House of Poetry

The Fallen General--Osama Bin Laden At the Backyard of Life

2011-05-02T17:16:00.001+01:00

Oh boy, a sweet rhyme flows in me; 'an Obama has killed an Osama' beat that! After all without the Bad guys, how do the Good guys shine? And without the Darkness, how does the Light make a difference?

Osama was a moslem; but does Osama represent Islam? Or is he an Islamic figure? Would the true Islamic world accept Osama been portrayed as an Islamic figure? Or is there truly a linkage between Islam and terror?

Head or tail, this would have happened anytime, anyway; but my thought now is-the burial at sea of Osama because he was a moslem,marks to me a kind of lasting respect to a man(looking from the eyes of the world) who 'do not deserve it'. For a man of Osama's pedigree, should not the 24hrs Islamic rite be denied his body and let the world see it? Hmmm...the action is in a way an irritation to Islam that has been stylized 'terror' in an undertone.

I do not think a honorable General do not deserve a good death/burial from another General who has captured him and also I think a dishonorable General like Osama(from the eyes of the world) deserves a honorable death/burial. It wouldn't have sparked any trouble in whatever region of the world if Osama was not buried immediately at sea according to rite(not even among the Islamic world)-to my mind. However, this has only created a fishy and unnecessary suspicion about the whole operation.

But anyway, congratulations to President Obama it's a great achievement. It takes a Prince to bind a Prince, a Lion to raise a Lion, you have excelled President Obama. Osama came; he lived and made his mark, with his imprints left behind for generations to come to learn from.

Current Political Intrigues and the Drums of War

2011-02-06T18:52:00.002+00:00

For those who do not yet know what happened in hell when Jesus Christ died and went down to hell, let me explain; there was a conference of all powers of darkness and massive celebration of the death of the Master by satan and his demonic hosts and angels. Champagne, Cognac, Bacardi, Johnny Walker, Whiskey, Cigarettes, pot, weed, cocaine etc and all assorted drinks, drugs and narcotics, with human heads on platters of silver and gold as barbecue. They were irate and joyous when suddenly a rumbling voice startled the celebration as they beheld what they never expected, even the master devil was the first to hide because Life came to death; death swallowed life and death died. The entrance of Jesus into hell wasn’t what the host of hell expected; the ensued war was fierce as Jesus dispossessed satan and collected from him the key to hell and made public shame of satan, so that those held bound in hell and had for long lived in fear of death could be liberated.

Suddenly and unconsciously, the greatest political war Nigeria or perhaps the world has ever seen is already stirred up, though Nigerians and the world might not realize it; yet this is one long drawn war to rage for a very long time between the household of Saul and David.
Mr. JEGA has won the Presidential ticket of the PDP now and there is partly celebration and self confidence that ASO ROCK is an assured comeback come May 29 this year of our Lord and this is because the almighty and one and only party of Africa the PDP has anointed him to be. Yet there are many enemies, unhappy with JEGA right now, who are wishing and probably wishing that JEGA would mistakenly sip a poison and fall down and die so that they take his place. And in this category is the Adamawa boy—Atiku and the one and only ‘We are still in Power’ a.k.a IBB. At the other camp with JEGA-oh by the way, just so you don’t know we have 2 JEGAs, one is Jega of INEC while the other is JEGA 1 of Nigeria (Jonathan Ebele Goodluck Azikiwe). So like I was saying, at this other camp with JEGA is the almighty ebora of Owu, one and only ‘shut up! I’m not supposed to be here’ (Source: Ikeja Bomb Blast) a.k.a OBJ. all these figures are sworn enemies among themselves and it won’t be long from now before you begin to see the drawn battle that produced: ‘I dey laugh o!’, ‘eh, eh, me self dey laugh o!’ synergize to produce: ‘we be one o’.

Believe me, these figures have all come to their ends and they will all put together their strength and all they represent to fight a common war because they have a common destiny ‘to fall right down’. And to avert this, they will muster their forces together and join to JEGA who will make tradeoffs with them to have each others back because of the sudden entrance of a two edged trouble into their midst in the persons of General Muhammad Buhari and Pastor Tunde Bakare.

So much is at stake here: if IBB loses his investments in Egypt and who knows maybe in Tunisia too if he has any there; he will not fold his arm and watch his empire crumble knowing well that a Buhari/Bakare presidency is a forgone conclusion for his going down, he will fight and drag along with him all his forces of darkness. Or how do you explain a Buhari/Bakare presidency to OBJ? the Alliance above have a common destiny and they will fight to ensure this duo do not smell that presidency. But then shall be fulfilled the verdict that says in 1 kings 20:11 that says: ‘let him that puts on his armor not boast like him who takes it off’.

After the annulment of the June 12 and the resultant wrath of Nigerians it pulled across the nation; coffins with images of IBB were carried in Ibadan and mighty Ijebu with enough akara for the wake keeping, years after, the man IBB was still active and alive, so I said to people since all these done at Ibadan and Ijebu couldn’t terminate this man’s life, this is God’s assignment and I kind of feel within me that the downfall of those who for long held this nation and her people bound is here.

As for me, I do not pity Buhari/Bakare as a result of this ensued war because I know the end of the matter already after all, a war strategist said: he who is doomed for destruction thinks about the battle first before the victory but he destined for victory thinks about victory first and even rejoices before the battle. And did Jesus not say ‘be of good courage, I have overcome the world?’ this is a fierce and long drawn battle, but the outcome is determined already.

But if you are so curious to know about the outcome: send me 20 chickens, 15 cows, 30 rams and 50,000 N1000 notes that has never been spent before, directly from the mint and I tell you. And lastly ‘don’t die before the New Nigeria, keep your panties dry.’

Valley of Decision--the call of Destiny!

2011-01-26T11:01:00.000+00:00

In the Field of Destiny, by the way of the Valley of Decision; you either look up and move up or look to the corners of the earth and sink deep below. However when you turn back in the day of battle and refuse to step into your own destiny, you abort the destinies of many who are connected to yours.

Integrity

2011-01-26T10:59:00.002+00:00

Now comes the days when integrity becomes the only universally acceptable currency; when the monsterous systems fail and thousands of grips lay hold of the helm of an upright garment to show the way through the dark tunnel. How my soul had longed!

Wind of Evil

2011-01-02T07:14:00.000+00:00

from one blood came every man,nation on the earth;
seeing the world becomes perversely cruel and warped by the day as a result of the fall of man, take heed and let not Nigeria say suicide bombing is not culturally Nigerian but an Arab thing, a western thing, thus can never happen, for today it is here. Let not America accuse the Middle East of Sectarianism, Estreemism, Radicalism and the likes nor the Middle East, America of the nude girls shaking their thing in the videos; infecting the world. For the wind thus blow round and take the veil off the reserved for the life of nudity and the lovers of the world for a sectarian way, except man, nations operate in a higher dimension sold out to heaven.
This is the nucleus of this piece: every man, nation on earth can do anything and pickup the other way of life however nauseating while sacrificing the good way and no society is culturally, ethically, religiously and morally immuned from all forms of evil going on in the world.
It is thus the greatest height of foolishness to snare at others and say 'that is culturally not our way of life, it cant't happen here'--only that truly the sons of trouble aren't born/grown yet in your domain.
Remember; from one blood all nation,man was made, thus test your blood.

Grief

2010-12-23T15:13:00.000+00:00

when distaste fills my mouth;
when speaking becomes like chewing needles;
when my strenght is sapped;
when I spirit loathe all
and my soul yearns for outerlife;
when violence swirls in me
and rage whirls up;
when my feelings get dirty
and I feel like taking it out
on someone or something for
all around me;
when I thirst so badly
and desire my miseries end now,now;
when I find no pleasure in nothing
and displeasure in all--
i thirst!
take me I pray to the place higher
than I.
I am done in the multitudes of my ways,
let me for once have joy and peace
in this life of mine.

When Sovereignty is not...

2010-12-22T09:54:00.000+00:00

When does sovereignty ceases to be? And where does globalisation and national security robs another state of its impregnable state? Can there trully be such thing as true sovereignty of a nation-state?

Integrity--New Global Currency

2010-12-22T09:49:00.000+00:00

Suddenly we step into a new era where integrity is the only acceptable global currency and where the strong go on bended kneels for the weak to lead the way!

The World Orders

2010-12-06T11:40:00.000+00:00

This today's New World Order has barely produced the seed for the sustenance of future Order and Security because it is deeply rooted in the Old World Order; only coated with gold, though inwardly it is falsehood. Hence today's New World Order becomes a Modern World Order like the Modern Nigeria that must soon be destroyed for the emergence of the True New World Order built on true: Truth, sovereignty, equity and justice.

In the Hearts of Men

2010-11-30T19:34:00.000+00:00

how long does it take the tree to grow?
how long does it take the seed to sprout
amidst bliss by the river that never runs dry?
how wary is the sower of seeds
about the nature of seeds sown?
for seeds do become trees and
they do bare much fruits.

blindness of the heart—
the deceitfulness of destruction.
Darkness the mystery—
cloacked with pride in a deceitful
fanning fame of popularity and stardom.

put the rod to the back,
save the soul from the bottomless hole.
pray the rod plays it role that the soul
may be whole and taste the light.

what differences?
what differences exist between
a nuclear bomb and a nuclear pile?
except that one is channelled towards
destruction and the other towards
positive construction by means of a rod;
and except therefore the Almighty
had intervened with His Rod thereof; an addon.

an addon to the list of troubles on your streets,
an addon to the list of terror and terrorists,
an addon to the number of thugs and
gangsters in your neighborhood,
an addon to the list of those appointed to die,
an addon to the souls never to see the light.

what then lies inherently in the bad guy
and never was in the good guy?
what storm birthe the still water and
made the troubled water boil?

where do lost souls go?
where do hovering spirits marked
for darkness roost?
buy back from the market of souls,
the appointtees for darkness;
who long ago let down all guards and
exchanged their souls on the platter
of their will for the life enshrined in darkness;
let them find a place to rest in the light.

Unspoken Truth

2010-11-21T19:16:00.000+00:00

Deposit of power—deposit of trouble!
Its either I exercise it and destroy the destroyer
or I don’t and the destroyer consumes me.
There exists a swelling within me,
by the day it grows.
I try to suppress and choke it, but the more I do,
the more it suppresses me and throws me into bondage.

Therefore I see I have become a slave!
Slave to that swelling inside of me.
Spirit, soul, flesh and blood steer up conflict within and outside of me;
with my spirit desiring to do what is right,
but my flesh negates every will of the spirit thereby causing war within,
my soul just gets fed up with the battle between my spirit and flesh;
it guns and yearns for departure into rest—backyard of conflicts and lies!

At the brink of a cruxes pedestal my life is hanging,
the seed planted has become a tree by the rivers
and these rivers must be living else this tree should be dead!
The crescendo has made up to an ecstasy that can’t be gainsaid about.
I’m in trouble help me!
The seed of truth would not let me be till I serve it,
but my flesh loathes this seed.

My spirit is bound to it forever and a servant forever,
but flesh and blood are rebellious causing uneasiness
within and outside of me oh poor me!
Who is going to help me?
Who will deliver me from this plague?
Just one! Just one!
I mean, just once to let the swelling an outburst, maybe just maybe!

Truth swells, help me—flesh and blood cry!
What a pitiable item I’ve become!
I trudged the maternity and beheld screaming
cut through and pierce through the environ,
emotions ran wild in me and
pity for the woman ate me up.
And I am not pitiable myself?

Outside she was hard pressed,
inside is a big creature seeking an unleashing
through a tiny exit,
then all of a sudden, a big-bang mess;
baby in dirt, blood and water flow never mixing.
Then I considered after a very long while—what I call a trick,
she who cried and screamed is now asking for more.

Hmm…
who knows maybe if I let this swelling out
the woman is my mirror?
But what if flesh and blood gets angry
and destroys me for yielding to the spirit?
What if the truth doesn’t deliver me?
What if I get in trouble by my flesh?

I have come to an edge—
if I die, I die! If I perish, I perish!
I must choose this day.
Then I considered that truth is good,
that we need speak the truth
for the sake of those that doesn’t have the power to.
And that when we speak it, we gain power!

And since what swells in me gains power every day,
why flow against this current?
I will rub my skin with the cream called power,
that the outside might balance the inside
and I gain stability on all sides.
This is my decision and it’s final!
Truth swells—flesh and blood cry!

Calling

2010-11-20T13:47:00.000+00:00

Callings of a distance,
utterances of my name,
thoughts of me in an invisible and eternal heart,
meditations of my assignment upon a heavenly canvass;
the tingling of my ears.

Tingling of my ears!
Tingling of my ears as though a heavenly
conference is holding,
my name on the table, my life deliberated,
all hands on deck and all sleeves rolled up;
time of my unleashing!

Callings of a distance,
tingling of my ears,
build ups of armies on mountains,
hour of action; destiny yearning!

The road to walk,
the path to thread,
the loneliness of the road of destiny,
calling of a distance,
tingling of my ears,
pedestal of glory,
onlookers of the moment,
the fulfilling of destiny.

2010-11-19T19:57:00.000+00:00

though man should by all means walk the path of equity, yet equality is a utopian pedestal that can never be attained.

The Constant Variable

2010-11-19T19:52:00.000+00:00

Foolishness and madness are one;
They are companions and roll together.
Let X be a variable;
Foolishness + Madness =X

There is wisdom
And then there is a thin line between
Wisdom and X
X = foolishness + madness.

Between wisdom, foolishness and madness
There is a thin line.
A wise heart in the midst and power of
Its wisdom can utter stack foolishness
And raven madness; that even the
Foolish man would be a great judge
And the madman an upright spirit.

An unguided mind!
An unguided great mind is susceptible to
Stack foolishness and raven madness.
Any great mind not guided by the word of truth
Can display a foolishness that even the most foolish
Man on earth would feel on top of the world.

With much foolishness not guided by the
Word of truth is a glaring shallowness,
Though not seen by the world most times
Because it is accounted for fashion.
The border post is so thin that;
If one is wise, you don’t want to get to the other end.

The Philosophy of Cowardice -a psychological dissection! Waging War Vol. 4

2010-09-24T18:26:00.000+01:00

Fellow Nigerians:

For me I consider it no hard feelings to say thank you to our past leaders in this weak nation going great. And my focus is on the code-name IBB(a wonderful father)-I did not say my father, but I said a wonderful father. I say thank you to him for stepping out to rule our dear weak nation going great in those years when there was no one capable enough to lead this nation. Yet you and I should recall that ‘like father like son’. If at all I was a son to IBB and I had been raised and natured by him, hmm…then you would have a ‘like father like son’ scenario.

Be considerate Nigerians and recall that the young man IBB came out to rule a weak nation like ours in his days as a service when no one was willing to. Therefore give kudos to him for coming out again as an old man since there are no young people capable of leading this nation. Maybe my dear old Papa IBB did not raise me well then as a young person if I were his son—well ‘like father like son’, because an Evil Genius can only give birth to an Evil Genius anyway.

Let me end my little letter to all Nigerians by letting you see a scientific research on the nature and composition of our one and only Great of the Greatest Ruler, IBB. I hope you do understand this clumsy scientific breakthrough. I hate the word ‘luck’ but anyway good luck as you read. You might need 100% concentration and your toilet might just be good enough a place, if it is clean enough and never mind, you are used to it anyway, clean or stinking. Forgive me for being nasty, it has only come to be allowed in this Modern Nigeria; or is it just a ‘like father like son thing’? Have a wonderful day and don’t steal at work. Oh I forgot, ‘like father like son’, I mean $12.5 Billion is not small money, some father did too. I never mentioned IBB, you know it. I will see you where we normally meet, later.
And by the way, in case your head begins to pound and whirl while reading the scientific jargons below, drop the piece jejely and flee, it might be a letter bomb and can make heads explode.
…………………………………………………………………………………..

A mental war!
The pawn in the hand of a scared-thrift rat; setting into a perpetually, restless, merry-go-round fashion; a people groping in the dark with non-cohesive voices.
My philosophy of cowardice is deeply rooted in the strategy of mental war unleashed against the target(the Nigerian people). But behind the glittering façade of the bravery in the spotlight, is a dearth of fear and cowardice cloaked with powerful artistry of scheming of a skunk.

To a hungry people, to an oppressed people, however played by the basest thing on earth, a mental war will prevail. I need not have a power of my own really, so long as you the rightful heirs and heiress to the throne of goodness are blinded in oppression and hunger and are now unable to see that I am just a cock in a cowboy’s outfit pulling the strings of your destiny; all I need is simply what you have and are not able to see and fight for.

A little jolt by a mere shadow can cause a flock of 150 million sheep to run down the steep into death minus me, even though the shadow was seen by just one sheep. But truly the shadow was scared to death too, coming in contact with the flock, but seeing the flock take such flight and even going ahead to name the shadow ‘Evil genius’ sparks a great idea in the shadow that is irresistible. And that idea is simply hiding behind such a colossal name to make the shadow look like a colossus. Now to maintain the stature of that fearful name, there is need to put up a new public image; artistically carved by a professional artist; the image of being slimy with all perfections of deceit and lies, a body language of delicateness—an art of speaking less and a poisonous smile (mother of all seductive smiles).

Once this is perfected, though the people complain against the colossus, they no longer see the cowardice cloaked in the robe of bravery which even a few flutter of a butterfly can pull off. A mesmerizing stature is attained already and to keep up with that ‘respectable’ image of a colossus, all the paraphernalia of sliming has to be perfected in order to cover the ‘nobody’ underneath.

This is my philosophy of cowardice; an Evil Genius is a secluded scared rat living in the cocoon of flight. Its power is strengthened when attention is paid to it; for it seeks recognition. Yet, if you also give to it no recognition, it enlarges beyond life and usurps all available powers by deceit under your nose without realizing it. This is my advice as a young person; the old might have a better—mount a constant and heated siege around its hole, in a highly pressurized form, the result would amaze you, to know what sort of bravery lies behind those cloaks of tricks in a mendacious subtlety.

////////////The IBB Fundamentals!//////////////

What Pride is not

2010-09-12T22:17:00.000+01:00

It is impossible to be God's firebrand and not be a proud person; except you are always accomodative; letting brotherly love and peace continue even in the absence of truth; being neither here nor there.

Excellence of the New Nigeria

2010-09-07T11:41:00.000+01:00

For those of us who seek to be different in this crooked and perverse generation, i think we need to pray constantly for the
spirit of excellence because sometimes we loose steam and are unable to continue whatever good that we begin in this nation
and everything just die down; its a babylonian spirit and it was said of 'this Daniel'; faultless, one in whom dwells the
spirit of excellence. except we possess this spirit so that as it was said to Zerubabbel; the hands of Zerubabbel has laid the
foundation of this house and his hand shall finish it with the shout of grace, grace unto it, we might just continue with the
same spirit working in our leaders with abandoned projects here and there.
i believe we must strive to wash ourselves, because face it whatever, whatever is the ills that dwells in the nigerian society
it dwells in the lives of each individual of her people and it is now left for us to always look back to ourselves when we see
such ills and probe whether it is in us and make the rightful amends--that is the New Nigeria. how be it that all nigerians
be filled with this spirit of excellence from God; it is an instant transformation of life back to the Paradise of God!
AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED, I CHOOSE FROM NOW ON TO LIVE IN THE NEW NIGERIA IN THE NOW AND I AM ALREADY IN THE NEW NIGERIA
BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BRING THE NEW NIGERIA INTO NOW BY THE WAY I LIVE MY LIFE!

The 7000

2010-09-07T11:36:00.000+01:00

Elijah ran for his life from Jezebel and presented himself before God who asked him what he was doing were he was hiding and
he answered 'they have killed all your prophets and i alone im left'. God told him He had reserved 7000 for Himself who had
not bowed to the Baal(idols,corruption etc). It struck me some weeks back that we have 774 local governments in Nigeria, divide 7000 by 774 you get
an average of 9. That means 9people in each local government, some local government have 9 Wards, it means one man in each Ward.
Guys, why not that one man being Counselor in his Ward and the 9 in the Local Government and the 7000 in the 774 local governments?
You and I need to move out to evangelize Nigeria like we do Jesus! It's a technology I've used over and over; it turns out real
great and interesting and some Nigerians could be so thoughtful and malleable.

Leadership

2010-09-07T11:34:00.000+01:00

How would a right leader(ship) without the right followership breed the New Nigeria? I know we know we say that just one
right man from God; but let us also remember Isreal in and coming out of Egypt; having been saved by the hand of Moses and
with Egypt having been destroyed, the Isrealite fell victim of the same fate because they did not align with that one right
man that God gave them. The Nigerian fate requires a 50/50 affair from the leadership and followership and until the Nigerian
populace realise that we are the ones responsible for all the woes of this nation(for the leaders arise from the followers),
we might fall victim like Isreal in the wilderness with an 'entitlement mentality'; not accepting our wrongs.
yet if God chooses a one man like we say that He should give us one right man; that right man had better known the
dress code: for me(rod in the righthand, staff in the lefthand and sword on the thigh). If God does not save peacefully, I have always
prepared in my mind uptill now not to rule out war.

The Plague of Power Transformers’ Cable Theft in Lagos

2010-09-04T18:01:00.000+01:00

From Owodunni/Awoyokun in Palmgrove, Lagos Nigeria; a plague is sweeping through the town in a ferocious manner carting away with it a single item of interest ‘Transformer Cables’ and leaving behind; the old, young, men and women in these areas panting and gasping for breath. The whole area has suddenly gone quite and people simply gaze with no knowledge of what to do. Even if we do know what to do, the strength to do isn’t there anymore, knowing that even if the cables be replaced, it might not last again more than a couple of hours before the ‘owners’ of the cables come ‘take’ them away again just as it almost happened to a school nearby us, whose cables were stolen and the PHCN guys came and replaced them only for the ‘owners’ to come again about 2-3 nights later; thanks to the newly stationed night guard around the transformer who saw the owners right at the act of trying to steal the cables again and they fled.

Three times in less than a year, four times in less than 2 years; for the ones I’ve witnessed, it first happened around Oct-Dec. 2009 when suddenly we heard the cables had been stolen, it took close to 2-3months for the almighty PHCN to come replace them at Dec. and just as the cry of the baby was heard and the shouts of joy filled the whole maternity ward, there came the shrieks of a crib death in January and there we go again the cables gone. And how do we explain to the almighty PHCN their cables had been stolen again after a wonderful gesture they bestowed on us by replacing the stolen cables only for it to be stolen again by who, by they themselves? Well, they freaked out and insisted unless we the neighborhood provide security for their installation (imagine MTN, GLO, ZAIN etc to ask the neighborhoods to provide security for their installations) hell who cares? But not with the almighty PHCN, we foolishly complied and spent about N150, 000+. And let me gist you the location of the transformer so you understand better: it is on the highway (Ikorodu road), on an undeveloped land overgrown with bushes and thorns. You dare don’t stay around that spot more than 5seconds at night lest…ok. Some of us insisted relocation of the transformer but others and PHCN prevailed and installed another cables.

Now it has come yet again in the month of August, they yet have struck, what do we do? It is happening at an alarming rate all around: going out everyday and hearing people say ‘they wanted to steal our cables or they stole our cables’. Hopefully it would be they stole our transformer soon.
It happened somewhere in Ketu also and residents of that neighborhood went ahead to arrest the manager of the PHCN and I learnt he did confess to have done it along with his boys. Each time cables are to be stolen, there usually is a power cut first; the officials of PHCN must be made to answer to all these weird and rampaging theft of cables with market value of N250, 000 (they said so ‘PHCN’ not me). Imagine in our own situation 4*250, 000 = 1,000, 000 (cool cash), pardon my remark or rather who really cares.

Two Jolly Good Fellows…Pakistan and India!

2010-08-27T19:51:00.000+01:00

The flooding that swept across Pakistan in recent days is surely one that no one would pray for and an indicator that the global warming is what our leaders across the world need to take seriously. And to leaders of developing countries mostly in Africa, they need to arise too, to find a solution to this common problem that plagues the human race. I do not believe that so much should be dispensed towards clamoring or arguing about who puts what on the table and who does not, yet I do not also disagree that nations that emit more shouldn’t put more on the table. But we need to work together in striking a balance to forge a pattern to ameliorate the sufferings of many across the world as a result of global warming; because when the eyes cry even the nose runs.

The tension that had raged between the two nuclear neighbors for years had been a source of concern to the international community but all that seem to have been tossed behind between both countries all in the name of giving a helping hand in the evil days. This is a very welcome development, and one one could only hope turns out to be a point of reflection in days ahead when the two leaders of both countries are seated at the table dialoguing about the fate of both nations.

The Pakistani flooding left in its paths sorrows and destruction. But in a bittersweet fashion it left behind what I see as blessings and grains(this is not to in anyway insult the sensibility of those who suffered loss please) by means of the hand extended by India to its nuclear neighbor Pakistan and the acceptance of the $5m given it by the Indian government. I pray and hope this does turn out to be a springboard to permanent peace at the border of the Asian brothers and restore the strained diplomatic tier between the two nations.

Third Term—the Obasanjo Syndrome…ambition and the place of God

2010-08-27T19:23:00.000+01:00

I recently read a post in a blog (multibrand.blogspot.com) concerning President SBY of Indonesia ambition to run for a third term despite the constitutional provision for a two term period and it seems just like yesterday to me. Obviously the Obasanjo’s Syndrome seem to be creeping into the hearts of leaders abroad wanting to tow the third term line by all means to perpetuate in power. Former Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo was in power from 1999-2007 and at the tail end of his administration it was obvious the old man already brought in a new lexicon into the Nigerian polity by sponsoring groups to chant and sing his praises that he alone can run the country and he alone is the messiah that can do it all.

As a result of this; activist, lawyers, labour unions, socio movements rose up against this move and socio commentators where all over the place making their own noises. Indeed to these leaders, it just is what it is ‘noises’; because despite the constitutional provision of a two term period, this man was prepared to give it all it takes and the National Assembly was just there to help him. News of money exchanging hands filled everywhere, widespread corruption took center stage and reached its peak. Though Obasanjo refused to publicly declare he seeks a third term, his body language said it all, the groups fronting for him said it all, his own refusal to give answers when asked direct questions by pressmen said it all and the fact that his whole cabinet members and advisers clamored that he alone is the messiah crowned it all. At both chambers of the National Assembly—the Senate and House of Representatives there were divergent and disagreeing views. A topical issue it sure became all over Nigeria for close to a year and a half at the expense of national growth and development.

Royal dignitaries came into Aso Rock from all over the country to pay the President a visit and give him their supports and a lot of states to states visits were made by the old man, going by the fact that the President finds pleasure in making tens of foreign trips within few months and non within Nigeria; but this third term changed that because there was need to grease hands.

The root cause of this ambition is greed and what it produces in the system is corruption, widespread inflation and government work and activities become relegated while mediocrity takes over with everyone doing all so as to please the boss, I mean who wants to lose his job? Now non of the public agitations halted Obasanjo’s ambition because the National Assembly fixed a date to entertain the debate whether or not to amend the constitution to be able to allow the president run for a third term. But men forget easily that God rules in the Kingdoms of men and gives it to whomever that pleases Him. And as God would have it, He spoke by a Prophet—Pastor Tunde Bakare that if it rains anywhere in Nigeria(it was dry season then in Nigeria; the rains had not yet come), the third term issue would be dead. So the battlefield shifted and moved over to the church. On the day of the debate, text messages started streaming in to the Pastor that it rained here, it rained there, even at Abuja and more so on the National Assembly—the third term issue was just heard to have been dead and no one knew how it happened other than those who knew about the prophesy and believed it was the hand of God.

To my brothers and sisters in Indonesia; be strong and rise up against every form of self perpetuation and know that these people do not invent a new wheel but use the same old ones being used by those of the past, even though they come in another or different form. Fight for a true people’s government and do not allow yourselves to be imposed upon a government you have no pleasure in. Whoever amends a constitution that grants him two terms and brought him into power to allow him a third term, will do same at the end of that third term to enable him a fourth term and so on until he dies in government house. It is an insatiable spirit, like fire that never devours enough, don’t be fooled

Cry…The prayer and meditations of the heart of Kissinger the son of Akugue

2010-08-22T19:01:00.000+01:00

How long, how long Lord?
The cry of your beloved son!
My spirit loathes my whole state.
Drunkenness is like dross—
the dissipation of strength and dignity.

Between You and me, I feel as though a bridge exist.
May the bridge collapse and not be rebuilt,
may its ruins pulverize and its ground becomes Synergy!
May Synergy become a memorial and a name to You forever.
Where are You, From Everlasting to Everlasting?
I am searching!

To You I’ve made many petitions and
sometimes I feel as though greed is eating me up.
Just one word from You, just one time to hear Your voice,
yet I still can’t be satisfied nor can I get too much of You!
If I lust for anything in this world at all,
let it be for You my Father.

Of strength I am sapped!
Take away from me drunkenness
and let not deep sleep lay hold of me.
Sluggishness—let it not have dominion over me,
grant me understanding.

Misery tossed me like a whirlwind into
three dimensional dreams,
my composure and growth was carted away by the tempest.
Grant me wisdom which I lust for,
that I may know how to redeem time.

At the break of the dawn, I saw it!
The length of which traversed the zenith
and devoured beyond my horizon,
I was caught off guard due to slothfulness,
It rained on me confusion,
anxiety ran wild like venom,
knocked down below ready to be extinguished;
I sought for the backyard of life as an escape,
domains of my countenance was grimaced—
epitome of head down in the street.
I’m human not a plant, yet my head
was south like a bulrush, withered like a plant.
Everywhere I turned I heard ‘welcome, welcome’
Into the deadness of death!
I sought for a birthday into a new realm.
Free-falling, I went from depth to depth
as though beyond the earth crust.

Pulled up! Pulled up!
21 guns salute for him who went,
who saw, and who conquered!
Singings of angels on high,
shouts of hallelujah resonates never terminating,
how Lord?

From where You pulled me, how did You do it?
It has never been done before—
no man has ever achieved this fit.
With a long and mighty arm I was pulled up.
You just made me a General deserving 21 guns salute,
you just won for me battle of the deep.

You just made me victorious and more than a conqueror,
but then now I’ve tasted of You and
I just can’t get enough,
pull me up I pray thee to Your citadel of glory
that surpasses my imaginations,
let not my soul find a place to rest in quagmire!

Paradox of Glory

2010-08-22T18:58:00.000+01:00

Awkwardly I stood lolled in the valley of hopelessness,
I gazed to the top of the mountain,
whose peak is in the heavens;
my heart fainted within me,
distastes filled my tongue,
my belly knotted and all hopes vaporized.
Desires became like cold water flowing from a tarn,
my heart melted within me, my spirit shrank, then hope died.

I had no strength left, not a calorie,
yet a great destruction stirred and danced before my face;
It was the destruction of desires.
How could desire to climb into heaven
upon this mountain still remain in me?
Why torture me?
Of what use are flurries of desires
When strength is failed and hope gone?

My strength had failed.
My name I said had been terminated
from the list of those in the race;
I just lie there in drunkenness,
drunk from the long sipping of a concoction
of a powerful liquor and a painful gin.

I suffered! I was miserable!
Folly and madness lined me up,
I crashed!
Knocked off and knocked out!
Something happened…!
Gather together the books and pens in this world
that I may write and explain what it was that happened
and what theme flows in my mind.

What happened, I know not.
A mighty wind blew,
it buried me under the rubbles,
then another mighty wind blew,
it exhumed me from the rubbles,
and then another mighty wind blew,
bigger than a whirlwind,
it took me to the top of the mountain.

And then a fourth wind blew,
I sit in heaven by Christ Jesus as I speak to you,
far above principalities and powers,
a crown-prince!
I have dominion over all as given by God,
what can anyone do to me?
God in heaven, me by His side,
Blow the trumpet and let it be known.

Faith, Culture—Action

2010-08-19T00:44:00.000+01:00

No child takes up a culture that is outside of the medium or environment in which it is born into; it grows to come to know that that is the way of life on this side of the divide. Whether it now chooses to live by it when it comes of age of knowing to choose between the one and the other is another thing entirely. If anything is wrong with the culture of a people, it certainly should be dealt with and not destroy that culture by imposing another on the people because that is their life. If the culture of a people is perceived to harbor some impurities such that the child has grown these impurities, do you totally jettison that culture or do you separate the dross from the silver? Therefore since the culture of a people dictates their actions, I believe if almost everyone of that tribe thus behaves in accordance with the impurities in their culture, the ills of that culture should be dealt with and not ostracize such people or kill their culture else you murder them in cold blood. The culture of a people is their life and it is like the software, or rather the operating system that the hardware computer requires to function.

Likewise the faith of someone, is what makes him take the actions he takes and the rights of everyone must be respected, so long as the faith or culture of a people does not contradict the socio laws, the environmental laws, the political and it does not deny other people of their rights to justice, equity, fundamental human rights in general. But if the faith of a person propels him to act in a way that negates the rights of others, then should be called to mind what needs to be done concerning that person’s action. And if it is evident that the person’s action is rooted in his believe system, then what can politics do to bring a change to a believe system other than influence it to a change and expunge those gray areas causing people to take wrong actions, instead of make stubborn laws and pronouncement through politics to deny a people their faith and culture, using illegality to bring about legality all in the name of political interventions.

A person can choose to have a change of believe system if he sees a greater light but it would surely be totally wrong that a state should begin to act in a way that favors a section of the state with a believe system or culture the state considers acceptable to it while dealing harshly with others that are contrary. When political leaders begin to make people’s faith what needs to be legislated about or what they must direct how its pendulum swings, then there await ahead a deep crisis that would bring about blood birth.
The global leaders today seem to be missing it and going the way of King Uzziah in the bible in 2Chronicles 26:16-21 who mixed politics and religion and did not let his faith be his personal affair with God but sought to have control over what happens on the pulpit and eventually will dictate to the people which god to serve. In as much as value system, culture, faith has what it takes to change politics, politics on the other hand does not have that power to change value system, faith or culture but can only influence it. But if politics insists because it has all the power to change value system, culture, faith; it should thread carefully by seeking the consent of the people else it destroys everything by its overzealousness.

I am therefore happy that a man as President Barrack Obama who had been trained and prepared by God is in charge in the White House today, who knows to separate his faith from conflicting with people’s rights. My advice to those leaders in and around the world who blatantly favor one faith over the other, one culture over the other be it in America and around the globe should thread carefully and learn from this Modern Nigeria state with her religious and ethnic conflicts; for they have veered on that route. And I must at this stage make the Nigerian situation a case study for the world leaders. Almost all of the ethnic and religious crises in Nigeria today are political. It is the political actors who crept in a long time ago into religion for political gains along with the religious leaders who sold their soul for the gain of riches and had left the pulpit to the control and dictates of the politicians. These politicians therefore, easily brainwash the followers with whatever lies they feel will fulfill their personal desires and since the people are highly religious and ignorant, they can go even as far as killing people and bombing places around the world since they have been made to believe it is all pleasing to God. At first nothing was wrong with their faith, but now it has been infiltrated. All these therefore become a tool in the hand of the politicians to perpetuate their evils against their opponents.

I salute President Barrack Obama for declining to stop a Mosque from being situated by the WTC; this is the mark of a true leader who knows that he is a leader of all and not a section of the state, tribe or faith. A leader of a heterogeneous society in our today’s world is not just one of one faith and not of the other. Neither is he of one culture and not of the other nor is politics for one faith and not for the other or of one culture and not the other. But personal greed, emotions, pride, superiority complex and sentiments move global leaders to act the way they do today; therefore the perpetuation of the Middle East crisis which I believe could be well managed but I guess we have come to live in such a time as this in our world to live with and manage whatever comes our way.