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Am no Longer Slave of Fear

Am not given to making New Year resolutions or penning down a “to do list” that I will probably forget when circumstances takes a twisted turn. For me, every day is a new beginning to do what needed to be done or make that call, adjust that life style or take that decision needed to stair my life in the right direction. Some of the decisions I made last year like Reinvesting my Heart Again for some reasons best known to my creator didn’t come to pass but so many decision I didn’t jot down on any piece that just came or dawned on me from the daily mundane conversations I had with the wonderful people my creator has placed in my life saw the light of the day prominent among which is the establishment of my research firm. I have a very weird and what some folks called awkward believe system and this stems from the opinionated submission that my life has been predestined prior to my conception and the only duty I owe to the will power who have predestined my life is to be good and deviate from sin and be human in a world where everyone is devaluing the very act of humanity. I have a past that am not proud of but in this race of life where humanity strives for perfection daily, who would submit to being proud of yesterday than today is the person who is not adjusted to change and I don’t mean CHANGE in the context which the Buhari led administration came and psychological cajoled us into casting ballot for them. The year that precedes this year enslaved me to fears; fears of dying; fears of not meeting parental and societal expectations; fear of inadequacy; fears of failing my creator daily; fears of not meeting my needs then the Bethel song echoed a reassurance of my predisposition towards fear;

I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

From my mother’s womb
You have chosen me
Love has called my name
I’ve been born again
Into your family
Your blood flows through my veins

I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

I am surrounded
By the arms of the father
I am surrounded
By songs of deliverance

We’ve been liberated
From our bondage
We’re the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our freedom

You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
My fears were drowned in perfect love
You rescued me
And I could stand and sing
I am a child of God…

You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
You drowned my fears in perfect love
You rescued me
And I will stand and sing
I am a child of God

Yes, I am
I am a child of God
I am a child of God
Yes, I am
I am a child of God
Full of faith
Yes, I am a child of God
I am a child of God

I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

Just when I was looking for a way to return all the glory for this reassurance through the Holy Spirit from Bethel song, Matt Redman gave it all to me through his soul uplifting rendition

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I’ll worship Your Holy name1
The sun comes up
It’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass
And whatever lies before me
Let me be singing
When the evening comes1
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I’ll worship Your Holy name
You’re rich in love
And You’re slow to anger
Your name is great
And Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness
I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons
For my heart to find
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I’ll worship Your Holy name
And on that day
When my strength is failing
The end draws near
And my time has come
Still my soul will
Sing Your praise unending
Ten thousand years
And then forevermore
Forevermore
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I’ll worship Your Holy name

Now instinct have taken over me and I have hence resolved to do away with complaints. This disposition, Nathaniel Bassey reinforced with;

Casting crowns
Lifting hands
Bowing hearts
Is all we’ve come to do
Adonai, Adonai
Adonai, You reign on high
We will rise, in Your Name
Adonai, You reign on high
Reign on high
Reign on high
Casting crowns
Lifting hands
Bowing hearts
Is all we’ve come to do

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My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

am never giving up on Nigeria

am never giving up on Nigeria

Its yet another Independence anniversary for Nigeria and i have thought: what should i ramble about? Nothing pops up in my cheezy breezy weezy brain…..so i carried out a survey with two friends.

Sunday, my naughty friend suggested i write on “patriotism”. I declined because that would amount to betraying my conscience going by the connotative implication of the word “patriotism” hence, i cant say for sure ‘how patriotic i am’ judging by the fact that; i never recited the national anthem during NYSC orientation in camp; never remembered the nation in my sparingly morning devotion; have never worn anything green white and green(don’t even know what that connotes) and i have never made any known sacrifice for the nation aside forfeiting my meals in camp……so Mr. Sunday. What is patriotic about me when patriotism is not viewed from the perspective of the innateness school of thought?.

Mr. Suleiman suggested i, (his exact words) “write about the urgent need for a change of leadership, orientation of the masses about the brewing crisis and a host of other known issues”.

What my hommy meant by “host of other known issues is what am yet to decipher, since there was no known conference organized to itemize known issues after the Kutigi led romance that ended in 2014 and is already known.

Then as for his protest for a change of leadership, am wondering; could he be referring to a shift in political party? (I don’t think so, hey! No way, this dude is too sensitive not to know that the ruling party and the oppo-attacking are the same; could he be referring to the military taking over power? Nah! That guy enjoys his swags and freedom of expression and choice, especially with matters unconnected with the opposite sex, no way he will advocate for TYRANTS

Maybe he was referring to the youths. But how can that be? I remember him telling me during our undergraduate days….”oboy if i get dey opportunity na to enrich myself and my family oh…no time” ( his exact word). How can the same person advocate for his types to take over the helms of affair for change..nah.

Less I forget, he equally mentioned the orientation of the masses against the brewing crisis. Why the question of who the masses are in Nigeria is making the local pharmaceutical store in by neighborhood rich in the sales of paracetamol each time I search my head for the answer. I think the Anus-Horribilis of some slapsticks comedians from the south who are planning genocide and separation of Nigeria or the ongoing political genocide by the scariest element in the north should not be viewed as brewing crisis or the mindset of the masses (just thinking aloud).

With my glass of champagne raised acknowledging; Nelson Mandela, Fella Kuti, Nnamdi Azikiwe, Shehu Shagari, Michael Kombol,Ezekiel Asemah, Ngugi, Brutus, Achebe, Soyinka,Birago Diop, Gabriel Okara, Gever Celestine, Kayode Teslim, Ogujobi Jeremiah, Ifeoluwa, Timi Yesiebo, wordpress, Suleiman Isiaka, Dickson Ajogu, Opeyemi, my humble self and other black heroes who fought and are still fighting for the physical freedom of the black race……. i wish you guys a happy independence anniversary………thanks for flying with me.

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The Dollar Syndrome (2)

As you read, the dollar syndrome has affected even marital consummation, I eavesdropped into a discussion, a man was telling his friend (I guess) that his wife now denied him sex because dollar was high. The same fellow went ahead pouring out his randy rage on Mr. President but never questioned the sanity of his wife.

The only path to true human development and liberation for the majority of the people of Nigeria is through the transformation of struggle to replace and reshape negative thought with positive ones and work towards it, that is why development should be seen beyond government or economic affair but rather as an overall social process of the citizens which is dependent upon the outcome of their effort to deal with their natural environment and make positive contribution towards the development of their country rather than make democracy in this country a process by which we elect the man who takes the blame…..Freeman 2014

If there is anything Nigerians are good at, it is finding fault where there is non and apportioning blame and that is why men find it sane to blame or divorce their wife for not giving birth to a male child.
Our bad attitudes must be blamed on the president. Why not, after all he is the head of the nation but picture a scenario where the blame for every juvenile acts perpetuated by a child is apportioned to the father. I guess you will agree with me that we will have as much fatherless children as rogues, cultist, rapist, murderers and thieves. But someone must be blame and that person definitely is not the ape or monster that resides in everyone of us, that person is; the president, the governor, the local government chairman, the counsellors that we elected into power.

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The Dollar Syndrome

There is a three word expression that has gained ground and potency as a cover-all explanation for evil and ungodliness in our country Nigeria lately: “Dollar has increased” or put in a street man parlance,; “dollar don rise”.
These words have been so abused that today if you greet your fellow man on the street, he ignores you just to inform you later in writing that he ignored your prior greeting because dollar was high.
The market women selling Amala, Ogbono, Egusi, Locust beans and many more staple food produced and predominantly marketed in Nigeria now take refuge in the dollar syndrome and hike the price of her commodities.
Lecturers find this syndrome a welcome development and hike the price of their copy pasted materials. To consult your Doctor, you must pay double because dollar is high. Parents now deprive their offspring due pocket money while taking refuge in the dollar syndrome, muggers now attack at will and their victims must blame the dollar, you will now believe me when I say Nigerians are very competent with matters unrelated to taking selfish advantage of good intentions for evil ends and the bulk of it is perpetuated by Christians, and don’t be surprised if a church leader now ask his congregation to double their offerings and tithes because dollar is high.
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As you read, so many slapstick comedians have taken over the social media displaying their level of mental immaturity and the man on the receiving end is the president. An average Nigerian goes to the toilet, finds it difficult to pass faeces – the president is to be blame for being too authoritative on his faeces. He passes his faeces easily – the president is to be blame for being too soft. He fails a job interview; – the president is to be blame for being an illiterate. He passes the job interview – the president is too educated for his liking. You still wonder why I defined Democracy in the Nigeria context as “the process of electing the man to take the blame for our bad attitudes”.?
I am not an economist, and the justification for the president’s stand on not devaluing the county’s currency does not resides in my domain of interpretation or analysis but all am saying here is that, a little skepticism and insightful study will do Nigerians no harm, if only we could study the policy and have a clear cut objective argument/debate, then they would have been less of all this argumentum ad hominem.

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Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator,
Reverberation of pains in my heart heaps.
Not for the open gate of obtainment;
Not for the apparent restiveness of my generation;
Not for my labouring mother;
Nor for my toiling father.

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator,
I weep with melancholy glued to my face
Not for my mal-nutritional meals;
Not for the darkness of the night;
Nor the presences but lack of water.
Not for the liberation of your children,
For twenty children do not play for twenty years.
But, alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator,
For this pain I shall but no longer bear.

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator,
For your light is now made visible darkness
And we must follow the path with no other light,
If we don’t, they say demons possess your body,
If we don’t, they say we question you,
If we don’t, they rebuke us;
They carry out all form of ritual to maim us.

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator,
For I am given to much ramblings
But what can I do with this vulnerable body of yours?
I fear that I may be converted.
Converted but not to the wisdom of thy doctrine.
But I fear I may be converted;
To the visible dark path they conjure.

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator,
For I too seek the root of all evil,
But in my quest I yearn for your undiluted wisdom,
To lead the untwisted path,
For thy time draw nigh,
When thy true illumination gives immortal life.

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Questionist Reborn

In quest for freedom and corrupt free nation;
In quest to bind and kill the destiny killer
We are biased with myopic myopia
Seldom our thought
That from the spring of wantonness loot;
That from the ever open gate of obtainment;
That from the negroid rock of age;
That from the long gonna imperialist
Lies our long-suffering

Alas! our suffering is alphabeta
For unto a higher form of subjugation
Is our reborn
Delivered from a questionist labour room
To a feeble born idaadaa
Accepting hook line and sinker,
We deliver our death warrant to blind obedience
But how obedient are our teachers?
Ah! I shall judge not,
For the anointing must not be touch
But does the anointing touch me?
If it does, I must not question
For the ways of God I must understand not
Me not anointed,
Me not theologically schooled,
Me a mare mortal;
Must be submissive to the anointed
Whom is my pulley to my eternal home,
But my day shall break,
For I alone must brake my day,
I must be a questionist again,
I must stage a revolution in my heart,
I must submit myself to Biblical inquiry;
Rather than religious indoctrination
For the former is the wisdom to toss me to my kingdom
But the later is blindness without cure

Idaadaa: in Igala language, one of the ethnic groups in Nigeria, the phrase refers to a non opinionated being who just succumbs to everything and everyone’s opinion without questioning whether its right or wrong

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