I was in a use of library class once and there was this little debate between the lecturer and half the class about the school library’s Wifi password and why the students do not just get it and use. The lecturer was making us, the students see reasons why the password cannot be handed to every student in the institution. One of the reasons being that some students do stupid things with the internet connection. He told us a story about one of his walks in the library and how he caught a student watching pornography with the library’s connection on his laptop.
I wept… Okay, i didn’t weep but it was just unthinkable… The School’s toilet library.
I’ve heard about friends people who do other stupid things on their Smartphones. I am not guilty; I read and blog with mine, like a lot – From BBC to Okadaplugs; readers lead!
A smartphone comes with an Operating system that runs hundreds of apps. These apps could be used to make money, connect people and organizations, start a team or learn something new every day; something that could be used to save money lives. So, before you think of starting something stupid, remember, ‘It’s a Smartphone.’ Don’t do stupid things with it. Go out there, connect with people and build something or establish a reasonable relationship with them.
This is for those that couldn’t get enough of the teaser I released from my upcoming book. Your personal request for more has been heard. Here is an extract from:
‘MY NAME IS LIZZY ADAMS’
There were loud footsteps behind me, and they followed me no matter where I weaved through the crowd. They were grandpa and granny, probably, and I’d have a lot of explaining to do when I got home — but I wouldn’t be going back to Nigeria after all of this, that was for sure! Dad was getting close to the security point, but I saw that a lot of other people were queuing to go through security checks, so I had plenty of time, as long as I could stay ahead of grandpa…
“Stop her! She’s illegally boarding!” shouted granny. Then she screamed it, in a hoarse voice that turned heads. One of the customs officers saw me, and his partner ran for me, dropping into a stance that meant there was no way I could get around her through the crowd.
Instead I ran right into the customs officer, hoping to ‘tackle’ my way past her by going underneath her outstretched left arm and running towards dad. I gained speed as I approached her, and she didn’t move, obviously not afraid of what a little kid like me could do…
…and then I successfully ducked past her, only to get caught by her partner who’d moved left into the crowd so I wouldn’t see him. He grabbed my arm so tightly I thought I was going to get a sunburn, and I screamed incoherently for him to let me go, but he took my back with his other hand and turned me around, holding me towards granny and grandpa.
I kicked against the ground in protest, and that just caused him to lift me up off the ground and smack his hand against my chest. “Don’t do that!” granny sharply yelled at him, and while he was loosening his grip on me, I smacked him with my elbow as hard as I could.
It must’ve been more surprising than painful, since he was a big guy in a customs uniform and I was me, but that was enough! I hopped away to get some distance between me and him, and then broke into a run towards the check point before he could chase after me.
…but by now, dad’ had gone through security. He turned around and waved, a glum look on his face, then lowered his head and walked out of view. All I could scream was “no!”, and I tried to push my way through the crowd. Even though some people let me past, or even ushered me onward towards dad, too many people were just ignoring the commotion I’d caused, and I didn’t make it.
It was granny this time, who grabbed me under my arms and held my arm up against her chest. I kicked and screamed, but she just made distance between my legs and hers.
“Let me go!” I told granny. I looked over at grandpa and the customs officers in dismay. I couldn’t believe it. They were now talking about what I just did like it was a thing of the past and all that needed to be done now was pay a little fine.
“You are behaving like a moron,” granny hissed, trying to shut me down with insults I barely even heard.
I loved granny, I still do. But I don’t think I could feel anything then but malice, anger, all of those bad things — and what granny said turned from tons of harsh words to a few scraps of fuel for my fire. I was gone.
“I want to go home!” I shouted unabashed, my mind running faster than my body, not caring about anything but just flying or something to get to dad. “Let me go!”
“I want to go home!” I sobbed, my voice punching the air.
Granny set me down and forced me to look at her. Then, she said: “you ARE home.”
I fell onto the floor, painlessly scraping my knee before I started hitting the ground with my fist. It hurt me more than it hurt the ground, but nothing hurt more than what had just happened.
I missed a lot of updates with this film but from the first preview; i fell for the storyline -So touching *wipes tears*
Okay, So BLACK came from Joself Pictures in conjuction with Afrique l’timeline and it stares Onagbeso Joy, Omojewho Susan, Ekong Edet and a few other popular actors i won’t mention because i want you to watch it. Trailer below photo…
Whoop! Whoop! My last Okada post for 2015 is finally flowing through your pupils… because you’re reading this. We came up with a lot of crazy ideas this year and they really paid off – most of them. If you missed any of these great ideas we shared on the Facebook page or on the Okadabooks webapp, you’d be seeing them for the first time in a jiffy.
The 2015 yearbook titled “A Thousand And Fifteen Cheers” contains How to make money quick every activity on Okadabooks for the year along with some amazing tips, updates and I told you, how to make money quick! YES… how to get anything from Us at Okadabooks. The last one’s awkward but i want you to see it. So, go… Checkout Okadabooks’ 2015 Yearbook HERE
Okadabooks recently shares a new update with us. In my other post HERE, i shared the MAJOR stuff on the new update and you could download the app on this page for Android, Blackberry and Windows Phones
You can download Okadabooks app through these links.
We now have the Credit/Debit Refill options on Okadabooks
Okay, how long was i gone?… were you gone? Never mind. We’re still alive anyway. So, with lots of money to be made from your books and little to spend on others’ own, Okadabooks took a BIG step recently to add a refill system we’ve all been asking for… The type without stress… The CARDS payment system. So, this means you could pay with your bank cards… Any bank!
Now, this does not mean the old payment system is off the webapp or Android app. It’s still there… THEY are still there.
I’ll walk you through the new system and we’ll see what happened to the previous payment
So, to refill your account, as usual,
go to your Profile or Account/Refill (in the app)
You’ll find an option that says REFILL.
Click on it.
You’ll land on a page. Something similar to the image below:
Select: ADD CARD TO PAYMENT to add your card. If you would like to use any of the previous refill methods, click on the option that says: Click here for other refill options
A page like the one below will open when you select ADD CARD TO PAYMENT
Fill in your details as appropriate. The CVC code is the 3-digits code behind the card.
The card number is the 16-digits boldly inscribed on the card
Once you’re done, you’ll get a similar page like the one below
So, you can go ahead and input your amount (Minimum input is 1000 naira) and refill. You’ll get an alert sooner or later (depending on your bank) that the refilled amount has been deducted.
Now, you might be worried about the 5% VAT thing. The image below clearly shows how it works, i refilled 1000 naira by the way.
If you have questions, suggestions or complaints, kindly leave a comment here or contact me: magnus@okadabooks.com
Actor Jim Carrey provided the inspiring, funny, and enlightening commencement speech for MUM’s class of 2014. He encouraged the students to think big and to choose love rather than give into fear. Many said it was the best commencement address they’d seen.
Below you’ll find the full video and transcript of Carrey’s speech.
Transcript of Full Commencement Address by Jim Carrey, Maharishi University of Management, May 24th, 2014
Thank you Bevan, thank you all!
I brought one of my paintings to show you today. Hope you guys are gonna be able see it okay. It’s not one of my bigger pieces. You might wanna move down front — to get a good look at it. (kidding)
Faculty, Parents, Friends, Dignitaries… Graduating Class of 2014, and all the dead baseball players coming out of the corn to be with us today. (laughter) After the harvest there’s no place to hide — the fields are empty — there is no cover there! (laughter)
I am here to plant a seed that will inspire you to move forward in life with enthusiastic hearts and a clear sense of wholeness. The question is, will that seed have a chance to take root, or will I be sued by Monsanto and forced to use their seed, which may not be totally “Ayurvedic.” (laughter)
Excuse me if I seem a little low energy tonight — today — whatever this is. I slept with my head to the North last night. (laughter) Oh man! Oh man! You know how that is, right kids? Woke up right in the middle of Pitta and couldn’t get back to sleep till Vata rolled around, but I didn’t freak out. I used that time to eat a large meal and connect with someone special on Tinder. (laughter)
Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens for you. How do I know this? I don’t, but I’m making sound, and that’s the important thing. That’s what I’m here to do. Sometimes, I think that’s one of the only things that are important. Just letting each other know we’re here, reminding each other that we are part of a larger self. I used to think Jim Carrey is all that I was…
Just a flickering light
A dancing shadow
The great nothing masquerading as something you can name
Dwelling in forts and castles made of witches – wishes! Sorry, a Freudian slip there
Seeking shelter in caves and foxholes, dug out hastily
An archer searching for his target in the mirror
Wounded only by my own arrows
Begging to be enslaved
Pleading for my chains
Blinded by longing and tripping over paradise – can I get an “Amen”?! (applause)
You didn’t think I could be serious did ya’? I don’t think you understand who you’re dealing with! I have no limits! I cannot be contained because I’m the container. You can’t contain the container, man! You can’t contain the container! (laughter)
I used to believe that who I was ended at the edge of my skin, that I had been given this little vehicle called a body from which to experience creation, and though I couldn’t have asked for a sportier model, (laughter) it was after all a loaner and would have to be returned. Then, I learned that everything outside the vehicle was a part of me, too, and now I drive a convertible. Top down wind in my hair! (laughter)
I am elated and truly, truly, truly excited to be present and fully connected to you at this important moment in your journey. I hope you’re ready to open the roof and take it all in?! (audience doesn’t react) Okay, four more years then! (laughter)
I want to thank the Trustees, Administrators and Faculty of MUM for creating an institution worthy of Maharishi’s ideals of education. A place that teaches the knowledge and experience necessary to be productive in life, as well as enabling the students, through Transcendental Meditation and ancient Vedic knowledge to slack off twice a day for an hour and a half!! (laughter) — don’t think you’re fooling me!!! — (applause) but, I guess it has some benefits. It does allow you to separate who you truly are and what’s real, from the stories that run through your head.
You have given them the ability to walk behind the mind’s elaborate set decoration, and to see that there is a huge difference between a dog that is going to eat you in your mind and an actual dog that’s going to eat you. (laughter) That may sound like no big deal, but many never learn that distinction and spend a great deal of their lives living in fight or flight response.
I’d like to acknowledge all you wonderful parents — way to go for the fantastic job you’ve done — for your tireless dedication, your love, your support, and most of all, for the attention you’ve paid to your children. I have a saying, “Beware the unloved,” because they will eventually hurt themselves… or me! (laughter)
But when I look at this group here today, I feel really safe! I do! I’m just going to say it — my room is not locked! My room is not locked! (laughter) No doubt some of you will turn out to be crooks! But white-collar stuff — Wall St. ya’ know, that type of thing — crimes committed by people with self-esteem! Stuff a parent can still be proud of in a weird way. (laughter)
And to the graduating class of 2017 — minus 3! You didn’t let me finish! (laughter) — Congratulations! (applause) Yes, give yourselves a round of applause, please. You are the vanguard of knowledge and consciousness; a new wave in a vast ocean of possibilities. On the other side of that door, there is a world starving for new leadership, new ideas.
I’ve been out there for 30 years! She’s a wild cat! (laughter) Oh, she’ll rub up against your leg and purr until you pick her up and start pettin’ her, and out of nowhere she’ll swat you in the face. Sure it’s rough sometimes but that’s OK, ‘cause they’ve got soft serve ice cream with sprinkles! (laughter) I guess that’s what I’m really here to say; sometimes it’s okay to eat your feelings! (laughter)
Fear is going to be a player in your life, but you get to decide how much. You can spend your whole life imagining ghosts, worrying about your pathway to the future, but all there will ever be is what’s happening here, and the decisions we make in this moment, which are based in either love or fear.
So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality. What we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect, so we never dare to ask the universe for it. I’m saying, I’m the proof that you can ask the universe for it — please! (applause) And if it doesn’t happen for you right away, it’s only because the universe is so busy fulfilling my order. It’s party size! (laughter)
My father could have been a great comedian, but he didn’t believe that was possible for him, and so he made a conservative choice. Instead, he got a safe job as an accountant, and when I was 12 years old, he was let go from that safe job and our family had to do whatever we could to survive.
I learned many great lessons from my father, not the least of which was that you can fail at what you don’t want, so you might as well take a chance on doing what you love. (applause)
That’s not the only thing he taught me though: I watched the affect my father’s love and humor had on the world around me, and I thought, “That’s something to do, that’s something worth my time.”
It wasn’t long before I started acting up. People would come over to my house and they would be greeted by a 7 yr old throwing himself down a large flight of stairs. (laughter) They would say, “What happened?” And I would say, “I don’t know — let’s check the replay.” And I would go back to the top of the stairs and come back down in slow motion. (Jim reenacts coming down the stairs in slow-mo) It was a very strange household. (laughter)
My father used to brag that I wasn’t a ham — I was the whole pig. And he treated my talent as if it was his second chance. When I was about 28, after a decade as a professional comedian, I realized one night in LA that the purpose of my life had always been to free people from concern, like my dad. When I realized this, I dubbed my new devotion, “The Church of Freedom From Concern” — “The Church of FFC”— and I dedicated myself to that ministry.
What’s yours? How will you serve the world? What do they need that your talent can provide? That’s all you have to figure out. As someone who has done what you are about to go do, I can tell you from experience, the effect you have on others is the most valuable currency there is. (applause)
Everything you gain in life will rot and fall apart, and all that will be left of you is what was in your heart. My choosing to free people from concern got me to the top of a mountain. Look where I am — look what I get to do! Everywhere I go – and I’m going to get emotional because when I tap into this, it really is extraordinary to me — I did something that makes people present their best selves to me wherever I go. (applause) I am at the top of the mountain and the only one I hadn’t freed was myself and that’s when my search for identity deepened.
I wondered who I’d be without my fame. Who would I be if I said things that people didn’t want to hear, or if I defied their expectations of me? What if I showed up to the party without my Mardi Gras mask and I refused to flash my breasts for a handful of beads? (laughter) I’ll give you a moment to wipe that image out of your mind. (laughter)
But you guys are way ahead of the game. You already know who you are and that peace, that peace that we’re after, lies somewhere beyond personality, beyond the perception of others, beyond invention and disguise, even beyond effort itself. You can join the game, fight the wars, play with form all you want, but to find real peace, you have to let the armor fall. Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Don’t let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all of your glory. (A sheet drops and reveals Jim’s painting. Applause.)
(Re: the painting) It’s not big enough! (kidding) This painting is big for a reason. This painting is called “High Visibility.” (laughter) It’s about picking up the light and daring to be seen. Here’s the tricky part. Everyone is attracted to the light. The party host up in the corner (refers to painting) who thinks unconsciousness is bliss and is always offering a drink from the bottles that empty you; Misery, below her, who despises the light — can’t stand when you’re doing well — and wishes you nothing but the worst; The Queen of Diamonds who needs a King to build her house of cards; And the Hollow One, who clings to your leg and begs, “Please don’t leave me behind for I have abandoned myself.”
Even those who are closest to you and most in love with you; the people you love most in the world can find clarity confronting at times. This painting took me thousands of hours to complete and — (applause) thank you — yes, thousands of hours that I’ll never get back, I’ll never get them back (kidding) — I worked on this for so long, for weeks and weeks, like a mad man alone on a scaffolding — and when I was finished one of my friends said, “This would be a cool black light painting.” (laughter)
So I started over. (All the lights go off in the Dome and the painting is showered with black light.) Whooooo! Welcome to Burning Man! (applause) Some pretty crazy characters right? Better up there than in here. (points to head) Painting is one of the ways I free myself from concern, a way to stop the world through total mental, spiritual and physical involvement.
But even with that, comes a feeling of divine dissatisfaction. Because ultimately, we’re not the avatars we create. We’re not the pictures on the film stock. We are the light that shines through it. All else is just smoke and mirrors. Distracting, but not truly compelling.
I’ve often said that I wished people could realize all their dreams of wealth and fame so they could see that it’s not where you’ll find your sense of completion. Like many of you, I was concerned about going out in the world and doing something bigger than myself, until someone smarter than myself made me realize that there is nothing bigger than myself! (laughter)
My soul is not contained within the limits of my body. My body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul — one unified field of nothing dancing for no particular reason, except maybe to comfort and entertain itself. (applause) As that shift happens in you, you won’t be feeling the world you’ll be felt by it — you will be embraced by it. Now, I’m always at the beginning. I have a reset button called presence and I ride that button constantly.
Once that button is functional in your life, there’s no story the mind could create that will be as compelling. The imagination is always manufacturing scenarios — both good and bad — and the ego tries to keep you trapped in the multiplex of the mind. Our eyes are not only viewers, but also projectors that are running a second story over the picture we see in front of us all the time. Fear is writing that script and the working title is, ‘I’ll never be enough.’
You look at a person like me and say, (kidding) “How could we ever hope to reach those kinds of heights, Jim? How can I make a painting that’s too big for any reasonable home? How do you fly so high without a special breathing apparatus?” (laughter)
This is the voice of your ego. If you listen to it, there will always be someone who seems to be doing better than you. No matter what you gain, ego will not let you rest. It will tell you that you cannot stop until you’ve left an indelible mark on the earth, until you’ve achieved immortality. How tricky is the ego that it would tempt us with the promise of something we already possess.
So I just want you to relax—that’s my job—relax and dream up a good life! (applause) I had a substitute teacher from Ireland in the second grade that told my class during Morning Prayer that when she wants something, anything at all, she prays for it, and promises something in return and she always gets it. I’m sitting at the back of the classroom, thinking that my family can’t afford a bike, so I went home and I prayed for one, and promised I would recite the rosary every night in exchange. Broke it—broke that promise. (laughter)
Two weeks later, I got home from school to find a brand new mustang bike with a banana seat and easy rider handlebars — from fool to cool! My family informed me that I had won the bike in a raffle that a friend of mine had entered my name in, without my knowledge. That type of thing has been happening ever since, and as far as I can tell, it’s just about letting the universe know what you want and working toward it while letting go of how it might come to pass. (applause)
Your job is not to figure out how it’s going to happen for you, but to open the door in your head and when the doors open in real life, just walk through it. Don’t worry if you miss your cue. There will always be another door opening. They keep opening.
And when I say, “life doesn’t happen to you, it happens for you.” I really don’t know if that’s true. I’m just making a conscious choice to perceive challenges as something beneficial so that I can deal with them in the most productive way. You’ll come up with your own style, that’s part of the fun!
Oh, and why not take a chance on faith as well? Take a chance on faith — not religion, but faith. Not hope, but faith. I don’t believe in hope. Hope is a beggar. Hope walks through the fire. Faith leaps over it.
You are ready and able to do beautiful things in this world and after you walk through those doors today, you will only ever have two choices: love or fear. Choose love, and don’t ever let fear turn you against your playful heart.
Thank you. Jai Guru Dev. I’m so honored. Thank you
I woke up late. Not that it was anyone’s fault but mine that is why I was pissed. Crouching on my rug with my head pounding like a symphony of sirens was playing in my head. I sincerely didn’t feel like going to work today not because I don’t like my work…It was the process of taking a shower and having to jump the buses. F*cking buses.
This particular one was the only one that pulled up and the shit was packed like crabs in a bucket. And when there are two or three Nigerians gathered together someone out of them has not “baff” (bathed) that morning. I was beginning to get angry slowly disseminating into my para mode. checking my watch every 5 seconds. My impatience made the ESU on my shoulders suggest I take a cab. Instead of having to bear the agony of being squashed by two market women smelling like crayfish. By the time I abandoned the bus-stop and got to the ATM, the foolish thing displayed financial institution unavailable. FACk!
My mumu sef 5 minutes was later squeezed in the same bus I was avoiding. 8:23.
I decided to calm down with Angry Birds.
Angry Birds wasn’t helping. I hadn’t passed the stage I was playing and I had run out of fucking power ups. I decided to watch a video…Rickross wasn’t helping either. Cruising in a phantom while i am lamenting in a BRT.
We approached Onipan. The retard behind me just stepped on my shoe anyhow not saying excuse me; not minding what he had done.
I began to remember what Sama was saying and realized he was right. Bottom line was that it’s high time I get my own ride. As we approached Onipan the Goat-head of a driver decided to fill the already filled bus with more smelly passengers and rugged school kids. 8:49 FACK!
We noticed the bus hadn’t moved. But I could hear shouting in front. Apparently a ticketing officer had refused a guy who had his ticket already taken for boarding to enter. The guy insisted since his ticket has been torn as a sign of entry he had to enter. The driver now called him ‘omo ale’ (bastard) he now abused the the ticketing officer’s mother..and then a whole fucking catastrophe of curses started raining. FACk! 😠
The ticketing officer, a woman was now grabbing the guy’s t-shirt. Huge woman with busts like melons and thighs hippo size. At this point people had joined in the argument. Some were shouting at the driver to go; some were telling the man to apologize to the woman for calling her Olosho. At this point the driver launched an attack on the man as a move to defend a colleague.
Unfortunately the baba mistakenly slipped with his head slamming against the guys elbow. BAM!
Driver is knocked out unconscious..and the whole bus goes aflame. People shouting.. a baby loudly crying.. the ticketing officer dragging the guy out of the bus with his phone smashed to the ground. 8:50 FACk! I cannot take this shit anymore!!!!
I struggle to get off. Squeezing my self through the back I managed to come out. My earphone wires snapped and my black timbs had turned white after a bunch of steppings here and there.
By the time I approached the reception of my office, people are greeting me good morning.
What The f*ck is good about the morning?
Gosh! I love Rooney Mara!
The social network movie might be cooked up by Hollywood and served by some popular actors (or the other way round) Regardless, these two broke-up over dinner…
Before that, here’s what she said, according to the Social Network Movie.
“Okay, you are probably going to be a very successful computer person. But you’re gonna go through life thinking that girls don’t like you. And i want you to know from the bottom of my heart that that won’t be true. It’ll be because you’re an asshole.” In Oct. 5 2010, on her Fictional website, Erica stated:
“So now that I’ve seen the movie, I can definitely tell you that there are a lot of truths to it and a lot was made up by Hollywood! It really is based on a true story. My character, Erica Albright, is in the very first scene of the movie and Mark Zuckerberg and I did break-up over dinner. I really don’t think that he went home and was so upset that he started writing theFacebook, but I do not know for sure. All I can say is that night, Mark created such a stir on his campus that I heard all about it on MY campus!”
If you haven’t watched or seen the Breakup scene from the Social Network Movie, watch it below…
