APC, The New Holy Land of Thieves, Rogues and The Desperate

The UnHoly Pilgrims of The Holy Land

If you've noticed, President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan aka GEJ and his ilk have intensified their visit to Israel in the last two years, this is not because they want to become Israelis, no way! It is a conscious concerted attempt to cleanse their community of thieves, national treasury looters and corruption ridden, aged unchanging nation destroyers called PDP off the guilt, and nemesis of the many crimes they commit par a visit to the holy land. Jerusalem in their dictionary is somewhat a dumping ground for sins and consequences of corrupt or evil deeds; as long as you lay it at the entrance of that tomb, all is gone. You can happily return to Nigeria to continue your evil ways with the conviction that once you return to Jerusalem the coming year, your sins are gone and forgiven all over again no matter what you do.

This not only so for those who call the name of Jesus in PDP, the Muslims too make it a duty to absolve themselves of the consequences of their deeds, they loot heavily and head to the holy land of Mecca and Medina in Saudi Arabia for lesser Hajjs, and in their minds; their sins and the consequences is gone. To be double sure, they organize a mass movement of poor and unthinking, religious bigots that can't even afford the robes they will wear to visit this holy lands and in return, they face the Wailing Walls and the Holy Kabba to offer prayers and supplications for the sins of their corrupt sponsors to be washed away, all expense paid on tax payers money. This unholy journeys to the holy lands are so perfected that it appears in the budgets at all level of government, even the Local Government Offices all across the nation are busy taking pepper sellers and party loyalist on these pilgrimages, they get so busy with it that they forget to take care for their municipality for a minute. But there are some sins that can't be forgiven in Mecca or Jerusalem, sins that are committed within the party against each other, sins based on ambition with punishments that are expressly prepared within and this type of have found a new holy land in APC. The repercussion is that they become "Enemies of State" that are hoping the now opposition become the opposed, so that they can continue with their filthy ways in the new found holy land without being opposed.

The APC has suddenly become a more glorious Mecca, no matter how grievous your level of crime or corruption is, once you cross to the other side which is APC, you are suddenly not just forgiven, but a saint whose garment is as white as white, beyond the whiteness of snows or the clouds you see in glorious array from the windows of a plane, your new identity carries the addendum of "Opposition" and if you are a big looter, a corruption expert and a leader, it becomes "Opposition Leader" (e.g Opposition Leader Rotimi Amechi). If you think I'm lying, ask all the former PDP governors who are now in APC, all there past records of corruption has been wiped cleanly through divine means and they are now saints who want a better Nigeria. If you ask if they are still stealing their States dry, the answer is YES! they are but the being an APC member is a saintly experience that enshrines the member with special level of grace, that is enjoyed by the likes of Pastor Abiodun Fatoyinbo of COZA. Too bad I am not qualified to be an opposition leader yet, the good thing is I will never be qualified because I will never be corrupt.

If you had asked the lie department HOD, Opposition Leader Lai Mohammed about the integrity of Tambuwal several months ago, he would have given you a very verbose description of how corrupt he is, and how he's the number 4th biggest problem that is making Nigeria a corruption ridden society, but I read today on the pages of the newspaper, the long epistle he wrote in defense of the same Tambuwal. The interesting thing is that Tambuwal is a lawmaker who has chosen to break the law, the constitution is clear about his action, if he was honourable or perhaps repented, he should have relinquished his Speakership, quit his House membership and move to the new holy land.

The good thing about the new holy land called APC as we already know is that like the other holy lands, it purges iniquities and allows you to continue in your iniquities so Tambuwal moved to APC with all his filth and became whole, saintly and fit again with all his filthiness intact, staining the wall of reasoning and expected sanity as stipulated in section 68(1)(g) of the 1999 constitution with defiance and conning devised fables. Even if the stated section of the constitution is in court and under review as Saint Lai has presented it, as long as it has not been changed, it is everybody's statutory duty to obey prevalent existing law, and more as a law maker and Nigerian, he is honour and duty bound to honour obey the law he makes and swore to protect. Oops! I forgot they are all NOT honourable. APC and PDP are one and the same, one just has more "P" than the other, YES! More PROBLEMs than the other, not P of PSquare.

It's the Animal Farm, the new Mecca called APC, the new Jerusalem on high, an extension of the Saudi side of the Vatican and Israel. It makes us all as holy as Jagaban himself. That's the change they've been preaching, APC style.

I heard Tambuwal is now the new "Enemy of State" more dangerous than the Boko Haram that is gradually turning former North Eastern Nigeria to a terrorist Caliphate. "Damn! BH,Tambuwal must go down" *In GEJ's Voice*

I Am Abidemi "Babaolowo" Oderinlo

I Write What I like, I Live What I Write

@enyola

My Beautiful Identity

I recently noticed something in the way Arabs name their children compared to what we do here in Africa. They Use "Al" "El" as a "pre" to their names which could mean "a member of the house of " or Fair, handsome, noble, bright (in English) etc but here in certain parts of Africa, especially where I come from, a part where religion is overly scented, we use "Abd" which means Slave, Servant etc. The Arabs don't give their children English or Western names, they don't call their children slaves instead they connect every of their offspring with his/her origin with "Al' prefix. They hold their cultures, values and traditions in high esteem and stretch to preserve it, but we in Africa are quick to not only eschew who we really are, but to also trade our identity on the altar of religion, damning ourselves as slaves in the name of religion and not God.

If we must betray our true identity, why are we calling ourselves slaves when the people that brought the religion to Africa preserve their own name, culture, values and tradition? Tell me, which of these names sounds better; Al Farouq or Abdul Farouq (The Son of Farouq or Slave Farouq) with its true meaning? Someone should please tell me, why do we choose to be slaves to everything (Religion, Western Culture, Arab Culture, God and Men) when we could be kings.. Why are the owners of the religion not calling each other slaves but we gladly do, why do we now choose to be addressed as slaves?

If you give birth to a child and christen the child a slave, immerse him/her in the dictates of religion instead of God and give the child a personality that makes him/her less than human, why won't such a child grow up delusional? 

It is not even strange for you to see people throw away their identity in the name of religion. I remember my Chemistry teacher in secondary school changed his name from "Sangoleye" to "Jesuleye", I am still thinking what effect the new name had on him because the last time I heard about him, he was still teaching Chemistry. Some people even travel to Europe or America from Africa and within a week, their tongue is twisted and they pretend to have forgotten their mother tongue. Some blame it on inferiority complex, others call it blending-in but I think it's more about not realizing the true value of our identity as African, and the beauty of who we are. I know people of African heritage that were born and raised in Europe and America and could speak Ijebu, Igbo etc fluently, so I wonder why the ones that were raised on this side of the sun are eager to throw away their identity.

I get irritated when I meet people and they ask "What is your Christian or Muslim name?" sometimes I just wonder which part of their brain is not functioning; and the good thing is that I always have a perfect answer for them, "My name is Babaolowo" I am sure that name is not only Christian and Islamic, it has a perfect interpretation in all languages of the world.

I'm still waiting to meet an Arab or Emirati named "Abdul" in the UAE in all my years of visiting the region.. All the people I have been lucky to meet here have a handsome "Al" as a pre, it gives me hope that I will soon be chilling with an Al Maktoum soonest but in the interim, you can call me Al Farouq Bin Babaolowo.

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Leadership Lessons from My Shoeless Friend (The Cattle Boy)

If found the story of this young cattle boy so inspiring that I just have to share it, if it speaks to you, don’t front, share it… let it speak to others around you. It is poetic justice done on the lessons of leadership.

"Yes, he leads cows but yet he is not leading from behind
They follow him
He is their bearing
The cows are diverse
White, black, brown... male and female
Yet they trust him COMPLETELY
Yes he is a small boy and even "shoeless"
But they don't care because they know him
He is sincere and their interests lie in him
And his interests in them as well
For, he milks them and satisfies his needs
And he in turn takes them kilometers to greener pastures for grazing
And he doesn't eat their food
His self confidence emanates from the fact that he knows they depend on him
There is mutual trust between them and they won't hurt him
He is a great example of leadership.
The Cattle Boy from…” -- Bashir Maidugu

Perhaps there are lessons to be learnt from being a simple cattle rarer in the Savannah of northern Nigeria, enough lessons to guide the sail of this hailing nation at sea to bay. If you want to know this little boy and learn his ways, I know him and I can lead you to him when you and I are willing and ready to learn his ways. I can guarantee you he will do anything to protect his heard, I once met him in the grassland of Jigawa after he sunk three arrows from his bow into the back and buttock of a man who tries to steal from his herd (true story); yes he protects and will never allow any harm come the way of his cattle even in the face of danger and death.

It is sad we can't even find a single person in the position of leadership in Nigeria (from local government to the number one citizen) that knows his duty has a leader and performs such with definitiveness of purpose and value, not a single man, woman or hermaphrodite in Buba, Khaki or Gown that we can like unto this cattle boy… It’s a shame; all we see is hullabaloo about stealing. It is funny how leadership can be right? It is so easy and needs no genius to achieve. Leadership is all about doing the right thing consciously and unconsciously, it is about living for others; its purpose is to serve and protect the interest of many while protecting the interest of self and not being selfish but selfless at it. 

I pray that today that someday, we will find "A Cattle Boy" worthy and ready to lead Nigerians and Nigeria to a greener pasture without killing our calves for sport and pleasure or seeing only the price of the hide and beef, but rather see the nation as a whole as a part of him.

Emmanuel 'Oshiboy' Oshiame -- Friends Immortal

Every time I see a Benz drive by, I don't admire it, I remember you... I remember how we argue to defend our choice of German machines...and I always win. I'm still a sucker for BMWs, maybe I'll buy one Benz just for the lovely memory of you Oshiboy... Though we were friends, you were that lil bro I never had...the realest human I ever came across so far and the most down to earth of all my friends..

I remember just like yesterday, the last time I saw you...it was behind Methodist primary school, my alma mater, just a stone throw from your street. I was on my way home from somewhere I can't remember right now, I had just survived an accident a few weeks before, my mouth was splinted heavily with zinc and I walked with a slight limp that only you seem to notice of all the people I met on the road that day... No one saw the difference but you did...that's how rare you were, you kept every bit of your friends in you, I'm glad I noticed, maybe I'm the only one in the whole of Ipaja that did. You were as restless as ever, and with a promise to come see later, you breeze off... I never knew it was going to be the last time I will see your ugly, chubby, lovely face.

I remember you driving down to the sawmill to see me where I was keeping it real & earning my street cred...everytime you got the chance, you identified with me when the hustle was down and dirty, nothing else mattered, you were a brother for real... We ate suya together under my yellow umbrella by the road side, the girls don't matter when it comes to your friend, you stayed real, more than a friend. We talked about the girls, even Zainab your lil sister...and you were always like "guy go for my elder sis if you don't want my dad to kill you",we made funny jokes, listened to music...even though I could count the number hours we spent together. I remember when Lucky Dube was killed, I was in your house a day after, we played his music loud and drank together some juice, pretending to be sober...everything was normal then, but now...everything feels special.

I can't remember you ever owning a phone for a week, you are never sure about your email, your Facebook account was like a miracle, the only thing that was certain about you was the clothes you had on, and your father's house address... You lived on the fast lane Emmanuel Oshiame, you only lived for the moment, the next day was never your priority, even when you dreamed about it aloud. I don't know what to miss about you, I just miss you.

Just last month, I was with Zainab in London... She took me out for a drink and I told her I was always coming to your house because of her and that you knew about it... She just couldn't react, she knew you were just one hell of a crazy brother. She told me about your death back in 2009, I can remember going blank on Skype when she did... Her words were "You still saw him in April? That's recent now, he died shortly after then, how I wish I saw him in April, maybe I won't be missing him this much.."

I can't wish for April because I know that April will never come... I'm not blank anymore though, I feel alive now with thought of you... No heaviness, no pain, just the beauty of those mins we shared and how priceless they were... I'm sure you still remember Kenny Seyi Marcus ... I remember telling you I told her about Seun and you were like "...now you owe me a beer, but that's after I apologize to Kenny". I'm almost sure you never did.. too crazy to have the time.. I miss that craziness Oshiboy, and on a day like this, I remember you with no tears... I'm glad earth felt your warmth, I'm looking forward to hanging out with you again when Jesus returns... But till then... Life Goes On Emmanuel ... Life Goes On...

I really thought we will grow up together to see tomorrow but you couldn't make it, now I am really looking forward to eternity, a place where we will be friends forever. #StayImmortal