SMOTHERING LOVE.


When those droplets of water cascade down your face,
It hurts to know I have a hand in it.

How is it that I smother what I love?
When you don’t see the bright clouds and rainbows I promised.

It hurts to know I have a hand in it.

I always kill what I love the most.
The dues of penance. The enlightenment of reclusion.

The searing heat of regret.

How is that I smother what I love?
My independence. My dependence. All a mix.

My weakness. That I seek to obfuscate.

My sense of being. What’s left of me.

…death to what I love most.
When my paintings ain’t on canvass no more.

But on rough grounds.

When the brush lines are unsteady.

When I know not myself no more.
I ask for illumination. And I ask for understanding.

I ask of you that which I’m unwilling to give.

Selfish me! 
Undue grace,I seek.

The street is lonely sometimes.

Even to a street boy.
Home is your heart. Do not send me away.

Do not kill the lamb for the sins of the bull.

When you look at me with pain.

I know I have smothered what I love the most.
When those droplets cascade down your cheeks.

I will yet wipe them off.

I will say “I’m sorry darling”

For those are words I truly mean.

For those I say only when I grieve.

I have smothered what I love the most.

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LET MY PEOPLE GO!


Let this veil be lifted. Let this shroud cease to function.
And let my people go, Pharoah!
Let the voice of the weak be our anchor. Our clarion. Our rallying point.

May the countable not slay the uncountables.

Let this soap stop its course towards my eyes in the middle of this stream.
The wise man ends his reign the day the fool becomes wise.

The wise is content in his own counsel, but the fool is full of understanding that helps him not.

May the reign of evil over good truly be temporary.
The smack satisfaction of the wise lasts only but a night. 

But the cries of the weak ascend all year.

That hidden from the fool is soon made known by an unseen hand. Selah!
The counsel of the wicked is like coals of fire heaped on the heads of his descendants. But the words of the sorrowful is like light on the path of the discerning.

The heart that remains tender is soon woken up to the machinations of the wicked. But he too shall not smile for too long.
The bounds of deceit is weak. But the minds of the deceived is vast.

Oh Pharoah! Let my people go!
Leave us alone, oh Pharoah! 

Let my people sing. Sing their own songs.

Let the little harvests from the meager fields be savored in peace. And let the sleep of the poor be as deep as their non assuming minds. May the wicked continue to sit with the lords of insomnia in the valleys of Asgard. 
Oh Rahgveg! You god of paranoia. May your fence linings be robed with their names and consciences. As their hearts know no repentance, so shall their eyes know no sleep.
Let this veil be lifted. Finally. Let this shroud cease to exist!

Let my people go, oh Pharoah!

JONATHAN KIDNAPPED THE CHIBOK GIRLS.


They say the buck stops at the President’s table. Meaning he is the last man and when all fails, he is to bear the burden of blames.
This I am reluctant to accept as the truth, especially considering the structure and manifestations of power in our Government organogram. 
This is also to be viewed with a certain hue. It also tend to absolve some other government officials of complicity in there pure negligence of duty. But we always say “He is the C-in-C, he should take charge”.
Well…forgive my usual digression. Today is not about whose table the buck stops at. Today is about how Jonathan kidnapped the Chibok girls.
It’s a year plus now since the drama of the kidnap. An internationalized drama. No emphasis needed in situating this drama squarely in the center of Jonathan’s election loss. So he is guilty as charged!! JONATHAN KIDNAPPED THE CHIBOK GIRLS. What an ignominious thing to do. Such heartlessness!
MATTERS ARISING.

But now that we have hung the peg of blame on Jonathan, may I ask, is it okay just because we found whom to blame?
Is it now tranquility in our minds now that he has been found guilty in our courts and he has lost the elections?
Does his losing the election make the kidnap ok?
I ask these with all sense of responsibility knowing the emotional raw nerves this particular topic is capable of fraying. I’m not doing this for that purpose. This is not to open up closed wounds. (But why should the wound be closed in the first place?). I apologize in advance to those who will see this piece in a wrong lascence from the intended purpose.
I remember Gov Shettima, Senator Ali Ndume, The BBOG crew led by Oby Ezekwesili and one Aisha (hope I got her name right. She has been ‘settled’ with a commissioner post somewhere up north). I remember the social media warriors. I remember the parents of the said girls. I remember some selected Chibok indegines. I remember principal Asebe and her usually unseen and unheard of Vice. I remember some of my friends. I remember Obama and his wife. I remember Amanpour and Puff Daddy. I remember Malala. But most of all I remember me.
What went wrong? Why are we all so settled and quiet now? Have the girls been found? I didn’t get such memo.

Has it stopped being a crime against humanity and womanhood? Why are we all so laid back now?
What happened to our placards? Why is Obama and Mitchell all of a sudden too busy for our dear CHIBOK GIRLS?
I do remember GMB throwing one of his soon-to-be-denied promises their way too. Have we found other things to occupy our daily routine? Other things much worthy of our time?
Have the over 300 girls ceased to be humans, peoples’ children, teenagers, mothers of tomorrow? Has it stopped being painful that we’ve not seen them for a year?
Why did our priority change so quickly with the tune and season of the elections and politics?
Why did we make it look obvious we were in this for benefits? Why couldn’t we sustain the milk of ‘humanity’ we were all displaying to the international gallery?
IS IT NOW OK NOT TO KNOW WHERE THESE GIRLS ARE JUST BECAUSE JONATHAN IS OUT OF THE WAY?
At this point may I refer you to my first (and may be second) paragraph. The buck, as we have agreed, stops at the president’s table. And guess what? There is a new Sheriff in town ala Femi Adesina. Whose table are we sending this buck to now?
I weep silently for most of you. You are probably the ones Jesus was talking about when he said “…forgive them for they KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO…”
If you we’re not just a number in the crowd, it would have been elating.
#GoodNightNigeria
#IWatchTheNation. #EgberiFaaa o!
#ThisMessageBearsTheSealOfTheCOFRON.

MY SMILE, MY PAIN AND MY PATIENCE.


MICHIKA:
There is nothing funny in watching my little niece Amina being raped by five boys. Watching her whimper and extend her 11 year old left hand towards me, in a gesture that said a lot. Her eyes fixed on my face all through her ordeal. Perhaps to draw strength for her travail or just to distract herself. My incapacity? They were armed and I was not.
AZAURE:

Yusuf my cousin came as handsome as can be found in this clime. His brain was exceptional too. We all knew that if anybody was to become somebody in our extended family, Yusuf was the one. Poor boy probably would have been overwhelmed by the depth of our expectations. Well…last week I got a glimpse of him after 3 years of disappearance. He was robed in some unusual clothes, sat at the back of one of the SUV Hilux vehicles, totting a big gun. He is now with ‘them’. He probably found more peace, fulfillment and acceptance in their midst. Who knows what our Yusuf has been up to all 3 years. Another wasted flower. Expectations down the drain.
JOS:

My family house is still like a refugee camp from the 2 previous successive explosions. We try to irk out some food and bed spaces for the ever increasing numbers of people who seek shelter. The numbers are actually increasing from these incessant attacks of the so called Fulani herdsmen. Our lands are gradually leaving our possession. The available ones are almost topographically impossible to be used for agriculture- illegal mining and erosion sees to that.

They all still visit the unmarked graves of their loved ones and mostly bread winners of the families.

BUT I AM EXPECTED TO SMILE. AND YOU ASK OF ME WHAT YOU CANNOT GIVE: MY PATIENCE?

SULEJA: 

There is nothing funny in watching the little boy on the bed next to my daughter’s, groan in pain in the general ward. His father has stopped coming. Just the mother who beg everything from the rest of us in the ward. Bathing soap, pap, plates, kerosine, occasional 100 Naira to eat.

His drugs has been infrequent because he can only receive when we contribute money for his mother. You can notice the reluctance in seeing him from the medical team. They keep prescribing and none is acquired. He can’t even be discharged because he will need to pay his bills. But he gets worse. Yesterday he didn’t get a blink. He screamed all night. His mother says the father can’t visit unless he has something. 
ABUJA:

They call us IDPs now. Hahahahaha. What a nomenclature. In my own country. And what is being done about it anyway? Besides using us for media advantages and coming to take advantage of our young daughters in the night?

A few bags of rice and used clothes. Thanks to the churches and private individuals who truly have shown care.

Well…incidentally this is a country that poses as seriously fighting teenage pregnancy and HIV. What goes on here is diametrically opposed to that pose. And they all turn a blind eye, even when we complain.
AUCHI:

Another accident just happened at that very Coca Cola curve. My count since I came back 2 weeks ago is now 7 auto crashes. Lives lost nears 52. On just one spot in a long stretch of poorly engineered and constructed road and a non existent maintenance.

I also note the frequent long and loud convoy of some VIP traverse same road daily.

I don’t know those who have died here in person since this 2 weeks, but I feel a loss each time it occurs. I see nothing funny in any of that.
BUT I AM EXPECTED TO SMILE. AND YOU ASK OF ME WHAT YOU CANNOT GIVE: MY PATIENCE?
ONITSHA:

Just closed our shop. My Oga has promised my parents that in 2 months I’ll be a free man. My own Boss. Just looking forward to that day.

But I have to pass through this DENGRAM road to link Awka Road, our home. There is a commotion towards the bridge and gunshots. Oh hell! 

Heard later that Chuks, my mate in the shop died along with over 30 others who were said to be carrying out a peaceful rally for Biafra. Shot point blank and he wasn’t even armed. Chuks wouldn’t dare touch the kitchen knife sef. He was to be free too in 2 months time. What a loss. 
PATANI:

Few kilometers to Mbiama junction, a gun shot. And our driver drove into the bush. Swampy as I expected. The boys came into the swamp with us. They shot you before asking for money. They all looked like they were out of one boarding school. So so so young! And they had 2 teen girls among them. My lucky day again but not without the stress of being stranded.
AKURE:

My aunt says the heat must have given my father’s health a wrong turn. He seemed worse with the advent of the heat. But we can’t use the generator set my older brother bought us. There was no petrol in the fuel stations. Another strike. Not that I was sure we could afford it though. I mean, we still can’t go for regular check ups at the medical center. So he will die from this Diabetes? 

He has not drawn a penny from his pension since retirement 7 years ago. After serving his country for 35 years. 
LAGOS:

Another bomb scare. Thankfully that didn’t explode. But a trailer just fell off an old bridge at Ojuelegba. Killing everything it touched along its way.

Oh! Finally an explosion. A fuel tanker this time. Radius of death can only be imagined. 
BUT I AM EXPECTED TO SMILE. AND YOU ASK OF ME WHAT YOU CANNOT GIVE: MY PATIENCE?

No one important got killed in all these. No one important felt my pain. They only read the news break over #20 satchet milk, #150 newspaper and hugs from loving family members.
I have decided not to give MY PATIENCE any longer to leaders of #MyCountry. To manage #MyCountry and her wealth in escrow for us isn’t a job that needs patience. It isn’t a job that requires reluctance. It’s a job with clear responsibilities. And it comes with a manual- the constitution. How hard can that be?
I have decided to stop internalizing my pain. I will express it outwardly in a controlled and quantum module daily. I will speak and not be silent. I will stand on the side of truth until it wins or I die.
We don’t need patience. We need a re-calibration of our priority scale. We don’t need censorship, we need to have a discussion. A continuing discussion. We don’t need voices silenced, we need the plural voices harnessed. 
We do not need to live a sham, we need to consolidate the federation. 

We don’t need liars, we need true patriots. We don’t need denials, we need apologies.
Above all, we don’t need to shed one more milliliter of blood for this nation to move forward. If we still do, then it is either it wasn’t a nation in the first place or we aren’t moving forward, or we are moving forward in a wrong direction. 
The choice is still ours.
#IWatchTheNation.

THE EPISTLE OF THE DESERT SCROLLS.


Chapter 3.

  1. And it came to pass that the Cushites who had required and demanded of God for a change of their king, crying and robing themselves in sack clothes and ash, and going without food nor drink from morn to eve, saying “we have had enough of the king from the southern tribe”, had Ahithophel as their king in the 5th month of the year of the great kidnap.
  2. Ahithophel whose anointing was like unto none before him in the kingdom, having been a deposed king in the year of the great abduction, had stood covetous of the crown for one score and ten years.
  3. And when it was time that Ahithophel had reigned for exactly one score and ten days (mentioned 32 days or one month or four weeks in recent versions e.g. King Nebu’s version) and having gathered around him dishonest men as his counsel who dine on his table, the people who had hitherto sang in the streets of all the cities of Cush with cymbals, tamborines and drums, started moaning again.
  4. And it was like a great calamity befell the people of Cush. There was famine in the land. And the great wealth of the land was drying up.
  5. It was in this month that the owners of chariots had no oil to move their chariots and they were made to queue. They said, “is this not the oil that we had in abundance in the days of King Nebu? How is it that we are poor in the midst of plenty in the beginning of King Ahithophel’s time?”
  6. And the when the town criers said this before Ahithophel, he was mightily sore and foul of spirit. He gathered all his council of counsels and asked them “what shall I do?”
  7. He was sore that his chamber of governors are in bickering with each other. There was a certain man of undetermined origin who has taken leadership of the chamber of governors. And Ahithophel’s Chief of the Host of captains was not happy. At this time Ahithophel’s Chief of the host of captains was a certain man from the tribe of sunsets. A man known to have the eyes of the beasts of the forest. A man known to have the taste of delightful women and princesses. He is named Bolathibohech Thinuvuzech.
  8. And in the council of counsels was another warrior of the tribe of the south. A man that had been careless when he was Commander of the hosts in his tribe. The wealth of his tribe is still missing as was under his care in those days of his time. He is Rolihobeth Amazhiechi.
  9. And Ahithophel demanded of them good counsel saying “I beseech thee o wisened counselors. Sheath your swords of disharmony and let’s make our promises come to pass just like we have so promised the people”
  10. And Rolihobeth Amazhiechi who was of a fiery mouth and mind, said “O king, seeyeth not that your Captains, Commanders and archers are unhappy and have taken to wine?” And Ahithophel who detests wine, frowning asked his scribe to note that wine will be abolished in the kingdom.
  11. Seeing this, Bolathibohech  Thinuvuzech stood up in his short glory, saying ” My long lasting King Ahithophel, it is true that there are bickering among the people and your officers. But if it pleases the King, may he allow me to proclaim the people whose names I have on this blessed paper (holding up a piece of paper) as the new officers of the kingdom”. And the brothers closest to the King in the room whispered to him to tarry until he sees the list. And  so it was that the king tarried and he could not name his new officers even as he is one score days and ten on the stool in a rock called ASO.
  12. And on the day after this, the town crier of the fellowship of the PDPese, the naysayers, had unkind words for the new king Ahithophel and his council of counsels thus:

to be continued

P.S:  Don’t ask me of the 1st three chapters. This epistle is as seen in the excavated scrolls found in the desert towards the Northern region of the land of Cush. Those three chapters couldn’t be read nor verified and thus their pieces are kept in the museum waiting new technologies is stenography.

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#GuestAppearanceIII


…and so I’m back to tell you your uncomfortable TRUTH as usual. You’ll never get around to liking my person. I know. I’m actually flattered by that knowledge.

As much as I hate what is happening in South Africa and have spoken my piece on that issue,and have as much as I can, related it to happenings in our own country, may I quickly point out why this boycott is just SILLY.

DSTV: They’ve been on their exploitation spree for over a decade now. Why did you suddenly feel like boycotting them? (By the way, this isn’t the 1st time south Africans have been killing Nigerians. it has a long history. it happens on the daily, only that it has been the police doing the killings). So this “killings’ is not even a regular excuse.
And what alternative have your Govt and businessmen provided in replacement to DSTV? Remember HITV? Ask yourselves what happened to it? There is one other Satellite TV station (indigenous) that is even older than DSTV (can’t remember the name now- something like ABC or so). what enabling environment have we given to indigenous SAT TVs, Terrestrial media stations?  We and our kids have suckled to the luring ‘Breasts’ of DSTV like Samson on Delilah’s for ages now. Do you think this will work? Patriotism???? We sure have a way of showing it.

SHOPRITE?? This one will have an alternative sef. But where are our ‘kingsways’ etc? How did we get to depend on these establishments only to hold them at ransome when their citizens misbehave?

Are these cooperations in any way sponsoring or encouraging the killings? These are owned by simple entrepreneurs. And don’t even delude yourselves that Nigerians don’t own big establishments in south Africa (go and ask Igbenedion and Ibori).

Now who do these cooperation employ here in Nigeria? South Africans? Hmmmm…no oooooo!
You guys should just say no to this band wagonism that leads us to these regular ‘one chance’ buses we seem to have taken a liking to.
Imagine the dominoe effect of picketing these establishment on the hunger in the land. A hunger that is already wearing skirt and blouse. Una wan make e wear wrapper now abi?

MTN: Una just dey wake? Even if you don’t use MTN, you just heard of how they’ve exploited us? And by the way, who amongst you will pay the amount your Govt insisted on their paying for licence, run a permanent Generator on all masts, pay all your citizens good salaries and not recoup? And NCC? Ain’t they created for a reason? what form of regulation have they done since creation? Why don’t you even start with NCC? That way you’ll target all the telecom companies and do this fight once and for all. No need itemizing the form of exploitation here. I agree. They exploit us, but this is the best way to tackle it? To send a message to the south African Govt? Pheeew!!! What a way to go about diplomatic bargaining!!!

THE BRAIN!!! It was given for a reason. The south Africans are currently not using theirs. Let’s not join their bus. We are better!!!!

Una weldone o!!! Modern day voltrons!!!

rushes back into the shrine

#NigeriaDecides


…and so it is now common knowledge that GEJ has congratulated GMB as the winner of this elections, even as Jega is still counting votes.

For the 1st time I have supported a presidential candidate. Not a party. I’m yet to get around to believing in the political parties and their internal politics.
I supported GEJ with eyes wide open, believing in his nature, personality and his achievements. I believed in the direction he was taking this country. I had a few issues with him (public knowledge) but I had faith in him by the end of the day. I still do. I will always do.
And now he added to that by what is reported that he did this evening by calling GMB.

He once said that he will be remembered as the best president- that will have to wait for time to prove him right or wrong. He also once said his ambition isn’t worth the life of a nigerian- I believed him. He has shown it. He also said he will be heading to Otuoke if he loses- he has kept his promise.

And I look around and see no close examples. And so my respect for him heightens.

This elections was relatively free and fair. No one is in doubt who made that happen. Govs lost elections as incumbents- someone made sure that could happen. That was another promise kept.

In the last days of the campaign, the opposition unwittingly started to come to terms with a few things he has done.
My prayer is that this is kept on in the CHANGE plan they have.

I have received calls, SMSs etc and I see just one thing. Passion! Passion for this country. I am in awe of what we have achieved in this elections. The citizen sensitization and awareness is way out of this world. We engaged the polity from every side. We held everybody accountable. In the end Nigeria won!!!

Jega and GEJ did it for me!!!! These men stand tall above all of us. All of them have issues though, but they have done it.

GMB, I have always said I respected his sense of tenacity and persistence. Some lesson the nation may have to learn from him. Congratulations are in order here.

He sure has his job cut out for him and he has said he is aware of the enormity of the work. He also made a few other promises, promises I am going to dust up and hold high on to his face for the next for yrs- that’s so he won’t forget or get distracted. We need those promises kept for the good of us all.

As for APC, I still don’t trust you guys! But I can’t do anything about it. You convinced the nation. You just don’t disappoint them or you’ll have me and a whole lot of others like me to contend with.

On this page, we’ve conducted ourselves in the most civil manner. Every other beef are perceived ones and thus you ain’t seeing an apology here.

The health of #MyCountry remains primary in everything I do. I am her #AngryLover like that. And so we keep our eyes on her and her health. Every passion dripped on this page is for her. Every insult I bear on this page is for her.

Not to forget those who call themselves ‘on the other side’ who came around to engage me on here. You guys are truly champions of #MyCountry for stopping by and for trying to make me see your point in all the civil manners you could muster.

Now to those ‘family’ who respectfully avoided this page all the while , just because they call themselves “on the other side”, it is time to come home. Accept my congratulations and do come home now. Lol.

And now to those who perceived wharreva they perceived on this page, without me making it obvious and without asking, guess what? The feeling is mutual!!!

May 29th marks the end of the honey moon and the euphoria. We roll up sleeves as from then and get to work with the new president and the new ruling party, supporting them like they will never imagine but at the same time asking them questions and holding them accountable.

And I think they need that wholesome support. Wholesome and from all of our hearts-for the good of the country.

MY JOB OF SAVING THIS COUNTRY JUST BEGAN!!!!

#Egberifaaa o!

#Sonimifaa o!

#IWatchTheNation

#StayTrueToMyCountry

and

#StaySafeInMyCountry

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P.S: in the coming days, there will be a serial on a post mortem on this elections. Scrutiny, mistakes pointed out,  way forward. The kind that regulars here will  need to toss around with the aim of coming up with something like a blueprint for the next elections. #WeWon #MyCountryWon

THE ISSUES WITH PVCs-rumours inclusive.


It was decided a long time ago ( 4 years) that PVCs will be used for this election. Funds were released for its production and distribution.
How come the production came this late? How has the distribution gone?
A lot still in dumps at INEC offices across the nation.

What was the legal means of distribution agreed upon? Was this followed? Rumours and evidences of distributions in religious houses, private homes and beer palours abound.

How many were produced and how many as at today have been collected? Were we supposed to allow those who have not collected be disenfranchised?
Most people don’t know where to collect theirs, whose job is it to make this information available and widely spread?

Over 9 million southerners who registered in their places of abode in the North have ‘migrated’ to the south. And they can’t vote therefrom. Was this envisaged? If not, why? What evidence to the contrary did we have that made us ignore the probability of this grand ‘migration’?
If it was envisaged, what was done to ensure they can vote from wherever they are?

Are these PVCs clone proof? If not, why? Why waste all the money, attention and emotions of the state for something you know will be cloned? If they are clone proof, what made them clone proof and why haven’t we been told about it?

Under aged voters have been reported, pictured to have ownership of said PVCs. Whose job is it to dispel these stories as rumours and why hasn’t it been done? What modalities was put in place to circumvent this happening?

Why should people undergo untold hardships to collect PVCs in order to perform their civic duties? Civic duties are almost always voluntary, so states do their best to clear cog wheels out of the way for citizens to fulfill this duties, why are the issues surrounding PVCs and voting appear to be man made and deliberate?

Other issues that may fall under ‘logistics’ and ‘miscellaneous’ are urgently in need of addressing. Staff training, coordination of observers, security for equipments, documents and staff are all prime for addressing and I don’t think those take any less of important space than the PVCs and they are also yet to be addressed.

When we go into this election in March without addressing these issues, we will all meet at the other side of our ‘argument parks’ and court houses, for an obvious self inflicted injury.


As usual, at this point I’m looking for whose door steps to dump the blames for the above observations.

Aha! I found INEC’s doors wide open for all these.

Has JEGA discharged his duties equitably this time? Was Jega and INEC ready for the election on 14th?

Jega has been known to be wonderful in this job. We were all witnesses to this in 2011. What happened this time? What were his challenges? If he had some, why has he been silent about them?

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THE IDES OF FEBRUARY.


THE IDES OF FEBRUARY.

“The son that was not present at his father’s burial exhumes his corpse from the feet”. So goes a popular Igbo saying.

The fish does not discuss water until it is out of water. Your fre

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edom means nothing to you until you are jailed.
Those who talk of war have not  experienced it. Ask around. It’s no wonder  no ex-General has been involved in this show of shame involving the trades  and  threats of war (that is if we are to ignore the “monkeys and Baboon” outburst).

The Amygdala is the part of the brain in charge of our emotional thinking. And it usually hijacks the cognitive thinking portion of our brain when we get emotional. It follows that when we think emotionally instead of rationally, it is our Amygdala at work not our cerebrum, especially when we are attempting to interpret threats or perceived threats. And more often than not, the victim hardly differentiates which part of his brain is at work. Even when it is pointed out, he goes on a defensive mode.

This hurriedly points to the fact that those who are involved in this trade of violence and its threats, are only stunted at their emotional age and has refused to grow up into the cognitive age, which births the rational man.

The conclave of the opposition and their supporters happen to fall into this bracket. The emotional rationalization inherent in all the arguments I have so far seen can only be understood on this premise.

  1. Violence: Real time and social media. This now has an endemic status in Nigeria. We are not allowed to have a different opinion or else you face the music of violence. Cyber warfare on authentic social media accounts, multiple software voting on online polls platforms.  Hurtlings of all invectives known to man is the knew black now.
    The average southerner who registered and collected his PVC has been cowed by threats of violence to relocate during the elections thereby being disenfranchised in his so called ‘one Nigeria’. Party cars are being burnt on the daily. Isn’t this a systematic rigging?

why will violence remain a recurrent decimal in our politics if we are confident of the candidate we sell? Why do we insist on cowing the other side if our candidate is the darling of the masses as we are meant to believe?

  1. GMB has failed to provide the minimum requirement for the job he seeks. Took us through all the rigors and national shame yet failed to produce any evidence of him being an owner to a basic school certificate. And we are told to go to court.

well, I’ve said it is pointless to go to court because the rigmarole only pointed to one thing and one thing only- the unavailability of the said certificate.

  1. He has recently shied away from a debate that would have offered him the opportunity to discuss his manifesto, lay to rest most issues his supporters claim are figments of our imaginations.  A live session where every debater will be asked the same question. How can anybody perceive that it will be manipulated? Thankfully better judgement has prevailed and we now have a Channels TV organized debate coming up.  This I look forward to. It will help understand both men.

And I suppose I can still be convinced to vote Buhari. But I have listened and I can’t find his message. May be I listen wrong. In which case the messenger needs to speak louder or change the message.

To be an opposition party is not child’s play. Go ask our revered Chief Awolowo. It comes with intellectual astuteness, well contrived, well outlined people oriented plans. It not a match in rhetorics.

The undoing of APC this season is their ignorance of the fact of the dynamism of voters’ behavioural change. Ignore it all you want but the Nigerian electorate has come of age and are wiser. Their decisions are theirs now. They stick to it no matter what you feel and no matter the stomach infrastructure. Ask them in Ekiti.

We’ve finally gone beyond rhetorics and this should be a lesson to those going to present themselves in 2019. We need your certificates for one thing and we need you to tell us in clear terms what you represent. We also would want to know your friends and your sponsors. Birds of different plumages hardly conglomerate.

Nigerians have decided to stick with the Transformation they can see. Check back in 4 years and we may have changed our minds, but for now GEJ stays for consolidation. And I won’t say “go and die” like some other people I know. I’ll say stick around and see how much you were almost played.
This nation belongs to all of us (as we have all agreed long time ago) and I know deep down we all love her and have good intentions for her, we only see the route of achieving this through different lenses.

#EgberiFa o!

#StayBlessedInMyCountry
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THE IDES OF FEBRUARY.


“The son that was not present at his father’s burial exhumes his corpse from the feet”. So goes a popular Igbo saying.

The fish does not discuss water until it is out of water. Your freedom means nothing to you until you are jailed.
Those who talk of war have usually not experienced it. Ask around. It’s no wonder no ex-General has been involved in this show of shame involving the trade and

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threats of war (that is if we are to ignore the “monkeys and Baboon” outburst).

The Amygdala is the part of the brain in charge of our emotional thinking. And it usually hijacks the cognitive thinking portion of our brain when we get emotional. It follows that when we think emotionally instead of rationally, it is our Amygdala at work not our cerebrum, especially when we are attempting to interpret threats or perceived threats. And more often than not, the victim hardly differentiates which part of his brain is at work. Even when it is pointed out, he goes on a defensive mode.

This hurriedly points to the fact that those who are involved in this trade of violence and its threats, are only stunted at their emotional age and has refused to grow up into the cognitive age, which births the rational man.

The conclave of the opposition and their supporters happen to fall into this bracket. The emotional rationalization inherent in all the arguments I have so far seen can only be understood on this premise.

  1. Violence: Real time and social media. This now has an endemic status in Nigeria. We are not allowed to have a different opinion or else you face the music of violence. Cyber warfare on authentic social media accounts, multiple software voting on online polls platforms. Hurtlings of all invectives known to man is the knew black now.
    The average southerner who registered and collected his PVC has been cowed by threats of violence to relocate during the elections thereby being disenfranchised in his so called ‘one Nigeria’. Party cars are being burnt on the daily. Isn’t this a systematic rigging?

why will violence remain a recurrent decimal in our politics if we are confident of the candidate we sell? Why do we insist on cowing the other side if our candidate is the darling of the masses as we are meant to believe?

  1. GMB has failed to provide the minimum requirement for the job he seeks. Took us through all the rigors and national shame yet failed to produce any evidence of him being an owner to a basic school certificate. And we are told to go to court.

well, I’ve said it is pointless to go to court because the rigmarole only pointed to one thing and one thing only- the unavailability of the said certificate.

  1. He has recently shied away from a debate that would have offered him the opportunity to discuss his manifesto, lay to rest most issues his supporters claim are figments of our imaginations. A live session where every debater will be asked the same question. How can anybody perceive that it will be manipulated? Thankfully better judgement has prevailed and we now have a Channels TV organized debate coming up. This I look forward to. It will help understand both men.

And I suppose I can still be convinced to vote Buhari. But I have listened and I can’t find his message. May be I listen wrong. In which case the messenger needs to speak louder or change the message.

To be an opposition party is not child’s play. Go ask our revered Chief Awolowo. It comes with intellectual astuteness, well contrived, well outlined people oriented plans. It not a match in rhetorics.

The undoing of APC this season is their ignorance of the fact of the dynamism of voters’ behavioural change. Ignore it all you want but the Nigerian electorate has come of age and are wiser. Their decisions are theirs now. They stick to it no matter what you feel and no matter the stomach infrastructure. Ask them in Ekiti.

We’ve finally gone beyond rhetorics and this should be a lesson to those going to present themselves in 2019. We need your certificates for one thing and we need you to tell us in clear terms what you represent. We also would want to know your friends and your sponsors. Birds of different plumages hardly conglomerate.

Nigerians have decided to stick with the Transformation they can see. Check back in 4 years and we may have changed our minds, but for now GEJ stays for consolidation. And I won’t say “go and die” like some other people I know. I’ll say stick around and see how much you were almost played.
This nation belongs to all of us (as we have all agreed long time ago) and I know deep down we all love her and have good intentions for her, we only see the route of achieving this through different lenses.

#EgberiFa o!

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