topcracker:
Well to the best of my knowledge, there are a lot of very good keyboardists out there in Nigeria. Its hard to say which is the best, because they all have unique styles and techniques and it would be very naive to judge and say anyone's the best. Here are a just a few of them:

Sunday Nweke (MasterKraft)
Wole Oni
Emmanuel Juzzy
Chibuzor (D'Elect)
Lucky Benjamin (Eljamin)
Samuel Giveson (MasterKraft's Prodigy)
Allwell Obi (Chord4bid)
Chiggy Jazz (Shadrach)
Simon Keys
Rotimi Keys
Yemi Keys (Allwell's Prodigy)
Onyema Jazz (Extraordinary dude)
Scojo (Samuel Giveson's Prodigy)
and my humble self Chigozie Orunta

Honestly the list is in-exhaustive...

Of course, no disputing who we deemed as the best pianist, it is subject to individual interpretation or common consensus... moreover now that the person I am referring to is dead. But as you mentioned Wole Oni, second on your list, it shows that we have common consensus that he is one of the best in Africa. I am sure I made some mistakes in what I wrote... I think the painist I was calling "Kola' in my post must actually be Wole Oni (I am sure now but only him can confirm it... as I never met him in person but wrote of what I heard about him many many years ago, and I hope he is still active on the piano today or it would seem the claims I am making is false)... so I have corrected mistakes made in my post by changing the name Kola to WOLE ONI.

(I am sure you have no idea what I am talking about because it is one thing to be a good pianist... I play the piano too... it is another thing to meet an individual that is a prodigy... much more unique than anybody you have met. I like gisting.. so let me give you a side talk... there is this great pianist in Abuja called Sam Esezobor...his father was a pastor and founder of a church, and he grew up with piano and music around him. He floored me on the piano when we jammed together for the first time... I taught he was awesome. But unfortunately I met Sam several years later and the spark was completely gone... just because he met Aba. He literally stopped playing the piano, just because of his encounter with this guy. Instead Sam became a preacher like his dad, and often invite me to play piano for his programs... and the day I forced him to play, he honestly could not play piano well anymore. He attributed this to his encounter with Aba... that he hated playing the piano after seeing Aba played... he even said he was never a pianist. We lost a bright talent in that guy!) I could concur with this guy's feeling. If Aba also made me felt that way when he was 16, I wonder what Sam felt when he met Aba at his prime when He was 27. It must have been devastating to say the least. I overcame the feeling because I was strongly motivated to learn as a newcomer... but Sam an oldcomer, who was a state pro on piano for many years and no more laurels to win, was blown away. Music is beautiful and can also be depressing when you are badly floored by a bigger talent, especially by an evil genius for that matter. I know Aba very well and would have been able to withstand his antics, but for a guy who knows nothing about Aba... they can be swept away by his bewitching charm. All about his Aba's music is to go for the jugular vein like a lion... he is showy, competitive and completely bad...the baddest ase out there! When I am with him, I avoid watching his fingers at work... he is incrementally gifted with speed and dazzling foot walks. A listening ear is your greatest asset and an insurmountable pride not to attempt to copy or be like others no matter their talents.


Well I dont know of other names you mentioned, especially your humble self, but I will check on youtube whether I can see their performances. Music in Nigeria is in an interesting phase right now, and we are documentating and writing the history.

Hi Charles and all, we watched the drama developed between you and Dencotext.... He raised a valid point that you and co should not be insulting others. Although he was against your believes, which he said is not scriptural, you ended up insulting him as a person... it does not also portray you in good image when you do such things... and I hope you learned a lesson from this fallout.

dadalicious:


Dear Charlie
You have been an inspiration to me.
I am now married with a child.
Glory be to God.
But I am still addicted to porn and masturbation which I thought I had overcome.
I am now fed up, I dont feel remorse, When I ask for forgiveness, It is not with a repentant heart, I am just fed up of this habit.
I need help

Hello Pal,

Well I am a man but I do not masturbate by God's grace. Actually, I have to explain exactly what you should do.
1. It is almost impossible not to masturbate. But provided you are a child of God or believe in JESUS as your saviour then you can stop masturbating.
2. First thing you need is a prayer of repentance and asking Jesus to help you.
3. The second thing is you have to believe you have stopped it from that day onward (not that you can stop it) and then you will stop it.
4. Thirdly you cannot stop masturbating if you watch porn, ponography or dwell on obscene pictures on social media like FB or whatsapp for too long. You should stop/avoid watching them.
5. You should renew your mind daily when you think evil thoughts... like pleading the BLOOD OF JESUS, telling the HOLY SPIRIT to clean your heart immediately.
6. The major mistake people make is this... you cannot masturbate unless you finger and touch your private part for stimulation. And here is where the greatest difficult lies... you have to stop touching your private part for stimulation, unless when it is not for evil intentions like bathing, shaving, rubbing cream, and so on.
7. NOW THE BIG QUESTION... what do you do when you have an erection? How i stopped masturbating was that the Holy Spirit explained to me that sometimes your body must have an erection, which is normal. Do not close your legs tight over your private part (especially when you are alone because it is not necessary), or touch it for stimulation when that is happening and do not think evil thoughts (of having sex). If you are lying on the bed, free your organ because it is necessary at times for the body to circulate blood there and ensure your body is tested and functioning well, then it would subside by itself after some minutes. You have not sinned in any way whatsoever.
8. Eventhough you obey this 7 steps, after the first week your mind and body would be telling you it is impossible not to masturbate especially if semens accumulates. This is not true and a lie from hell. It is like drug addiction that you are breaking from... ignore your body completely and observe the 7 steps not to watch porn, touch your private part to stimulate or fantasize about sex. In a month's time, your body would normalize completely because you have stopped wasting semens unnecessarily even when you are married, and the nutrients would help nourish your body. You will start looking fresh, healthy and sweet. People would take to you naturally.
9. Masturbation is a cage that dulls your feeling for the opposite sex... this is not normal and prevent you from achieving many things and breaking relationships. But when you have stopped masturbating for one to six months, you would have self control, but would be caring, sensitive to the opposite sex, more conversational and outgoing, and be ready to do the right things of life on time. And above all you will be completely happy with self because a life of santity pleases God.
KUDOS!

The best keyboardist Nigeria has ever produced is.... Let me paraphrase... one of the very best keyboardist Nigeria has ever produced.. is late now (2002)... he is none other than the Abanobi Echezona who lived in University of Nigeria, Nsukka. I cannot begin to enumerate here all what he did on the piano... but the best I can tell you is that you can classify him as a PRODIGY or a GENIUS! Geniuses are way beyond ordinary musicians.

To give you an approximate idea how good this guy was... the first time I met Aba playing the piano was around 1990? or early 1991, when he was a 15 yrs old and I last saw him in 1994. I never could follow his fingers with my eyes while he played... it was like human being of this era trying to comprehend 4th World War when 3rd World War has not been fought! A genius is someone you cannot understand, or placed, while performing, no matter his/her age. This guy, even at 15, was already a great jazz machine... and his favorite keyboard then was Korg M1. He was the first, and maybe the last, pianist to make me shed 'a gallon of tears' while playing.... hearing Aba play, was like standing in the presence of God; the emotions and beauty his cadence produced was beyond comprehension!

When I became a good keyboardist in 1994, (I worked very hard trying to emulate Aba to no avail; although, I was sure no man could copy this guy, verbatim, I decided to evaluate Aba on three major tests: #1: whether my eyes could follow the speed of his fingers while playing; #2: To understand and test his sense of tonality (hearing); and #3:How good was his left-hand? Of course, his right hand was above-board.

To put my doubts to rest about his abilities, Aba took me to the music department (1993) in UNN, where there were grand pianos... insisting that electronic keyboard was a toy made of plastic, that any great keyboardist who failed to play well on the grand piano cannot be labeled a 'pianist'... there and then, Aba played on the grand piano what I titled 'A NEVER ENDING JAZZ'. He just bang and bang on the piano for about 30 minutes non-stop with dazzling cadence, syncopation, way beyond my poor mind. Woefully for me, my eyes couldn't keep track of his speeding fingers and neither could I remember, afterward, what he'd done because it was full of complexities. After that day, I hated myself and became discouraged/disillusioned and refused to touch the keyboard for more than a month.

Do you know why? Initially, I wasn't a keyboardist at all. But seeing a 15yr old dazzling on the piano, it made me to learn the keyboard with such a zest because I thought I was an intelligent guy (I got A1 in Maths to say the least). So I became very good on the piano within 3 months (all I could play today and maybe tomorrow was imbedded in that 3-month hard work)... alas I couldn't improve much further after that. You'd say I peaked too soon! So at my peak in 1994, I estimated that, for me to play that NEVER ENDING JAZZ that Aba had just played, it would take me 8hrs of rehearsal, daily, for 5yrs to meet his speed, accuracy, beauty, and precision. But I may never never catch up with him though. (I once observed Aba from afar rehearsing, personally, on a grand piano in his house from 8:00 am in the morning till 9:00 pm in the night, with occasional breaks in-between, till I left....) So that made me discouraged/disillusioned to the extent that I have made up my mind never to compete with any upcoming keyboardist because there was an Aba I may never meet up with!

At my request, on the chords Aba was holding, he slowed down and showed me, for the first time in slow motion, what he was holding and that made me scared to say the least... Aba had large fingers and was able to hold up to 7-note chords, as often as he wished! When I asked him, in amazement, how he was able to hold up to 7 notes with 5 fingers, Aba simply increased the number of notes he was holding for each chords, all played in progression and without stopping. He showed me, slowly, that he could hold two notes with only one finger, if need be, that could amount to 8, 9 or 10 note chords (just with only five fingers). After that I dare not ask this guy anything... I was really baffled! I realized that this guy was not ordinary and he was way ahead of his generations in matters pertaining to music and thereafter I relinquished the thoughts of trying to fathom what he was doing...

What about Aba's sense of tonality??!! I came to the conclusion, when I read recently in a BBC documentary that autistic genius in music (and very few individuals) often attain to 'perfect pitch' in the test of tonality (hearing). According to this documentary, it is a very rare phenomenon in life that happens among few musicians or individuals, maybe, in a ratio of 1 : 50, 000. A person with a sense of 'perfect pitch' can distinguish and identify by hearing alone the keys, notes, or chords of any musical instrument struck, even after many days. I think, going down memory lane, Aba had a 'perfect pitch' sense of tonality... a phenomenon, which was not understood by us in those days... but which I am drawing your attention to in a special way. And Aba maybe somewhat autistic too because he stammers very badly, a thing that runs in his family... (moreover, his dad was the first professor of music in Nigeria also reputed as the greatest pianist Nigeria have ever seen).

A professor of music was playing a classical piece on the grand piano in his house and my friend (the professor's son) and Aba were standing outside the house listening to him. My friend asked Aba to ascertain what key his father was playing that piece of music, and Aba (who stammers a lot) replied immediately: "On key E...and if you doubt me, go and check it out". And my friend went and check the keys his father was playing that piece on, and to his surprise, it was key E as Aba had said. When I heard that story, I decided not to test Aba on the issue of tonality, moreover as I have ascertain over and over again how good he was on that issue (he was the keyboardist in our campus fellowship and had demonstrated repeatedly on stage, how perfect he was on the issue of tonality... when someone was singing before he started playing, Aba would simply glide his fingers to the right keys... never ever striking the wrong note and he never fail to modulate immediately with a singer who suddenly goes off-key... Aba would follow him or her automatically to the next key as though it was a well planned event. Nevertheless, what made me marvel the most about Aba having a sense of 'perfect pitch' was when I asked him how good he was on the issue of tonality or hearing... he told me that he knows the sound of every key or note and that of every chord you may play on any octave!.. That meant that, if you are playing a minor sixth chord on key B and you are holding the first inversion of that chord on the fourth octave of a keyboard, and you blindfolded Aba, he would go straight to the fourth octave, and hold exactly the same chord and its inversion on key B without hesitation, after you uncover his eyes.

As you can see, that explained why Aba, was able to reproduce whatever he hears (verbatim) no matter the complexity of that music because he'd hear it once and remember it many days afterward. At the age of 15, Aba met a guy who was rehearsing a difficult classical piece in the music department, U.N.N (Aba was still in secondary school then), this guy claimed he had worked on that piece for 21 days. Aba just heard him played it once, casually, and played it far better and marvelously than even the original composer himself could have done, and walked away! There was also this jazz piece I spent many weeks working on and perfecting on E flat... I played it before Aba only once and very rapidly like the way he does. My idea was just to impress him and test his sense of tonality. Aba gave me the shock of my life.... he told me to repeat that piece of jazz again, and I purposefully refused to do that...nevertheless, Aba went ahead and played it accurately up to about 60% before stopping, abruptly. What marveled me about this whole affairs was that he'd played it verbatim up to 60% on a different key! I played it on Key E flat and he reproduced it on Key F! This was a handicapping scenario whereby I made sure Aba heard me only once, as I played a complicated piece of jazz very rapidly that took me days to score... and he was able to reproduce it 60% on a different key made me never to doubt his capabilities again! I knew very well what would have happened if I had played it very slowly, even once!

About Aba left hand??! My good friend had been boasting that since he was left handed (his father and Aba's father were music professors and contemporaries in U.N.N) he was better than Aba on his left hand. I thought otherwise... I warned him that it was of no use trying to match up with a prodigy... but my good friend would not listen to me and went ahead thrilling me with his left-hand. Me knowing full well that Aba is never shy of a fight, I went and informed Aba about it, so we now came to my good friend's house.

At the sight of Aba, my good friend heart failed him and he refused to challenge Aba ('cos Aba was hot tempered too)! But when Aba saw he wasn't ready to play, Aba nevertheless went into his parlor and mounted the grand piano there and began to play only with his left hand... to say the least, it was like a nightmare watching this guy on the piano... he did the very impossible... strumming, thumping, scaling, improvising, and at the same time holding chords with his left hand... all at blinding speed.... never slowing down but getting better and faster with each seconds. It seems as if a millisecond is enough time for a grand master pianist like Aba to play many many things.

The last and final test I gave Aba was on one of Ron Kenoly's song. Me and my good friend has worked for months on some of his songs, so that we believe that not even Aba can do better than us. But in the presence of Aba, all our courage just evaporated. My good friend who is also from a music family like Aba, wouldn't dare him. As for me, I had nothing to lose... they all know that I was learning from them (learning from my good friend as Aba couldn't teach you anything... he stammers a lot and he is not too friendly to people trying to learn from or copy him)... so I decided to play the Ron Kenoly's song in Aba's presence on a keyboard nearby, for it would have been a bad idea playing on a grand piano in the presence of Aba as I never could have mastered that device like him or my good friend... so I settled for the keyboard.

Aba took over and played the song himself... we were dumbfounded! It was nothing like we ever dream of or imagined... it was like there were 7musicians accompanying him to play. It was like, we were hearing so many instruments at once.. maybe a guitar, a piano, a drum, and trumpet and so. When Aba left the keyboard and went away. Me and my good friend rushed to look at the voice effect Aba selected and used in the keyboard... behold it was the jazz organ! We checked it over and over again (for we have noted that after Aba selected the voice, he did not change it till he left)... so it beat our imagination that only a jazz organ (no splitting or dual voice was used) could produce such array of sound under Aba's finger.

Let me stop here. The only keyboardist I have heard online that sounds and play as fast as Aba, is the all time greatest jazz pianist ever... the man that was reputed to revolutionized jazz with speed and improvisation, the all time great..ART TATUM himself. He lived from around 1920's to 1954 and he was somewhat blind! He stormed the whole world at the age of 24 in 1933 at a competition for pianist (on stride piano) in USA. He presented two songs 'Tea for Two' and 'Tiger Rag' that made him won the competition by storm!

You can google and watch it being played on You-tube... it will give you an approximate idea how fast Aba was and his dexterity in playing. There is no song, whether the hardest classical piece, that takes Aba more than once to hear and play!

Watch one very good keyboardist play the Art Tatum 'Tea for Two' on You-tube here, which took him 4yrs to practice on and off (of course more slower and less precise than the master himself)..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWy1AQ5-R1U
this good keyboardist of a guy said it took him 4yrs of practicing Art Tatum 'Tiger Rag' on-and-off to master it... yet he didn't play as good and as fast as Art Tatum himself! That was how Aba was to me and all the very good keyboardists in Nigeria in his time... it would take you about 4 to 5 yrs as I rightly surmised in my time, to work on only one piece of Aba's music 'A NEVER ENDING JAZZ'! So hear the master himself, Art Tatum, play it on You-tube here (it would give you an approximate idea how complicated the music of geniuses like Aba are):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tnm_qOY_rm0 and here too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5qWC6VjCS0

As an after thought, I decided to add this story: someone told me around 1994 that there was someone who could play the piano as good as Aba or even better. I was wondering how good that person could be, but the guy insisted that I should ask Aba himself! And who was the surprise Nigerian that can play as good as Aba or even better? It is none other than a guy simply identified as 'WOLE ONI'.

So my second greatest Keyboardist and perhaps the very best KEYBOARDIST Nigeria has produced, since Aba is late now, is Wole Oni (even though I have never met or seen Wole myself). I learn he owned and managed a studio in Lagos for a long while before he left Nigeria for U.K.

I heard enough about him in 1994 while at UNN to determine that he was of the talent and skills of Aba or even better. So as that guy, who told me that Wole Oni was even better, insisted I confronted Aba himself to verify and ascertain whether this fact was true. Aba has never admitted or acknowledged that he has met or know any person that can play the piano like him. But on that fateful day, When I spoke about Wole to Aba, he just kept quiet for a while... that was when I suspected that there could be more to this Wole story.

Aba said "When Wole was playing in the 1980's I was barely a six or a seven year old boy, and I was too small to know what he was doing or be of a challenge to him.!"

So I asked him further: "Have you met with him recently? Does it mean you can play better than him now? Or are you acknowledging that Wole is better than you or is very good for that matter?"

Aba replied, and I observed that he chose his words very carefully, unlike him: "Yes I have met with him recently. I went to Lagos to his studio, but he was so busy that we saw only briefly. There was no time for him to listen to me play. Well I have not played with him rcently on the piano so I cannot tell! But if you are to ask me of my own personal opinion, I will say that I am playing better now."

So from Aba's reply, and from that guy's testimony, I ascertain that Aba may have actually been inspired by Wole to become the genius he was then. Actually no prodigy is an island of his own. But there is news circulating about Aba's late father being the best piano player Nigeria has ever seen in his time... apart from the fact that he was the first music professor to bag a master and a phd degree in music in Nigeria, and the starting founders of the music department of UNN and their H.O.D of the music department of UNN till he passed away in 1984.

It must be that Wole, also, was another music genius who, according to Aba, wasn't his contemporary... 'cos Wole was way ahead of Aba in terms of age. There was a story circulating in UNN in my time about one of Wole's exploit as a musician... that apart from playing the piano so well, that he was very good on other instruments like flute too! On one fateful day, two menacing dogs decided to attack him while he was returning from lectures; he bent down and blew the flute for them to hear and those dogs, maybe due to the beauty of the sound emanating from the flute, became whimpering and tamed animals, howling and wagging their tails to the sound of the flute!

THIS IS A DREAM OF RAPTURE SIMILAR TO YOURS I FOUND AT http://dennisglennministry.org/wordpress/my-dream-of-the-rapture-2/


Sometime in 1992, I had the most marvelous yet frightening dream. And until I woke up, I didn't know it was a dream.

In my sleep that night, I saw myself in the ‘realms of eternity’. I was conscious of self in eternity but I was at the same time able to view events as if I was an onlooker.

Why I call it 'eternity' is that time stopped ticking in that realm for me. I’m assuming with God’s enablement: You can view the history of the whole world in eternity and yet never be conscious of time. And that was what happened to me. My life now appeared to me and I began to review and preview it as I wished. Where I was in the realms of eternity, there was no hurry for anything.

However, I realized that life for me in eternity started the day I gave my life to Jesus Christ ... to God that was what counts. So the vision of my life started from that day onward.

I saw the day God visited me and I didn't know He was visiting me at that time. It was a dark night in 1989, and I wept and asked God: “If truly Hell exists and Heaven exists, let me not be thrown to such a wicked place like Hell. I can’t control the rate I am sinning, and if there is any way I can make it to Heaven … since You are my creator … please make the way for me.”

And a still small voice spoke to me thrice: "Your prayers have been heard", after which I had perfect peace and the turbulence of guilt left my soul.

Any other thing that happened afterward was just mere formality, because God was there with me that night and I saw that it was the event that triggered my salvation. I saw when I gave my life to Christ; when I got filled with the Holy Ghost in 1991, and many other things which I won’t go into details here.

I noticed in the vision that unfolded before me in my dream that my life seemed to be divided into three stages:

1: I was a very serious and a devoted Christian during the first stage -- roughly a timeframe of up to ten years or even more.

2: After that I became spiritually lukewarm and cold during the second stage; my life became entangled with worldly, selfish and sinful things.

3: Then during the third stage, I suddenly made a resolve to serve God faithfully and even though it wasn't easy for me, due to the magnitude of negative things happening in the world then, I continued being faithful.

Then the very unexpected happened suddenly! One day, the rapture occurred. The people left behind in the rapture heard noises; some heard the earth quaking; some didn't hear anything; but the magnitude of the event was too awesome to me who saw it in eternity.

The second and first heavens were filled with the brightness of God; all the host of heaven, without any warning of any sort, suddenly galloped down to the earth; there was pandemonium amongst the demons even in the kingdom of Satan. Hell shook; all the devils on earth fell down like dead men, until the event was over as quickly as it had started.

Firstly, graves of dead saints in Christ were opened and they flew up into the sky like rockets; Jesus stood there in the sky, hovering over the earth with outstretched arms. And then the saying was fulfilled which says: "Wherever the carcass is, there the eagles shall be gathered together". (See: Matthew 24:28 KJV).

Then we who were alive and in Christ were caught up together with those who rose from the grave. This was done with no human or angelic intervention, but by the power of God … which was so awesome that day!

In the dream, in a twinkle of an eye, I saw myself changed and put on a glorified body, while I flew up and was joined together with the rest of the saints around Jesus Christ in the sky, just above the earth. Jesus looked around Himself as if He was able to take stock of all the millions upon millions of people that stood around Him in white clothing. Being satisfied that all the saints that God the Father gave Him were complete … He began to smile.

At that stage, as we stood in the sky around Jesus, not being in a hurry to move away from there, I couldn't help but admire those around me, and to marvel at what was happening. The thought that was going on within me was: "So I made the rapture? So this is the rapture spoken about? How easy I could have missed it like others who were left behind! Did I really do anything to merit this? My God - I am changed forever! Had I known that this would be like this, I would've served Jesus with all my being every second of my life on earth."

Then the unthinkable happened. I saw many people I would have assumed to be sinners while on earth – they made the rapture. In fact they even appeared to outnumber those who I knew as “Christians” while on earth; because so many of the "so-called Christians" I had known weren’t serving God with their hearts at all, but just mere half-hearted lip service! Just mere show and pretense – man made religious activities of sorts. They had various stages of knowledge of God, but had no real, personal one-on-one intimate relationship with Jesus Christ the Judge. Obeying His clear commands in scripture to obey Him had been lukewarm at best, if at all. So many were spiritually deceived and in their deception, deceiving others … “practicing lawlessness” as Jesus referred to them as in Matthew 7:21-23. These were all left behind to suffer.

This all instantly unfolded before me as I stood there in the sky: Those who made the Rapture (particularly those whom I once thought were sinners) had given their lives to Christ at a certain juncture in life, and even became faithful to God to various degrees; yet in time they chose to live completely without compromise by the absolute standards of God's Word: Righteousness, Holiness and Truth. These were the ones who were taken instead of the "so-called Christians", who were left behind to face the mighty wrath of the devil, an emissary of no little kindness that helps to convey the Father’s sore displeasure to sinners.

Then in eternity, I suddenly looked at Hell and my heart stood still. Many of my friends, including my neighbors and even my relatives and those long dead and forgotten … were in Hell!

Generations upon generations of people were in Hell. Even if one had thrown a thermonuclear bomb to wipe out all the people that are currently alive on planet Earth out of existence, it wouldn't have measured up to the magnitude of horrors which I saw the generations of people experiencing in the eternal damnation of Hell’s fire.

It is a shocker of the worst kind for you -- a saved soul -- to know that even one of the souls that you had known on earth is in Hell. Same thing for those in Hell: It brings possibly the best consolatory knowledge to those in Hell to know that one of the souls they knew while on earth made it to Heaven. Nobody in Hell wishes anybody on earth to join them in Hell -- that was how bad a knowledge the vision of my dream revealed to me.

Surprisingly, there in the rapture I was like God and could view and get answers instantly to all my questions and even about those people in Hell! THEREFORE I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO YOU JESUS FOR REDEEMING MY SOUL -- OUR SOULS!

Then I woke up to find out that it was just a mere dream! And a dream indeed!