Truths and Deeds!

Often, the question of tax payment usually dominates discussions relating to revenue generation at the federal, state and local government levels. This is because tax is the most reliable source of revenue generation to the government. And in principle, it is the tax payers’ money that is usually used for developing the infrastructural systems that the society benefits from. For example, the provision of education, health cares service and other social amenities. Tax is a compulsory levy imposed by the government on the income, capital of its citizens for the purpose of raising revenue. Its imposition is of course, backed by law. As such, tax education plays a very vital role in the scheme of things. Most people have no idea what tax is, or why it is an imposed levy, the benefits and advantages of tax. In Benue state, the government has adopted an approach that seeks to constantly put the issue of tax in the news. Radio Talk Shows have been aired, interactive programmes like the

Knowledge and skill acquired is everything. This is a belief that I subscribe to given its relevance to me and probably many other people out there. A few years ago, what began as a brief holiday economic activity, spanned over a 3-year stretch and has put me in a position where I can rightly say I earned. In 2013, a few others and I worked with some expatriates under a company called Acciona Producciones y Diseno from Spain, contracted to equip the Olusegun Obasanjo Presidential Library (OOPL) main building with Audio/Visual Operating System, Glass Shelves for mounting Artefacts and also to install the Lighting System. At the time, it was about making some extra cash; this expectation was eventually replaced with the need to learn and apply something new. And truly, the experience gained from working with these APD guys over the cause of three years has provided a job option as an Audio/Visual Technician in 2016. It should interest everyone reading this to note th

Night fell in my room too. Somewhere in the stillness of the after-hours, amidst the chipping of insects and humming of birds and night sounds, I could almost hear other sounds echoing and carrying everywhere. As though standing in a quagmire, the image of a broken surface surrounded me. In my near wakeful entrapment, I felt myself falling. I struggled hard, terrified for a time, and came fully awake. As my heart steadied, I was certain, the source of this alien experience was born from the stories told of gathering debris in neglected communities, all day, every day.  In the news blaring here and there, there was evidence that large pieces of the peduncle of Africa were disappearing. The reporters erected the statue of a grim-faced phenomenon, that has left our people with realities of strife.  I chewed this truth in my heart a little longer and swallowed hard. It was bitter. I knew that the helm was made up of a rich assemble of so-called intellectuals who have failed to sen