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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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Focus: Mother’s Advice

image credited to: newstatesman.com

image credited to: newstatesman.com

For thirty four years that i remained married to your dad, i carried a surface injury in my heart that he constantly pricked but being a woman has only thought me to smile through those pains.

She took me outside along the river bank under the palm trees, asked me to stare at the surrounding with deep reflection on the aesthetic of nature surrounding us. I was astonished as to what would warrant such but being born into the ethnic group i never choosed, i knew i was forbidden from expressing my rage at such a trivial task in the early hours of the morning when i should be gunning for gold to feed the family, so i did and all i saw was the beauty of the palm trees and so when she asked me what i saw, i wasn’t sure of what to say and out of accumulated curiosity, i simply asked why all this in an early hours of the day.
Twenty seven years ago. She narrated, i almost laid down my life just to ensure you see and have a life, if i could go back in times, i would have wished you came to me under a more conducive environment but i look at you every day and glorify God for the man you’ve grown up to be.

After hearing the story of Cain and Abel, and how God watched the formal killed the later just to ask him “Cain where is your brother Abel”, i have long made peace with destiny to remain married to your father despite all i have been through and all that lies ahead of me so long as we remain husband and wife till death do us part.
Your father was a far cry from what any sane person would describe as a compassionate husband. I married him when i was barely fourteen years, lost my virginity to him, bore him eight children and have never seen the nakedness of another man before or after him, but there is no year that passes by prior to the last one year that i don’t pick quarrels with his concubines or himself on their account. The very night you arrived this earth before my very eyes, your father walked passed me with one of his concubine and didn’t return to the house till dawn.
For thirty four years that i remained married to your dad, i carried a surface injury in my heart that he constantly pricked but being a woman has only thought me to smile through those pains. Today i brought you out here being my only son to pray you never to conceive it in your heart to bring pain upon any woman. I was afraid you will grow up like your father but i thank God you didn’t inherit any gene but for intelligence from him and for this am proud of you son and i return the glory to God.
You might have known me to be a very lousy mother because am always raising my voice at your father but son, i wish i had a better ways of expressing my agony for this is who i was made to be by constant hurting.

Every night as i kneel to pray i ask that God give you a compassionate heart, and a woman who would not take that for granted. I know growing technology and the new media have shaped the society and those norms we consider etiquette in our time is term “Old Fashion” so i say to you as the woman who brought you to fulfill the life God has given you, that there should be no condition whatsoever for you not to love your wife and the presupposed mother of your children, my grand kids, even if you picked her from the club or the streets, you are under an oath with me this day to love her and aside God place no one above her, not even me your mother.

For every reason there is to make her shed tears, find a million reason and ways to put smiles on her face and if the world call you names for that then remember that, no name supersedes or can speak for you but the names i gave to you in the presence of God.
Your wife will become overtly disrespectful and see you as disgusting at some point and this is the time you should love, honor, serve and worship her the most (listen to a secret son) she is carrying my grandchild and i forbid you from ever hitting her and never walk away from her, learn to keep your rage under control. So many words abound in my uncanny heart to pour out to you this day but son this little wisdom i want you to always reminisce over for my time draw nile and may not know what life holds for me tomorrow but always hold on to this words and i guarantee you will have a union where your challenges will be surmounted by wisdom rather than fighting, for the formal is wisdom and the later is a sham.

 

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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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Reality Sucks

People will come and tell you they won’t hurt you
People will come and tell you they will love you better
People will come and promise more than can fulfil
People will come and promise never to make you cry

Am sorry if you are expecting all that from me
Because I will hurt you
Because I will have a mixed feelings about you
Because I won’t make promises to you
Because I will definitely make you cry

Am not perfect and can’t promise you perfection
I hope you will find my sincerity worthy of your love
But if this revelation changes your mind
Then I hope you will change your perception about life
But if you don’t then I hope you find a better man
But if you don’t then I hope you will be there for me.
For this is my life,
I have found it worth living
And will live it over and over again.

 

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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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