A letter to Fashola (This is Not a Threat!)

It all happened on Saturday morning at the Yaba Local Government office between the students of Yaba College of Technology and the local government thugs; it was a situation that almost led to the loss of life and destruction of government properties, both at the federal or state level. I am a fresh grad and was just visiting when it all happened and it was deadly. It all looks like it as ended but the tragedy as just begun. This is not a threat.

Two honourable members of the house of the student union of the college were arrested in front of the school gate a few minutes to 9:00clock, they called some student union officials and with due respect to law and orders, any attempt to bail them was delayed until the environmental exercise was over. They called the college driver, some members of the union and other notable students were assemble with a Man O War escort making a total of 12 delegates and they were sent to the Local Government Office in a true spirit of solidarity. They were not armed and we meant no harm but what we got was more than what we bargained for and considering what we got, only more harm will come their way, ours is just a tip of the iceberg.

Getting to the gate of the local government amidst chanting and songs of solidarity for the unjust arrest of students at the school gate was the crime we committed, only 7 of the delegates had alighted from the bus when chaos broke out, the gate was partially open and the bus was still at the entrance when it all started. All i could do was stand and watch because i was one of the 7 that had already highlighted. Plank and bottles and machetes from no where in a local government premises... ha! We were beaten like thieves while the driver and the five remaining students that were yet to alight ran back to the school to regroup. The few of us that got down got unlucky, the student union president was stabbed in the back, The speaker of the house was smashed as well, the fore-head of the social director was opened with concrete, other students lost their teeth and lips, I got whacked as well and i just had enough strength to come out and put this across today.

We were locked up in their cells, some were dragged into the court room, we got robbed as well and were rescued by some of our colleagues that work in the council and lived around. They heard about it and came to our rescue. Our union president was handed over to the policemen at Adekunle and accused of breaking the cells and allowing arrested offenders to flee while others that were badly beaten were left sprawling on the floor helplessly. Soon help came from the few that flee and more students arrived in four more buses and everything went flying. They fled and we escaped from our bondages, and somehow they went and regrouped as well and from within the local government office, more cutlasses and weapons surfaced for fresh violence. It all got out of hand and the state CID office intervened a little to forestall law and order. We blocked the highway and motorist fled and everything came to a halt. We demanded for the council chairman but they said he was away, we locked them inside the council compound and nothing was moving and we resolved that we are not leaving until justice prevails.

Our great mother Dr. Mrs. Oladipupo (The Rector) heard about the situation and quickly drove to the scene, she pleaded with us and asked us to return to the college with her and we did, she tended to our wounds and promised to bare the cost of our lost just for the sake of peace, and we believed she will. We respected her because she's been a great leader, and we respect you as well and that is why I am forwarding this mail to you. It all ended there on that Saturday but it is not over, this is not a threat. We shall and we will pay them back in their own coin. We know the witness, the Vice-Chairman was present at the incident and he saw it all, he couldn't call his own people to order and he even opened his mouth and ordered that we should be locked up. He will definitely get a full portion of the pay back theme when it's ready. The judge of the customary court was a witness and we know her, she's got kids like us and she will feel the pain our mama's felt when the saw us when it's payback time. We know the chairman, if nothing is done in good time, he will get a personal payback package, and for the thugs that are within, we don't blame them because that's who they are, we only blame the government that put them in place of authority and responsibility when they know fully well that they are irresponsible, we know them and will deal with them silently in an uncivilized brutal manner.

There will be environmental next month, we will go out and go even beyond the gates of our school, Moore road and all the way to Igbobi Sabé area, tell them to come arrest us and we will make them feel more than the pain we felt. The neighborhoods watch members walk the streets, tell them they are in danger, the KAI officials, drive thru our hood, and tell them they are not safe. For the ones that go about in plain cloths, we know them and we will not wait for karma, they took the laws in their hands and we will take it beyond our hands. It has happened before and it was the military that saved us from the embarrassment, it happened again and an attempt to resolve it peacefully was turned to war. It is now two eyes for an eye, the laws of Moses now reign supreme, this is not a threat, it will happen before our own very eyes. We've been peaceful for too long, we've been at peace with our environ for such a long time, we've laid low and laid back for too long and now we must let the world around us know that we are still ever Aluta ready as the days of old. Amala Ewetu! This is beyond Aluta.

The Easter...All for Me

Even at birth He knew what was at stake, still He stayed back just for me and He stepped in in the rarest of ways. There in a manger with sheep and goats and mothers love, and yet His arrival was announced with a star rising from the North and men of wisdom trailing its path from the east. As soon as He arrived, He started giving up a lot just to save me sorry ass. The lives of all the babies is age, as many as they are He gave to the blades of Herod, just for Him to stay, just for me to be saved. As if that wasn’t enough, He tarried along, knowing what was ahead, He waited all the way, knowing what was ahead of Him and when the time came He said it. He hitched a ride of pride on that donkey, a sign He left for me to preserve myself for Him, and then He trekked the rest of the way to that dinner, where He gave His body and blood in bread and wine. Judas was there to betray Him, He knew but He cared less, the thought of me above all. From there it was all the way to Gethsemane where He took the cup for me, fixing the ear of Maluchus along His way to get unfixed at the cross.

Away with Him! Crucify Him!! Even after he was beaten battered and bruised for the things I was yet to do, and for the good health I was yet to receive. Bleeding profusely from the cuts of the whips, He accepted without a word the crown of thorn and the cross he bore for me. The cross was heavy, his muscles torn, yet he dragged it along all the way to Calvary just for me. The nails were hard and long, he saw it as it tore his flesh, broke His bones and held him still to that cross, the spear broke His ribs and bled His heart, but still, all He could think of doing was washing my clean in His blood He just shed to purchase me, a gentile from no man’s land.

Elohi, Elohi, lama sabachthani? When even The Father could not look on Him anymore for the weight of my sin that He bore at the cross, still in His love for me, right there and then He cried unto the Father to forgive me because I knew not what I have done. With the last of His strength He smiled at me and booked a date with me in Paradise that same night, He’s done it all, it is finished. Down to hell to set the records straight, no shaken by the shame or pain, still He broke my bounds and set me free from the clutches of the Hades and Death. Oh Death, Where is Thy Sting? O grave, where is thy victory? He it is finished, oh yes it is. Truly, He is the son of God.

all he did for me, and now His life He gave for me to be free. Now I am a son like him, glory be to God in the highest Hallelujah. Giving Him nothing, not even a reason to smile at me but still He gave up everything for me… Glory be to God Hallelujah!!.

Celebrating God's ♥♥♥ on a day like this…10:03:2XXX

Singing 9ice’s song

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No be mistake, say I dey celebrate
No be mistake, say I dey jubilate
No be mistake oh! Hay!
No be mistake oh! Hey! ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

Opo eyan lo ti mo, pe mo lolorun
Opo ojo loti ro, ti ilé ti fi mu
Join now as I celebrate
Make u come and jubilate
No be mistake oh! Hey! ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

I have every reason to celebrate God extremely today because I can see the scenes replay again, between Onipanu and Fadeyi along the Ikorodu express road on the 10th of March 2009. School was almost in sight, the last bus terminal was just ahead, I was already thinking about the lecture I was missing, GNS… something something taught by Mr. Adeosun. The bus conveying me to school was going at a considerably speed but not exceeding the limits for the service lane and I was not even thinking about it when it all happened. Yeah, I could see a bus right at the centre of the road, passenger alighting from it and my mind was on the things going on in school when I suddenly heard the driver screaming so loud “Brake ti fail! Brake ti fail!!” The next sound I heard was from our bus crashing hard into the static one. I crashed my head into the metal board separating the driving section from the rest of the bus, and my right knee into the protruding engine in front of me. Screams from surrounding and muffled groans from injured and displaced passengers on the bus, with injuries to tend to. All rushing to get out of the bus that as already come to a halt, I sat there asking myself, what just happened? Looking around me, I found the answers and with everybody around me scrambling for the door, I made my way to the front from the rubbles and eased out through the now large space left in place of the windscreen of the bus.

I started thanking God for keeping us all alive although I felt a sharp pain in my right knee, but I knew I could still move with it. I was moving to the side of the bus to see what was happening because it was like I wasn’t part of the accident when I noticed from a splinter of glass that was hanging that my nose and lips were broken, a closer look even revealed more, most of my teeth were displace with one of my lower canine pushed deep into my gum, I immediately deepened my hands into my mouth, feeling for the missing canine, I found it and with some effort not minding the supposed pain, I pulled it back out, knowing that if I don’t, it might be totally removed or get stuck in that very unusual and wrong position. I got some water (pure water), washed my bloody face and moved away from the scene of the accident, leaping a little from the pain in my knee and acting like I wasn’t a part of it. I picked up my phone, called Samson Adegunle and told him what just happened. With the pain getting more intense, I stopped a little, raising up my head I saw Wole coming down from the pedestrian bridge, I called him, he got me a bike and was driven down to the school medical center. Sam met me at the school gate, Olusola Runsewe, Bankole Bukola and others joined us at the medical center, and from there I was referred to the dental hospital with no bone broken in my legs and the dislocation corrected. Friends came around; Sola swung into full action, called her dad, a dentist. I was wheeled into ER, scans and scans and the report came in, multiple fractured and mobile canines and incisors; jaw intact; need a root canal operation on my teeth like 8 of them and splint zinc clamp was wired in to hold the teeth, a few days later, I got the operation done, went around with the metals on my jaw for month, was eating fluids like a babe but I never lost my smile. The rest is history ….

Now you know why today is special and why I can never stop being grateful? I’ve got smiles to share with friends and foes, because from that day onward, it has been almost impossible for me to stop smiling because I almost lost my smile. I use my tongue to feel the teeth in my mouth and believe me, it’s like counting my blessings every minute of everyday non-stop, never heard a reason to stop, am just so very grateful. If you are a friend, come rejoice with me, if you are a foe, please come and dance. The sounds are loud and the music is playing hard, we are all rejoicing together and we are singing out loud and proud sing along with me…

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Oseun Baba Baba
Baba O ma se,
Oseun
Olorun mi Oseun Baba
Ose ooo! Uncountable Quadrillion times

Here are smiles and times and I will forever be grateful to friends for being there when I needed them most. Never knew I had so much of them. Thank you, you are all Appreciated, here are my Smiles all yours.

Reasons To Be Thankfull

The week ended in a crescendo of expected events, Baba Yemo’s wedding, Amed’s late grandma fiddau’s prayer and more… I can not but thank God for His grace and strength to pull through the weekend, Baba gave me the much needed energy.

A few lessons that I learnt during this period are not just invaluable, but irreplaceable. I found the thin line between friends and family, the distinguishing factors between you and the world around you, I noticed why the real reason why I am me and not my brother and I experienced the redefinition of “Loving God and not gold”. It’s so beautiful to be around family again after such a long time, too bad Bob Tolly wasn’t around… pardon me if you don’t know all this people am mentioning, let’s say am sharing that part with God and God alone, Baba am grateful.

Here are the reasons for my being grateful, they are more like lessons I’ve learnt sounding like an advice:

If you are in a relationship, let your friends and family know the other, you don’t know what they might know… I won’t be sharing my reason for this, but be sure it’s important.

Don’t assume everything is fine, there are some things that will always spring up, don’t get caught up in the surprise ring, like the boys scout, be prepared

Never give up on God. I know the time is now according to you, but believe me God’s way are far beyond ours and He knows best. Never stop believing, never stop praying

Be diligent… you will stand before kings.

I will forever be grateful for this and more lessons I can not share but in all am so very grateful