots – of – things.  But you chose to do nothing.  Now that the tyrannical former Head of State of this noble country has died, what do you intend to do now?

NEERI: Smada, Daddy was not tyrannical.

SMADA: What are you saying, Neeri?  Why does he have to die after he has stashed over sixty-five billion rompees in the banks of foreign countries?

MRS. VOLTA: He did that to save our nation’s economy.

SMADA: And who in his right senses will believe that, mama?  Doesn’t that answer sound ridiculous to you?  He hanged Sir Nek Oras Awiw, who was a famous social critic and writer.  He injected and killed Sir Ray Auda who was the real father of late Miharbi Ahcaba Volta, and Sir Doohsom Aloiba who was the husband of late Madam Tariduk Aloiba.  He incarcerated Sir Opidalo Ayid because of assumed coup attempt, and he first of all kicked Sir Tsenre Nakenohs out of interim government in order to assume sweet power over this nation.  I always reserve the first for last. (pauses) His second-in-command, Sir Haimerej Inesu, is another wonderful human being.  He is a frequent visitor to this house, an ardent lover of women and a bastardiser of national geographical plans. (pauses) I can still tell you more about President Volta.  He was also the founder of the inhuman gun squad Strike Force, created with the nation’s money of course.

DANGE: (sternly) Smada!  That is enough coming from you!!  Restrain your tongue!!!

SMADA: And why should I, Dange?  Just look at you.  One more letter to your name and it would have spelt DANGER.  The S. S. S. is on you twenty-four hours a day, and yet you are a notorious scarlet woman.  And as for you, Neeri, I can only utter the biblical quotation of John 4:18, which says this: ‘You have been married to five men and the man you live with now is not really your husband.’

MRS. VOLTA: Keep quiet about this, Smada!  No one must know about this.

SMADA: Ha!  We are now in the fourth republic, mama.  Nugesulo Ojnasabo is now ruling us after the brief and profitable reign of Imalasludba Rakabuba.  This family cannot show its face in the public anymore.  It is as if we are under intense house arrest.  Everyone will certainly get to know about the tragedy of the Voltas.

NEERI: (disgusted) What can you say about yourself, Smada?  Nothing!  You are absolutely nothing more than a total wastrel with no future ambition.  You stand here, lashing you filthy, smelling tongue at us when you cannot even speak for yourself.  You are not even worthy to be a Volta.

(A dramatic pause.)

SMADA: Funny enough, Neeri, I am not even one.

DANGE: What!  What are you saying, Smada?

SMADA: Listen carefully.  My stepbrother, Trams, has told me everything I need to know about this Volta family.

MRS. VOLTA: Where is Trams?  He is supposed to be here, with his family.

SMADA: I don’t know.  He probably went out of sight.  Maybe he is not worthy to be in this family, too.  Anyway, that shouldn’t be any of your business. (pauses) Trams told me about Miharbi not being President Volta’s son.  Men, Miharbi died in a private aircraft crash and the press already smothered the nation with that piece of news.  Condolences came from nowhere, left and right.  Church masses were held for someone that was barely known, just to gain financial approval.  Even when mama turned fifty, the same nonsense happened again, all for the same goal – money.  We are doomed in this family!  Trams’ own mother is a prostitute.  Can you believe that!!  The wind has certainly exposed the anus of the fowl.

DANGE: Smada…

SMADA: Listen to me!  I am not President Volta’s son as well.  So, as soon as he discovered I was not his son, he did something very disgusting.  He sent his son Demmahom, Sergeant Sregor and La Ahpatsum to do a dirty job on me.  They drugged me and did it.  My blood was washed away and the following day, I woke up as if nothing had happened. (pauses) Mama, I am not a man anymore. (Everyone displays shock.) Yes.  I now drink too much.  You were right, Neeri.  I am a total wastrel with no future ambition.  My chances of being a father are…. are… forever wiped off from… from the face of this earth.

MRS. VOLTA: Oh my Lord!

NEERI: My God!  How could something like this happen to you?

SMADA: When I found out, I never forgave him.  Afterwards, Trams told me that he wasn’t even my father.  Damn, how happy I am that he is now dead!!

DANGE: I swear we did not know about this, Smada.  I swear to my God!

SMADA: Of course you didn’t know.  You couldn’t know.  You both were completely engrossed in your private and personal problems.  Sregor, Demmahom and La Ahpatsum are now presently in jail for the murder of Madam Tariduk, a crime committed more or less half a decade ago.  Am I correct?

(A weak nod from his sisters.)

MRS. VOLTA: (gets up with effort and pleads) Oh, Smada my son, I had no idea…

SMADA: Shut up, mama!  You knew, and as usual, you chose to do nothing.

MRS. VOLTA: (approaches him) Please, Smada, let us first mourn his death.

SMADA: Mama, I will not waste my time mourning someone who is not my father.  I want to know who my father is.

MRS. VOLTA: You are an ungrateful beast!  After all that your father and I…

SMADA: Mama, I am not his son and you know it!  You knew about this all along.  And what has that bastard done for me?  He took care of my education at one of the universities in Michigan, USA, and he once made me a reputable managing director in one of the budding oil companies in the country…after which he took my manhood, relieved me of my job and turned me into an incessant drunkard and drugster. (pauses) Now mama, I ask again, who is my father?

(Mrs. Volta, unable to bear the force of his words, faints to the floor.  Neeri and Dange rush to her aid.)

DANGE: You are very inconsiderate, Smada.  Mama is not well.  Can’t you see that?  She is not fit to hear such words from you.

SMADA: Oh really?  Well, she is paying for her age-long silence, as you can see.  Listen, mama, you can faint as many times as you like.  If you will not tell me who and where my real father is, I will certainly find that out by myself.  I don’t care if he is a beggar, a cripple, a gutter-cleaner, a plumber, or anything.  I will find him and I will be with him. (exits)

MRS. VOLTA: (weakly) Please, Smada, come back.

NEERI: Mama, he has gone.

MRS. VOLTA: Oh!  What have I done!

DANGE: (desperately) Neeri, we are done for!!

NEERI: (consoling) Don’t worry.  Everything will be alright.

MRS. VOLTA: (very weakly) N-N-Neeri.

NEERI: Mama, I am here.

MRS. VOLTA: I am so s-sorry… f-for everything. (dies)

NEERI: Mama, please don’t say that. (Silence) Mama. (Silence) Mama! (Silence.  Shakes her) Mama!!  Wake up, please!  Don’t leave us, too!  Please, mama!!

DANGE: Mama??  Mama!! (shakes her) No, please!!!

NEERI: It’s too late, Dange.  She has gone.

DANGE: (wails bitterly) Oh my God, no!  No!!

(The sisters weep bitterly.  Enters POLICEMAN.)

POLICEMAN: Good evening, misses.

NEERI: (wipes off tears) Yes, policeman.  What can I do for you?

POLICEMAN: This is the Volta’s residence, is it not?

NEERI: Yes, it is.

POLICEMAN: The wife of former President Volta is to come to court for questioning on the murder of Madam Tariduk.

NEERI: How come?

POLICEMAN: Well, her son Demmahom mentioned her name.  So, she will have to come down to the station with me and be there till the following day when she will face a witness trial.

NEERI: (sadly) I’m sorry, officer.

(The policeman goes in and crouches over Mrs. Volta’s body.)

POLICEMAN: What happened to her?

DANGE: (sorrowfully) She gave up.

POLICEMAN: Oh God! (stands up and shakes his head)

CURTAINS
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Aregbesola Deliver A Fantastic Speech

SPEECH BY THE GOVERNOR OF THE STATE OF OSUN, OGBENI RAUF AREGBESOLA, AT THE LUNCH OF AFRICA BUSINESS CLUB OF THE IMPERIAL COLLEGE BUSINESS SCHOOL, IMPERIAL COLLEGE, LONDON, ON SATURDAY JULY 16, 2016
SPEECH BY THE GOVERNOR OF THE STATE OF OSUN, OGBENI RAUF AREGBESOLA, AT THE LUNCH OF AFRICA BUSINESS CLUB OF THE IMPERIAL COLLEGE BUSINESS SCHOOL, IMPERIAL COLLEGE, LONDON, ON SATURDAY JULY 16, 2016
Protocols,
I am most pleased to be at this renowned academic institution, the Imperial College, for the launch of Africa Business Club and discuss a matter that is of utmost importance to the African continent. I will therefore like to thank the organisers, the African Business Club of Imperial College Business School, for the privilege of the invitation to this great meeting.
To begin with, Africa is a paradox of sort. Without being immodest, Africans are the remaining real human beings on earth. By this I mean in their essential humanity, having not been so tainted by human progress, which some have argued, quite paradoxically, as being responsible for the continent’s arrested development. However, this is false choice, for to argue like this is to say that being essentially human and being developed are mutually incompatible. But I digress.
I stated in a recent conference held at Redeemers University, an institution in my home state, Osun, that there are two conceptual Africas. The first is the Africa endowed with humongous human and material resources. The second is the largely underdeveloped Africa that mirrors a continent ravaged by slavery and colonialism, made desolate by wars, hunger, poverty and is the leading global aid recipient region.
Africa is said to be a young population, even with her 1.2 billion people, most of whom are young, with the potential of providing a huge market and a pool from which a vibrant labour force can be derived. These are critical elements of development. This is besides the abundant natural resources that make Africa one of the resource-richest regions of the world.
However, on the converse, while slavery and colonialism ravaged much of the world, including the Americas and Asia, until mid 20th Century, Africa had the worst experience from which she is yet to recover. Beyond language, no other part of the world still carries the scaring imprimatur of colonialism the way Africa does. While colonialism was an episode in Asia and the Americas, it was an epoch in Africa and has largely determined the trajectory of the continent since. This tragic phenomenon has been well documented as neo-colonialism.
Again, while the continent never fully recovered from its own internal combustion from inter-ethnic conflicts of the pre-colonial era, Africa’s conflagration has been accentuated by artificial partitioning by European powers in the late 19th Century. Even with independence, Africa has not had much peace, as it became the battle ground in proxy wars between the superpowers until the end of the Cold War.
Africa is still a hotbed of armed conflicts in the post Cold War era, with the continent deeply enmeshed in religious and civil wars. According to the National Interest, ‘In 2014, Africa experienced more than half of worldwide conflict incidents, despite having only about 16 percent of the world population. This is a slightly larger share of the world’s conflicts than even during the chaotic years of the post-Cold War 1990s’.
All these have arrested or slowed development in Africa and the statistics are not flattering. According to the World Bank estimate of GDP per capita in 2015, the average for sub-Saharan Africa is $1,571.3 compared to Middle East and North Africa’s $7,342.3, or EU’s $31,843.2, North America’s monstrous $54,580 and even the world’s average of $9995.6. Even the $1,571.3 average figure would appear deceptive if we consider that Seychelles, Equatorial Guinea, Gabon and Botswana recorded $25,439.92, $19,818.11, $17,053.47 and $16,578.59 respectively, with most countries in the bottom half recording less than $1,000 and those at the rock bottom registering less than $400.
By the account of the Organisation of Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD), Africa led the global begging troupe with a total aid outflow to Africa in 2013 at $46 billion, only followed by Asia in a distant second with $25 billion. From these grim statistics emerged the fact that one in two persons in Africa is poor. That is even on the average; it is worse in some places. But we don’t need academic statistics to know that there is poverty, ignorance and diseases in Africa.
Of course, we should by now be tired of asking the paradoxical question or wonderment on why Africa should be so blessed and the people are so poor. I believe that our meeting here should be part of the solution to unravelling this mystery. This is why the theme of our engagement here, ‘Using innovation to reengineer Africa’s development – moving from talk to action’ is most apt.
This speech is not a review of the challenges of development in Africa; it catches only the highlights. We might as well look into the most salient issues and see how we can bring innovation to address them.
Innovation is an important driver of growth and development. The economic, political, social and even entertainment leadership of the OECD countries in the world is as a result of their leadership in innovation. We see this in the creation and diffusion of new products, processes and methods. Their firms invest as much in the knowledge-based assets that drive innovation, such as software, databases, research and development, firm-specific skills and organisational capital.
The third edition of the Oslo Manual (OECD and Eurostat, 2005) defines innovation as the implementation of a new or significantly improved product (good or service) or process, a new marketing method, or a new organisational method in business practices, workplace organisation or external relations. An innovation must have novelty. This novelty can be to the firm, to the market or to the world. Sometimes, it can be a combination of some or all. Inventions like electricity, automobile, computer and, lately, applications, fit this bill.
Indeed, it will take an innovation to solve any problem. It stands against reason that a problem can be solved by repeating an approach, instrument and idea that hitherto failed, as we are always tempted to do. It is innovation, the bringing of something new into a situation, that brings change. In other words, change is innovation. Therefore, if you want to change a situation, bring innovation.
In looking at Africa’s development challenges, there is the need to identify the persistence of certain issues. The first problem is the disarticulation of Africa’s economy. Africa is the least economically integrated region in the world. This is best illustrated in the pattern of trade within the continent. According to the Economic Commission for Africa (ECA), in a 2015 report, only 14 percent of Africa’s total trade is within the continent. This implies that the remaining 86 per cent is with other regions. In contrast, North America’s internal trading is 61 per cent, EU is 62 per cent while Central America is 45 per cent. The reasons for this, according to United Nations Conference on Trade and Development (UNCTAD) is that Africa produces primary products and imports finished products which the continent does not produce.
This can be effectively addressed with switching from being producers of primary to secondary goods and adding values. Adding values creates a value chain that increases the momentum of development.
In our own little way, when our administration was inaugurated, we made a policy that all government’s purchases must be made within the state, except where it is absolutely necessary to do otherwise. This created a value chain that raised the economy of our state from bottom up and empowered people mostly in the grassroots, especially artisans. In a small way, that is innovation. If this should happen on a larger scale, continent wide, where most of government spending is retained locally, the result would be transformational in a very short time.
There have been several and far-reaching attempts at African integration. These are commendable. However, rather than geld the continent economically, they are dangerously going towards political integration. Specific attempts should be made, apart from the point I made earlier on adding value and transiting secondary producers, tariff and non tariff barriers to trade in the continent should be removed. There has to be a creative ways of doing this. It is disheartening that more economic interaction is done informally than is done formally because of tariff and non-tariff hindrances.
One other factor is non-competitiveness in Africa’s economy. A 2015 competitiveness report by the World Bank laments that Africa’s economy is the least competitive globally and has remained in the same position for 15 years. The various causes of these include absence of innovation and poor productivity. I believe these two are mutually reinforcing.
Even in agriculture which is the main occupation in Africa, productivity has been very low. While Nigeria and much of Africa are leading producers of cassava for instance, the traditional yield per hectare has been around 10 tonnes while global average in 2010 was put at 12.5 tonnes. However, India’s average yield in 2010 was 34.8 tonnes per hectares. If Africa can double her food output from cultivating the same land size as she currently does, it is possible to eliminate hunger from the continent. But this will require innovation in crop science, mechanisation, improved inputs and agriculture entrepreneurship. The knowledge base has to be widened and scientific findings have to be brought to (and applied by) the farmers. Regrettably, much of agriculture practices in Africa are still primitive.
One interesting cause of low productivity is poor health, especially caused by malaria. It has been established that malaria cuts productivity in Africa by as much as 40 per cent. It is a major cause of poverty, just as it is also a product of poverty. There should be an innovative way of eliminating malaria and other common diseases that debilitate health and reduce productivity in Africa. Simultaneous antimalaria treatment of all persons and destruction of vectors in a continent wide exercise have become necessary; a clear departure from the old practice of haphazard treatment that consistently generate drug resistant strains of the notorious plasmodium falciparum.
There is also the urgent need to bring innovation to agriculture for farm produce to be converted into secondary products. For instance, our foods have remained the same from time immemorial. It is the same type of foods we derive from our crops in the past that we still do now. Nutritionists and food scientists should find better uses for our crops. For instance, coconut in some parts of the world has become big business, with candies, cosmetics, medicine and animal feeds providing an industry that is geometrically bigger than the old practice of just cracking the hard shell and eating the nut.
There should also be specialisation, as way of increasing competitiveness and shore up the volume of trade within the continent. There are some places in Africa, in the eastern and central parts, countries like Zambia, Uganda and Kenya that are good in meat production. They can and should be made to specialise in producing the meat for the continent. There are other food items in which other countries have comparative advantages. A system of interdependence should be built around the strengths and needs of the countries of Africa.
The primary engine of development is education. This is where innovation is most needed. A functional system of education that develops and put to use the creativity of the people of Africa is urgently needed.
I conceive of education as the preparation and development of worthy citizens for the immediate society and the world at large. Education is that infrastructure of the mind that develops our youths to become models of good character, innovation and competence. This is what we call Omoluabi in Yoruba.
Omoluabl is the epitome of virtue. An Omoluabi persona is honest, courageous and rational; one who excels in character, innovation and competence. The educated person is well connected to his or her culture and heritage. Everything he/she does with others, the society, family and friends is driven by the desire to live and demonstrate good deeds. It is only when we interrogate this definition that we can know if we are meeting the objectives of education.
Education in Africa has not been an engine of development, rather, it is a system of social stratification where bland certificates are issued in order to separate the political and economic elites from the others. This is one of the factors responsible for poor productivity. Those who have certificates without the requisite skills cannot drive enterprise. They only see their certification as entitlement to privileges. Education therefore is not harnessing Africa’s brain for her development.
We see, sadly, how Africa’s vast human resources are tapped and brushed by other parts of the world and deployed for their own development. For instance, a report in the late 1980s put the population of Nigerian trained medical doctors in United States to be around 5,000. It should more than that today, if it has not doubled. Invariably, the tendency is for the brightest and the best to be sucked into the Euro-American development vortex, in what has been infamously dubbed ‘brain-drain’. Africa’s educational and research institutions should be innovative to be able to attract and retain the continent’s best brains.
The universities and research institutions should in the real sense begin to provide idea leadership. Contemporary issues and challenges should be the focus of research. Too often we see a gap between academic output and societal challenges. There should be workable academic solutions to the challenges of food shortage, housing shortage, unemployment and other ills of our society. These ideas should be clear departures from orthodoxies and failed attempts at solving the problems ab initio. In other words, there should be innovation.
We should be worried for instance that there are faculties of agriculture and even specialised universities of agriculture with full complement of professors. This is against the stark reality of hunger and food shortage in the continent. Research should not be for the purpose of obtaining promotion and academic chairs after which the papers begin to gather dust in some shelves. A template should be developed to convert research into practice.
Also, in light of the seminal works of Prof Babatunde Fafunwa, we should also consider the medium of teaching, which has remained the English language, French, Portuguese and possibly Arabic. Our children are not being taught in their mother tongue. The process of translating thought in English to Yoruba or any other indigenous language takes a long time. It takes not less than 25 years to be able to reason in English. Sometimes, some scientific concepts in foreign language are never understood, even when we pass examinations on them with flying colours.
Education received the greatest attention and resources from our administration. One of our first tasks was to convene an education summit, headed by the Nobel Laureate, Prof Wole Soyinka. That summit produced the blueprint of our education reforms. In a state of roughly four million people, we embarked on an ambitious programme of building from scratch 100 elementary schools, 50 middle schools and 20 high schools. Each of these schools has a capacity for 600 pupils, with the high school being a three in one, each designed and equipped to sustain 1000 pupils. These new public schools soon began to displace private schools.
We provided a stand-alone e-learning tablet, which we named ‘Opon Imo’ (tablet of knowledge), for final year students in public schools, in share display of creativity. This tablet contains all the recommended 56 textbooks by the three examination bodies for senior school certificate examinations in Nigeria. It contains also past questions of these bodies, a virtual classroom, extracurricular zone and the themes of Yoruba traditional religion. This tablet was the saving grace in a year when teachers went on strike for eight months and did not prepare the final year students for their examinations.
We also pioneered in a sense, the home grown school feeding programme (OMEALS), in which sumptuous meals are provided for 252,000 elementary school pupils on every school day. We say ‘in a sense’ because the programme had existed in an attenuated form prior to our coming, but our administration gave it a new identity and prominence. Because of its success in Osun, it has now been nationally adopted by the Federal Government. Earlier in the week, our state organised a national induction for other states understudying the programme, preparatory to implementing it in their own states. I have also been invited to the British Parliament to share our experience with the world.
The interesting aspect of this programme, as it relates with innovation, is that it is integrated with our agriculture policy and local empowerment. Under it, 3000 community based caterers were employed, trained and assisted financially to set up. Also, to be able to feed these pupils, 15,000 whole chickens, 254,000 eggs, 35 heads of cattle and 400 tonnes of catfish are purchased weekly from farmers and food vendors. This has kept the farmers in profitable business and even attracted other youths to farming.
In keeping with the original objective of making the programme home grown, the O’MEALS has an input supply chain that is linked to our various agricultural development projects. Consequently, our Osun Fisheries Out-growers Production Scheme (OFOPS) provide the catfish used for the school feeding programme while Osun Broilers Out-growers Programme (OBOPS) provide part of the chickens.
Another innovation we brought to governance is the engagement of two tranches of 20,000 youths in public works. They were not given permanent employment but engaged as volunteers and given a monthly allowance. They were eventually given soft landing in the various empowerment schemes of the government in agriculture and information communication technology. In less than two years of taking the youths off the streets, crime rate in the state dropped to rock bottom. It also reflated the local economy since the N200 million monthly allowances given to them percolated into the grassroots. It is government money well spent.
The programme has since been adopted by the World Bank and introduced nationally in a modified form. Again, the blueprint for national implementation was provided by our administration. It is to be imagined what a programme like this can achieve in a continent-wide basis if most of the unemployed youths are mopped off the streets and put in a place of self development while carrying out public works.
African governments must also introduce innovations into public administration in order to increase their revenue base, reduce the cost of governance and bring effectiveness. A simple policy of e-payment doubled our revenue from N300 million to N600 million, when we directed that all government’s revenues through taxes, fines, levies and dues be paid directly into government accounts in the banks, and not through middlemen or directly to any government agency again.
On a final note, let me say that we don’t have to reinvent the wheel again. We can take the principles that brought development for others and modify them to our peculiar circumstances and needs in a most innovative way.
Let me conclude on a positive note. In place of Afro-pessimism and Afrocentric inspired optimism, we should develop an Afro-realism with a little optimistic outlook. The democratic ferments in Africa, emanating from increased understanding by people that government, the basis of its composition and by extension, the policies it embarked upon, must be derived from the consent of the people and; secondly, the diffusion of developments in other places continues to put pressure on leaders. This brings a glimmer of hope. This hope should be watered and nurtured into concrete action that will bear the fruits of the desired development.
There are already surfeits of predictions that Africa has the greatest potential for growth and empirical evidence that she has a very favourable return on investment and may soon overtake Asia.
I thank the Africa Business Club once again for the invitation and wish this association great success in its mission of development for our continent.
I thank you
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what can be imported and sold

What Can Be Imported and Sold...
The list is unlimited. You can import virtually any good you feel their will be/ there are demand for. The list include but not limited to:
1 Phones (Blackberry, android phones etc)
2 phone Memory card
3. Phone accessories (case, porch, ear piece, charger etc)
4. Laptops
5. Laptop accessories (laptop bags, anti-virus, flash drives etc)
6. Smart phones
7. Bags
8. Suits
9. Ladies Sandals
10 Male Sandals
11 Hair Clippers
12 Shoes
13 Belts
14 Computer Accessories
15 Flash Drives
16 External DVD drive
17 Ties
18 Wrist watches
19 Motor spare parts
20 Apple products like iphone, ipad, ipod, Macbook, etc.
21 Designer T-shirts
22 External DVD drive
23 Children clothes
24 Digital Cameras
25 phone Batteries
26 Chargers
27 Uk phones
28. Tablet pc
29. Android phone
30. Phone screen guide
31. Brazilian, Mexican, Indian Hairs
32. Jewelries  
  for more details contact mr excel on 08136611960
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