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(31): My ‘Funny’ Facebook Friends

Muhammad Muhsin Ibrahim muhsin2008@gmail.com  @muhsin234
After exchanging greetings, one boy of about 17 to 19-year-old asked me: “You are Mal. Mubarak’s younger brother, huh?” I answered in affirmative. “Greet him for me”. I said okay and called it a day. Unbeknownst to me, that was only the beginning; he asked me time and again to deliver the same message until one day I got it all enough and warned him off it. The lad is my brother’s student in the college, as he told me. He likely meets with him everyday, while I have not seen him for over a year as I have been outside Nigeria since June, 2013. Whatever, he doesn’t care; I am his friend on Facebook and the younger (and junior) brother of his fave lecturer, hence the right person for his ‘delivery services’.
Many others will request you to be friends and then, upon acceptance, leave you a thankful message either on your timeline or inbox. Forget the mostly disquieting English used for the message; I am against linguistic imperialism, …

(30): Facebook Friendship: Factual or Fictitious?

Muhammad Muhsin Ibrahim BayeroUniversity, Kano
muhsin2008@gmail.com
I and a few other selected students in my college were, for the first time, introduced to the Internet as a reward for acing exams of the previous term in 2003. It was a thrilling experience for all of us. I joined Facebook 2 or 3 years after in 2005/2006 when it was still in its childhood. I had just started tertiary studies then. That was a particular point in my life I longed so much for education, to learn the English language and to interact with intellectuals. The few popular social networking webs then were Yahoo! Messenger, Meebo, and hi5. The latter was more a hit, so I patronized it above the rest. Not long after, the star of Facebook shined up and many people migrated to the latest vogue. I followed the bandwagon.
However, I deactivated my Facebook account after a while for mainly two reasons. First, it was steadily withering my commitment to my favourite sites, which I faithfully fancied and frequented. Those …

(29): India as “Ƙasar Waje”: Reality or Apparition?

Muhammad Muhsin Ibrahim muhsin2008@gmail.com @muhsin234 (Twitter)
“It looks foreign”, my Indian friends so often tell me while describing how scenic and highly-developed a particular place is. It happened first while I and my wife were touring the capital, New Delhi last winter. We were entering the subway system called the 'metro' when my friend guiding us said we would feel as if in a foreign country down there. It didn’t dawn on me then until I heard the same expressions time and again from more friends. They obviously forget that everywhere is foreign to me as I am a foreigner, a Nigerian. My country is thousands of miles away. However, each time the incident occurs, it reminds me of a similar preconceived notion of foreign superiority back in Nigeria. In the same vein, Nigerians would quickly brag that their particular possession was made in a foreign country, not in Nigeria!
Pragmatically speaking, the whole concept of “Ƙasar Waje” as we call a foreign country in my local l…