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 Politics › Re: Buhari’ll Sign 2017 Budget, Osinbajo’ll Take It From There – Ita Enang by dodelight(m): 6:17pm On May 18, 2017 |
Hmmm |
| Literature › To Princely, With Love [Tales From Treeland] by dodelight(op): 6:57pm On May 17, 2017*. Modified: 10:13pm On May 17, 2017 |
* Sometimes life presents us with second chances; some other times lost opportunities are never regained- I know this so well. I was strolling the market square when waves of whispers crossed my hearings of strange happenings at the Palace of Cleote. (Yes, monarchy had been restored by a referendum after the fall of Lord Grant. The people believed the Mayor's office wielded too much power,experiencing a tyrant like Grant again would mortgage the future of our unborn children, and make a mockery of our status among the provinces of Treeland. A parliamentary institution had also been established to check both the mayor and the king- it was earlier called 'The House of the Nobles', but now we called it, "The People's Assembly". Only nobles from the three upper divisions of Cleote could vie for kingship; and lords from the lower twelve divisions could vie for mayoral position- a system that was soon adopted across Treeland.) So I heard some whispers as I walked the market with my man Friday- Clement. The gossip was about the palace, and at the centre of it was Princely, the king's most trusted advisor. A charming young fellow, so deft in Treeland's culture, politics and history, but still a bachelor at thirty-seven. Five years ago he was sworn into the king's council, and he was so loved by many for his youth, bravery and zealousness. However, this same fervour coupled with some emotional granules had abruptly propelled him in his early days at the royal court to singlehandedly dismiss an instructive intelligence of a probable palace coup. A secret letter had arrived from the naval base at Joppah sent by Minth, an admirable admiral. He addressed the letter to king Edwin through Princely for two reasons: One, Princely had proven to be the most discreet of members of the king's council; Two, he was once the love of the Admiral's only daughter, Teresita before their love went south. (Whatever went wrong between Princely and Teresita was never known to Minth before now. But he still held Princely in high esteem, notwithstanding.) Princely disregarded the message. He wouldn't take any information from the admiral serious, obviously because he was yet to get over Teresita. Now the coup had almost matured overtime and both the king and Princely knew nothing about it. So Admiral Minth came over to Cleote with a fury, not even for the reply he got from Princely (that was years back); but because he couldn't bear the thought of a noble king losing his crown when he could have saved him. Arriving at the palace he headed for the council chamber; storming into the council session which the king was presiding over, he ordered everyone out, safe the king and Princely. By now Princely had forgotten about the admiral's letter and his own reply- it was four years ago. Both the king and Princely now watched the furious entrant in awe; he had in his hands a copy of the letter he sent to Princely on the left, and Princely's reply on the right. He handed the one on the left to the king. The king's eyes narrowed as he read it. Everything made perfect sense, he was suspicious of a conspiracy but he had been asking the wrong questions. "Why did you keep this from me? He asked softly, trying to control his temper. Princely was a bit lost. Minth now gave the king Princely's reply. He was obviously bewildered by the content. His hand trembled as he stretched the piece to Princely. "Did you write this?" He inquired. Princely leaned forward and grabbed the letter, he had forgotten what reply he sent. The main content read: "This claim of yours is outrageous. I consider it a mere figment of an idle imagination. Ships don't sail in Cleote. Princely." "I ask you again, did you send this to the admiral?" The king inquired a second time. Princely nodded remorsefully. King Edwin raised his hand. Minth interrupted, "Your highness, may I speak to you alone?" Princely exited shamefully. At the outer chamber were the other council members- the actual traitors- waiting anxiously, and something else was waiting for Princely, too at this chamber. One of the admiral's men was bearing a letter for Princely. It was from Teresita. That was the last thing he would expect. Maybe it was time for her to gloat over him. Princely opened the letter curiously and read: "To Princely with Love. Dear, Greetings. Hope you are well? I would have come on my father's entourage just to see you, but my father advised against it 'cause of the delicate state matter. I know about the letters. My father didn't want to believe you wrote that reply but I assured him you did. I related to him all that you said and how you ended our affair because you mistook my cousin for another man in contention. I have since left that in the past. Anyway, I did my best to appeal to my father that the king may not dismiss you from the royal service, but he never gave me his word. I just want you to know that I still care about you, and I never loved any since you left. With love from Teresita." Princely walked with his tail between his legs out of the chambers. He did not know what his fate shall be. He broke up with Teresita almost five years ago. She was now thirty-two and still in her father's house. The sun was setting, the night was drawing near. The meeting of the duo at the council chamber was taking too long. Princely went to his palace lodge preparing for the worst. That night a message arrived for him in form of poetry. We never knew who sent it. It read in part: "... If there is a playback, maybe a recap If we were reminded of words we have spoken The expressions which we gallantly made, Daring whoever dared- owing no apology Could we sit back now and attend to those lines without blinking an eye- I know better now! "If there is a playback, the time's hands turned back And we could see the words we penned, the messages we sent The ones we swiftly and gladly posted Convincing ourselves we've done the right and the best Could we sit back now and believe our eyes- did I really send that? "But then, nothing could be done about the days which are gone by The reflections are sometimes like anchor weighing us down Yet we need the caution to avoid another slip If we'd applied them before we wouldn't' be awake Even this night when others are asleep. "Dear Princely, let your heart overrule your head. Swallow your pride. Reclaim your forsaken love, peradventure you may claim some other honour, too. I hope you wake up in the morning a wiser man." Princely could hardly sleep through the night, he had penitence written all over him. Very early the following morning he sought the admiral's face, and asked for his forgiveness. It was so easy for Minth to forgive him; he had always regarded him as a son. The council members that were listed in the coup had been dismissed and rounded up overnight. King Edwin retained only Princely. Did you remember lord Edwin, the mayor that was booted out of office for alleged corruption before the advent of lord Grant? He was now the king of Cleote? How ironical! Of a truth, sometimes life presents us with second chances; but some broken hearts will never mend. *The Wonder's Heart* |
| Politics › Re: Fayose Removes PDP Name & Logo From Campaign Office & Billboards by dodelight(m): 1:21pm On May 16, 2017 |
theophorus:Why are people misunderstanding this simple post? Those posters never said Fayose is campaigning for himself towards 2018. No. He is rather preparing to lead the people and make them follow whoever he thinks is right for them come 2018 |
| Romance › Re: 6 Things men want in a relationship by dodelight(m): 7:00am On May 15, 2017 |
TrapQueen77:My dear, about that space of 2 weeks, I take it that you intentionally did that to spite him, not to actually give him a space. And I think you know the space we're talking about here. And about praises/approval. Not every guy cares about all you see on that list, you have to personally study what makes your man thick. Finally, only BOYS and not MEN are confused about what they want, so be sure that 'man' is not actually a 'boy'. Age ain't maturity. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Emir Of Bauchi Rejects Pastor Adeboye's Courtesy Visit To His Palace(pics) by dodelight(m): 7:54am On May 12, 2017 |
northvietnam:That You are baptized doesn't mean you are saved. that's just a religious cleansing. that you go to church, or even hold a strong position in the church doesn't mean the Lord knows you as his own elect. so never miscontrue religious activities for a genuine personal relationship with God |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 9:28am On May 10, 2017 |
ModsWillKillNL:All is well, Bro |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 9:17am On May 10, 2017 |
ModsWillKillNL:Yes, the law is more powerful. But how powerful is 'Nigerian law'? We have a very comprehensive constitution, so large and voluminous, the people in power understand how to manipulate it and re-interpret a well interpreted law to suite their selfish interest. Bro, we are both Nigerians, let's not pretend Buhari has really been in charge. I am forever in support of any one that can lead us aright, and now I see such man in Osinbajo and that's all that matters. |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 9:07am On May 10, 2017 |
FriendNG:Yes, I understand you. But it was not a mere use of English that the word 'Coordinating' appeared. There's a spirit behind it: a clause to make the Chief of Staff et all still very relevant under Osinbajo 'actingness' |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 9:03am On May 10, 2017 |
ModsWillKillNL:Please kindly read a comment above by this nairalander: OsinbajoIsALiar,, where he ended by saying 'NoyMyPresident'. Then you may know that it's a game of word and not of law |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 9:00am On May 10, 2017 |
Bazzio:I'm sure he didn't write the letter himself, the cabal did. Buhari only had to sign it. |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 8:58am On May 10, 2017*. Modified: 9:21am On May 10, 2017 |
FriendNG:Check the constitution, there is no word such as 'coordinating'. It's a game of words by the cabal carefully selected for Buhari, cause they knew that would be the only way for them to rein him in. Then there would be numerous court cases for the interpretation of that clause, and the government would be a stand still. Thank God the senate saved us that stress. Pls sincerely ask yourself: (1) Why did the cabal/ the President's handlers delay till now before they allowed him to travel for treatment? (2) Did Buhari write the letter of transmission of power by himself? This is Pure and Applied Politics! |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo Tweets About Acting President / Coordinating President Controversy by dodelight(m): 8:47am On May 10, 2017 |
FriendNG:You called that common 'synonym'? Are you a newcomer? or a learner of Nigerian politics? That synonym is all the cabal need to relegate Osibanjo. 1 Like |
| Politics › Re: On The 82 Chibok Girls Released - Unanswered Questions By Reno Omokri by dodelight(m): 8:54pm On May 09, 2017 |
otil1:Abi o. From detention to jail. |
| Politics › Re: Appeal Court Validates Rivers State’s Probe Of Rotimi Amaechi by dodelight(m): 9:31pm On May 08, 2017 |
NgeneUkwenu:So you've forgotten so soon that it's the same division of court of appeal that justified Sheriff's PDP and set the mainstream PDP in disarray? 7 Likes |
| Politics › Re: What This Facebooker Posted About Release Of Chibok Girls Will Shock You by dodelight(m): 8:16pm On May 07, 2017 |
Exactly my thought. While I'm glad the girls were released, this government is obviously playing politics with our lives and economic cause they could have done whatever they just did to get those girls freedom earlier than now. A perfect distraction to keep our eyes off Buhari's health and this administration's failure. |
| Politics › Re: Makarfi-led PDP Triggers Option B, Set To Fuse Into APDA by dodelight(m): 8:04pm On May 07, 2017 |
At last! This is long overdue. |
| Politics › Re: President Muhammadu Buhari Set To Retire by dodelight(m): 10:42am On May 05, 2017 |
I only hope this report is true. If so, good way to go. And either of those vice-presidential choice is okay. God bless Nigeria! |
| Politics › Re: Nigeria Should Be Shut Down Until Buhari Resigns – Adegboruwa by dodelight(m): 10:37am On May 05, 2017*. Modified: 5:28pm On May 05, 2017 |
It's long overdue! Shut down the system before they shut down our economy! 1 Like |
| Politics › Re: David Mark: GEJ & His Wife Radicalized Tambuwal &Turned Him Into A Political Foe by dodelight(m): 10:49am On May 03, 2017 |
shaqhead:Yeah, Yeah! |
| Literature › A Revolution Is Coming! [tales From Treeland] by dodelight(op): 7:47pm On May 02, 2017*. Modified: 9:14pm On May 24, 2017 |
Of all the comeuppances I dread, there is none I get spooked by like the vestigial remains of a cult-like association I created as a Lillian (so we call the students at Mount Lilly). It's about four decades now but from the whispers I hear here and there across the hills and dales of Cleote, and by extension Treeland, a new political movement might metamorphose from the ashes of my creation- The Crow Resistance Movement. It was in the days of Grants the fourth Mayor of Cleote. Sir Beliard was the provost at our citadel. The third Mayor and his underlings had been booted out of office for grafts: the regime was clearly a blend of a few saints with much morally depraved individuals, and the Mayor, Edwin couldn't tame his henchmen. Lord Grants had ridden on this clamorous yearning for change into power. He was the choicest of all the contenders. Been a war veteran he had been much more around than Edwin. He knew our history. He had fought for the unity of the provinces of Treeland. Above all, he had been inundated with the people's grumblings for transformation, and he had only one assignment: The restoration of our provincial pride. There was this saying in those days- "Go to Brass, weep for Cleote; she was once the beauty." But now we were desperate for our lost dignity, hence our choiceness of Lord Grants, and he had the people's support. However, few months into his administration, Grants soon began to fall short of the Cleotens favour. His plowmen were worse at enriching themselves with the proceeds from the city's establishments. Every walk of our provincial life was headed by their cronies. Their nepotism stunk to the highest heavens. Speaking of moral depravity, these ones were special breed; they perfected the art of distracting the populace from their inefficiencies; and dissident voices were jailed. They're smart and canny at covering their tracks as they syphoned off our sovereign wealth. Our fortune was dwindling. But the bane of these marauders was Mount Lilly. The wave of enlightenment blowing across the land was unprecedented. As students at that time whenever we went home for a break, no matter how short, we practically became teachers to our parents and uncles who were unlearned but were eager to learn. The only way for these plunderers to loot us dry would be to silence the conscience of Cleote, that's the citadel. And before our very eyes the decadence was soon spreading into Mount Lilly- the Mayor's men had their claws in the citadel's provost. I was in my second year at the institution and was privileged to be the Assistant Prefect of my set. I had also wormed my way into the hearts of some of the provost's staffs; and was soon hinted that there might be a plot to create a chaos in order to legitimately shut down the campus, and it would be a long time closure. I rallied some like minds among fellow students. I needed only seven to join me to make eight- I had a plan. And fortunately I got the backings of all the prefects and their assistants, except my own prefect who would rather have us appeal the school authority to appeal to the government. So we were nine and we founded the Crow Resistance Movement. Our goal was to awaken the Mayor to his responsibilities and deliver on his promises. We soon concluded on a strategy to achieve our goal: Shut down the system (including the citadel and all establishments) and hold the keys before the Mayor shut down the campus and change the lock. As some would later put it: Lock down the town before the Sheriff locks down the campus. We had seven days to execute our plan, and the mobilization was so swift and effective that within four days, Cleote was on her toes. The government became jittery, the crusade spread like wildfires; threats were coming from all sides, some of our relatives went into hidings and some of the eight developed a cold feet. The reinforcements we got from across Treeland was, however, phenomenal. I was at the center of the revolt. A mail arrived for me from Treeland capital very early on the fifth day; it was from His Grace, the Lord Bishop of Minth- a very discreet man and of few words. His letter read: "Do not tarry till cockcrow; gather ye rosebuds while ye may PS: Have you ever been to the Bishop's Gallery in Brass? At the entrance to the second corridor is a large statute of a bulldog: a perfect piece of creativity; so real and scary a first timer would tremble at its sight, but it cannot bark let alone bite. Face it." I mulled over the message awhile. My only fear about this movement had been Lord Grant himself- he's cunning and also known for his brutality. But Bishop Kalu's PostScript was like a piece to solve a puzzle: "...Scary... but it cannot bark let alone bite," a fiction. Yea! That same day, in the evening, having mobilized all our contacts across Cleote, the city was shut down. The protest went on for days. The people called for the Mayor's resignation, but he wouldn't yield. The resistance movement was soon hijacked by some who believed spiritual forces should be engaged. At this I made my withdrawal from the movement- I never believed in spirituality until years later. Soon we began to hear strange reports about the administration, the most shocking was about Lord Grants himself: they said he began to wither; his health was rapidly failing, and his physicians could not do anything about it. On the seventeenth day of the protest, around 6pm, the news broke: Lord Grant was dead. A week later a new administration emerged: it was a fresh breath, and the beginning of our redemption! Thus, the Crow Resistance Movement was laid to rest. That was thirty-seven years ago. This morning, another mail arrived from the Bishop. Its about a decade since we communicated. He's a diligent Shepherd of Treeland whose sighing I would never ignore. He wrote this in Latin and it read: "Venit alius revolution." Which is translated: "Another revolution is coming!" But Cleote seems to be at peace... *The Wonder's Heart* |
| Culture › Re: Oba Akiolu Drops Bombshell On Who Really Owns Lagos by dodelight(m): 2:41pm On May 02, 2017*. Modified: 7:40pm On May 02, 2017 |
Bombshell indeed! He will hear from the real ancestors. Omo-ale ti n f'owo osi juwe ile baba e! |
| Literature › A Revolution Is Coming! [Tales From Treeland] by dodelight(op): 10:09pm On May 01, 2017*. Modified: 12:16am On May 02, 2017 |
Of all the comeuppances I dread, there is none that spooks me like the vestigial remains of a cult-like association I created as a Lillian (so we call the students at Mount Lilly). It's about four decades now but from the whispers I hear here and there across the hills and dales of Cleote, and by extension Treeland, a new political movement might metamorphose from the ashes of my creation- The Crow Resistance Movement. It was in the days of Grants the fourth Mayor of Cleote. Sir Beliard was the provost at our citadel. The third Mayor and his underlings had been booted out of office for grafts: the regime was clearly a blend of a few saints with much morally depraved individuals, and the Mayor, Edwin couldn't tame his henchmen. Lord Grants had ridden on this clamorous yearning for change into power. He was the choicest of all the contenders. Been a war veteran he had been much more around than Edwin. He knew our history. He had fought for the unity of the provinces of Treeland. Above all, he had been inundated with the people's grumblings for transformation, and he had only one assignment: The restoration of our provincial pride. There was this saying in those days- "Go to Brass, weep for Cleote; she was once the beauty." But now we were desperate for our lost dignity, hence our choiceness of Lord Grants, and he had the people's support. However, few months into his administration, Grants soon began to fall short of the Cleotens favour. His plowmen were worse at enriching themselves with the proceeds from the city's establishments. Every walk of our provincial life was headed by their cronies. Their nepotism stunk to the highest heavens. Speaking of moral depravity, these ones were special breed; they perfected the art of distracting the populace from their inefficiencies; they're smart and canny at covering their tracks as they syphoned off our sovereign wealth. Our fortune was dwindling. But the bane of these marauders was Mount Lilly. The wave of enlightenment blowing across the land was unprecedented. As students at that time whenever we went home for a break, no matter how short, we practically became teachers to our parents and uncles who were unlearned but were eager to learn. The only way for these plunderers to loot us dry would be to silence the conscience of Cleote, that's the citadel. And before our very eyes the decadence was soon spreading into Mount Lilly- the Mayor's men had their claws in the citadel's provost. I was in my second year at the institution and was privileged to be the Assistant Prefect of my set. I had also wormed my way into the hearts of some of the provost's staffs; and was soon hinted that there might be a plot to create a chaos in order to legitimately shut down the campus, and it would be a long time closure. I rallied some like minds among fellow students. I needed only seven to join me to make eight- I had a plan. And fortunately I got the backings of all the prefects and their assistants, except my own prefect who would rather have us appeal the school authority to appeal to the government. So we were nine and we founded the Crow Resistance Movement. Our goal was to awaken the Mayor to his responsibilities and deliver on his promises. We soon concluded on a strategy to achieve our goal: Shut down the system (including the citadel and all establishments) and hold the keys before the Mayor shut down the campus and change the lock. As some would later put it: Lock down the town before the Sheriff locks down the campus. We had seven days to execute our plan, and the mobilization was so swift and effective that within four days, Cleote was on her toes. The government became jittery, the crusade spread like wildfires; threats were coming from all sides, some of our relatives went into hidings and some of the eight developed a cold feet. The reinforcements we got from across Treeland was, however, phenomenal. I was at the center of the revolt. A mail arrived for me from Treeland capital very early on the fifth day; it was from His Grace, the Lord Bishop of Minth- a very discreet man and of few words. His letter read: "Do not tarry till cockcrow; gather ye rosebuds while ye may PS: Have you ever been to the Bishop's Gallery in Brass? At the entrance to the second corridor is a large statute of a bulldog: a perfect piece of creativity; so real and scary a first timer would tremble at its sight, but it cannot bark let alone bite. Face it." I mulled over the message awhile. My only fear about this movement had been Lord Grant himself- he's known for his brutality. But Bishop Kalu's PostScript was like a piece to solve a puzzle: "...Scary... but it cannot bark let alone bite," a fiction. Yea! That same day, in the evening, having mobilized all our contacts across Cleote, the city was shut down. The protest went on for days. The people called for the Mayor's resignation, but he wouldn't yield. The resistance movement was soon hijacked by some who believed spiritual forces should be engaged. At this I made my withdrawal from the movement. Soon we began to hear strange reports about the administration, the most shocking was about Lord Grants himself: they said he began to 'wither' physically, and his physician's could not do a thing about it. On the seventeenth day of the protest, around 6pm, the news broke: Lord Grant was dead. A week later a new administration emerged: it was a fresh breath, and the beginning of our redemption! Thus, the Crow Resistance Movement was laid to rest. That was thirty-seven years ago. This morning, another mail arrived from the Bishop. Its about a decade since we communicated. He's a diligent Shepherd of Treeland whose sighing I would never ignore. He wrote this in Latin and it read: "Venit alius revolution." Which is translated: "Another revolution is coming!" But Cleote seems to be at peace... *The Wonder's Heart* |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Bishop Tom Samson Wins "Best Pastor Of The Year" Award, Poses In His Limousine by dodelight(m): 9:54pm On Apr 30, 2017 |
ChangeIsCostant:Since when did we start selecting pastor of the year? who gave it to him? and what qualified him for it- his humanitarian services? "Many shall say in your name we cast out demons, but I'll say unto them "depart from me; I know you not, ye workers of iniquity" |
| Politics › Re: Babangida Aliyu: US Invited 12 Northern Gov's To Know If They Will Remove GEJ by dodelight(m): 9:45am On Apr 27, 2017 |
I wish Jonathan was really smart. He had good intentions for the country but he never grew out of his naive perspective. Much as I like him, he lacks social intelligence. |
| Politics › Re: Why They Killed Adeleke - Fani Kayode by dodelight(m): 10:01pm On Apr 25, 2017 |
Had it been that Senator Adeleke perceived he would be made a sacrificial lamb and slain in his prime he would have humbly remained in PDP. Oh Life, Our Life! I was returning to Osogbo on Sunday afternoon when i saw the news; my first reaction was: this is pure darkness & juju at work. As for me, The Lord is my refuge; the Lord is my shade upon my right hand. There shall no evil befall me, neither shall any plague come near my dwelling in Jesus Name! 10 Likes |
| Politics › Re: PMB Didn't Sack Former Sec To Govt Of The Federation Babachir Lawal. See Who Did by dodelight(m): 7:43pm On Apr 22, 2017 |
Not far from truth, jare. I really wish we have a president who can actually bark and bite without being forced to do so. What we have is just a painting of a scary bulldog. 2 Likes |
| Politics › Re: SGF, Babachir Lawal Gone For Good – Sagay by dodelight(m): 5:52pm On Apr 20, 2017 |
LordAdam16:Thanks, my compatriot. This was the same position I took yesterday on this issue. Too many gullible ones treading our fatherland. When will they ever learn? Oh! when will they ever learn? 2 Likes 1 Share |
| Politics › Re: Nigerians React To The Suspension Of SGF Lawal & NIA DG Ayo Oke by dodelight(m): 4:07pm On Apr 19, 2017 |
sauerr:Don't mind them, they're dying of seeing something 'good' to hang on to. Too many gullible ones! Ignoring the fact that Buhari's hands have been forced by the senate,and he's now trying to make pseudo peace with them. Lie hailing lie! The real Buhari is just a scary dog painting with no actual life to bark and bite. 3 Likes |
...i swear i never even saw that one... 
