Another Independence day… 

The “Hausas” have little to offer so they ensure rulership 

The “Igbos” like to climb people’s head so never again will they rule

The “Yorubas” just love to party so they follow the rulers

The “others” who may actually be more than half the nations population are generally categorised with the above three based on proximity 

Stereotypes always have some truths engrained but halve a fact and the Truth is lost. 
As a primary pupil, Independence day celebrations got me elated with a sense of pride in my nation

Today, I’m indifferent knowing wonderfully drafted speeches is one of the strengths of the Elected; trumped only by corruption and an insatiable quest for more power. 
As Nigeria reaches 57 today and live on past glory, I see no reason for celebrations

And No, I don’t have a panacea either

I just know what won’t help; 

Biafra, Arewa or Odudua Republic 

Our present “Federal Republic” won’t help either

Maybe, taking steps to enforce the resolutions of the 2014 National conference might help (you probably have forgotten about that) 

Same way I believe Nigeria would have been better if the 1966 Aburi conference resolutions were enforced. 
Now don’t get me wrong, neither of the resolutions in the 2 conferences were perfect; heck! Who needs 42 scrambled hen scratches called states with at best, 10 surviving long enough to be scrutinised? 

No, they weren’t

But enforcing a resolution from a conference with almost every tribe, organisation and creed in attendance will give real hope

Hope that we are men and women of honour who can always come together to find a common ground for development 
The Unity of Nigeria was lost after rescinding on the Aburi Conference

We didn’t learn from it but repeated the same action in 2014

There is now a call for “Restructuring” 

I probably don’t know what that word actually means

But my guts tell me it might help. 

I hope we can listen to that call

Or Nigeria may shatter into 99 friable pieces 

Me, you, someone or people you care about may lose their lives in that process 
Take a stand for Nigeria’s unity today

No freaking Independent day wishes or prayers 

The Genie is a myth, 

I haven’t come across a place in my Bible that imply miracles happen when actions aren’t in keeping with man’s prayer 

And we shouldn’t forget, seems religion is directly proportional to corruption these days

The present administration may be right on one thing after all 

CHANGE BEGINS WITH YOU AND ME. 

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What do you think?

It’s been ages since I last posted. I had to prepare for a professional exam which was hectic. Good news is, I aced it and I have some period of respite so here I am. But since I haven’t written in a while I give you this short piece for your opinion while I cook something up.

She loved him with all that was her yet, their two tribes have been at war since the first day she knew to differentiate between people. As she walked the garden mesmerizing in the thought of their love, she heard footsteps behind her. Before she could turn to face the direction of the steps a voice betrayed it’s identity.
“No! You must not be seen with that man again. I forbid you.”
As quickly as he had come and spoken he turned and left. Saké on the other hand had not even the time to prostrate in obeisance to her father, the king.

Four hours later at their tryst, they talked about the affection they have for each other. The way they couldn’t live if the other was to cease.
“Let’s just do it love”, he told her.
“You know we can’t”, she replied. “It’s against my belief”.
“I love you and you love me too. Why then do we hoard our bodies from each other?”
The conversation continued, getting more intense with every sentence exchanged. Every word spoken in defence of their individual opinion. Saké heard anger in his voice, saw desperation in his face. This wasn’t the man she had come to love, the one she had defiled reason and her parents to be with. Today he was different. She made to leave but he held her hand. A beast now beheld her.
Minutes later, the Princess was in tatters, clothes torn, pride lost. She had been raped by the one she thought was love.
Weeks later, she new it. The nausea, the bloated feeling, she was weeks late.

If you were in her shoes,  will you or will you not consider to abort this conception? What will you do?

Thanks for the time spared to read this. Please endeavor to leave your thoughts, views and/or comments behind. Your feedback is highly appreciated.

Iyim-Eli

LOST INNOCENCE

Swimming in a sea of love and affection, turning whenever I wished, changing my position – like the times – I was always in motion. My movement though discomforting, gave the one who loved me more the assurance I was there. Assurance I hadn’t gone back.

I ate whenever I wanted, maybe not literally, but all I ever needed flowed into me, unceasingly. I bathed in provision, swam in abundance. Nothing I needed was away from me, literally, I swam in it.

I remember the hands, feeling for me periodically, checking to see if I was alright, doing all fine. I wanted to tell them I was, that they needed not worry, but I couldn’t, I knew not they worried, what was worry?

Then I got bigger, and heavier, and descended. My home wasn’t enough for me, I needed more provision. Then I felt the push, the contractions, I was going into a world where my survival was independent of hers.

I remember the tightening in my chest, the need to take something in. The churning of my abdomen, I needed to suck. So, I took a breathe, and opened my eyes. The lights, though beautiful scared me. I was in the world, I felt disconnected. Something was missing. So I cried. That was when I lost it – my innocence – the day I was born, I WORRIED.

Thanks for the time spared to read this. Please endeavor to leave your thoughts, views and/or comments behind. Your feedback is highly appreciated.

Iyim-Eli

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.

Thanks for the time spared to read this. Please endeavor to leave your thoughts, views and/or comments behind. Your feedback is highly appreciated.

Iyim-Eli

Welcome to Baga

Our nation bleeds…. #GodSaveNigeria.

Size Forty One

Welcome to Baga
where nightmares live
and dreams go to die
I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok
and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on

Mama never thought they would come
we have soldiers here, she would brag
oh but you see, they did
last night while men slept, they crept in on us 
plundered our lands and set our homes on fire

It burned so beautifully that it reminded me of the fireworks last Christmas 
mama and papa were taken away in that van
perhaps they will be back tomorrow 

my shoes were left behind
the ones mama bought me for school
but my life is worth more
and so I ran through the forest until I came to a temporary place of solace
where a million other children dwelt

Every night since Baga
I wake…

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The Difference Between Men And Women…Very, Very, True!

This is an awesome piece. Haven’t seen a guy/lady analysis put in such a hilarious yet almost correct way….*winks*

THE EDITOR'S JOURNAL

couplegfLet’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening…

when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

And then, there is silence in the car.To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation…

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You cannot save people

Sometimes we need long speeches to help people, sometimes we don’t. This is a simple truth we all need handy for peculiar circumstances.

Cristian Mihai

“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”Anaïs Nin

It was not until a few days ago that I realized how much truth hid beneath these two simple statements. I also understood that I’ve been trying to save the people I love for as long as I can remember.

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