They never scattered

​Once upon a time some people were brought together.  A plan was made for them.  But they took the chance. They fought, quarrelled but never scattered. 

People said they will scatter. But they carried on. 
They killed each others families but they continued. They never scattered. Their children got married. All were happy but a few. 
One was greedy one was lazy one was stupid.  But they continued. Each fought for his right to lead the group but never scattered. One succeeding the other, violently,

 tragicly, but they carried on,  they never scattered. The other succeeded another. It was a vote.  A great achievement for all of them even though one did not like.
The vote did not stand, a great set back for all,  but they did not scatter. But one liked,  and they did not scatter. 
And they continued with their plan, they took their chance,  the people suffered, the people prospered and they did not scatter. 

There was another vote and all liked it. It was the step that brought us were we are. 

And we have not scattered.  The dividend is dwindling and it is blossoming but it is where we are. 

#IAMNIGERIA #Independence #October1

Love Nigeria

February 14, 2015 Valentine’s Day, very much unlike previous years would be the grand finale of a tale of rivalry and very present hatred between two men (GEJ and GMB) fighting to win the heart of their beloved woman, Nigeria. A husband neither of them really love. All they want is control, power, period. Neither of them really love you.

For those of you campaigning for this person and that person just know that they would not hesitate to take your life should they ‘imagine’ you are a threat to their success.

Nigeria may never get a leader that loves her. This is not a curse it’s the simple truth. It is said that a people get the leader they deserve. A leader is a reflection of his people. The leader of a people is part of the people. It’s from there he comes out to lead. So he is an example of the people. So if the leader is corrupt, a vast majority of his people are corrupt. If he doesn’t have the interest of the country at heart, a vast majority of his people do not. This is the tale of my beloved Nigeria. Nigerians do not love Nigeria and Nigerians, only themselves. The life of the Igbo man means jargon to the hausa man so he erases him from existence. The problem of the yoruba man is irrelevant to the itshekiri man so he suffers alone. Nigerians do not love Nigerians, how do they expect to get a leader that loves them? Magic?

When the next president is elected may we have love. Freedom peace and unity is just an imagination where there is no love. I love you all.

Last goodbyes

It’s very interesting how life can be likened to so many things. Today, and for this purpose, I see life as a highway with so many cars. You are the driver of your own vehicle you do not know where the person in your front is going, until he slips into the exit and that’s it you would not see that vehicle again till you get to your destination. Some drivers are cool enough to indicate that they are about to make a turn for the exit. Others, however, take you by surprise. Likewise, are last goodbyes, you never can tell when the person beside you is going to pass to the great beyond. Some show signs of their departure, an unrelenting illness most often. However, as is the case most times, people die, just like that. One moment they are here, the next they are gone, never to be seen again. They never get to say goodbye.

People die in the most horrific, insane ways one could imagine more so, all of a sudden. Then you begin to hear things like ‘ he never got to say goodbye ‘. Sometimes we have the opportunity to say goodbye but no one expects that would be a last goodbye. I know I don’t anticipate a last goodbye. But for some people, there are things you ought to say to certain people, an emotional unrest in your mind. In some cases its a feeling of strong affection, love; or appreciation, a thank you; a display of care; a word of correction. Needless to say the list is endless. The point here is say these things. This might come off as mean or offensive, but the truth is that a corpse cannot react to even your most epic flow of emotions. The body lies six feet below, stiff as a brick. All the pent up words left unsaid would fall to the imagined auditory capabilities of a stone where the epitaph is engraved. You know what else, that corpse would not hold it against you for not saying those things but guess who will, you! Just you! So save yourself the emotional wreck and tell that person that they are loved by you. Do not let another opportunity pass you without you doing so because life is fragile. Love, laugh and smile while you still can. Hey! No one knows when the last goodbye is.

( I love you daddy; I love you mum; I love you Chibundu; oh yes I love you Princess; I love you Tobechukwu; I love you Caroline. I love you Laolu. Above all, I love you Jesus.)

A new day

A new day
Its a new day supposedly filled with endless opportunities; they always are. Here I am sleeping away my opportune day as I have in time past. I decide to make this one different, and the next and the next and the one after, but all efforts seem futile. It dawns on me that I am closing on that part of my life where man says
” had I known”. Would I join the fleeting troop of ” had i knowners” in a futile war against joblessness? God forbid! But really, does He forbid? I doubt it. It should be I who forbids it.