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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… 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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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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Family Enslavement

In Africa, the case of removing the log in our brother’s eyes to see clearly, the speck in our own eyes is our way of life. We have never fought for our rights to be free, and have never sang our own song. Our over-ambitiousness is portrayed in every of our union, even amongst us the Negroids.
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When we foresee a gold along the road, we stir up arguments to disengage from the group and storm the proceeds of our prophetic eyes alone, a major reason why partnership among every Negroid is always a sham ending up with great display of our ignorance.

The supposed agent of change (the youth) now sees disagreement and conflict as a means to an end hence, one foolish older generation will pay the conflicting party to unit even for a day and grace his birthday occasion after which the war can continue.
Think of novelty in dubious way, think of a Negroid yet we cry in several pitfall with different tongues reeling out identical stories instead of singing with different voices stoically chanting as one and saying NO to family enslavement.

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As I trail this lonesome road of life
I by-pass different pearls of life
Intelligent, humble and pulchritudinous
But my heart was blinded to love
Wounded by nature
My heart desire no more love

Alas! My uncary heart;
Cannot not love
Then in a mystic miniature
I saw a prefiguring vision;
Of the pearl I ever imagined
She is the road leading to ecstasy
She is my world
She is Blessed.

Deprived of his love by nature, the poetic personae became reluctant to loving again, amid the intelligent, humble and beautiful girls that strew his path daily, his heart desire no more love till realizing that he can not do without loving, then came the love of his life, the unfolding reality of his illusionary perception.

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just hold on to whatever you cast your faith in and life will give you a meaning

just hold on to whatever you cast your faith in and life will give you a meaning

Faith they say changes everything and decide who will be great in life and otherwise, we use up faith everyday without necessarily knowing because our religious leader has preach it to seem nearly impossible to have faith unless you are somewhat attached to the church rituals performed every Sunday and weekly or better still there is a price to pay in other to earn faith hence the faith seed and sacrifices practiced as rituals in some places of worship. But the Christian Jesus made us understand that to every man is a measure of faith, the difference is how we apply this measure.

The sermon today is no longer to strengthen our faith but to make us feel inferior before God and weaken the faith with which we entered the church and that is why it is easy for your pastor to tell you that you took drugs to receive healing because you didn’t have faith that God will heal you when you pray forgetting that without faith in those drugs it wouldn’t effect any change in the first place.

Before you rain down on me, I believe in prayers and if ever be any human that is been made whole from the most outrageously unexplained illness through prayer on earth today, then I think it’s me but truth be say without equivocation, the religion founded today is promoting fear more than courage, hatred among Christians than love, discrimination among worshipers than unity, and above all, the accumulation of unearned wealth under the disguise that the God they serve is a rich God.
But at the end of the day one got to learn to lay his head on the pillow before getting someone to lay theirs beside

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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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