Posts Tagged With: Karma

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… 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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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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Perception and Insight

See Negroid
Pride in strength
Lost to ego;
And corrupt to desire
Lusting after all mundane treasure
Bending their back to be ridden
Crying for freedom
But enslave to freedom
Their very conscience, they enslave
But freedom is from within
Alas! our minds shall be free
And behind we shall leave the demons
Then and only then, shall the Negroid be truly free

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Grateful Heart Also Laments

I am not going to church tonight, not because I woke up on the wrong side and it’s not as though am proud of it. Even though the services these days shrink my faith and add to my bricks of fears while diminishing my faith and courage, who am I to disobey the holy book and its instruction to all Christians not to neglect the gathering of the saints (even though the opposite of the implied meaning of the word “saint” is what we see in the church these days).

The lord saw me through with my academic pursuit even though for a reason best known to him, he allow me fall sick at the dawn of every semester exam with illness that has no identifiable cause or diagnosis. I went to youth service, amid my success stories he still spared my life from the hands of the devil when I was strok with somewhat “cholecystitis”. I don’t even know what that means. The doctor once said I was asthmatic but to the glory of God, I have never carried an inhaler or show forth any of the symptoms of asthma.

Time has never been a friend of my, and not even the seconds for every one of it that tick draws me closer to my grave and this hurts my feeling knowing that much is still desired of me and only but a little have I achieved.
I had a chat with my boss sometime this week and I express my displeasure with the calendar year 2015 and pray it to quickly roll up its sleeves to enable me drop it from my life’s calendar but after a careful assessment of his grace and mercy upon my life, I came to realize that it will be best insulting if I don’t acknowledge that I have a will power to whom I must give my totality to regardless of any situation that might have prevailed in my life.

So before I watch this year finally pack his baggage and bounce out of my life never to return again, I want to say a huge thank you to all my readers, followers, friends and family, adversaries, and wordpress for giving me a voice in print, sincerely, you guys are the reason behind my success story and I couldn’t have made it thus far with wordpress if not for your support. Above all, my unspeakable heartfelt gratitude goes to my creator, the higher will power to whom I must surrender my totality to in few hours time for seeing me through the year and for his promise for the upcoming years………A prosperous and fulfilling new year too you all…………Gracia.

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The post you are about reading is an extract from a folktale told by a great Igala musician celebrated all over the Igala kingdom, Dr. Elijah Abalaka JP.

Just because of the love he has for us, he gave us his only begotten son, that who so ever believe in him shall not perish but have everlasting life but people avoid churches when they are living their lives in a state of perpetual fantasy.
In a remote village where to speak ill of Christianity is to curse your very existence, she got married to this farmer who farms for bare subsistence and after four years the union was blessed with a bouncing baby boy. Years went down the road and she was unable to conceive and before accepting the unfriendly reality that heaven might have just assigned one issue to her from creation hence God has not seen fit to distribute evenly the gift of children.
Communal clash broke out between the very community she lives with a neighboring community over a bounded piece of land, the clash escalate into war and everyone flew for their dear lives, troops sent to intervened were busy arresting young men and women. While she was on her heels, she didn’t look back for her only beloved son neither was her husband; every man was left to his faith. After much destruction, peace was restore to the community and as they made their way back, she arrived and few days later her husband arrived but their only begotten son was nowhere to be found.
They hope for his return someday to no avail and soon settle for the fact that their son might be no more.
Haven’t lost farm produce and other properties to the war, they were left with nothing, she came up with a suggestion to go and take a loan and build a house by the road side then offer refuge to travelers who might be traveling the road at late hours, she explained to her husband that any person passing by who looks like a visitor will be threaten that the road ahead of him lies so many dangers and that he/she should pass the night and proceed with the trip the next day, if he/she eventually agrees, they will grant accommodation for the night and as he is deep asleep, they will murder him/her and make do with whatever belongings they were traveling with after dumping his body in the stream, her lovely husband agreed with her and few years into the business, they became influential and very rich.
Then came a later from the lost son after 21 years that he is coming home, he explained how he was captured by troops and forced to join the military which he did and now a senior officer, and will be tracing his way back home. Upon the receipt of the letter, she was very excited, she planned a huge party for the arrival of her son and called on her husband to intensify efforts to get more prey to amass more wealth for their sons arrival party.
Just a day before the actual date he wrote to his parents, he packed his belonging and set out to find his parents, on his way to the village, it was getting late and as he approached the road leading to his community, he saw an ageing man and woman who waved him to stop, as he did they both explained to him that ahead of him lies a great danger since it was getting dark and hey offered him shelter for the night which he succumbed to. As they usually do, they killed him while he was deep asleep and dumped the body in the river, while they were unpacking his bag, they saw lying beneath the bag his picture when he was seven. She looked at the picture with tears rolling down her cheek, handed it over to her husband to take a look and she screamed out that they have just killed their only son, he looked at the picture shivering but alas, he is dead, the same way others died in their hands. He tried to blame her but it was rather too late. Karma caught up with them.
Just before you think evil against another person’s child, remember yours is also walking down the road, live is full of people fighting one form of battle or the other, help them fight the battle in any little way you can and don’t add to their sorrow, live freely and let others live……………

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