WE'VE LOST HUMANITY

Just this evening as I scrolled down to read posts on social media to learn or laugh like my usual self, I came across a post that caught my attention. After uploading this image,

someone asked what kind of fish is this? I was disturbed and haunted not by the question, but by the guts behind the question.

How come he wasn't humane enough to know that he wouldn't do no better if he was in this person's shoe. Who has done this to us? And when did we lose humanity?

I was at the scene of a fatal accident some time ago, I was bewildered to see people bringing out their phones and taking pictures instead of trying to save lives. I nearly smashed a guy's phone when he was trying to obstruct people who swung into action to help the victims in the town service bus.

We live in a time when parents and guardians don't care to know how their children get to lavish money like they pluck it from trees. We read dailies on how ladies are the victims of quick money, but funny enough, consciences don't prick no more.

I remember when one person in a fifteen passenger bus would die after a ghastly accident along the high way, someone people would cry bitterly and ask God several questions, one of which was why God allowed it to happen. There was this sense of belonging, sense of familyhood, sense of oneness. But now, it's seems like we value luxuries more than human beings. When a life claiming incidence occurs, people simply ask how many people are dead to know if the number is worth their tears or sympathy.

Humanity is taken a brisk pace to damnation, and soon if steps are not retraced back to where we lost track, our choices would haunt us down, and humanity will crash.

WONDERS

So today I went to repair my phone at an engineer's place by the road side.
Then I saw too much of shouting, I thought they were fighting.
But then I saw only women there With the few guys being chased away.
The woman's water just broke. No nurse or doctor or something, no bed just bare floor with elderly women around and she gave birth just by the roadside. The heat, dust,all unfavorable conditions and she still gave birth in less than 30 mins.
Then I wonder this same childbirth that took the lives of other people, some require operation while some long hours and yet this woman was able to deliver safely n easily.
They still got her to stand up to enter Keke and was taken to the health care center with the placeta uncut from the baby.

This is one time you see women come together united for a
purpose. They start by loosing one wrapper from the two they normally tie. From nowhere you see division of labor; those forming security against men, those forming the wall of Jericho with wrapper, those with
midwifery experience attending to the woman in labour. It's a very pretty sight to behold.

GOD IS THE GREATEST!
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SAY NO TO MARITAL VIOLENCE

With the high rate of domestic violence, deaths and revenge, it's of bad record to our generation, making the yet to be couple or the singles be in awe of marriage.

God solely created and instituted marriage by himself. How can I stab the woman I took time to win as my wife to death? Isn't that demonic? There's no justification for taking ones life let alone my wife.

My advice and take:

First of all, before getting married, take your time to know him or her, check his/her temperament and virtue.

Check his/her spiritual life. A man/woman who's close to God will never take a life.

Be faithful and remain faithful. What if he/ she cheats? if you can't forgive, divorce.
Marriage isn't the end of life. If you notice any infidelity on time, pray and discuss it with your spouse. It's better to live in a desert than to live with a woman/man in a mansion who will kill you.
God values your life more than marriage. But truth be told, fight against the devil. He's never comfortable seeing great couples.
#NOLIFEISWORTHTAKING
#WESAYNOTOMARITALVIOLENCE

Written by Andre. 

...SAVED ME

My dad recently narrated to me how he repented. I felt that warmth in his voice as he narrated with pride. He was happy to share, I saw it his eyes.

When I shared my spoken word video, I am glad that amidst the pleasant comment from people, someone confess that the piece answered her too many questions.

There is always this peace when you are saved or convinced.
I gat so many clips in my phone I watch to preach to myself never to give up. These clips save me daily as I watch them.

I heard about a guy who changed his mind from committing suicide after a chat with someone he met in a shop he went to get sniper.

We never can tell who we might save by the things we say and what we do. It should be our obligation to care about people who we reach daily. You never can tell who reads you status on whatsapp, facebook twitter,  and other social media. I believe if we devote more time considering people's well-being in any endeavor we find ourselves, the world would be a better place. There is no greater joy to know that someone didn't give up because of us. 

"Dayo!"

Iya Egba's voice was known for it loudness whenever she called on someone, especially her only surviving son, or quarreled with her neighbors.

"Don't blame her for nagging, she is just indirectly nagging at life for being unfair to her. Maturity is when you understand everyone in their own perspectives." Baba Gbenga always supported Iya Egba whenever there was a heated quarrel between she and anyone in the neighborhood.

"Is she the only one that life has dealt severely with? Baba, please leave that thing. She is beginning to take advantage of it. Should we all run away from her because she lost her husband and her remaining children the same day? Why doesn't she also see things from our own perspective, or isn't she mature enough?"

"Ah! Iya Sukura, mind what you say to people in her condition before the same misfortune befalls you o."

Iya Egba stood in front of the old dirty she rented four years ago, two years after she lost her family to the biggest fire disaster in Alagba community.
Every part of her body that could be seen told Dayo that he was in for another round of whip that morning.

"Won't you go hawking this morning? Or you want to compare yourself to those who still their fathers?" The bitterness in her spoke out immediately Dayo jumped the gutter created by the bathing water from the soak-away of their compound.

Dayo cried out from their one room apartment with a transparent plastic bucket of akamu on his head. He brisked up his pace when he noticed the door to their room apartment open as he plodded.

Iya Egba scolded him as she walked towards the entrance of the house. "Dayo! 

THINK INTO THE FUTURE- THE NOW SEEMS LIKE A MIRRAGE

Sometimes I think into the future...

I attended a wedding ceremony few weeks ago. The couples were looking so beautiful. I'm sure both of them, especially the wife's make up artiste will not apply much effort to make her up. She is a true definition of beauty. And the husband was neatly bearded, has a broad chest that gave him this sexy manly look. (I even wished I had such physique but laziness won't let me hit the gym).

I imagined how beautiful their kids would look like. Maybe that's why they say the beautiful ones are not  yet born.

As I sat in that wedding reception sipping on some wine, my mind was flooded. I tried to control myself to feel free like every other person in attendant to enjoy every bit of the ceremony, but fact must play it's course. I dived into the whys, whats, hows, wheres and  whens questions.

Every couple or relationship that has faced either divorce or break up sure started that awful journey not with the wrong step, but with the uncorrected wrong step. Yes, UNCORRECTED wrong step.

The couple kissed so passionately that I noticed a couple chuckle and smile at themselves,  feeling the romantic moment- must have reminded them of how naughty they could be.

Why the break up? Why the divorce when everything can be this sweet I asked?

Either word or action could have started it.
Either said or unsaid words, or action done or undone.

The ceremony would soon be over and we shall all retire to our various houses, leaving them to deal with the packages they chose for themselves. They will definitely say some wrong words to each other, act up, over stretch some matters, make some mistakes, disagree, quarrel, etc,  but the resolution will either make what they both cherish stronger or will bring it to an abrupt end.

I've discovered that in the course of growing up, we are mostly concerned about making money more than the effect our lives have on people.

"This is how I've always been."
"I will always get someone who will love me for who I am."
"I'm too busy to care about what anyone says about me."
So many others we say.

We are going to get older,
Wrinkles will definitely bless our skin,
Those things we cherish will sooner or later only exist in our memory

In all, let's try not to tell stories of good old days when our then today will depict an evidence of a lost track.

For me, I want my kids to ponder how I will still love their mother and see her as the only ideal woman for me in our old age, when we won't be able to pick a word off a book without our lens, when blessings of grey hairs will be evident, when I will still feel the sweetness of her lips behind our wrinkle. I just want to be her husband, and she my wife, till death do us part.

TODAY IS TUESDAY, LET'S EASE OFF WITH A LITTLE SMILE OR LAUGHTER

TODAY IS THURSDAY, LET'S START OUR DAY WITH A SMILE OR A LITTLE LAUGHTER (Cont'd of my Monday Post)

We got to the venue quite on time, and got a good spot for a good view. Though I struggled to converse because I didn't know whom of me the lady had on her mind after my humble display of sincerity.

The words were dropping one after the other. I wanted us to flow in our discussion, so I ransacked my mind to bring up discussions. Nothing was coming. I knew one of the best ways to get a lady interested in a chat is to make a smile, but sadly, all my comic self went on exile.

Just then, she received a call from a caller that was yelling at her. She tried to explain several times during the call but the caller wouldn't allow her. She was fed up. It was obvious. She rested her head on her left hand and squeezed the sides of her mouth to show she couldn't wait for the call to end.
It eventually ended. She became calm.

"He?" I said after about a minute or two she was done with the call.

She just nodded her head to mean yes, avoiding to say a word so the cloud of tears gathering in her eyes won't drop.

Within me I was like, "Bro, this is your opportunity to right the wrong. Prove to her that you are a man."

"I don't know what happened..." I started. "But the fact is that good things don't come easily. Every relationship gets to this point, The resolution is what really matters here. But if you feel it's more than what you can take and your man isn't giving you that necessary peace after several considerations or trials, quitting should be considered. Till death do us part is quite a long time to stay unhappy, my dear. Even the couple we came here for must have gotten to this point. So babe, chill and enjoy every bit of why you are here."

I winked at her as I tilted my head simultaneously. She smiled. I reciprocated with a broader one. We were good.

"You are really beautiful." I caught her in the web this time.

Her smile became broader. "Tell me about your girlfriend."

My smile became broader too. But before I started, we heard the honk of the cars that brought in the couple and their train. Our attention was diverted immediately. Almost everyone in the reception hall rushed out to go  meet the couple.

As the party went on, we smiled and laughed more.

They started sharing food sooner after we started because the MC, according to the groom, said he wanted us to leave on time. I ordered for swallow as usual.

"Seems like you love food a lot" She asked.

"Love is an understatement, my dear."

"That's good. Women sometimes love men who will always eat their food."

"Speak for yourself o."

we both laughed.

Not too long after I finished eating, another lady came with another plate of swallow.

"These people want to finish you with food today."

"My dear, ehn."

As I balanced again to start consuming the food, the first lady that served me appeared like a ghost. Her body language showed she was all these over sabi and over do people.

"Shey, I've served you before?"

I Kept quiet.

"Shey you heard the MC apologizing to everyone not to eat twice because we have shortage of food? Please give me the food."

Before I said a word or even knew what was happening, she collected the food from me. Everything happened within some

split seconds. I didn't know when my mouth was left ajar. I'd already started folding the one I cut out of the wrap. The soup was gone, the remaining semo was gone.

"Which kind winch be this na!"

I didn't know what to do again. How to wash my hand became a big problem. To look at the lady I knew was looking at me to know what my reaction would be became a bigger problem. I just wished they would do fade out, so I could just disappear😔😔😔😔😔...

Stay tuned for the last episode of my tale...😝

THE ALABASTER GODDESS

"Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa."

"Through my fault. Through my fault. Through my most grievous fault"

It was just like always. As dry as ever. Same words. Same spot. Change they say is constant, and she knew best what change means for her. Confession didn't change anything.

"It's me again, God."

Maybe God was tired of hearing the same prayers from some good-for-nothing-girl. If there was a God, why would he even care to listen? She fingered every bead on her late mothers old chaplet. Hunted by the thought of Mama's ceaseless prayers, she muttered:
"It's me again. Nobody else"

"The Lord be merciful unto you", a male voice echoed from behind

She felt a hand on her weak shoulder. "So be it, father."

Reverend Father Onyeka had always assured her of Gods mercies. Did he really know what mess her life had been? Was he just doing his religious duties? Who cares?
No time to think about that now. Girl, time to leave. Mama must be smiling now.

Had she not made a promise to mama on her death bed, she'd never step foot into any cathedral. Confession time only brought her shame. She couldn't stand the pain of spitting out her own filth to anyone. She hated being exposed.

"Call upon me in the day of trouble, says the Lord."   Rev. Fr. Onyeka was saying when Mary interrupted

"You won't understand father. Mama did, but..."  She stopped herself. Not today. Her heart almost jumped out of her rib cage.

Fr. Onyeka could see the tears welling up in her eyes. But she managed to smile. Control yourself girl. You ain't gonna let nobody fool you about a loving God.

Mary was no atheist. She believed in the existence of God. Block rosary was one of her best days as a growing girl. But what has happened to her now?

"What happened to me?" she heard herself saying.

 "Anything on your mind?", inquired Fr. Onyeka.

But Mary knew how to pretend to be doing fine even though her world was falling apart. "Nothing, Father." Or at least there's nothing else to be done.

She's been forced to resign to hopelessness. It's not her fault. Why would anyone blame her for the things she couldn't change? She had gone farther than she wanted to go. She had stayed longer than she wanted to. Now she must pay for her sins.

"I know what to do." She forgot that Fr. Onyeka was still standing there. He just wouldn't push her against her will. It was time to let her be.

"Sister Mary, without the Lord it's in vain." His words were distinct.

She turned herself from him. Me? Sister? She mocked him. He probably would have chosen a more suitable title if he knew what she was. A rotten hypocrite! Cast a stone at her!

"Why me, mama?" she queried. "Why can't I be free to live my life by my rules? What does your God want from me?"

"Nothing. Nothing that you can give."

"So what am I doing here, Reverend? I had always known that confession was a waste of time."  Mama's prayer was all for nothing too.

"My child, what I am asking from you isn't yours. And I don't mind waiting until you let go."

"This must be a joke, Reverend. Are you saying-”
Her anger rose and burnt within her. Who does this Reverend think he is to call me his child? She turned herself to face him. But he wasn't there.

Who had she been speaking to? Was she hallucinating? No. Mary knew too well that she wasn't. Fear gripped her. A voice laced with compassion had punctured her pride. She fought tears. But compassion was much stronger than the anger in her soul.

Mama had told her stories of people who heard from God. Did she just hear God's voice? Does he really care that much?

Oh yes, he does!


Written by Sir Chuks, The Polemicist.

TELL MAMA...

Tell mama that I wasn't trained to live

I'm meant to protect her from the enemies of our habitation

Whether I live or die, I'm proud to fight for her peace of mind. 

I know she would miss me

I know I would miss her

I would miss those lines of wrinkle beside her eyes when she smiles

How she watches me eat like I would get choked if she takes her eyes off me

I know… 

I know she didn't want me to leave 

I couldn't take a leave as well

So I'd rather get shot than watch her die

Than withstand our houses that bear our family histories burn down,

Than watch life sniff breath out of our culture, 

And make our soil wet from indigenous blood.

Tell mama that a soldier is known in the battle field

Even when the flesh is weak, the spirit will be willing. 

Tell her that every stride I took towards the enemy was for freedom

Every shot was to scare fear away from our mind

And my death alongside my brothers' is to restore our lost dignity. 

Tell mama how hard I fought to stay alive

I know she is ready to accept my bartered self

But when death becomes the only option, who am I but a soldier? 

Remember me for the choice I made to defend the civilians,

It is to keep our lineage in existence 

And not to take away the smile and happiness that define us as a people.

Tell mama I love her

That's why I made this choice. 

I'm sorry mama I couldn't make it alive. 

STOP DATING MENTALLY BROKE GIRLS

I know many girls and ladies gonna be angry with this post but try learn from it.
Men!!!!!!!!
Guys, how do some of you even cope with dating a broke girl? I know some still don't understand what I mean by Broke Girls.
I mean:

1. A girl who doesn't have transport fare to see someone who she claims she loves every damn time.

2. A lady who can't get you a birthday or a Valentine's day gift, but expects you to bring down the world for her during hers.

3. Someone who can't comfortably call you on phone for 5mins. Always flashing and
complaining she doesn't have airtime even when you know you just sent her airtime.

4a. I mean how do you guys cope dating a lady who thinks relationship is an occupation;
where she is supposed to be paid and taken care of?
4b. Even if it's an occupation, what services is she actually offering to be privileged to receive such benefits?
4c. Or is she a ghost worker?
( NB: sex is not a benefit ONLY to men )
How do some guys manage to date such ladies?
Am not saying this because am working but it's what I see in most ladies.

5. No wonder suicide and depression victims are mostly men.

6. See guy, don't ever date a broke girl no matter how gorgeous you think she is. They are serious liabilities.

7. Rather date a lady who adds something beneficial to your life. Things like emotional intelligence; financial intelligence; spiritual
intelligence and other intelligence.

8. Date someone who's capable of calming the storm within your soul ( an average man has enough storms ); and not someone who
adds stress to your life.

9. Forget that yehn yehn talk, don't tolerate any woman's brokenness or stupidity just
because of her physical beauty.

10. There are actually a lot of extremely gorgeous and beautiful ladies with common sense.

11. So don't ever think of settling for less brother.
One thing I've realized about all these broke girls is not that they don't actually have money...

12. Most of them do; but it's just that they're mentally broke, which is way worse than not having money.
I know many girls and ladies gonna be angry with this post, they won't like or comment in it .
But
Ladies please don't blame me... I just want to make sense common. 2020 Common sense

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CAN WE GO OUR SEPERATE WAYS TOGETHER?

"Can we go our separate ways together?"

👆👆👆This is the best interpretation I can give to "will you marry me?"

You should as a lady be working towards achieving great heights in a field before a guy comes along to ask you to be his HELP MEET.

Realistically, women are the hardest and most flexible of all creatures. Men can't endure pains and challenges as much as women do, but they possess that instant and physical energy more. A typical example is likening men to be a horse and women, a camel. Men go faster, women go farther. That's why men NEED women to compliment and augment them.

But sadly, most women degrade themselves by not having nothing as a career. Some arguably say it will deny their husbands and family their time. And who told you that you can't give your husband and family a reasonable portion of your time and still become a fulfilled career woman? It's simply likened to an eagle degrading itself to be a hawk. You've not really harnessed the strength inside of you. Where did you think the phrase, "STRENGTH OF A WOMAN" come from?

I tell people truthfully that women are the reason why any society is made or marred. If every woman can devote her time to read and harness that womanhood inside of her, the senseless belief of sex appealer men have towards her would become extinct.- and that's why sex is no longer sexy, because women made it so.

So when a man asks you if you will marry him. It's not for you to leave everything you have in your head and follow him, he is not Jesus. It's for you to help him. This calls for every woman to be versatile in knowledge and information,  so that your husband can be dependent on you for help.

Sallah

Joke but true... The reason why women should be WOWed when a guy proposes is because the essence of their creation is about to begin. They should be like, "so this is the helpless fellow that will need my help"😀😀😀😀...