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How Ojukwu Joined The Army

"HOW I JOINED THE NIGERIAN ARMY: "As a private, as a
recruit. The thing is
not playing down my qualifications. No. I decided to join, I
sent in my
papers. I think it was MacPherson, the governor-general at
time, who
then called my father on the phone in
Lagos and said; "Come here, I've got something interesting to
show
you." So my father went. You can imagine his shock when my
application
to join the armed forces was put before him, He didn't know
what to do
with it or how to take it. It came to both of them that the
answer was
actually to frustrate it. I think you know actually how these
conversations go. And that was why the army, at the point of
my entry,
refused to recognize my qualifications. Well, if you want to
join the
army by all means, come and be a recruit like everybody else.
And they
thought that I would say no. Oh, we are going to shave your
head; okay
go ahead, shave it, you are going to queue for your food; that
I hated.
So I didn't bother to eat there. Luckily for me, my mother was
in Zaria,
so I could go to her house and eat or they could send food to
me the
depot. Little things like that purely to frustrate me but it was
purely
the wrong line when you are dealing with me. Because once
you do that, I
then want to show you that you are not the almighty. So, as it
happened
again, I joined the army with everybody trying to frustrate me;
there I
was, I went in as a recruit, stayed; did my little chores. I
reached a
stage of going out to town in uniform and so on. I suppose
this will
make again for some amusement; I was then finally taken
into a squad
where they were trying to see which of us could become non-
commissioned
officer and we were learning about the rifle I remember. This
came in
the usual theme: "My lesson this morning is to teach you the
subject,
the stripping and the assemblage of the rifle." And then you
start with
rehearsal: "This is a rifle." "What is this?" You put up your
hand and
say butt. "Good, sit down." "What is this?" You say barrel. And
then
points out something like this, "What is this?" nobody could
say
anything. Then I put up my hand. "Yes, you?" safety catch.
"Damn fool,
you sabi nothing." So I kept quiet and sat down. And then he
started
going until somebody put up -his hand. Yes? "Saplica." He
said "good."
So I said no, there is no such word in English language. And
he said,
"You damn fool, get to the guard-room." Left right, left right. I
was
marched into the guard-room. So, I had this rather rare
distinction of
being charged with not being able to speak English. It was at
that point
actually that the adjutant so found it so funny he called in the
second
in command and they laughed over it. And then he called the
commanding
officer; have you heard this? This is funny?" The sergeant was
asked to
leave; and then I sat with them. They said "sit down, what
happened?”
And I told them. Everybody laughed and laughed and laughed.
That was the
last time I actually functioned as a soldier. Because from that
moment,
the commanding officer gave me special duties in his house
and I was
taking his family to shopping and helping them with little
things. That
was how I spent the rest of my days in the depot. And it was
there that I
was recommended to become an officer. And then I went on."
~ Dim Emeka
Ojukwu [from The Biafra Story - Interview with NewsWatch
magazine of 28
September 1992]"

Wilmer Mclean Just Couldn't Outrun The Civil War

Wilmer McLean was an unwilling eyewitness to what his
fellow Southerners called the War for State’s Rights. He
was a retired grocer who just wanted to live quietly at
Yorkshire, his Manassas Junction estate. But one of the
first shots in what would become the first major battle of
the war was fired at Yorkshire. Casualties were tended in
his barn. McLean had had enough of the war and when
the Confederates finally left his property, he moved 300
kilometers (200 mi) south to a little village known as
Appomattox Court House (pictured above). Two years
later, McLean’s home was again in the center of a
Confederate army, this one helmed by Robert E. Lee. And
in April 1865, history—though thankfully not a cannonball
—landed in McLean’s parlor as Lee surrendered his
legendary Army of Northern Virginia to Ulysses S. Grant,
essentially ending the war.
The Whole Bushel
Wilmer McLean was born in 1814 in Alexandria County,
which, at the time, was in the District of Columbia instead
of Virginia. McLean was a successful wholesale grocer in
Alexandria until he married the wealthy widow Virginia
Hooe Mason in 1853. The new Mrs. McLean had three
daughters and owned the Yorkshire plantation near
Manassas Junction, Virginia. The five of them moved to
Yorkshire, and Wilmer retired his grocery to become a
country squire and supervise the estate and its 14 slaves.
The McLeans had two more children by 1857, the same
year that Wilmer’s youngest stepdaughter, Sarah died.
The Yorkshire estate was 1,200 acres in size and several
roads ran through or near the property. Some of them
crossed Bull Run Creek, and one was named McLean Ford
after the owners. Others led to the railroad junction for
which the nearby town was named. One of the additions
Wilmer made to his property was a massive stone barn.
When war consumed the nation, Wilmer was 46, too old
to join the Confederate Army. So the Confederate Army
came to Wilmer. In May 1861, General P.G.T. Beauregard
formed his army along Bull Run to check any Yankee
advance on Richmond. Several regiments camped on or
near Yorkshire and Camp Wigfall was built on the
southern portion of the property. General J.R. Jones
constructed earthworks to protect McLean Ford east of
Yorkshire’s main house. General James Longstreet
protected Blackburn’s Ford due north of the house.
The Yankees marched straight at Beauregard’s army and
when they arrived at Bull Run on July 18, 1861, they
probed the Confederate defenses at Blackburn’s Ford.
Beauregard commandeered McLean’s house as his
headquarters, and the Yankees could see him riding
around Yorkshire. They decided to lob a cannonball at the
HQ. The ball struck McLean’s chimney and fell down it
into the kitchen fireplace. The McLean’s were preparing
lunch for General Beauregard when the cannonball landed
in a kettle of stew, splattering it everywhere. “The comical
effect of this artillery fight,” Beauregard wrote in his diary,
“was the destruction of the dinner of myself and staff.”
Casualties from the Blackburn’s Ford skirmish were
treated in McLean’s barn and Beauregard draped a yellow
hospital flag on the side of the barn to deter further
cannonballs from flying their way. Whether they didn’t see
the flag or mistook it for a Confederate flag, the Blue
Bellies shelled the barn and the wounded had to be
moved.
Three days later, the entire Union army came across Bull
Run Creek striking Beauregard’s left flank. With the help
of reinforcements who arrived in the nick of time,
Beauregard beat and humiliated the Yankees in the first
large-scale battle of the war: the First Battle of Bull Run or
Manassas.
After the battle, the Confederates remained on the
property and used the barn as a hospital and the house
and outbuildings used as quarters for the surgeons and
staff. Mrs. McLean and the kids left to live elsewhere, but
Wilmer stayed behind, working as a civilian for the
Confederate Quartermaster. Using his contacts and
experience as a grocer, he expedited foodstuffs to the
troops at Manassas.
By early 1862, however, Wilmer was disillusioned with the
Confederates. The soldiers were constantly damaging his
property. When the army finally moved out in March,
Wilmer rejoined his family. He had had enough of the war.
And, when the two sides again fought over turf near
Yorkshire in the Second Battle of Bull Run or Manassas in
August 1862, it was clear that if they stayed near
Manassas Junction, the war would keep coming to their
doorstep. So they decided to move 300 kilometers (200
mi) south to a property at a quiet crossroad village named
Appomattox Court House in 1863.
For two years, the McLeans didn’t hear the thump of
cannon or smell the stench of wounded men. Then on
April 9, 1865, Wilmer again found himself among the
soldiers of the Army of Northern Virginia, now
commanded by General Robert E. Lee. For seven days,
Lee and his great army had been running west, chased by
Union forces under General Ulysses S. Grant. Grant had
finally surrounded Lee at Appomattox Court House.
That morning, one of Lee’s aides approached Wilmer and
asked him if he knew of a building with a large meeting
room. Wilmer showed him a vacated home, but the aide
rejected it because it did not have furniture. Wilmer then,
reluctantly, offered his own parlor.
Lee arrived at the McLean house at 1:00 PM in a crisp,
clean uniform. Grant arrived a short time later, still in his
muddy, wrinkled blues. The two generals talked for 25
minutes in McLean’s parlor before they discussed the
terms of Lee’s surrender. A few minutes later, the terms
were signed and the war was all but over.
As soon as the generals rode away, the McLeans were
offered money for the desks and chairs used in the
historical moment. When he refused, the furniture was
taken anyway. Even a rag doll owned by one of the
McLean daughters was whisked away as a souvenir.
Upholstery was shredded and sold.
Wilmer supposedly told reporters that “the war started in
my front yard and ended in my parlor.”

Fate of The Man Who Proposed Continental Drift

Alfred Wegener wasn’t a geologist, but he was
responsible for developing the idea of continental drift.
The idea ruined him, as mainstream science took aim at
him for manufacturing or outright ignoring evidence and
publishing his ludicrous theories. For years, his served as
a cautionary tale to young scientists on why theories too
extreme were nothing more than pseudoscience; Wegener
tragically died before the academic world realized that he
was right.
The Whole Bushel
There are plenty of scientific theories that you might think
of as earth-shattering, revolutionary, or controversial, but
the idea of continental drift probably isn’t on the short list.
It seems pretty obvious today, but when a German
meteorologist first proposed it, he paid for it.
Alfred Wegener was the first to notice that the continents
fit together like puzzle pieces—pieces that had been
dropped and chewed on a bit by a dog, perhaps, but
pieces nonetheless. He had more than just a map that
looked like it might go together, too. He cited the
presence of the same types of plant and animal fossils in
South America as there were in Africa, and he also
outlined rock formations that seemed to go together,
along with the same types of rocks, sediment, and
formations.
The whole thing started in December 1910, when a friend
of Wegener’s had been given a new atlas. It was then that
he noticed the similarities in the coastlines, but he didn’t
officially present his theory until two years later in a
lecture to the Geological Association in Frankfurt,
Germany.
It went completely unnoticed.
Wegener went off to fight in World War I, and while he
was in hospital recuperating from his wounds, he wrote a
book on his findings. It was the book that quite literally
shook the geological world to its foundation.
Part of the problem was that his findings absolutely
negated those of a University of Chicago geologist named
Thomas Chamberlin. Popular in the scientific community,
Chamberlin had been elevated to a place alongside the
likes of Galileo by his colleagues. In other words, he could
certainly do no wrong. And he thought that the Earth was
formed just the way it was right then. Continents were
fixed in place, and the idea that they could move was just
ludicrous.
Wegener was attacked from all sides. German scientists
stood alongside American and British ones to condemn
the theory and write it off as the insane ramblings of a
man with absolutely no credentials, schooling, or
education in the geological field. (He was a university
lecturer and experienced Arctic explorer, but that didn’t
count for much.)
He was accused of nothing short of making up evidence
to support his outlandish claims, and of ignoring the facts
and just making up theories fairly irresponsibly. He was a
purveyor of “Germanic pseudo-science” according to one
critic, and the fiercest (or at least, most outspoken) of
those critics was Chamberlin the younger.
Wegener died in 1930. A colleague had made a grievous
error, and Wegener was forced to make a trip across
Greenland, in November, to make a supply delivery to
some of his researchers. His career in meteorology had
been more successful than his career in geology, but he
died on the way back.
His body was found by later explorers. He never knew
that, decades later, science would prove him right.
That wasn’t until the 1960s, though, and for a long time,
continental drift wasn’t just forgotten about, it was
avoided. Wegener’s work was a cautionary tale, given to
newcomers in the field, along with a warning about what
happens to scientists that overstep accepted theory. In
fact, in World War II, there was another salvo of brutal
attacks fired at the idea. But in the end, he was right.

Buhari Isn't Computer Literate- Mimiko

The South West zonal coordinator of President Goodluck
Campaign Organisation, Olusegun Mimiko, on Monday,
said the presidential candidate of the All Progressives
Congress, APC, Muhammadu Buhari, cannot be president
of the country because he is a computer illiterate.
Addressing supporters of the Peoples Democratic Party,
PDP, at the party’s presidential campaign rally in Ibadan,
the Oyo State capital, Mr. Mimiko, who is also the
governor of Ondo State, said Nigerians were looking for a
well-educated president who would drive development in
the country.
“
They don’t belong to this generation. Some of them
cannot even click a computer yet they want to be
president in Nigeria in 21st century. We say no. we
say no, I don’t have much to say. We want a 21st
century compliant president,” he said as the crowd
cheered

They Went To Church After Sex.

My boyfriend and I drove to
church one Sunday. I had gone to
his house on Friday from work; I
hadn’t visited him for a very long
time. Gosh! It was one of the
wildest weekends I have ever
witnessed.
From that Friday night, the only
break we had from the sheets
were times we had our meals and
a couple other times.
On Sunday, we got into church as
usual. We sang and danced like
every other worshipper.
My boyfriend and I were all
‘touchy touchy’; he would whisper
something into my ears and I
would whisper too. What looked
like Sunday as usual took a
different turn when our pastor
mounted the podium. His sermon
was titled “First Love”; he was
preaching how we related with
God the first time we gave our
lives to Christ.
He kept mentioning all the things
Christians do these days without
any sense of guilt.
He turned to a corner of the hall
and said “I can tell you for certain
that some of you came to church
today straight from your
boyfriends’ bedrooms.” The part
of the hall he was pointing at
happened to be where we sat.
“Somebody there, you are looking
at me now; you came to church
from your boyfriend’s house.”
The whole congregation was
quiet; everyone listened to the
pastor with a straight face.
At the end of the sermon, pastor
made an ‘altar call’; “bow down
your head and close your eyes”
he commanded.
“If you know you purposely lied
or deceived someone or you
committed fornication this week
come to the altar.” It was a very
fiery sermon. More than half of
the church emptied to the altar.
“Do not wait for anybody; do not
look at your partner especially if
your sin partner is there with
you.”
I squeezed Fred’s hand, hoping
he would jump to his feet and
lead the way to the altar. He did
not move. I left him there and
walked down to the altar.
After prayers, I returned to my
seat only to find out Fred was not
there. I reached for my seat and
sat down. On looking up, I saw
him returning from the altar.
Back in the house, we both
looked like fowls thoroughly
beaten in the rain. Before I left
his house that evening, we
resolved we were going to abstain
from sex until we have tied the
knot.