Saturday 7 September 2019

Our Startng Experience - Team Moscow 

For most of us, our startng journey began with a tweet from Mark Essien of Hotels.ng. Uncle Mark had done a great job with hotels.ng securing international investment of about $1.5 million for the company, so when Uncle Mark speaks, we listen. However, there is nothing in a caterpillar that tells it, it's going to be a butterfly - this has been our experience at Team Moscow.

In the beginning, many of us joined to just see what this techy people do, I mean it would be cool to be one of them and may be have a start up too someday. Some of us joined with the plan to just coast along and get the grades and get to the glorious main internship; then there was the select few of us, the Professors who saw this as a money heist, they came prepared and their goal was to become the next Mark Zuckerberg or at the very least claim the $1 million reward put up by Apple for anyone who could hack the new iPhone. 

When the doors to pre-internship finally opened, Chaos!!! Everyone  was rattled. It was 10,000 voices wanting to be heard at the same time. Rules? What rules? We broke and tore up everyone of them, if they were landmines, we would all be dead by now, even the control room with all our precious mentors would not have been spared. But our mentors - the elders, led by President xyluz, are so wise, they had done this for 5 seasons and expected our barbaric behaviour, so they took us out before we killed ourselves and then some semblance of calm returned. This was the hunger games and the mentors watched with glee from the control room. 

The first ones to land on their feet were the Professors, the most skilled of us who wanted to impress the elders by all means and just kept throwing in all the wrong terms much to the amazement of our elders who in their wisdom helped quel all our confusion and taught us just the right thing to set us going again. The crispy newbies came in tiptoeing around, cautious not to expose that they didn't honestly understand what in God's name we were to work on - they would have asked for a refund, but the programme is free, sigh. We also had stabilizers, some of us who came in ready to contribute sweat and sleep to move forward.

By the end of Task 2, the elders threw in a surprise! 120 of you will now become Team Moscow and work as a group! This was great news to the newbies who were glad for the cover of a team and sad news for the Professors who wondered how to carry everyone else along but again we declare our elders are wise for this is what they did - Although, we were now a group, we still had individual tasks and the group could not be graded without the submissions of all the individual tasks. No one could hide and we were forced to work together and help one another for the greater good.

There was no way we were going to transfer chaos into our brand new Team Moscow, so first, we elected team leads, that was one thing everyone agreed on at least - order. Brethren, once we had order, the magic began, we were able to work together to birth our group project, ANCORA - A nonprofit organisation that provides education to less privileged children through support from individuals, corporations, government and international organisations.

From the front end, to the backend, and all its complexities to the flutterwave api to the different time zones and then the sleepless nights, oh the sleepless nights we all endured; our able team lead ensured to get the group buy-in to ensure we were all carried along.

We worked tirelessly and seamlessly as a group and also individually, it was like a perfectly coordinated orchestra, can you hear the harmony?

As the doors close to pre-internship, we have no idea what the future of internship holds but the privilege of being a part of something great is an experience we will never forget. 

Thank you Flutterwave, Startng and HngInternship.

Monday 24 November 2014

The Setting Sun

I bade
the setting sun goodbye
as he bathe me
in his orange glow
he whispered words
into my ears
of hope
and a tomorrow bright and clear
he smiled at me
the setting sun
and told me
bedtime is nigh
he left promises
of little pink clouds
and set the moon
my night to guide
his eyes are closed
his warmth is gone
goodnight setting sun
I would see you at dawn....
                                               ...eDriiz
Tell the peacock
that pride doesn't pay
its arrogant display of colorful feathers
would soon land it
in my pot of soup
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SHAKARA (A poem written in pidgin english)


Vero
I still dey remember that time when we small
when nah pant you dey use dey waka
you and Rukevwe go dey play hide and seek
for our backyard that time

Vero
nah me and you been dey do mummy and daddy
you remember?
that time under our dinning table
wey we dey do wetin we no understand
all we know na say the play take style sweet

Vero
nah me oo
that time wey Fraiyo beat you for school
wey I mumu go form Van Damme
dem panel beat my body
wey for three weeks i no fit tanda sef

Vero
so na me you come dey form for
unto say you don enter school
and me still dey hustle for here
you come dey follow me dey yarn oyinbo
for your mind now i no hear English

Vero my Vero
God dey ooo
nah because say i never hammar
na im dey make you do all dis shakara
but one day i know say
anyhow e take be tins go everly gel for me
                                                                
                                                                     eDriiz...

Friday 21 November 2014

HOPE

I cling unto this damsel
called Hope
night after night
I lay her down by my bedside
watching her sleep
tending to her needs
I put my arms around her
for I fear she might fade away
enchanting her with lullabies
so she might stay here with me
I would bring her wood
I would make a fire
so she could stay warm in my abode
for someday I pray
she would bear me rain
                                   
                                                      eDriiz...

Thursday 20 November 2014

                                                           FREEDOM PARK

These walls once
were grim and gloom
where many a fate
met their doom
I still see them
in their chains
their sweaty bodies
tilling the grounds
They wet the soil
with their tears
I still can hear their cries
in these winds
of sorrows and agony
of freedom so far away.
In bitterness
they accept their misfortune
Day and night
in these walls their world is conformed
no escape
from its savagery nor
from the jailer's whip
and days of bitting hunger
Alas how useless it is
to hope for tomorrow.
Crammed into breathlessness
in this pigeon hole
called prison cells
life has no meaning here
death they impatiently await.
Bound never to feel again
the sweet canality of the opposite sex
in these chains
they have been cursed
to spend their lives
misreable till death comes calling...
 
                                                           eDriiz..