I THANK YOU OH SADISTIC GOD

(Our friend "controversy" has just notified me of his decision to leave the blog. Apparently, there has been pressure from family and friends. He has been ordered to cease "posting/writing" so he shall be leaving the blog. He is not able to write a farewell post as any more posts might put him into deeper wahala. Furthermore, I and the other blog authors have decided to move the blog to a new URL. *truth-don-die.blogspot.com*. We will move to this URL come tuesday of next week) *Blasphemy*

(Now back to Enoch's post)

Let us use this opportunity to first thank God for its mercies.

While pondering why I had no ideas for today's post, I remembered Cornelius. My very first puppy as a kid. You see, I was such an evil little brat. At one point I even made an attempt to cook Cornelius alive in a makeshift pot! Well, that was a one time wicked act, but what I did pretty often involved getting the marble hallway wet with soapy water and then placing a bowl of food on the opposite end from Cornelius. I used to get a kick out of watching him knock his head around as he stumbles while running to the bowl. And when he got to it, I'll take the bowl to the other end. I wanted to feed a cruel psychological need just because I could.

I can see why as a kid It will be easy to miss the irony of my sadistic ways. I knew and thought little about the nature of our existence but now I can clearly see the correlation between my evil and God's sadism. Its almost like I can hear her snickering to herself in a Dr. evil kind of pose. "I'll create man and give him a full spectrum of consuming urges and I'll punish him for submitting to them."

Haven't got too many questions today. I'll just like the prayer warriors amongst us to say a thing or two about why; "God" gives us a brain and punishes for not having faith? Gives us a sexual drive and punishes for premarital sex? Gives us a lustful heart and yet condemns lust. The list of carnal longings is a long one.

In a way it is worse than Cornelius and I. It is more akin to my creating the dog and giving him a compelling longing for food solely for the purpose of entertaining myself with his soapy stumbles. Religious books might make it seem like God is trying to get us to some higher level of restraint abi spiritual maturity out of her love for us but I bet Cornelius felt the same too. No one knows if she is just ROTFLHFAO watching us struggle. Feeding a cruel psychological need just because she can. I say that's artfully sadistic.

THE CYCLE OF SADISM THAT GOES ON IN OUR BOARDING SCHOOLS IN NIGERIA!! PART ONE

                                    
Before I continue, last night I went to see "Tyler Perry's I can do bad all by myself" movie. It was an awesome movie and I recommend it to everybody. Mary J Blige was on point and all the actors where on point as well. Madea was as funny as ever lol and the bible jokes in that movie had me cracking up.

Anywayz to the main story. I and my friend where just discussing about how in Boarding High Schools in Nigeria, there are a lot of mean spirited human beings living in such schools. They might have arrived there innoncent and sweet, but they left there with a heart of stone lol. I will give you  anectedotes to prove my point. I personally went to a High School in Nigeria that had both male and females. I know some of you probably went to an All boys school, or all girls boarding school. All in all, the sadism is the same in every boarding school so you all will be able to identify with this story. All the day students, who never got the oppurtunity to experience the joy of boarding school. I say to you, SHAME ON THEE!! For my fellow boarders, feel free to share some of your favorite memories. Today, I will start by telling the story of what befell me as a Junior in JSS1 which some people will recognise as form one, JSS1 in yankee terms is known as 7th Grade.

JSS1 - I was a junior, the lowest of the lowest lol, one day a senior who I shall term "Heartless" asked me to hold his sneakers for him while he went to play Basketball with another pair of sneakers. Apparently his stupid ass was to lazy to go back upstairs to drop the other pair of sneakers.Anywayz, I held the damn thing for him, but true to form I soon got distracted and went to join my mates to play soccer. A good 30 mins later, "Heartless" calls me and asks for his sneakers, I point to the bench where I had left them and to my utmost shock they were no longer there. I almost had three heartattacks(I later found out that "Heartless" had taken the sneakers and hidden them but sought to teach me a lesson for leaving them out in the open in the first place). Anywayz, heartless then asked me to match up to my room with him, told me to place my hands on the bunk bed and he proceeded to whip out this beautiful, leather defined belt. He told me he was going to give me 12 lashes on the back, and that if I removed my hand from the bunkbed where my hands were placed, that he would start over. (Being the agbaya that I am, I thought I could chest the whole thing). The first lash landed on my back, and I almost ran out of the room, the other boys caught me and brought me back to the room and true to form "Heartless" started all over again as he had promised. At the end of the day, my back could testify to 48 lashes and my eyes were tired out from crying my life away, all the tears that came out from my eyes that day could fill two buckets. So as I was walking out of the room with "Heartless" by my side, I saw the Housemaster walking towards us and I thought (this would be a perfect time to snitch on this bagger and let Housemaster dish out the same flogging I got to this heartless bagger). Housemaster saw me crying and asked me, what happened to you. I told him about the flogging I had received from Heartless who was still standing next to me and Housemaster asked Heartless what I did, Heartless responded by letting Housemaster know that I had disobeyed his orders. Housemaster right in front of me, "shrugged" and went to his own apartment. I almost had my 4th heart attack of the day, here I was expecting Housemaster to side with me and flog heaven/hell out of "Heartless" and the useless man simply shrugged and went into his apartment. That day was a pivotal moment in my life. Infact, after that day, I took it upon myself never ever to snitch on anybody in authority, because I realised that one day to I would be a senior and yes I would flog another helpless Junior and that Junior also would seek to snitch on me, and I indeed would want the Housemaster to give the same "shrug" after the Junior had reported me. "The strong do what they can, the weak endure what they must" was my motto for life.. On that day, I represented the "weak" and Heartless represented the "strong".

And anybody who was a product of boarding schools in Nigeria, will remember that every Junior, every single Junior always said this exact same thing. "When I become a senior, I am going to take out my revenge on all the juniors. Why should I be the only one to suffer, let them suffer as I did when I was a junior"  With this same mentality, they all go on to be sadistic in their manner of dishing out punishments.  And this my friends, is the "cycle of Sadism" that goes on in Nigerian Boarding Schools all across the nation. TO BE CONTINUED!!! (WATCH OUT FOR - THE CYCLE OF SADISM THAT GOES ON IN BOARDING SCHOOLS IN NIGERIA PART TWO)

BY CONROVERSY.