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Never Allow Igbos Rule Again is the acronym for NAIRA 1 Like |
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This is the era were small girls have big gods Behind closed doors, tucked under sheets They do nothing by surrendering everything Where do you think the iPhone came from? There is really a good God behind the scenes. Small girl big God, this is complex simplicity Where did these shoes and bags come from? You think a prayer is real enough to conjure A crumb of bread on the tables of slayqueens? You think they find nourishment in church? Indeed small girls have a Big God, Gods rather The mystery of a divine tryst can be understood In this Buhari economy, let sleeping dogs snore Pray your pocket is deep enough to touch her Empty well then you will be termed 'Big God' But how can we resist this so called small girls? When their skimpy things beckon seductively They move to and fro with enticing swagger Devourers of gods, who can break this spell? Small girl indeed, tamer of Big things and things. 1 Like
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Jesus (yehueshua) was born in a cave in Ethiopia, it wa changed by the Europeans in the council of Nicea meeting of bishops |
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GO TO THE TRIBUNAL If you feel the war is not over And the bile stirs the carcass of anger Before you dig up the hatchet you buried Before you beat the drum of war GO TO THE TRIBUNAL When your head is filled with storms And you can’t stand the hurricane of wrongs Especially when results foul the wind Before you crop-off some scalps, please GO TO THE TRIBUNAL Even when Abacha’s ghost weeps at the good works And a white flag is waved on the heaps of corpses When the truth is strafed on a pendulum Please pick up the bones, hold your rage and GO TO THE TRIBUNAL If you are a grieving one eaten by anger Against the terrors in camouflage Don’t you know federal horns feed fat from choice bones? Just go back home and sleep with opened eyes, tomorrow GO TO THE TRIBUNAL If they call red white, and white black And the villain is crowned a saint If your wife fails in her spousal duties Don’t cheat on her, hold your hardon and GO TO THE TRIBUNAL Justice is blind and at times deaf But she’s the only friend you can count on So if you can’t bear the burdens of omissions and commissions Take your rugged cross and some Franklyn faces to her GO TO THE TRIBUNAL Who cares for you bloody anguish? From a land with no foothold for peace Where violence is a daily rite, bloodstained hands Bloody hearts, tough heads dancing on quicksand Brothers fight brothers to the applause of neighbours Remember the tribunal will be staged near the rocky villa Because you would rather blow up your home Than live as one under one roof. We are thrilled by this action packed movie We are all excited to watch your nude dance Count your corpses floating on the Rivers of blood Name them one by one, see what your rage has done 1 Like
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HE DEVIL He lurks in the shadow of the moon His words area air, her heart a balloon He rides on the wheels of her urge And comes with that sensational surge They say love is blind So she has read the braille of his mind She measures his heart on the scale of promises He said he would bridge the gap between miss and misses Love is such an itchy thing He’s the most perfect she’s ever seen She sees the future right inside his eyes And the ring opened the door between her thighs Some lies can quench the refinery fire Talking off her clothes, fulfilling his sole desire She said ‘you have seen it all, when are we seeing my Pastor?’ His reply got her cursing his Mother, Father and Ancestors?
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ME AND MY BOO Daughter of the master blacksmith of this town Your majestic beauty and aura wears you crown I have traversed the globe; I have landed in your hut I will come with my people and your father’s kolanut My boo, I have chosen you from among all flowers I will spend all my seconds, minutes and hours To plant seeds of smiles and happiness on your face I shall pluck the rainbow and bring it to your place Then wrap it all around your tempestuous waist Anything to please you, I will do it in haste When you walk, your hips can make a boat capsize It makes my head swell; I need a new cap size When you dance, all the palm fronds clap And the branches of other envious trees flap When you run, you nimble like a gazelle of the Savannah Your tears remind me of Kintampo waterfalls of Ghana My boo when you laugh, Mini ngwugwo shivers And you’re your voice sends ripples to other rivers Your eyes are flames when we play in the dark When you are gone, you are like blood and I a shark I will hold your hands and take you to the moonlight Away from this sleeping neighborhood and windowed lights Away from the sounds of crickets, bullfrogs and trees Just above the skies with pleasant caress of cool breeze I will read you a poem to the hearing of Venus and Mars I will hold and kiss you to the envy of murmuring stars With one knee down, I shall wear you a diamond ring I will carry my Queen in my arms and I will be your King In our wedding we shall sing and we shall dance too Just ME AND MY BOO…………………………………………………………….
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NKECHI Her name is Nkechi, my special Nkechi I love my Nkechi, so beautiful is Nkechi I went out alone that rainy Friday night I’d leave home early, didn’t want her to come Nobody knew that evening I had missed my flight I just wanted to chill, my head was a storm Her name is Nkechi, my personal Nkechi I adore my Nkechi, so gorgeous is Nkechi The time was a quarter past ten The hands of vodka were too strong So I decided to call Chidi and Ben It was Friday and the night was young Her name is Nkechi, my correct Nkechi I like my Nkechi, so pretty is Nkechi Network was rude, Chidi’s number switched off My battery dying and Ben’s house was close Headed for his crib to charge my phone and stuff Knowing he spends his Fridays indoors with hoes Her name is Nkechi, my sweet Nkechi I treasure my Nkechi, so sexy is Nkechi I got there a bit soaked and felt the door It wasn’t locked, music banging loud noise I entered and saw a familiar shoe on the floor I walked calmly and recognized her voice Her name is Nkechi, my darling Nkechi I cherish my Nkechi, so ravishing is Nkechi Screaming in ecstasy, Ben banged her harder I knew it was Nkechi; I banged on Ben’s room They refused to open the door, I got MADder I stopped a bit as silence crept in, spelling doom Her name is Nkechi, my deceitful Nkechi I hate my Nkechi, so ugly is Nkechi Even thunder grumbled as rain soaked the night Her cloths, bag and pant all littered the floor Music off, called Chidi to meet me at the speed of light They’ve been trapped; the world will meet us at this door Her name is Nkechi, that wicked Nkechi I’ll strangle that Nkechi, so devilish is Nkechi… 1 Like
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TSUNAMI LYRICAL PONTIFF: I was just on my own o… Playing with beach sand Innocently on the shore. Under the bright moonlight Suddenly, the roaring tide Overtook its bank like a Raging monster. Waves Stretched their fangs and I could only but surrender. Screaming in loud silence Bleeding out my innocence. MENTALLY_BADASS: "It was a mistake; I would never hurt you again If you tell, you would only face more pain You asked for it, with your smile and revealing outfit You practically begged for it, you gotta admit" All these and more you said Never an apology for sneaking into my bed For tearing my clothes while I scream NO I begged to be left alone, for you to go I know if I tell anyone, I know the pain wouldn't end Especially when everyone seems to be your friend MISS LUCKLYN: I played beautifully in the rain My shoulders held high as i reign The wind made jokes with my dress Running with my heart panting at rest Blue skies made mockery of my mind I was sure I could see Angels in the sky Then came the angry and hungry darkness Boasting in the clouds without hindrance Exposing my innocent parts To a structure with no pants With itchy eyes and wide mouth with more He feasted on my very essence My legs, he ripped apart with his black act His rod pierced my soul and all of me The stuttering of my lips were rhythmic melodies In the passage of seconds, he had arrived While I was sent on a journey of no arrival. And the dark sky watched in amusement, The cloud took its sit in the throne of silence. It was the end of my reign…………………… LYRICAL PONTIFF: I lie naked, broken, frozen and bruised Natural pap will tell you when to stop Every day I am conquered by tsunami Alone with this deity in the wee hours The world lies dead asleep around us The moon will not intervene in my case And all the stars will claim to be blind This Tsunami rises against my dear sleep Doors and cloths are just frail things And threats are gifts sent to calm me…
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT Thoughts of you eat my nightmare I met you in a dark bar, sipping a light beer I bought you orange soda; I had a crush on you You were pepperish, red hot like Yoruba stew The kind of crush that can turn meat to paste Your friends took table water, they had no taste But when they ordered for sea foods, I smelt something fishy I already had enough on my plate, plus I no get shishi Pepper been no rest, not even tomato I just go borrow underground like potato Come dey burn bread any how like a bad toaster I’ve sugar coated lines; I’m not a bad toaster You were sow (so) fly, I wanted winged pork But the dumb waiter didn’t give a fork Like heated ice cubes, I let out steam Your friends treated me like hot ice cream In fact like a cannibal, giving me cold shoulder Because I’m not a star or hero, I just turn gulder I’m Soda like mineral but you gave me high spirit You didn’t give me beef, venison was it Chiking you was time consuming like eating a clock It was all piom piom free, I didn’t suck I clutched at straws; you gave me reply in sips Just like pan cake, you gave me creeps (crepes) You accepted me with a pinch of salt Your past is a soured soup, not your fault This love is warming inside, I’m like pots Like my cashew driver, you drive me nuts I know my onions but you make me cry…. To be continued
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WHEN MONSTERS PROSPER When monsters prosper Pain strangles the lean neck of our land And we squirt tears into God’s eyes Then move on with faces like broken glasses As our dreams groan under tyranny’s feet We lie stifled and silent in cold grip When monsters prosper Prophets read the spreadsheet of future in error And prophecies miss the road like stray bullets The shame is a heavy cross to carry Until nerves come to breaking point Now the world awaits a greencard to be torn When monsters prosper The world deals its final blow On the sorry faces of disgruntled wailers What should one make of God When one’s prayer grow mucor in his KIV drawer And all you can is ‘it is well’ When monsters prosper We shall enthrone the villain And armed masquerades will dance in cathedrals A deluge will certainly come A raging flood of zombies will overrun the land And corpses will surely litter the streets When monsters prosper Pray you don’t walk on corpses on your way home The moon will be painted red and stars black And soldiers will run mad with anger Before thunder deroof the world Then bullets will be sweet melody to our ears When monsters prosper He owls shall lead the choir of night and day Bats will stand sentry at noon Plus vultures will head the jury You better mourn the sick world upfront Because monsters will toss the globe on their middle finger. When monsters prosper They shall rise like a penis in erection Blood will flow down the puffy cheeks of the land Because monsters are hungry for blood sacrifice Just read the signs in the eye of time Monsters will see the broom and Passover.
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TRAFFIC MADNESS The year is twenty seventeen Mad drivers on the prowl, madness lengthen And traffic is slow like it’s on codeine Come and see aged vehicles panting with fatigue No fuel, flat tire yet dancing on the express Buses are now beast of burden Heaped with unimaginable adornments Tanker drivers love it stale Stale stories, stale plots, they never fail Trailer drivers are elephants on the road Yet they challenge taxi the gazelle to a race And keke will challenge range rover to a tug of war Then the outcome is an eye sore Traffic jam is the state anthem we all sing From oil mill to Bori camp, this song is king From Rumuola down to waterlines Traffic jam is a melody with sweet lines The fire of traffic light can’t kill this song From UTC to Borikiri, this evil tune is long All the flyovers sing this anthem too Police is your friend, hold up is your boo Patience grows tough on the manure of PH roads Wisdom is a vapour on the ugly face our roads Finally, when we move like a crippled snail In joy we sing praises and to God we hail.
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FLAT EARTH What if everything that is obvious is true? Will my songs be oily in the throat of your mind? Will that be a borderline to my troubled soul? Will that put a needle on the balloon of deception? So what if everything that is obvious is true? It is obvious that the earth is flat But they say it is curved It is obvious that the world is motionless Yet they say that it moves It is obvious that the heavens revolve around us Yet they say it is us that revolve It is obvious that the sun is bigger than the stars Yet they tell us otherwise It is obvious that the sun and moon are the same size Yet they say the sun is 400 times larger It is obvious that the earth is just a plain Yet they say it is one of many other planets I’m just a soldier of truth and reason Holding my thoughts like the ice walls Of Antarctica holding the oceans I must not trust my eyes they say The world is a gigantic spinning ball The earth is spherical, it is an ellipsoid, No they also say the world is a gioid So I bury my query in the belly of the wind The truth doesn’t exist like the South Pole Polaris sits on the dome of the heavens As the sun, moon and stars are like a spinning chandelier Only our imaginations have been sent to space We are used to lies and laugh at the truth Changing one’s mind is like pulling a tooth We are on a flat disc protected by firmaments Before you label me “dementia”, ask yourself Why must everything magical and untrue Be called science, and nothing that is obvious is true.
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SLAY QUEENS Some girls will be forming slay queens for Africa Most looking like a stock fish replica No flesh there, just beauty on plain bone It doesn’t make sense like getting blood from a stone Fat or slim, you can be flyer than a rocket Without curves, you’re like a jean trouser w’out pocket Forty years ago, sanity resided here in our hood Now it’s Agbani syndrome, no thanks to Hollywood Seventies, Orobor was the real eish Men and flesh just like water and fish Big boobs, thick thighs and ass like a mountain And lekpa girls will cry you a fountain Where is she today? I mean my beautiful Orobor They were the national cake our fathers went for But nowadays almost every girl is guilty Of adulterated, fake or artificial beauty But who has seen my orobor, my elegant elephant We took pride in celebrating and branding an ant But who sees our millipede chase, won’t know we own snakes We left our oceans and set sail on little lakes They even sell fake yansh everywhere in town Slay queen indeed, Brazilian hair is her crown Hours on the mirror coming out with a mask Looking natural, O! What a herculean task When it comes to slay queens, I can write a book When I see them around, me too I take a look Don’t blame me; I’m just an unsuspecting prey ‘Father, save us from Jezebels’ in my mind I pray
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LET ME MOP YOUR TEARS I’m still here beating the drum of love I won’t stop until I plant smiles on your face But the ghost of the past stirs your anger Yesterday’s wound is fresh and still bleeds I’m just a victim of transferred aggression Let me mop your ocean of tears I’m standing on your parched riverbed of emotions Your cloud wears a thick black garment Though waves of my words hit your shores But you listen to my sermons with wooden face Let me mop your deluge of tears Allow me close the floodgates of your eyes Daily I cast nets of words into your river But your voice is a venomed orchestra And clouds of ashes fall softly on me Let me mop the flood from your eyes I’m already soaked in your sea of sadness The pain in your voice cuts through my heart I can’t impress a heart that is a cold iron Only if my actions can wash away yesterday’s bile I hope to still beat this drum of love Signs from your eyes have told me to stop But there is no sunshine, there is no clear sky I’m still beating the drum, hearing the footsteps of rainbow I’ll beat it hard under the threats of thunder and lightening Let me mop your tears…
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NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR He had a face that frowns even when he smiles Looking like he’s full of storms, an awkward style Always too serious, acting like he’s dumb and deaf These are the attributes of a gentleman, Mr. Jeff Just by the next door is the abode of Miss Suzy Blurry life with a 9 to 5 keeping her busy Who doesn’t know home is a warm nest She’s watered by books, avoids weeds and pest But Jeff is a flower that grew on concrete garden Burdens of experience can make ones heart harden Suzy is fighting a war in her inner front Publicly, she’s uninterested in the husband hunt Nobody knows that Jeff’s face is just a mask Exchanging pleasantries became a herculean task For Suzy who has already approximated him But her cup of patience got filled to the brim She descended from her mountain of ego On the valley lies a crossroad of “greet” and “don’t go” Her spirit was ready but her lips were tied She dug a shallow grave and buried her pride Just by the corridor, at a very close range She bluntly said “hi”, it was so strange It sent shock sparks, planting him on the spot But his reply went to her goal post as a hot shot ”Bonjour jolie demoiselle” was his reply Suddenly Suzy looked straight into his eye “Vous n’etes pas serieux”, both busting into laughter They spoke at length, and became friends after Jeff finally came down from his high stilt His confession was wrapped foils of guilt She was actually his crush at first sight Thoughts of her often ate his sleep at night He went underground just to plot that act Social media said she was the French type. In fact He took up French lessons as a weapon in his Suzy hunt Yet the eternal inner war just posed a front 1 Like
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WHAT SHOULD I DO? What should I do, With this touch flaming in my heart? What should I do, With these claws of fire raking the pieces of my mind? Your name flower on the humus of my mind You are my crush, in my heart you grind When I say I love you to pieces This piece is just a question And I need an answer You are my cancer I’m swallowing food colouring, dying inside Chiking is like juggling, I don’t have the balls to do it We lack chemistry like incomplete science teachers I’m knocking on your door like Jehova witness preachers What should I do, With this touch flaming in my heart? What should I do, With these claws of fire raking the pieces of my mind? My measureless love for you is like prison wall, not built to scale. And it’s getting out of hand like an overgrown finger nail I won’t say no strings attached like a spoilt guitar But the truth is like orange peel, always bitter. What should I do? I need an answer in return Our love will be a marathon I see marriage in a long run. Saying I love you is like teaching history Giving old news… Please love me like the old blues I have the greens like I mixed yellow and blue I wish you knew or had the slightest clue Of my love. I’m a surveyor I have plans for you… What should I do, With this touch flaming in my heart? What should I do, With these claws of fire raking the pieces of my mind? Please tell me… 1 Like
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STRANGER IN WALAKPA A prostitute in my village Is a virgin in Walakpa Even the ghost of Sodom and Gomorrah Will reel at the good works of Walakpa Lust is impatient around here Pubs are hungry enough to eat your dinner A town begging for conscience Stays vigil under the moonlight The palm trees and elephant grasses saluted We the brave visitors yielding to the clarion call After 21 days, this is freedom’s sweet kiss Destiny has dragged me into this place The sun stretched its arms across Walakpa Yet clouds pushed each other in the sky The breeze whispered the rumours of the forest And it makes still waters to shiver I sang a lonely song to the shimmering stars And I watched my candle flame dance The trees all nodded in the wind As crickets argued long into the night Walakpa really needs ugly girls My heart has been skipping around my chest Since this 8 figured goddess appeared They will hang me for the love of eye candies Walakpa will chew you up and spit you out So my heart said, but she stole my mind I overheard the streets talking about us How we rendezvous beside the wooden bridge Walakpa doesn’t care to hear your church sermons A town hanging on a pendulum, morally bankrupt And all you can tell me is just to be born again Against the opportunity knocking on my door? Last night, the wind sang through the window pane I heard steps lurking in the thick shadows I could smell her, I could feel her around My door protested as it slowly opened She was tsunami devouring my coastline Pleasure moaned as I swung from it Then the thunder grumbled in objection So the fun came screeching to a halt Subscribe to view the poem in full
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Chike's Burden Chike's heart is a tennis court Love means nothing His love life is a squeezed page Can it be straight again? Chike sits on the headstone of emotions Wearing an agbada of errors Vultures still feast on the remains of his lovelife Nails of sucide scratch, but he loves life But why? Why Chike?? Agnes would rather give her vault Of faithfulness to a church rat Rather than Chike a money bag Chike bought Heaven and Earth for Rita All he needed was just her tithe of love But she packaged an offering of hell He holds wreaths of withered memories Chike obviously can't buy love But he is paying heavily for it Thoughts of Nneka poisons his heart She was a needle in his blossoming balloon of love Finally Rachel seemed to be clear skies But it was just from frying pan to fire She was fronting but behind a hooker Rolling for the pocket like a snooker ball Chike know say water wey dem take make eba Dem no dey see am again Person wey madman done bite before If him see mechanic, him go take off
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LOVEHEADS Why is she so sleepless? Smiling with her eyes closed In the dead of the night Someone is drunk from the Hardwine of love. And dares The silent fangs of darkness On the other side, it’s worse He has been rooted at a spot But she runs a marathon in His head. Words are ocean On the lips of a lovehead. Love is his sane madness Love is the drum he beats. Love is the song she sings. Everyone knows her routine Her hourly calls to her boo. When he comes back home He’s in her bosom via Skype. This thing called love is real And it knows no boundary. Calm in London like Thames She sparks him up like flames. Naija in flesh, her spirit abroad He’s the one scattering her dada Lovers walk on stilts of promises They defy the bearing of the wind Time will tell the tail(tale) of lovers Will it breakdown halfway? Will it Come white to the alter? Or be Anchored on the shore of enternity………………………………………………………
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Beer parlour gist When Ngo got to the door of his house He could smell beef in the air, cooked by his spouse He knew they will wear the same skirt and blouse 'Go back to that beer parlour ' her voice boomed 'Shaybe I held you back, yet off you zoomed' Ngo already knew the night was doomed Drunk Ngo banged on the door. 'No I can't' She yelled boiling, 8 months pregnant The noise leaves an ear for their co-tenants She cried: 'sow your explanations to the heavens' 'You left this house thirty minutes past seven' 'Ngo look at the time, past eleven! Past eleven!!' He has been caught in the Web of endless nag Cut her a slack, she has always raised the white flag She knows his beer habit is a filthy rag Yet waves of peace washed the bile off her shore Light dey, cable dey, beer sef dey, what else is he looking for? Peppersoup plus gen nko, U want her to open which door? Hmmm, finally she lends him her grace He staggers in, staring at his pregnant wife's face Flying words Mars his breathing space It sounds like sheer nagging but for her tears He builds a bridge of excuses but who cares? Maybe his 3 year old daughter who fears Her dad, her greetings often hits a wall of snub His wife asks 'why drown yourself in that pub?' 'When I have bought heaven and earth to make here a hub' 'I want the crumbs that fall from the table of your time' 'Is coming back home to your family now a crime? ' 'I bought your favourite, I spent my last dime' He laughs, and says: 'you can buy all the drinks in the mall' 'You can mount a giant screen that can cover the whole wall' 'You can cook the hottest Peppersoup, nkwobi and all' He looks at her, 'there is something missing in the list' 'It's a pity, you can't buy BEER PARLOUR GIST ' Imagine that! Her eyes gets clouded with mist The end
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Tears are leaves that fall From the tall tree of grief How can one give her all Yet be pushed off the cliff She was just a true lover But too perfect to a fault Pain is a cruel hangover Save your heart in a vault It's awesome to love with your heart It takes courage to be faithful & loyal In the face of lies, the this and that Your love for him was still royal When a Queen forgives her X After the pains & storms, don't ask Y To whom it may concern, no vex Love has defined you... no lie 1 Like
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The month of June is set aside for poetry and the Lyrical Pontiff is here again with the 3rd season of the 30 days of poetry and this time around, he promises to thrill you all with non stop organic poetry.
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Was Jesus a Black man? Yes, unequivocally and beyond a shadow of doubt, Jesus was a black man and there is much evidence to substantiate this. However, before I discuss this evidence, I would like to consider in some detail who Jesus was and to focus on the history of Christianity because Jesus' blackness will not be fully understood or accepted without this background. Who was Jesus? That is a very difficult question to answer, for Jesus was and still is many things to many people. To Christians he is a part of the Godhead, the Son of God, the Son of Man, the Prince of Peace, the Word made flesh, the messiah of Jewish expectations. Hence, through his trials, sufferings, temptations, death and resurrection, He provides for the remission of sins, redemption and life eternal for those who follow his teachings and accept him as their personal savior. To me, he is one of the world's 16 crucified saviors -- the last of them, I might add - whose lives fit an almost identical pattern from the time of Horus in 4100 B.C. (according to the most ancient beliefs, he was the first crucified savior) to the time of Judas Christas (Christ the anointed) in the pre-Christian era. In essence, the life that Jesus purportedly led, the activities in which he engaged, his teachings, his trials and sufferings and eventual death and resurrection, are identical to those of Horus and Osiris (two ancient Egyptian gods) and the other 14 crucified saviors. This point of view or revelation, though potentially shocking to the mass of believers, is nevertheless common knowledge to scholars. So Jesus and the belief system that he represents are thus a reappearance of one of the most beautiful ideas of the ancient black Africans of Ta-Merry - now called Egypt - which represented the eternal Father by the ever- coming Son, as in the Child Horus. This was the child of a mother who was the eternal virgin. The doctrines of the Incarnation, i.e., the word made flesh: the virgin birth, the resurrection, the Father-God who is identical to his own son and other doctrines (believed to be specifically Christian) were Egyptian long before there was even the concept of Adam and Eve, Judaism, Christianity and Islam. Do Christianity as a religion owe its origins in ancient Egypt? Yes. In addition to what I have just stated, in the Eschatology of the Egyptians is found a trinity and a unity, and the Egyptians believed in punishment as well as everlasting happiness. Not surprisingly, then, the doctrine of everlasting life and the belief in the resurrection of the "Spiritual Body" are, according to Dr. Albert Churchward(author of Signs and Symbols of Primordial Man, Origins of Freemasonry, The Origin And Evolution of Religion, The Origin And Evolution of The Human Race, etc.) "the brightest and most prominent features of the Egyptian religion, and this we find was their belief before the time of the first king of the first dynasty." The general teachings and cosmological world view of the Egyptians eventually filtered down and provided the foundation for later so-called 'Western Religions,' i.e., Judaism, Christianity and Islam. This point is thoroughly documented by the brilliant and prolific African scholar, Dr. Josef ben-Jochannan, in an epic work, African Origins of the Major Western Religions. These teachings were handed down to the Essenes (a mythical Jewish sect in pre-Christian times) who were responsible for the development of many of the teachings and concepts attributed to Jesus.
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Christianity as a religion had its origins in ancient Egypt? Geoghagen: Yes. In addition to what I have just stated, in the Eschatology of the Egyptians is found a trinity and a unity, and the Egyptians believed in punishment as well as everlasting happiness. Not surprisingly, then, the doctrine of everlasting life and the belief in the resurrection of the "Spiritual Body" are, according to Dr. Albert Churchward(author of Signs and Symbols of Primordial Man, Origins of Freemasonry, The Origin And Evolution of Religion, The Origin And Evolution of The Human Race, etc.) "the brightest and most prominent features of the Egyptian religion, and this we find was their belief before the time of the first king of the first dynasty." The general teachings and cosmological world view of the Egyptians eventually filtered down and provided the foundation for later so-called 'Western Religions,' i.e., Judaism, Christianity and Islam. This point is thoroughly documented by the brilliant and prolific African scholar, Dr. Josef ben-Jochannan, in an epic work, African Origins of the Major Western Religions. These teachings were handed down to the Essenes (a mythical Jewish sect in pre-Christian times) who were responsible for the development of many of the teachings and concepts attributed to Jesus. 1 Like 1 Share
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With the statue, u will understand that ancient Egyptians were all blacks and the present occupants are Arabs that conquered the land and chased and kill the original blacks. Just as ancient Jews too were black. 2 Likes |
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Chike and Jude were one To know one was to know the other Of different parents, yet twin brothers And growing up was huge fun University was a burden to carry For Jude, 'school isn't for the wise' But Chike the bookworm feels otherwise 'I'll aim for 1stclass, get a job then marry Chike read books to fan his fire Jude's academics was already a heap of ash Their long train of friendship will crash Vows derailed, love divided by barb wire The wheels of days spin their cycle Jude used his tongue to count his teeth Sucking Franklyns' face from yahoo's teat Now he makes the rounds in social circles Chike is good but the world knows better Even church rats creep into the store house Naira is the language of skirt and blouse As days spin their cycle, his eyes get wetter In a drunken world that applauds champagne bath Jude flower on the humus of the sick society The world is drunk and wealth is a deity Chike will understand when they cross paths 1 Like
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