Nura Auwal's blog

The terms "Technology" and "Engineering" is often found to be confusing and used interchangeably even among Engineers, scientists and other groups of learned people, perhaps because they are all basically ways of doing the same thing, but the reality is that there's a difference between them. Now let's the discuss the definitions of both, explain the things they share in common and come up with the differences in conclusion. According to Encyclopedia Britannica, Engineering is defined as the application of science to the optimum conversion of the resources of nature to the uses of humankind. Whereas technology is defined as the the sum of the ways in which social groups provide themselves with the material objects of their civilization. It's also defined as the systematic way of solving problems and creating things for the benefit of mankind. Here there's something in common and equally something in different with the definitions of the above two ter

If we really want peace to reign in this country, we should get the courage to condemn violence without looking at the ethnicity or religion of the perpetrators or the victims. Our habit of selecting what crime to condemn and what neglect does nothing than promoting disunity and violence. The attack on some Christian communities  in Plateau is condemnable. There's no justification to crime whatsoever. But only Government has the power of preventing the happenings of violence of this nature, that is by making sure that the perpetrators have received the punishment they deserve. But so long as malefactors continue to enjoy impunity, violence will continue to happen in the name of reprisal attacks!

I cannot stop Thinking about you In this lengthy night That bars me and you Oh! I was lost in thought Gone mad anticipating That tomorrow will be kind To bewed me with thee I was deep in ween How great will I feel Sitting in front of you Gazing at your charming self I raise my head to sky But all see was dark Where gone those shinny things? They've been sunk in you Alas! I was then awake From the dream I was To the reality that was And the morrow wasn't kind That my dream is a faux And tomorrow I won't see stars And the whole day will be dark Is the most painful thought I had Darling how can I sleep? It's a thief though they say But even thief knows what to take How to take, and when to take Indeed  I have feel today How doleful it's to say adieu To a person one adores Especially when a distance adieu.

About six months ago, I happened to be among a group of youths (students and coppers) selected for a special national assignment, electoral work for a rerun election in some constituencies where the earlier election was canceled. A day before the election, we were gathered at the INEC headquarters and taken on buses for conveyance to our respective designated places. Coincidentally, I found myself inside a bus that contains people with whom I share the same passion, mostly comrades that are actively engage in the students union politics and whome have a passionate dream of participating in the sophisticated Nigerian politics in the future. There were about 15 of us in the bus, all students of the same university, some two of us were from engineering, other two from health sciences and all the remaining from humanities and social sciences. Thus the journey gave us a very wonderful opportunity that we exchanged views, opinions and ideas about the nature of Nigerian politics i

When things are falling apart, it is the duty and obligation of every one, in particular the active individuals to contribute to suppressing that in his or her own ways, thus a cleric ought to pray and preach in their fridays and Sundays sermons, politicians ought to blow critcisms using political terms, intellectuals ought to write articles, poets and poetesses compose poems, Artist write plays, dramas and sing songs, etcetera, to turn things copacetic. Students always constitutes the integral part of any society, they are known to be active and good citizens. historically almost all incipient political movements starts with students, they are the accelerators of change. The history of this country will forever, never forget the contribution of the students union leaders in bringing about the democracy rule with hitherto longest life span in history, the juice which the oppressors of their descendants are now enjoying. Everyone knows this country is moving with a speedy ve

I don't think I will be mistaken if I say the story of one Uwaila Omozua, who until her death was a student of university of Benin that was raped to death on 27th of may this year (2020) by some hoodlums has recently become the most trending story on the Nigerian Media space, particularly Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.  From the day that the story emerged, several articles have been flowing on media streets, numerous poems have been composed, this is in addition to the uncountable number of video clips, graphic images and tweets, that the hash tag #Justice_for_uwa appears among the most trending tweets on Twitter, thus alluring not only Nigerian or African but even international attentions. It is enough to tell one how the campaign has succeed in reaching the target ears, the way the husked capricious President himself quickly responded to the issue through his twitter handle by offering his unanticipated commiseration to the family of the decedent, and emphasizing th

My dear Son, You were born and raised in a life full of greatness, esteem and adoration by the people around you, you knows nothing sort of tribulation, misery or vexation. You attended the first class private schools for your primary and post primary education, fully equipped with modern teaching and learning facilities and now sent to US for your University where there's nothing like ASUU strike that might hinder you from graduating within your stipulated time.  All this are my plans to make your life the most fortunate so that you will not be like those sons of poor men, the thuggs that we use for our campaigns during elections or the worst of that, the homeless ALMAJIRI hopelessly meandering on the streets of the north.  My dear son, I do not intend to write you this letter simply to tell you about the aformentioned fortunes, nor am I writing to remind you of them, for I know you quite know them well and you need not a reminder about them. Rather, I have calculated that all wha