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My Role and Your Role As a Citizen of The Earth

It’s like being a child of your parent, a brother or sister to your siblings, a husband or wife and father or mother to your children, a friend of your friends and problem to your foes, it is being a little bit of everything without conflicting your role as an individual or duplicating your identity to function as all of this characters at the same time, it occurs naturally, a part of your natural identity and it only takes you being you for you to function in this position all at once. Your being a father or mother to your children doesn’t stop you from being a child to your own parent or uncle to your nieces and nephew and more, it all happens at once, each unique role, perfectly performed at the same time without losing your identity, it the same as well as your role as a citizen of the earth, it is natural, undeniable and cannot be transferred, abandoned or ignored, and has nothing to do with your abilities, gender, status, background, faith, color or ideology, it is part of you being a little bit of everything as long as you are human and a change of name, gender, nationality or belief does not in any way nullify or change your role as a citizen of the earth.

Every element existing in this universe serves a unique purpose to maintain a balance in nature and so do I. My ability to identify and define this role substantiate my purpose for being here on earth and any attempt to abandon, shortchange, modify, reject or totally deny this role sums up to abuse, creating an imbalance that is irremediable by any other person than me, and this is true for all men it is therefore imperative for every man to first find his/her purpose as a human, find her place in the order of life and serve his/her purpose without reserve whether whole, blind, lame, deaf or dumb because only when this is done that the earth will remain livable for all and sundry for as long as it exists. The good news is that the role of every element of nature is predefined, but the big question is now, 

“How Do I Find And Play My Role Effectively?”

The role of every element on earth is indeed found in its nature and it is the same for man, but instead of functioning exclusively as humans, we intentionally bludgeon our role as defined by nature trying to be something beyond our reach, and creating more problems than nature itself can solve, calling on us to reverse our course and get back to nature.

We invented guns and bombs but instead of using it to hunt food, and break rocks for road, we turn it on each other and complain about war and conflict. We walked into the corridor of science but instead of curing diseases, we created more and tested it on humans just for the fun of it in the name of research. Immigrating horses are treated better than immigrating humans in the gulf of Arabia, and dove in the courts of the Vatican gets more grain and clean water than the children in war camps in Central African Republic or the Sudanese refugee camps in Kenya and yet we preach religion instead of concentrating on humanity as a single entity, either black or white. We polluted our planet by our own actions, but instead of cleaning it up with our reactions, we are thinking of running to Mars. How I wish we can just concentrate on our primary role of being humans, the custodian of the earth and north rulers or world power.

When a child is conceived, nature defines the fetus’ gender according to its needs; male or female, living the seed neither the choice of race nor nationality, only ensuring he/she joins the human race. Through education the child is groomed, and even without, the child is groomed as well and placed into an existing society to serve a pivotal role in the ecosystem of such but the excuse of choice and pleasure deludes us, and we dump our role as males, females, husbands, wives to become the opposite or nothing, abandoning our roles and leaving it to burden others, creating more irreversible problems and our biggest excuse is choice.

If homosexuality is a choice hinged on the freedom to choose a sex partner, then a word like “Incest” should not exist, it fits thesame criteria, "Choice of Partner", it’s all a choice as long as force is not applied in the choice process which makes it rape whether straight of homo. Let’s see who will give birth to the next generation, two males or two females romping on each other like bald grapes? Our roles as humans cannot be traded on the stock market of choice, it’s a function, a role that must be played or else, a bigger irreversible price will have to be paid.

“Medical waste is posing a growing problem worldwide, jeopardizing the health of staff, patients, disposal workers and anyone else coming into contact with the often hazardous materials discarded by hospitals and other health-care sites, a United Nations human rights expert said today.”—UN.

The sad part of this development is that a good percentage of these medical wastes come from choices. George, a man suddenly gets tired of being a man and heads to the hospital to become a woman. Stella gets tired of looking like Stella and heads to a plastic or cosmetic surgeon with a picture of Beyoncé. To treat Malaria, a real sickness, one or two syringes will do the trick while an healthy George and Stella will generate a bucket load of health waste just for a pair of boobs in place of muscle, a strange genital where it shouldn't exist and a new look. Jane was born as black as Lupita, but now she’s as white as an albino with dark knuckles and knee cap, with a skin texture that wouldn’t allow him function beyond the dark hours but her knowledge is needed in broad day light so she denies the earth her nature given value, creating a problem for others to solve.

“One in 500 children is seriously affected by facial disfigurement. One in 100 children has a noticeable facial or other feature”—BBC.

Hundred of children leaves with natural and birth defect needing real medical attention but they get none because they lack the fund or the doctor is busy making Jane look Beyoncé and George look more like a clown.

Governments spend trillions of dollars on military research every year and another truckload of billions of dollars on choice-based medical research while the real issues that affects humanity rely on philanthropy to get attention. Religion carts away trillions in tithes and offerings, seeds, zakat and more. The Imam rides with a convoy, the pastors and bishops fly and cruise and they still stand up to ask you to give your shirt to the naked, when the religious establishments are already rich enough to establish a clothing line dedicated to employing the jobless and clothing the naked. Our young and learning men lives in hostels not worthy to be ranked as jail houses for conmen, requiring only a few million bucks per annum to keep it livable and conducive for free, but instead, our congress men get billions in furniture allowances and they are still paid to sit.

Now the earth is at risk, Fukushima is busy feeding the sea with nuclear poison, Iran is nuke ready, the ozone layer is depleted and there are now two suns serving Maiduguri. Instead of war on poverty, maybe Detroit will be off the list of the most dangerous city on earth, America is busy searching for another Libya since they are unable to violate Syria, and Russia has got a perfect excuse to enter Ukraine, “we are protecting our people” they say, I wonder why the thirst for world domination?

Ammunition makers are in constant production with more research on death and destruction, while we are praying and dreaming for the wars to end on the streets and the borders of North Korea."What a dream!". An outright ban is still on Mary-jay sativa the healer but Tobacco the killer is rolled out in trucks and train, christened Cigar and Cigarette, after all, a lot of research is going on to help keep lung cancer patients longer on earth. “I think I need me a gun” like the Irish would say, who knows, a Zimmerman may be driving by tonight, returning from getting some crack in the corner, all in the name of CHOICE?

We all know our roles but we just refuse to play it, my role and your role is the same, it’s only clothed in different garments of a doctor, lawyer, engineer, politician, herbalist, government, citizens and more, our role as humans is not a choice we chose or a choice we can make, it is already defined by nature and it is on us to honour our identity, find our role and play it effectively.

My first role as a human is to be a man and next a Nigerian that lives for God and men. Amen!

I am Abidemi Babaolowo Oderinlo

I read what I need, I write what I like and act what I write.

I tweet from @enyola

What Our Misery en’Tales--- Let’s Take Back Nigeria #TakeBackNigeria

 “We have created 1.6M jobs for our teaming youths in the year 2013, more jobs to come through our transformation agenda” GEJ.

Blood flowed from my eyes when I saw pictures of millions of Nigerian youths, united in suffering at different stadia in Nigeria, waiting to write the Nigerian Immigration recruitment examinations. My heart ran out of blood and water was the only fluid in my veins, I went from pale to dead, white like a Mummy exhumed by an archeologist from the pyramids of Egypt. Soon the news of the stampede rent the hair, for a strange reason, I wasn’t surprised because I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

The Nigerian Immigration Service (NIS) has just perfected the act of putting Nigeria in the Guinness Book of World Records with this perfect ruse, 520000 applicants at different test centers across 36 States in a single day? Wow! According to Moro only 4556 (Four thousand, five hundred and fifty six) vacancies existed, that’s approximately 127 positions across the 36 states of the federation, an estimated 40 million unemployed young Nigerians were invited to apply at an imposed fee of N1000. Over 520,000 people applied, perhaps those that could afford to beg, borrow or steal 1k, amounting to over N520M taking from all applicants across the nation. To justify this gate-taking, a ruse was planned and enacted to take place at stadia across Nigeria, with little or no provision for the expected crowd, just to show that the money paid was spent on organizing recruitment test on a mass scale. The ruse was a success, a grand scam that needs no further exaltation than the death of young Nigerians on the altar of disorganization, corruption, carelessness, wickedness all in the name of transformation agenda of president GEJ. This is not the first of its kind, the NDLEA carried out a similar recruitment scam when he was yet an acting President so it’s just a pattern repeating itself and Nigerian youths are too impoverished to say no to the lure of employment opportunity in public service because of the seeming job security it guarantees. Everybody wants to work in public service, not because they are lazy but majorly because of job security and the truth is that at least 10% of these mammoth crowds are employed, that is still a bad figure for the so-called transformation government of GEJ.

In a sane society with good governance, it would have been sensible if after 50000 applicants, an average of 10 applicants for each position, the portal is closed and an announcement is made to explain the closure, every sane Nigerian will understand these conditions and that will override any complaint from any corner or quarters. The NIS that we all know like every other government agency had probably already preselected employees based on internal relationship, recommendations and familial grounds and only announced the openings just for the purpose of making money from unsuspecting youths. If you are currently working in any organization, you will know that before job openings are made public, there is always an internal memo to that effect, now imagine the same situation in NIS, pre-selection and other internal procedures must have taken place and the real number of opening left would probably be just 100, now compare that to the number of applications they received. The whole examination was a ruse, an excuse to justify the stealing and now killing of Nigerian youths...

I won’t point fingers at GEJ, we already know how much value he places on the life of an average You and I, we’ve lost over a thousand Nigerians to terrorism alone in 2014, so ten or twenty dead job seekers is a product of impatience like the Minister of Interior and Comptroller of NIS Abba Moro said, my pain is that we might yet be distracted again and forget in no time, leaving the poor parents of the dead to lick their wounds in silence. Please don’t expect GEJ to sack or reprimand Abba, that won’t bring the dead back to life and it won’t produce the N520M+ either (chicken change). Besides Moro is a loyal aide of Senate President, David Mark, I am not surprised at his callousness too, he started his life as an “Agbero” (garage boy), and he’s used to the violence and bloodletting that goes on in bus parks.

Mrs Nellie Mayshak the DG of Pension Transitional Arrangement Department (PTAD) told the House of Rep. on live TV that there was no documentary evidence on the whereabouts of a missing N24bn released for Police Pension Fund and minutes later

Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala already came out to tell us that No money is missing from Police Pension Fund, she said the alleged missing money was discovered to be an over-estimation of pension’s arrears #Gbam!  and that’s the end of it.

Last year, it was N26Bn pension fund and the criminal simply said the fund was logged in an overseas account when it was discovered. Imagine Naija pensioners’ money growing fat in a UK account. That’s chicken feed compared to the NNPC internal cabal though, not to talk of the NLNG funds that are not accounted for anywhere in Naija’s record books.

Now back to reality. We already know that this administration is in total support Mediocrity, Corruption, Despotism with the army of sleazy men and women in her driving seats, and we are tired of the figures Aunty Ngozi is always coming up with. Even a blind deaf mute knows that this GEJ led crusade is unholy and uncaring, the only working arm of government is the corrupt one, if not, how come Wendell Slim, sorry, Reno “Mockery” is still a special adviser? Still poaching GEJ off special advice I guess. Let’s face the reality, GEJ led administration will neither sack nor punish these plunderers, but we can do it and we must. Imagine an army of youths, 100000 people strong, marching to the house of Diezani to demand #WhereIsOurMoney stolen through NNPC? Yes that’s the approach I am looking at, mass movement to the door step of the thieves.

I must commend and praise the media and journalist, they’ve been the punching arm of the people, unraveling and publicizing these atrocities and the sons of Belial behind it, but we know Belial is in the heart of GEJ and there is no way it will prosecute his own, we must come together as a unit and fight this parasitic government with our numbers and strength. If there are over 60000 youths in Abuja that could make it to the NIS examination centre, I am sure they will have enough strength to make it to the house of Ngozi since she’s in charge of the economy to demand #WhereIsOurJob as promised in the transformation agenda. I am going to ask the media and journalist for one more favour, we need the home addresses of these criminals. We want their family, friends, foes and neighbours to feel the stench and heat of their decay and if peradventure the criminals are neighours, it is only right to set their streets on fire without flames or violence but with our rage and anger.

I am calling on the Save Nigeria Group, let’s take this to where the flame is coming from, if we must sweat in the sun, let’s do it where it will send a real message and not where it will be of no effect. If they all relocate to Transcorp Hilton Hotel, we move the crusade there, I am a shareholder, so you have the permission roughen my turf Nigerian!  Our final crusade ground will be the ASO ROCK, but let’s start pruning this wild tree of GEJ led administration from the branches, once the branches are gone, we put our axes to the root so the stalk can fall without damaging anything the more. To start with, we need physical home addresses of the following people both home and abroad because this corruption saga is a family Ankara that must be torn and shredded by Nigerians and no one else:

Name: Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, Address:????, #WhereIsOurMoney

Name: Denziani Allison-Madueke, Address:???? #WhereIsOurOilMoney

Name: Andrew Yakubu, Address:???? #WhereIsOurOilMoney

Name: Nellie Mayshak, Address:???? #WhereIsOurPPFMoney

Name: Mike Okiro, Address:???? #WhereIsOurPPFMoney

Name: Abba Moro, Address:???? #WhereIsYourValueForLifeAndOurMoney

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My head is over boiling right now, I can’t remember more names, let’s forward their names and find where they live and where they hide their families home and abroad, let’s take the dance to their doorsteps, it’s the only way out, waiting for these rulers will yield no result, the Executive, Legislative and Judiciary are all on the same team, we are the opponents, let’s stop waiting for our opponents to score an own-goal, let’s kick the ball into the net and score our points by ourselves. This is a ground war, let’s take it off Twitter, Facebook and other virtual platforms, let’s use these them for organization alone. I use this opportunity to call on other Civil Right movement, Activist and Groups; it is time to #TakeBackNigeria let’s End The Tales.

Victoria Concordia Crescit... We will only win if we work in harmony, let’s come together as youths, let’s prioritize our lives and future like we prioritize the search for a secured job, let’s flush out this uncaring rulers, let’s change Nigeria for our children.

A Message From My Altar To Sadiq, GEJ And Every Other Member Of The Abacha Family

I read the outburst of Sadiq and Gumsu days ago and I shook my head in empathy because I know they don't know or understand a minute of who their father was or what he did to Nigeria as a nation, probably too young to know. I am sure they must have heard of the phrase "Abacha Stove" before now, and if not I bet Sadiq did already by now. I also have some funny feeling he thinks it's some sort of microwave oven that uses no electricity or kerosene to generate enough heat for cooking just about anything, and he's probably thinking his father brought the genius in us out? It's the other way round "spoil brat", your dead dictator of a father brought the COWARD in us out, he brought so much fear on us that even today, the best we do is keyboard activism from the comfort of our air conditioned offices, while our nation rots away in the hands of fools (GEJ and your new uncles) that are so blind, that they see value in the decay and dearth your father brought upon Nigeria as a nation and a people. The truth is that we are still afraid and I am not afraid to admit it.

The man you now have the impudence  to refer to as an "ordinary writer" today is so far one of the very few great Nigerians that stood against your dead father even on death ground to defend this nation. We were all afraid, I was young but I was conscious of it, we all went around like dead bits, afraid to talk even in the safety of our rooms because no where felt safe enough but Wole Soyinka stood, he was the voice of the people but he had to flee at some point because of the magnanimity of your demonic father in giving death and pain to all. Today you write to defend him in a democracy won by the tears and blood of so many, the many that were killed by your father during his reign of terror and death. How I wish we could roll back the hands of time to your father's days, maybe even as a son, you will find the strength  to write for or against your imbecile of a father.

Before I go on son, I will like to teach you how to make an "Abacha Stove" so you know how creative we got under your father. First you'll have to find an empty Paint Can, then you make a tiny door at the base of the can, big enough for a single stick to go in. Simple you see, but that's not all. Now you have to go to the sawmill to hustle for saw dust, haul it back home then you put a Fanta bottle or any other object that is smooth and cylindrical in shape, place it at the middle of the can and fill the can with saw dust. You must pound and stuff the can very well or else you'll have to make another before a pot of beans is cooked enough for eating. Now you stuff the hole with anything flammable, insert a stick through the door at the base and light it up, your Abacha stove is ready to cook beans (beans was technically the only nutritious food the masses could afford during your fathers reign) has you swear and curse the dictator and his generations under your breathe every time get choked in the smoke or had to bend down on your knees to blow the ember of the stove with your mouth. I am sorry to inform you that you've inherited the heartfelt curses of millions of Nigerians, dead or alive. I hope you know the power of words, If I were you, I will await a leap year, go on a 366days of fasting, praying and alms giving, sleeping in dimly lighted rooms in order to liberate myself from the ripples of karma, nemesis and their close cousins instead of sitting down in a well lighted mansion, writing to a man that deserves to be honoured as a real Nigerian and not your father whose name should be erased from the history of Nigeria and probably be replaced with the exploit of Lisabi, or Gandoki if we have to stick with the north.

On that fateful day the news of your father's death broke, I remember one event that forever changed my life. Saheed was a next door neighbour who had been bedridden for months by an ailment that seems to have no cure, he was pale and white like death itself but on that fateful, he came back to life. I was sitting on the pavement in front of my house when suddenly he emerged from the window of the room where he was confined screaming "Abacha ti ku! Abacha ti ku!!" (Abach is dead!). He scaled the window with accustomed ease and started jumping with so much vigor that made me doubt it was the same Saheed. In a split second, the homes were empty and the streets were flooded with people jubilating and hugging each other, I remember sprinting a few kilometers too in joy, I was barely 15 years old then but I felt a joy that I would probably never feel again because Nigeria will never be caught in an Abacha situation again.  Saheed now drives a  truck, he's still hale and hearty 16years later, his sickness was your father. Abacha didn't bring only death and fear, he brought disease on millions of Nigerians, imagine the number of people that died from the medicine defying disease called "abacha"?

Someone commented on your letter somewhere online that "no son of Abacha posses such intellectual capacity displayed in your letter", I want to agree but in a different way. If you actually posses any iota of intellect, you should be ashamed to have been born by such a demonic character and probably dis-family and disconnect yourself from such an odious lineage. Just some minutes after your letter struck the web, the US Department of Justice released a statement indicating that they have just frozen over $500 million stolen by your dada 16 years after his death, here is the link if the news never reach Kano http://nigeria.usembassy.gov/media_03062014.html. If there is so much to be frozen after so many years, and your family has been living so large without any physical or formal investment, in the least, a cyber café like IBB's son, then you should renounce your identity, denounce your ethnicity and change your name to "Sadiq Wole-Soyinka", that will command more honour anywhere in the world. If your elder brother Mohammed was smarter too, he would have changed his name to probably Abiola, and wouldn't have waste so much money on Buhari and CPC so he could get a diplomatic passport that will enable him travel to different parts of the world and harvest the loots that had been starched away by your father and his cohorts. I am glad he failed in that quest, and your uncle Buhari is still on the hustle, probably his unholy alliance with the Abacha's brought him the bad luck he needed, I hope he fails again this time.

I would have loved to spare you the details of what we went through when your "okola" heavily tribal marked father was on the throne of iron in Aso Rock, but that will be too much details and I am sure you are too dumb to understand at all. He was so demonic that the heavens had to intervene. It took a Papal visit to destroy his defense, even death had to wait for God to strike before taking him away. I wonder the kind of man he was at home, how hajia bore his sweat to bring you to this world, even a sane horse wouldn't allow a man like your father to mount or ride. If your new uncle GEJ thinks honouring Abacha and his ilk will win him northern votes, he has failed and probably just dug his own grave.

I am not writing this to defend Prof. Wole Soyinka because he's not a man without his own shortfalls just like every man, but I salute him for refusing to stand on the same roll with a pig like the thing you call a father in the name of national honour or centenary celebration, even a pig will grunt, scream and whine if tied, gagged and placed beside the picture of Abacha for honour. If the living ones stood to accept in the name of nationhood, I am sure MKO, AWO, SAB, ZIK and other dead patriots and heroes are still rolling in their graves in horror of what our forever senile GEJ did with their identity on the ground of centenary celebration. As much as I would have loved to spare you more details on why your daddy's name should be mentioned only in pigsties, I won't, I choose to remember the miracles that happened on his deathday and how Nigerians, all over the world "Danced Like David Danced" when the spirit of freedom landed on us with the news of YOUR death. I have forgiven him though, but it will be nice to forget his wives, sons and daughters in prison for the life they've lived on the stolen wealth of Nigeria.

Soon I will become the president, and it will be a honour to reclaim this honour for the likes of Ken Saro Wiwa if it is the only thing we can recover from OUR wealth and honour stolen by your family and your absolutely corrupt and despotic dada.

iThink, iWrite and iActOnIt

Twitter: @enyola