Grief

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.
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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.

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What Pride is not

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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.

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

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!

Paradox of Glory

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.

Faith, Culture—Action

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.

THE SEPARATIST POLITICS

Up till now, the Constitution of Nigeria allows Nigerians seeking elective positions to be a member of a political party. I hoped the Independent Candidacy option would be allowed but unfortunately, before she was in labor the baby came forth and it was a stillborn. Had the motion scaled through, the independent candidacy would surely have had its own challenges because it would have taken time before it eventually matures to be able to stand against a party with all machineries during elections of maybe not.

Now, until this moment, we(the Nigerian people) have practiced and acted ‘let them do their thing’ and whatever or whoever the parties present to the public is what the public votes for. Since the political parties have this huge power and influence, even to prevent genuine people from coming into power, why don’t we, since we want a better Nigeria invade and infiltrate the political parties by being members so that the good people might dominate these political parties and help to elect those with what it takes to move this nation forward. But instead we just, ok maybe because of the long inflicted oppression on the people; I mean we are a bunch of Separatists.

Military Rules of Engagement in Peace Mission

To say that the rules of engagement in every peacekeeping mission be reviewed is an understatement. A military peacekeeping mission is a combat operation by itself; therefore I see no reason why the UN would send soldiers to volatile regions against volatile militias or rebels while keeping the noncombatant policy knowing that they would be attacked by the fighting forces. We all witnessed the shameful slaughtering of the AU/UN joint forces in Darfur some years back; how soldiers hand guns in their hands, with their eyes opened while they were being attacked by rebels yet they could not fight back because of the policy that puts them in bondage.

Deceit

Tears drop down from your eyes to see me
waste away under your bosom; tears of lies.
Before me you say, lies a green pasture,
therefore I should depart from you.

You say your beauty has faded away,
you array yourself with tattered rags,
you for days refuse to have a bath;
therefore you stink!

Appeal for Responsibilities Taking

A few flutter of a butterfly can transform you, your environment, Nigeria, into what you want it to be. Your little drop, my little drop, our little drops can make an ocean. We need not be a docile people and society, despite all we have gone through; let us arise and be responsible for this nation and our collective destiny.

I believe in the New Nigeria and if you do too, then we cannot fold our hands thinking it would just come without us working for or towards achieving it. Let us consider what sought of society we live in this day and what hope lies in it for our children, siblings, and even the unborn; if any such hope does exist. If nothing is done to drastically change things right now, try to visualize the future and see if there would be any legacy, hope, left behind for those coming after us; the judgment is for you as an individual to make.

Abuja is under siege!

Perhaps my imaginations are sensual,
Maybe I’m wrong, swimming in the pool of deception—
Pictures and images of the future blurred,
And my visions totally blinded indeed.
But I indeed see in the house of explosives, a flicker of spark;
A man has stolen a cub from a pride,
He has put in his bosom fire!

He sleeps on his bed with a cub fast becoming a young lion,
In a plate, on a table, together they dine.
He displays folly in the midst of his friends,
Taking pride in the cub from the pride;
They cheer him on…
He feels so, so on top of the world
Not knowing he died long ago.

Like Jonah in the Fish hotel,
He soon would be in Lion hotel as paste,
He’s created for his family a slippery ground
For the beasts and giants to devour.

Man's Depravity

It just occured to me by the Spring of God in me; the frailty of man in view of his depravity. By means of a harlot, indeed a man is reduced to a crust of bread. Whatever a man lusts after or idolises is a god in that person's life and we know no God is greater than the God of the heaven and the earth. If a man lusts or idolises a billion dollars such that he gets it by all means; he only has succeeded in reducing himself and his worth because if the idol in own's heart could give him a billion dollars, God who is greater than all idols(gods) intends to give more and better. The enemy(idol) has only succeeded in making one to lose the greater and be blinded towards the greatest, enduring and best option that comes from above.

Waging War Vol. 2…until the New Nigeria dawns and the baton passed!

I see the truth fallen in the street,
In its zeal, equity rushes to her help,
But at the gate stands a gang of evil
Preventing innocent equity from entering;
Justice stands afar and just shakes his head in coldness.

Your wrong, my wrong!
Your wrong, my wrong, our wrong!

Olumo Rock…a living Museum with mystery Caves and Hanging Gardens!

Olumo Rock with its caves and intimidating boulders was a place of refuge for the Egba people of South Western Nigeria, in times of war. Today it is their symbol of unity and divine favor.
Olumo Rock has become the cultural and historical star of the major outcropping of igneous rocks which have dominated the landscape of the famous town of Abeokuta, located on the eastern flank of the renowned Ogun River. The general range of igneous rock outcropping stands at an altitude of 183meters (600ft) from surrounding ground level to the peak. Olumo Rock stands at about 137meters (449ft). Igneous rocks are formed from magma, the liquid material that forms the core of planet earth and solidifies on extrusion or eruption to the earth’s surface. Olumo Rock is essentially of the granite family and practically speaking, ageless.

The Obudu Cattle Ranch Holiday Resort

The Obudu plateau with an altitude of 1,716 metres above sea level enjoys a climate typical of the temperate regions of the world. It is now christened "The Paradise Brand". What makes the brand tick? Tunmise Adekunle who was there recently writes on development towards the making the Ranch Nigeria's number one brand of tourist destinations.

It is the highest peak in the Cross River State. The resort which was established as a cattle ranch in 1949 is now located in Obanliku Local Government Area in Northern part of the State. It is about 332km , which is about five hours drive from Calabar.

It is located on a plateau of about 1,575.76 metres above sea level. The 11km of unwinding road with its 22 bends make driving into the ranch quite exhilarating. One of the most exciting bends is the "devils elbow" which is half way through the stretch.

Beauty

Does not Beauty gallops in the wilderness?
And like a horse ready for the stride,
Even her neck like a thunder!
She got wings like an eagle and heart leonine.

Like a mountain that drips with honey,
She dissipates so much energy;
Resonating her voice into the
Ears of men like a crescendo.

TO NO PERSON,NO MATTER HOW WEALTHY,SHOULD WE SELL OUR SOUL.TO NO NATION,NO MATTER HOW POWERFUL,SHOULD WE MORTGAGE OUR CONSCIENCE.TO NO GROUP,NO MATTER HOW INFLUENCIAL,SHOULD WE PAWN OUR THOGHTS.BUT WE SHOULD ALWAYS RESERVE TO OURSELVES & TO OUR POSTERITY D RIGHT TO KNOW,TO THINK,TO HOLD OPINIONS & TO PURSUE OUR OWN GOOD IN OUR WAY WITHOUT DENYING OR DEPRIVING OTHERS OF THEIR RIGHT TO DO SO.DAT IS OUR CONCEPT OF TRUE NATIONAL FREEDOM.

President Nnamdi Azikiwe

If it’s about faults and character flaws in a man, there are many and will be many of them; yet man sees a seamless, endless number of them in himself. Form the characters you can and let go to God those you can’t because whosoever has bodyguards (integrity, honesty, truth, love) will appear, even with his frailty, spotless in the spotlight.


Kissinger Akugue.

Pilgrimage

Glimpse of a faint end,

Obscurity and wonders of the road,
Lessons from paths previously unthreaded;
Ingredients for the destination.

The rise and falls of the way;
The making of a man.
The road of sorrows and pains;
Paths to the expected destination.

What is Me?

Does a man strive against water?

Or does a belly live for a hundred years and
Draw the line of enmity between it and food?
Then, why do you hate a man?
Why do you hate a picture?
And why do you seek to destroy an image in a mirror?
You know where the object is, go destroy it!

Memories are black and white

I have memories like black and white.

I have memories like black and white.
Mix white with black, you get gray.
My memories grayed away
And they depict faded pictures.
Images of terror, pictures of sorrow
Have all grayed away.

Waging War Vol. 1…until the New Nigeria dawns and the baton passed!

For how long shall we languish and wallow in hangover?
Have we been pressed to calabashes of burukutu for ages; that our tipsiness just seems eternal? By our actions or inactions, silence or noise making; it all makes almost everyone within the entity called Nigeria to be guilty of all her troubles; therefore rollup sleeves.

The Crown, the flight

The speed of a snail!
The crawling of a cheetah!
At the blast of the whistle,
They mounted up wings like the eagle,
And shod their feet like the horse,
The wind to them was like the clanging teeth of swords,
They mocked distance and flew on the wings of the wind.

Carrot

Ta-ta!
Let your fulsomeness be for you and
Your deceitful romping, even a cloak for you!
Yet I would have none of your
Cloaks of tricks in a mendacious subtlety—
Lapidary of lies!

I die

I die of hunger!
I die of thirst!
My heart yearns for love!
My heart burns with love!

I die of hunger—seeking to be fed.
They lurked around me, pretending to help.
They offered me food but with evil intent.
I looked into the bowl—behold I saw dearth!

They gave me poison to eat and polluted me with adulteration.
Once I chewed it!
Twice, yes, thrice I tasted and ate their poison;
In the end, I bled!

Mourning by the dry well

How the cord is broken,
How the flesh is become but a wind,
How the veil is torn down;

He who tears down the veil
Gets to enter behind the veil;
Never again to sojourn on this side of the theater.

Empire

Deep to deep and below the deep,
I can’t but lay up deep to deep;
Even below the deep, out of the crust.
From down below, to up above
In the galaxies of heavens;
An offshoot of my representation—
A citadel of riches;
The art of amassment is already perfected.

Birthday

Behind the curtain and veil of the world are kissograms.
They patiently await everyone who crossed the river.
They do not loll, but keyed-up to receive everyone
Who hugged the tree.
Everyone who crossed over the border post
Between heaven and the earth.

A man has a birthday and then again
He has yet again another birthday.
A birthday and a deathday, what differences?
Born into this world is one realm—a birthday,
Born into backyard of this world—a deathday.
In both cases a man is born yet again.

Backyard

Poor you…
Sleeping nicely on the ground
Hopelessly and helplessly.
Who will bring you back to see
what your priced tent has become?
That you gave your blood to that soul
That needed it badly for survival;
Now see, it’s become coagulated.

Crib Death

Oh dear…
Why you have to cascade down,
Into the backyard of life?
Like a bubble you appeared
And like a vapor you disappeared.
Never interested, of all the sweet names
That exist in the world, none delighted you,
As you came, so you left.