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Politics / NUJ Award To Abia Speaker Bought With Stolen Money, A.B.G Alleges by olaitandrake89(m): 9:30pm On May 10, 2021
By Oyedeji Ahmed

A group under the auspices of Abia Renaissance Group has alleged that recent award given to Abia Speaker, Rt. Hon Chinedum Orji was bought with Abia stolen.

The group, in a statement obtained by Mouthpiece NGR on Monday said NUJ sold an award to Rt. Hon Chinedum Orji who paid millions of Abia stolen to NUJ using stolen money which the same NUJ is aware.



According to the statement, “Last week we were treated to another abrakadabra scene by a faction of the Nigeria Union of Journalist(NUJ) led by Mr Isiguzo.”

“When we thought we have seen the worst under the current leadership of NUJ, they only took our fears to the next level.”

“We are aware that last year the news of the EFCC investigation of Abia from 2007 to 2015 broke out in mainstream media like Thisday Newspaper, Vanguard Newspapers and Nation all reported this news which suggest that the media is aware how Chinedum Orji and family raped Abia dry which is still ongoing till date.”


“If the faction led by Mr Isiguzo has forgotten because of large brown envelop, let’s remind them that EFCC established that Chinedum Orji operated over 85 different accounts in 8 banks with a turnover of over N156b. (One hundred and fifty six billion Naira).”

“We are yet to reconcile how media friendly Chinedum Orji is if all the bloggers are either bought over to keep silence in face of the rape of Abia state or you are targeted and beaten to submission with thugs.”

The group said it has not forgotten the Sun Newspaper reporter from Akwuete in 2013 that was forced into the booth of a car at Lagos and ferried to Umuahia for a kangaroo trial over his report in fraud and corruption going on in Abia.

“We are also aware that one Don Norman Obinna who was an Editor with New Telegraph and served his father as media adviser was put at Afara prison for opening up on the rot going on in Abia State, this made him spend over four months at Afara prison.”


“A media friendly speaker’s achievement is his ability to buy or cage with his loot all the press including bloggers in Abia to keep quite while Abia rots away.”

ARG said NUJ used to be the conscience of the nation but its not surprised as the Isiuguzo faction has lost the legitimacy to lead the fourth estate of the realm.



The group listed below as representation of the curriculum Vitae of Rt. Chinedum Enyinnaya Orji, the one it described as “The demi god” of Abia from 2007 till date.



“The functions of any House of Assembly is well spelt out and Abia State is not different. “

“We have also witnessed the House of Assembly under the past sections. ie. 5th and 6th.”

“Today, we have a House whose only aspiration is to be in competition with the executive in all spheres.”

“The oversight function outside law making which normally should act as checks on the executive is gone to the wind as their focus is their own share of the loot.”

“Have you wondered why Abia board of internal revenue (BIR) has not been mentioned or summoned for poor performance nor the floor even in face of poor performance. (Settlement syndrome).”

“Today, it’s a statue symbol to own a house at Abuja even when they have not erected a block in Umuahia, this accounts for the under development of that city as they run outside the State to hide their loot with their immediate family.”

“Have you bothered why Aspoadec that receives average of 500m monthly being 13% derivations as oil producing State but cannot justify even 40m job execution for oil producing areas has not even been mentioned on the floor?”

“This agency has received over 50b since creation and has nothing to show to the people since creation.”

The group further alleged that the leadership of the House of Assembly are part of the Aspoadec as they are factored in the monthly sharing of funds meant for development of Abia.


“A House whose leadership is only focused on stealing and impoverishing Abians the more. Today all revenue generating agencies are making returns to the house of Assembly instead of the consolidated account of the State.”

“Have we ever heard that the House passed resolutions on these agencies or Parastatals that are being owed 28months arrears of salary for Arochukwu collage of 26 months for Abia poly.

The workers are Abians and deserve support from the “Sharing” house of assembly.”

“They are not interested since it is ” cover me and I cover you approach to governance. “

“A House that has not sat up-to 15% of the stipulated seating sessions in each parliamentary year. It is on record that Abia state House of Assembly as presently constituted has never discussed more than one agenda in any of their sitting days. A House whose only major agenda at each executive session is WELFARE of members.”

“A House that is yet to grasp the basic rudiments of parliamentary procedure almost 7yrs after.

A House that is only interested in extorting and blackmailing the executive at any point just to get their own part of the loot.”



“A House that is alleged to be collecting 210m monthly as overhead even now when they tell us that economy is bad as reason we are being paid half salary.”



“I call on Abians to bend down in prayers as we are doomed with this crop of leadership in the house that should be on the side of the people but decided to align with the excutive to continue in milking us dry.”

“Abia House of Assembly members has turned to an extension of local goverment workers since they only reconvene to collect those payment that are paid cash and return again when another payment date approaches.”

“The same speaker who is been alleged early last year to have fraudulently looted 156B by EFCC which went viral cannot be seen to be friend of the media unless there are things we don’t know.”

“A man whose stock in trade is buying loyalty of young Abians with the looted money cannot be receiving award from NUJ as this does not represent the true foundation of NUJ we have known for years.”

“A man who does not even know how much an air ticket cost since 1999 as Abia State has been carrying the cost with entire family and today is regarded as the modern god of Abia state will buttress how much Abia state has lost hence they can’t pay salaries.”

“We thought we have seen it all until schools were advised against going on excursion to the House as majority of the members cannot communicate in English language effectively.”

“This is not the best Abia can offer. God will help us from this current leadership both at the legislature and the executive,” the statement read.

Politics / Abia State Is Financially Insolvent— Reawakening Group Cries Out by olaitandrake89(m): 9:35pm On Apr 30, 2021
Abia State is financially insolvent— Reawakening Group cries out

By Oyedeji Ahmed

group under the auspices of Abia Reawakening Group is concerned over Abia state’s rising debt under the watch of Governor Okezie Ikpeazu.

The group, in a statement on Friday, explained how the state was thrown into a huge financial mess after the March 27th Aba North and South Federal Constituency election.


It said the State borrowed hugely to finance the election which the Governor used to create a false impression of acceptance of PDP led State government.

According to the group, the salaries of civil servants were cut ranging from 20.000 to 5 .000 depending on the level or grade of civil servants.

The labour union (NLC) moved swiftly to find out reason for the arbitrary reduction of the salaries of civil servants. While the Accountant general of the State was in denial of the reduction, the Hon Commissioner for Finance Dr Aham Ukoh attributed it to an IT related challenge promising to correct these reductions in the April salary.

However, we are worried as the excuse or reason from the govt may just be to divert attention as many Statutory payments for last month are still outstanding till date.

The statement further said: The Abia State house of assembly though got their over head allowance around 19th of April which is almost one month after the FAAC meeting, a member of the house also confirmed that their salary was cut with 100.000 which the Commissioner of Finance is yet to give good reason for the reduction.

“This also include all the payments to the Parastatals in Abia which are being owed an average of 24 months. These include Abia Poly 26 months.Absu 10months. HMB 19 months. ABSUTH 25 months Arochukwu Technical 28 mnoths, etc.

The (NUT) teachers called off their 4 months old strike with a promise from the State government that all their outstanding arrears of 13 months for Senior Secondary,12 months for Junior Secondary and 6months months for primary school will be fully addressed.

Unfortunately, these teachers that called of their strike beacuse of the way the Governor pleaded have been left without any salary even as at today.

The only unit that have seen some respite lately not minding the 27 months arrears is the the State pension.Unfortunately, they are yet to get their monthly pension for last month This has caused serious tension amongs these old pensioners.

The group said its aware that Abia State got about N3.1b from FAAC for the month of March and 3.6b for April according to CBN report. The big question is where are Abia allocations?


This enquiry also include the local government allocation as these workers were paid half salary for last month with no hope of a better future.



“We warned our Politicans that were selling their properties to context the last local government election to be careful as they were going to meet carcass on being sworn in.”

“Last week most councillors were seen wearing long faces as their money were also reduced just to accommodate the greed of their paymasters that have an agreed amount that must be returned from the JAAC account monthly.”

It is being alleged that the State took huge loans from their bankers and the impact of the repayments are eating very deep into what we have as an allocation.

These loans, according to the group were for the various reasons and resurfacing of some of the roads within Aba, as expected the contractors have all abandoned sites even before the rains started since the State has gone broke.

“We are in a big mess”, the statement read.

Literature / Hearty Birthday Wishes To Dr. Peter Oyewale by olaitandrake89(m): 12:52am On Apr 24, 2021
Hearty Birthday Wishes To A Great Man.

By Minkail Olaitan

Occasionally I used to wonder what would happen to human beings if there is nothing to drag them back via the passage of age or call their attention to the myriad of grace, blessings and mercy of God which has set them apart from others who have met their fateful moment. If not for the existence of a birthday anniversary, some of us would have become a stark ingrate — we would walk the earth as though it's an absolute birthright, we'd not feel concerned when a human-like us fall by our side like a rotten or ripped fruit.

Likewise, I have discovered this too along the momentum of my growth that, it is not only the celebrant that rides aback to evaluate his life in such a peculiar moment; parents, brothers, sisters, friends and everybody that have any form of a good relationship with them too, ruminate and measure the cost of celebrant's life over the years.

I, seeing you for the first time, you welcome me wholeheartedly, you impacted me with pep talk — setting me ablaze for the journey I was about to start as a student — that's when I joined the league of people who are ready to count the cost of your days.

Knowing you continue. The day I heard your nickname slipped the mouth of a senior, he said “Dr correct” is always correct and impactful, yet lively to be with — a man with an insatiable hunger towards greatness.... He found pleasure in chiseling out best from people.

I listened as he kept saying it till I was lost in visual of your ability — from the day I hope to know you more as I learn new things about you.

It's therefore, a great news when I heard that you are going to take us a course... Perfectly enough, the first day I found myself in your class, it was a complete day because of your indescribable and outstanding way of breaking things into smithereens for the students' consumption. I see a great teacher, an outstanding man with a high faculty of reasoning.

Because of this, all your students are indebted to you, including me.

So, Here's my lovely wishes: may your day be prolonged and preserved, may your joy know no end, may your increase wonderfully in all your dealings... May this beautiful day leave an everlasting mark of grace and breakthrough in you.

Happy birthday, Sir, Dr Peter Oyewale.

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Nairaland / General / The Testament Of A Great Mind As He Adds Another Year by olaitandrake89(m): 11:41pm On Feb 27, 2021
By Minkail Olaitan

Occasionally I used to wonder what would happen to human beings if there is nothing to drag them back via the passage of age or call their attention to the myriad of grace, blessings and mercy of God which has set them apart from others who have met their fateful moment. If not for the existence of a birthday anniversary, some of us would have become a stark ingrate — we would walk the earth as though it's an absolute birthright, we'd not feel concerned when a human like us fall by our side like rotten or ripped fruit.

Likewise, I have discovered this too along with my growth that, it is not only the celebrant that ride aback to evaluate his life in such a peculiar moment; parents, brothers, sisters, friends and everybody that have any form of a good relationship with them too, ruminate and measure the cost of celebrant's life over the years.

The story of I with you start with mysteriously, but owing to your words which constantly infer in every of your discussion that you like raising soldiers of responsible and vibrant kids who have no available platform to act their ingenuity for people to see. This act which I have seen unfolding like drama at my sight many times... It's afterwards that I realized how common it is to you.

Pardon my sound, unforgettable mind, because I want to remind you of a day you tell me a story of a priest in France namely Jon Bosco — you narrate the Bosco story to me, and before you finished it, I found every on my wound healing. Beyond this, I caught up with the real picture of my dream: rescuing poverty-stricken, downtrodden and poor children from the cesspool of life... Just like Don Bosco, A legend who I hope I met, but lovely enough, I have got a Bosco around, and that's you.

Furthermore, you are a disciplinary, a seeming vagabond whose lesson is hard to key into, yet precious lessons which could anchor life to a better state in the future. I have got many of your sentences hung on my heart and head, I have chosen some of them as my rudder, ladder and bridge whenever life appears too bad to live in. You once told me “Life is not fair, we should create our own fairness”

What a man you are! A who makes his house a dumping ground for youths and young ones that are ready to go deeper and wider in life. Your wide palm full of benevolence and soothing balm is a magnet that draws and give hope to drowning souls.

May I not run too far out of the main course, meanwhile you should know that these are the little about you, there are many more to be said. There are steps you've taken because of this little boy and others under your tutelage... I just find this little hole to be filled with some paragraphs of your beautiful testament.

Therefore, Happy glorious Birthday, Mr Akinola Joseph Tunde. May this new year bring soothing answers to all your heart cries, May your day be numbered with the goodness and blessings of God... No evil will befall your household.

Crime / My Life Is In Danger’— Former Abia Attorney General, Umeh Kalu Cries Out by olaitandrake89(m): 9:16am On Jan 15, 2021
Oyedeji Ahmed 14 January 2021

The former Abia attorney general, Umeh Kalu (SAN) has cried out to the public and police over the increasing threat to his life by Mr. Chinedum Orji who is the current speaker of Abia state house of Assembly, Umuahia.

In a letter to the Inspector General of Police, in which a copy was made available to Mouthpiece NGR on Thursday, Kalu accused the speaker of making life unbearable for him when he served under the governorship tenure of senator Theodore Ahmeful Orji.

According to him, for a substantial part of his service period with Senator T.A Orji, his son Mr. Chinedum Orji made life unbearable for those who served in his father’s government, through his various acts of meddlesomeness and unnecessary intervention in the affairs of government.


Chinedum Orji
In what seems to be a sustained threat, Kalu raised alarm again that recent events have shown that he is still arms away from Mr. Chinedum Orji, as he remains unrelenting in unleashing his threats on me.

He said the immediate facts leading to this outcry emanated from an evening phone call that he received on Friday, the 7th day of February 2020, from one Mr. Greyne Anosike of Umuariam , Obowo in Imo State, informing me of an impending publication on the desk of one of his friends at Thisday Newspapers.

According to him, Mr.Anosike told him that his said friend at thisday Newspapers had contacted him to reach out to anybody that could link him to the family of Senator T.A Orji, for the purpose of “killing ” the publication of the story bothering on the EFCC investigations into the alleged fraudulent activities of the Senator T.A Orji’s family members over Abia state funds.”

It reads: “Re: THREAT TO MY LIFE BY

RT.HON.CHINEDUM ENYINNAYA ORJI,SPEAKER ABIA STATE HOUSE OF ASSEMBLY.”

“I write to bring to your notice, the sustained threat to my life by Mr.Chinedum Orji who is the current speaker of Abia state house of Assembly, Umuahia. The said Chinedum Orji has residence in both Umuahia Abia state and Abuja, the federal capital territory.”

“I am an indigen of Ohafia, Abia state and a legal practitioner with over thirty-three (33) years practice experience. I have attained the status of Senior Advocate of Nigeria in my profession. I am equally a life Member of the body of Benchers, which is the highest decision making body in the legal profession in Nigeria. I was in the public service of Abia State as Attorney General and commissioner for Justice for the period July 2009 through May 28, 2019.”

“I served as Attorney General and commissioner for Justice under the Governorship tenure of Senator Theodore Ahamefula Orji ,who is the father of Rt.Hon.Chinedum Orji, within the period 2009-2015. For a substantial part of my service period with Senator T.A Orji, his son Mr. Chinedum Orji made life unbearable for those of us who served in his father’s government, through his various acts of meddlesomeness and unnecessary intervention in the affairs of government.”

“Through dint of hard work, perseverance, commitment to service and above all Gods grace, I was able to survive all his harassment and threats up to the eclipse/cessation of his father’s tenure as Governor in May 2015.”



“My hope of a reprieve from Mr Chinedum Orji’s emotional trauma on my person was dashed on my being reappointed by Dr.Okezie Ikpeazu, the incumbent Governor of Abia State, in June 2015, as Attorney General and Commissioner for Justice.”

“By the time of my reappointment, Mr.Chinedum Orji had become a member of the Abia State House of Assembly and indeed the Majority Leader of the House of Assembly, a position from which he deployed the instruments and machinery of the House of Assembly to haunt, taunt and ridicule me at will.”

“It may not be necessary to give details of my sordid experience at the hands of this young man,and even those of others who served in the Government of Abia state within my service period, as such details may not be relevant to the facts of this petition.”

“I left the service of the Abia state government at the end of Dr.Okezie Ikpeazu’s first term in office in May 2019 into private legal practice in in Abuja. I had great expectations and relief at my exit from the service of the Abia State Government, as I thought respite had come my way from the nightmares and booby traps set on my path by Mr.Chinedum Orji, which I had to navigate daily in the course of my service in the Abia state Government.”

“Regrettably, recent events have shown that I am still arms away from Mr. Chinedum Orji, as he remains unrelenting in unleashing his threats on me.”

“The immediate facts leading to this outcry emanated from an evening phone call that i received on Friday, the 7th day of February 2020, from one Mr. Greyne Anosike of Umuariam ,Obowo in Imo State, informing me of an impending publication on the desk of one of his friends at Thisday Newspapers. Mr.Anosike told me that his said friend at thisday Newspapers had contacted him to reach out to anybody that could link him to the family of Senator T.A Orji ,for the purpose of “killing ” the publication of the story bothering on the EFCC investigations into the alleged fraudulent activities of the Senator T.A Orji’s family members over Abia state funds.”

“Mr.Anosike Greyne who was my school mate at the Imo State University, sought my assistance towards reaching the Orji’s for the purpose of “killing ” the publication. I told Mr. Anosike Greyne in clear and unmistakable terms that I was not going to get involved in such matters and advised him to seek other channels. His further attempts at persuading me to link him to another person that may connect him to the Orji’s was rebuffed, necessitating my switching off my phone.”



“I got a call the following day being Saturday, the 8th day of February 2020 ,from a cousin of mine- Chief Charles Nkata – requesting that I meet him at his Utako, Abuja office for an urgent and important discussion. When I was not forthcoming as expected, Chief Charles Nkata called me again and told me that the purpose of his invitation to me was to discuss the facts of a phone discussion he had with Mr.Chinedum Orji a few hours earlier.

He told me that Mr. Chinedum orji had called him, accusing me of deploying my media friends, including one Greyne Anosike to set up ,defame and libel his family members.”

“Chief Charles Nkata told me that Mr. Chinedum Orji warned him of an impending showdown between myself and members of his family, in the event of the publication of any news item relating to his family and EFCC investigation. He further told me that Mr. Chinedum Orji amongst other things said there will be bloodshed, despite the general belief that his Ibeku tribe people will not ordinarily shed the blood of an Ohafia man.”

“I was taken aback by this turn of events and gave chief Charles Nkata an on -the- spot narration of my brief exchange with Mr.Anosike on the matter and,equally forwarded Mr. Anosike’s number to him should he desire to reconfirm what I had told him.”

“I subsequently called Mr. Anosike after speaking with chief Charles Nkata to discuss how I had suddenly become the publisher of the news story he informed me he was on his friends desk at Thisday Newspapers, when he was seeking my assistance to make contact with the orji’s.”

“I need not bother you here with my altercation with Mr. Anosike over his desperation to reach the Orji’s but I certainly suspect that Mr Anosike after probably on getting in touch with the Orji’s, informed them of my rejection to link him to them.”

“As predicted by Mr. Anosike Greyne, the publication on EFCC ‘s investigation of the alleged fraudulent activities over Abia state funds by Senator T.A Orji and his Son’s was headline story in major Newspapers in the country the next day being Sunday, the 9th day of February 2020.”

“My first reaction on seeing these publications which I no had prior knowledge about, apart from the information given to me by Mr Anosike was to inform my close family members, relations and friends of the threat to my person by Mr.chinedum Orji, as earlier stated in this petition.”



“I had at that moment and following the covid-19 scourge and its attendant restrictions on movements of persons restrained myself from further actions on the threat to my person by Mr Chinedum Orji. I am buoyed by the relaxation of the restrictions on movements and recent information available to me present this petition for your investigation and intervention.”

“My attention has recently been drawn to trending video clips, which have gone viral on the social media, showing young men threatening to decapitate, maim or kill any person suspected to be behind the ongoing EFCC investigation of the Orji’s or propagating same. I have equally been receiving unidentified threat phone calls at odd hours of the day, including text messages.”

“It is in the light of the foregoing, that I present this petition to your office, seeking a thorough investigation of the facts contained above ,for the purposes of protecting my life and the lives of immediate members of my family.”

“I will on request make available to your officers and men the relevant contact, information of all the deamatis personnae mentioned in this petition, in aid of your investigation of this petition.”

“It might be important to mention, that I presently live in fear and cannot move about freely in Abuja or any part of the country, including my home state Abia, due to the threat on my life as aforestated.”

Thanking you in anticipation of your prompt action, while assuring you of my warmest regards.

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Nairaland / General / Oja-oba Baptist Church. by olaitandrake89(m): 4:13pm On Nov 15, 2020
GIVE JESUS: EXPERIENCE HARVEST.

He said it, and that's the first things he said when he climbed the pulpit. Yet, it is provocative and loaded with contradiction - very analytic. He dangled in-between human thinking and God's mystery.

“I want to believe we all understand how vast our God is — that he's omnipotent, omniscience, all in all, and self-sufficient. But, despite him being the greatest and the owner of everything... It's absurd to see & hear God is demanding things from a human. Isn't it?”

He continued.

“Must we give unto God before he could release to us what we are praying for...? Like trade by barter.

When the multitudes asked him(Jesus) to speak unto them the word of God, he stood by the lake of Gennesaret, near the tired and seriously sad fishermen who had walked all through the night and catch nothing.

Jesus as the only son of self-sufficient God walked up to these aggrieved fishermen, and asked them to borrow their ship, they did. He pressed further by prayed them to thrust a little from the land to the sea. “What a frustrating Man!!” Peter might have mumbled. Yet, he did.

Peter that moment might have murmured to himself” what is my own with your ministry, or my ship looks like a pulpit or synagogue.” He might even have said in his mind be quick Mr Man, I am tired already or else you thrust it back to land by yourself.” Like me and you.

This is a good story that explains how God stoop himself so low, neglecting the fact that he has everything, just to teach of us how to let go of what belongs to us in a tough time. Then gives unto us multiple folds of it.

After Peter had let go of his belongings, This man — Jesus asked him to throw his net into the deep. Humanly, or maybe professionally Jesus saying that went overboard — because fish can only come out to the top of the water in the night and not in the day.

The man explained to Jesus the novice, perhaps he even went deeper by telling him the number of years he has been doing the work. Jesus insisted and Peter accepted, perhaps because he was tired or because he's not fond of argument, unlike me.

In essence, he gave up his trust too. And surprisingly, abundantly, greatly he was rewarded with a great catch.

Earnestly, the reason why some people remain stagnant every aspect of their life is that they lack giving heart. They don't give, when they are hurt or down, then everything is down. Even in the church, some prefer buying unnecessary things than helping others.

Funny enough, the act of giving material things is one of the universal law. “Give and it shall be given unto you” certainly it shall, it doesn't have anything to do with your religion or where you come from. It's universal!

Unlike in the spirit, unlike when you offer your life to Christ, just like Peter after the great catch... Afterwards, you will become the custodian of what others that give only material things do not have.”

_Rev Steve Ajayi.

Oja-Oba Baptist Church Teenagers
Ogbomosho.
Media Team.

Religion / Happy Birthday by olaitandrake89(m): 1:01pm On Nov 10, 2020
CELEBRATING 5TH DECADES OF AN IMPACTFUL JOURNEY.

Life, the way the highest God designed it, is like a rolling boat on a sea with a myriad of occurrences - turbulence and peaceful moment; jolly time and battle moment. Succinctly, life is an event of diverse varieties in time.

This, however, makes it clear that life is running in time. Technically, time is the fuel that runs human existence; biological, even human heartbeats run according to its life-span. Even in the world of stark reality, human purpose can only be fulfilled in the time of human existence and not in the underworld where there is no hope of Time factoring life.

No wonder, A renowned pastor, mind builder, writer, Myles Munroe, of blessed memory said, "your purpose can only be fulfilled only during the time you are given on earth to accomplish it."

occasionally I used to wonder what would happen to human beings if there is nothing to drag them back via the passage of age or call their attention to the myriad of grace, blessings and mercy of God which has set them apart from others who have met their fateful moment. If not for the existence of birthday anniversary, some of us would have become a stark ingrate.

Likewise, I have discovered this too along with my growth, that it is not only the celebrant that ride aback to evaluate his life in such a peculiar moment; parents, brothers, sisters, friends and everybody that have any form of a good relationship with them too, ruminate and measure the cost of celebrant life over the years.

This, therefore nudge and hands me the courage to stroll over some peculiar moment which I saw with my two eyes. Though it's up to a decade, perhaps over or nearly, and down this years compare to the present, I was an inexperienced, little, cranky, hardhead, innocent boy. But, today bring to my head the big picture of the day you are ordained as Oja-Oba Baptist church Pastor.

I could hear it audibly on my head, all the identical speculation about the mantle being given unto you," he's too young to shoulder this huge responsibility!" Even I heard my grandpa said to some of his colleagues "He's the youngest among others, may God help me and lead him through".

That's the beginning of your story that I know, it started from the ordination and till this present moment. But the bridge of story in between the past beginning and present days worth accessing. Because memory is what makes birthday lively and crucial things.

Am sorry for being upfront, or perhaps I better be called a word-intruder who dwell on others story without their consent. Even though doing this brings no regret to me, rather it notifies my existence. Without mollycoddling words, Sir, you have been a great man of God. How do I know?

This could be seen on how accurately you have been taken your steps, how humble you're in dealing with people - that's how graced men of God are separated from the multitudes - you are a great epitome of astonishing mental formation, which goes a long way to counter the initial proposal of being too young.

In a bit, I remembered some years gone when I and my friends used to run away from church services, who knows what had given birth to this, but definitely, it's called ignorance. Whenever or wherever Rev Fatunbi, the celebrant catches sight of us aside in the church under the sermon, he would order some people or himself come over to Lead us into the church and sometimes he yells aloud to push us aright - he is an erudite compass of intellectual disciplines.

Beyond these, he made himself available for everybody, he's a man full of understanding. He knows how essential human beings are respectful their nature could be or demand. He a son to all age mothers in the church - which makes him a drizzle dew of comfort for the hapless.

You are no doubt one of the living testimony of 'not too young to lead' and a Midas of the golden touch. More than these you've done through Jesus Christ who fortified, Grace, bless and raise you. May the anointing keeps running like the Nile of the endless tide, and grace over you like a radiant sun with no deeming tendency.

It's your day, your birthday - enjoy it to the fullest, Rev. Dr John Idowu Fatunbi.

OJA-OBA BAPTIST CHURCH, IJERU,
OGBOMOSO.
Minkail - Olaitan

Literature / At Opadoyin Lodge: A Life Conversation by olaitandrake89(m): 1:28pm On Oct 30, 2020
She entered.

This lady that became my friend recently, though older than I am. But, yet she is an embodiment of humility.

I was on a long, low upholstery chair watching a movie on my phone while others glued their eyes on a woman, a newscaster speaking from the television screen.

She tapped me, we shared very brief pleasantries and I returned to my movie(Designated Survivor). I was deeply engrossed in the haze of this movies' suspense.

Few minutes of silence slipped over, she Pierced the encroached silence "Professor" she tapped me on my legs. "I am not a professor" I shrugged. She laughed, "you are now...pls let's discuss life"

"Ah! Life" I paused my video. "I know only a little about life, and besides I am still a young boy with little experience and....." She snapped it from my mouth and said "just tell me what you know"

"Hmm, okay." I pouted my mouth and quickly garnered my head and heart in one poise. "The only thing I know about life is that at the end of everything it comes out to be a full nothingness"

"Huh! Did I just hear you say nothingness?" She poked her body closer.

"Yes, nothing" I answered. "Explain please" she pleaded.

"Take a look at these two things, Imagine you are the president of America, I mean This nation, it's believed that you have everything, that you are at the highest pedestal of this nation. But imagine you die now, do you still have everything you have accumulated?"

She heaved an emphatic sigh, then answered: "No, only nothingness is assured".

"Good, take a look at this too, Imagine you are the poorest in this same nation, you are always in need of everything. Life comes to you wearing a disgusting look. Then imagine you die in this same condition, please what do you have at the end of the day?"

Another sigh before she answered "Stark nothingness"

"Yes that's life to me, a mere chaff blown up by a strange wind"

"Accepted," she remarked, "but life is more unless a battlefield, do you believe that?"

"Yes, I do. And believe me, nobody should present excuses for any of their loss, because we are all empowered to win...we are all given all that is required to become toppers"

Having heard me say that, she was timid and said: "What you're saying now is that we are all supposed to be a bunch of winners?"

"Yes...God does not create junk!" I replied.

"Professor, but what about those that are the problem to the world? And what can we say on behalf of those that waited on God's promises and did not see it till they fell?"

"Ah!" I heaved a sigh, those kinds that one used to heave while overwhelmed by confusion.

"Well, concerning those that at the end of the day become vagabond and threat to their community, they are weak and a disgrace to humanity. Ok look deep into this sister, how good, humane and great it is to feast on your fellow human being because you crave to be great? Imagine how cool it is. They are certainly not psychologically okay!"

I continued.

"They give in too fast! It's disheartening."

"What about the second group of people?"

"Oh! You see that category of people needs more counselling, a continuous kind. Because if care is not taken they won't believe in God again, instead to seek out what dragged down the promises. Okay, I don't know if you have heard of this but, I have heard this on several occasions that a prophet discloses a prophecy and it does not come to pass"

"The prophecy not coming to pass does not mean God does not speak. What we human beings should take note of sometimes is the power of the environment. Sometimes the circle we found ourselves is the factor that prevents the promises from being able to come to pass. Imagine a prophet tells me that one day I will become the richest man on Earth, and the following year due to the environment I found myself. So I start drinking liquor, smoking cigarettes, shirking my responsibilities, insulting those who can help me. And at the end of the day... I became a drug addict and the promise comes out to be a bunch of crap. Please does that make God a liar?"

"No" she answered.

"That's it, my sister. We are missing many things"

"Thanks, prof, God will help us"

We stitched together our discussion, I returned to my video while she went to her house.


OGBOMOSO.
Minkail Olaitan[/b].
[b]Edited by Chief Mrs Oluwakemi Alao- Akala

Literature / The Mirror by olaitandrake89(m): 9:59am On Oct 07, 2020
By Minkail Olaitan.

What a mirror, a glassy thing that's capable of duplicating any creature that stands before it means to me is quite a different thing.. Succinctly, like some can not afford to step out of their house without primping before this glassy god to ascertain their adornment. They would run their fingers, chasing after the defects on their faces and the numbers of pimples noted are equivalent to the level of their troubling despair.

At some end, some would stand wearily before it and cry profusely, looking at their tearful and swelling countenances, feeling the agony of the men in front of them. The horrible scenario would have ridden on them at such a moment. To them is comfort them.

I don't have a foot in any of these shoes, in fact, I barely stand before a mirror to inspect my cuteness and no sadness has dragged my feet to it. Though It's true that I bear a sullied heart..., yet I have got no reason to find my bastion of comfort before a glassy object.

Whilst this doesn't mean I don't stand before a mirror or have nothing to do with it. Not quite many time I have found myself in front of a mirror; I have tried it many times to primp and savour my beauty before it, but only an ugly face boy with bushy hair was always what I normally saw.

Likewise, when I am hooked in the fangs of sorrow, I have run to see myself in this mirror, it's always disheartening that a boy who always appeared to me was making jest of me. He would stare disgustingly back at me and laugh hysterically. This glassy god must have conspired against me!

At times, I would voluntarily drag myself, as a culprit pushed roughly to Golgotha where his life would be stolen away from him. And stood angrily before it, the loads of air which escaped from the window panes to pat my back is the only fan of this truth.

The boy in the mirror would scuff, squint his eyes and wrinkles will dabble across his brow. He's like that every time, wearing my face but a burning countenance smouldering over his own. Sometimes, he would yell at me, and his voice will cut through my veins like a dagger.

That moment, a myriad of memories would take the rule of my head, reminding me of several stories of how I had played on girls heart, just for my pleasure, while I knew very well that I am not a boy with heart, but a mind. I had successfully plunged their heart on love, and they could not shrug it off again.

They could not even realise the lots of deft moves hidden in the love being shown unto them. They are lost in the haze of this charm called 'love'.

Before one memory faded away, another would come up like a program already put on a reminder on Dstv. The figure in the mirror would scuff again, sometimes simultaneously. My sense will run over my childhood days when I was the rat that used to steal meats and fishes that gently slept inside a pot of stew.

Like a trance, I would be transferred back to days in schools when hitting others was a normal way of life. I would hurt them, while before they raised their hands to retaliate, I would have melted their anger with a mouthful of 'sorry'. Such a vagabond lives therein my body.

Thereafter, it would bring to my heart how smart I was those days when I used to pilfer grandpa's pockets. And other horrible things that yet unfolded to me. Maybe sooner I will have myself stand before this glassy god again to review my way of living and to see if anger brewing in the figure has melted away as a butter opened to a blazing sun.

This moment which looked like forever would go and drop a phrase on the soil of my mind, which I continuously whispered like a heart prayer, "could this be how judgement would be passed in heaven", no! I would snap back "it better not"

Therefore, it has been a grace, undeserving love from the highest God that I am still alive to this moment. And it's clear to me that, if we are to die by expenses of our sins, nobody would be the only inhabitants of the earth. Again, God is lovely and merciful.

Happy Birthday to Me.

Edited by: Chief Mrs Oluwakemi Alao-Akala.

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Politics / Mother Nigeria. by olaitandrake89(m): 9:01am On Oct 01, 2020
Mother Nigeria

By Minkail Olaitan.

Like before, day puncture the encroached darkness
Ripping night furiously to set itself free-
It twitches every man to arise from emphatic slumber
Giving them a notice they'd casted out
Of their remembrance

'Hoping strength is no more'
They tell it to the face of the dawn
Their voices piercing ears like several rumbles
of thunders
They've set themselves free from the trance

Only the young heads are still drowning,
Intensely in the quicksand of their ignorance
For repeatedly, they have scream;
Proclaiming their satisfaction in the nation
That's choking them out of their senses

Where lies your swift leg mother?
The one we shall stop remember soon
Like the existence of a pathless being.
We are pained, disappointed and sullied
As you keep dragging us aback

We are done crowning dry head;
Admiring faded beauty,
And smelling empty and fainted fragrance
We are done hailing your past achievements
The ones that winds have stolen away

We have told our children,
To erase from their mind your existence
We know they won't forgive us
Of prodding their heads with
Wishful dreams, the ones we knew had gone.

Farewell, farewell, and farewell!
See as we wave our toiled hands
At wicked mother, whose pleasure
Is laced on irrigating plants with our blood,
She's more deadly than the 19s pointed-nose intruders

This day, green and white confetti
Used to float amid a busy sky
And dancing feet stepping gracefully on it
As they held the hem of their clothes.

Today, we shall let loose our tears
Drop it like torrential rain,
It shall become a fierce flood,
And our blood we'll use to write
Litany on every wall:

In agony, we'll call on God
And tell 400 gods
That 'our mother have forsaken us'
And left us in the clasps of
Modern slavery spearheads by her sons and daughter!

Photo Credit: Dave Adullam.

Politics / Political Et Politico by olaitandrake89(m): 12:27am On Oct 01, 2020
Political et Politico

Politics they say is a dirty game but the closer you look, the clearer the true picture of politics becomes.
Politics is a game of survival, a game meant to serve the people. In politics, individuals sell their ideas to the masses and persuade them into subscribing/buying to it which in turn brings votes to the politicians the masses affirm; this all levels down to politics being about total service.
Chairman Mao Tse Tung (Erstwhile President of the people's Republic of China) said and I quote 'politics is war without bloodshed" this, therefore, implies politics is all about struggle, an inevitable struggle.
Politicians sometimes
patronize the Machiavellian principle which says "the end justifies the means" win first and then one can manipulate whichever way with the power in one's custody.
However, as citizens, we need to understand that these politicians are there to serve us the way we want them to.
Our country for example, once we know that someone is vying for a Political position, all that comes to our mind is how to extort money/resources from him and not how efficient the occupant will function politically responding to his or her duty of repairing our death trap roads, or how he will revive our long lost and collapsed education sector. All of this eludes us! In this sorry state, our politicians become looters who mindlessly loot our treasury desert-dry because we lured not only the attitude but propelled them to do it more enthusiastically.
Listen up! Until we stop begging them for money (peanuts) and start tasking them on what they should do for the community that will bring development to the community, this country can never come out of the claws of corruption.
The bitter truth is we breed these politicians to be who they are today. Our unending quest for money to feed our stomach instantaneously and not what will prosper us has landed us here. And basically, they also ventured into their looting adventure because that is what we made known to them. We gave that impression to them from day one when they began their campaign and we collected those #500notes from them. That money only presents that our problems are just worth #500. Assuming we collectively reject the money, give it back and chastise them, then maybe they'll begin to realise our
problems are worth more than #500, this pushes them to act right when they eventually get to the position. But the moment we become obsessed and collect that money we give them two (2) profound impression about us
1). That we worth just #500
2). We become indebted to him/her because (s)he must get that money back from us in the form of investment upon attaining the position. Remember nobody wants to have a business and lose... That is business ideology.
We also need to correct the notion that (s)he is rich and that is why he can contest, that notion is very wrong! Frankly speaking, if you have nothing but great ideas then gather people of like minds together, sell your ideas to them and from there, your idea will begin to materialize and you can begin from there,
get a man of integrity that will help you pick that form whilst proceed to contest and win, and above all serve the people.
In conclusion, we must understand that politicians are called to serve and not we (electorate) to serve them so the faster we make them realise this, the better for us and the safer our country become.
Political et politico, it is very important for us to know that politics is a game for all and not for few because politics govern us and our choice today is what our children will gain from tomorrow.
It is time for us to hear the "call" to participate and hearken to the voice of the dead saying; it is time to make the politicians realise they are to serve and we have made mistakes in the past indeed but we have now realised our
mistakes and have made promises which you are bound to fulfil because you are to help us build a better and stronger Nigeria!
The foundation that was weak has been demolished and we are now building a better and stronger foundation. It is not too late to make our wrongs right.


As we celebrate our independence today let begin a new dawn of political experience in our country... Enough of us scamming ourselves... Let us all make Nigeria �� great again... This country political system can be great.. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY ONCE AGAIN.

From the table of,
Adewuyi Ayokanmi T
HEADY

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Literature / Happy Birthday Papa: How Is Nigeria? by olaitandrake89(m): 12:07am On Oct 01, 2020
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA: HOW IS NIGERIA?

Who is more special than our parents? And what day could be more important than their birthday? There is no need to think length to realise how great their existence is to our world.

Today is genuinely a wonderful day, a remarkable in my family, and Nigeria at large. Don't be lost in the haze of surprise when I tell you, this nation is my father's twin. Don't bicker when I tell my father's birth ascertained Nigeria freedom.� they are perhaps a Twins.

Sometimes, I would ask my father "how is your friend, Nigeria?" And he would grudgingly answer "He's living under her feet, tormenting her people" that's usually the moment how different things could be. My father was born when Nigeria freedom was earned.

But, my father maintained his great tide from the beginning till now. He is a superman! The shoulder upon which my family exist, the bastion where our abode is guaranteed. A man disciplinary whose winking to us, his children is a scroll of guidelines.

Unlike Nigeria his mate, whose wide heart entertain bad omens, like a bad mattress whose stomach is a dome for millions of bugs. My father is different! He's the best, he expensive, more than any treasure.

Therefore, this is your day Papa, my role model, could you please assure me of your infinite enjoyment. Could you please enjoy your day to the fullest papa, and tell us story of your journey with Madam Nigeria.

Your daughter wishes you well papa, Mr Olufemi Fatoki.

Fatoki Grace Kemi.

Literature / How They Raise Their Land. by olaitandrake89(m): 4:33pm On Sep 30, 2020
And they met.

In one of the renowned countries abroad.

These two political Titans.

That left the shore of their country on a trip to gain influence around the world; they were watering their ambitions of becoming the President of their country.

Each of them was a leader in their different political parties. They were opposed to each other.

Though, they were both born and hailed in the same state.

So, when they saw each other.

They giggled from afar, and as they walked close, they embraced and warmly shared greetings.

One wore Babariga and the other, A suit.

They took themselves to a restaurant, a well-known restaurant for only Noble, rich and famous men.

When they got to the place, it was indeed a place for outstanding people - it was excellently garnished, everything in this place was cool, superb and carefully placed.

All the workers were outstanding, cute, diligent and best in what they do. They'd welcome customers with huge respect, and the smile tightly wear on their faces was forever.

"No wonder this place is highly rated" A political guru, the one in Babariga noted.

"I see, our people need to learn a lot from a place like this, we truly need to package whatever we are into"

A male worker who was gracefully chimed directed them to a set of chairs; they sat first, and their security after them.

"My brother, I am happy to meet you here"

"Oh, all pleasure is mine. But don't be too courteous" he answered.

They had a short laugh moment. Meanwhile, the man in the suit had been a lively man from the onset.

"Have been trying to discuss something with you, these things have been roaming my mind since not less than six months. But, I couldn't help it...." Said the man in babariga.

"What! Six months! You should have called on me "

"Huh! You still don't understand. Don't forget we are leaders in each of our circle. the election is near. Can't you see what I'm seeing"

"Yeah, yeah, truly, out meeting may cause a ruckus. You've got a good idea. You are truly a gem in this game"

" well, thanks, what I want to discuss with you, has nothing to do with party interest. So, could you please pull of political mind and let's discuss the development of our land"

"Our land?" He asked.

"Yes, let's build our state, let's contribute immensely to its greatness and the joy of her people, after all, it's our land, our pride"

"Hmmm," he sighed.

"So please, don't let the transient political brawl between our parties send our land to the dungeon".

"Your words are like a dart, they keep pummeling my soul. You've really thought and speak the truth. What is the essential one's greatness, wealth, richness, if one's people are still suffering under the clutch of poverty, unemployment, dilapidated economy etc."

"Yes, thanks for the understanding"

"Oh no, you deserve all the accolades, you brought up an important subject, you pinch my rigid heart; awakened me to remember my land. Surely we shall raise up our land, rip off the poverty"

"God bless our land!" They echoed.

Few years after they'd discussed, both have started doing all in their capacities: building company, constructing roads, raising funds for the helpless, raised the flag of free education, catapulted agriculture to a vantage point.

Along the way, some wealthy, prosperous, noble, and great men in the land joined them in the movement, and together they raised their land.

Before they knew it, the UN (united nation) recognised this land and other international communities. They'd come to invest in the land.

And now, the land is self-sufficient, An economy bastion of his own time.

Fiction.

Minkail Olaitan
Photo credit: Ademola Peter.

Literature / How Destinies Littered My Area by olaitandrake89(m): 12:45pm On Sep 29, 2020
I had thought of not writing this earlier.

But, it kept nudging my mind.

Like a dart, it cut through my vein, over and over. My soul is already sullied.

It was about the scenery that nearly drags out tears out of my eyes.

I had gone to meet someone today, at Takie area.

Where I took some shot of pictures, focusing on the area.

When I am done with the person, we walked some distance, I was looking for a bike man to ride ms home.

It was a clumsy day. The road was jammed and crowded; cars, trucks and lorry followed each other bumper to bumper. The small spaces between them were routes where the bicycles maintained.

The horns if closely decode was like that of kings convoy. But if one was to talk literally, it was riotous that steal peace away from people living nearby.

Well, that's Takie and its effect.

I asked the person to leave, that I would surely get a bike soon. And we bade farewell.

I was there waiting when I heard my name amidst the pandemonium of the road. The name was called the way football friends used to called it.

I looked inquisitively, oh it was a man on a bike. But how did he know my name?

I walked closer, and it was a guy, one of those friends that we grew up together, play a series of games together in the area.
.
He had been living like a maverick, a vagabond from the onset. We had thought he would change, we had hope for his best life, we dream of meeting at the highest place.

But, he drenched our soul in sudden cold water, when we heard he stole one of his friend's bicycle, when they all slept in one fateful night, under the same roof.

My heart personally, perturbed.

He was the one that called me when I saw his dark face, and lips that had been intentionally charred by the smoking of cigarettes. I succumbed to lose.

He asked where I was going, I told him reluctantly because I did not want him to ride me. But, the scarcity of the free bicycles glued my mouth.

I climbed up, and he rode.

I wept inwardly. No one to comfort and give me reasons for another hope.

We got to where I live, he refused to collect money, I begged him to... He told me if only I want to buy fuel for him.

I agreed, but no change! No change!

It was a painful moment all through.

There is indeed a lot of damage!

Minkail Olaitan.

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Literature / God Please Save Me Once. by olaitandrake89(m): 11:14am On Nov 20, 2019
Oxymoronically.

That evening was bitter-sweet.

Indeed the emotion was.

intertwined.

We sat on the bench.

Five of us.

One among us lounge on a yellow plastic chair.

Amidst our witty discussion.

We erupted into laughing.

Emphatically.

Abruptly.

Two hefty man was toting a woman to our direction.

Rather, clinic direction.

She had fainted.

And drenched in water.

A man among the couple of people that followed them.

He had gone completely bald.

I guess not more than 60years of age.

His curvy mustache like that of old Indian people.

Raised alarm.

His voice was sonorous.

"She hit her in the head with a bucket, she didn't expect it, hmmm, this woman must not die oooo."

The nurses among us ran to them.

Open the door for the carrier.

They entered.

And the woman was laid on the bed.

People entered in droves.

The old Man pointed to a man.

He was shivered. Extremely.

His darkish hands were on his head.

The guilty husband.

"See what you wife has done, if this woman die of that, you have done your last rite, (iku ni ere ese) because of what, your wife's chorus was that she is dating my husband. Are you dating her?"

The guilty husband stuttered.

"No, sir I did not have anything with this woman, she is just our customer, he sell ponmo and meet while we buy it from her. That's the only relationship we share"

He continued.

"My wife is just a jealous and crazy element, and as you are seeing her, I know she is indulging in prostitution"

The balded man slammed him.

"I have nothing to do with all canto you're reading for me, all I know is you and your wife are killer"

Amidst the people that came to see the new patient was an old woman.

Attempting to see the woman.

And amidst.

Indistinct voice that had erupted.

She spoke loudly.

"Imagine, I don't know what life is turning into, you're fighting and hitting others because of one filthy penis"

Another woman said.

Affirmatively.

"Abi oooo mama, what did you want us that our intimate friend snatched our husband from us to do. How much are they selling husband in life" she hissed.

In a spurt of time.

The clinic has became discussion locale.

After a troop of injection being inserted in patient body.

The nurse came out.

people bombarded him with questions.

"Has she open his eyes"
"Is she awake"
"Hope she is breathing"

And bunches of such.

He remains silent.

then asked about the patient's relatives and husband of the guilty.

Meanwhile the guilty has disappeared.

He asked for amount of money for card.

The old man asked for the doctor.

For the expedite of the treatment.

"He is not around", He answer.

The nurse was directed to the husband.

While he said.

"I swear to God, I don't have a dime with me we have used all the money for bears and ponmo, had it be my phone is with me, I would have call some people for money but she had disappeared with my phone"

'Do you realize what you saying, it seems you want to die"
The old man was on this when the patient junior brother's and relatives arrived.

"Who is the man?"
"Who is the man"

Their eyes are gushing blood.
Furiously.

Indeed are smokers.

One among them instructed.

"What are you standing for, let's beat her husband and leave him as well fainted, then laid him Besides her, I don't have anybody to discuss hogwash with"

They walked briskly to him, but the multitude begs the them....it took some time before they left him but staring furiously at him.

That made the noice to increases to its unbearable peak.

That one of the patient in the ward.

He had an accident,

His leg were broadly stitched.

That was not comfortable with the ado.

screamed out.

"Please your noice are entering into my leg"

Tranquility prevailed partially.

Then the guilty husband began murmuring.

"I'm not the father of her children, when last have I see her, uncontrollable, smoker, and irresponsible woman. See how she implicate my life now. Dear God please let the woman wake up in good health oooooo, abeg, I promise I will look for my mate"

The old bald man, that was always by his side him.

The watchman.

Said.

"All of that is story, arrange for the bill and be ready for the punishment, Alakori"


Ogbomoso

Minkail Olaitan.
November 20, 2019
Literature / Choky Chokes Choker by olaitandrake89(m): 4:59pm On Nov 11, 2019
They stood together.

very closely.

Seemingly are intimate.

Friend.

Or brothers.

They sat in the first place.

Among mens.

But

Purposely.

To had an humorless.

Conversation.

So they exited sitting.

Walked up away from those men.

Then stop.

Perhaps their preferred locus.

So three of them stood up.

Discussing

very earnestly.

though it was hush-hush discussion, that' lest one join them one would barely hear them.

One of them is of average height and had cut his hair to scalp. Like skirtel former Liverpool player.

his head like a stainless place against sun.

Very shinny.

The other one is of tall height.

like Chinese bamboo tree after escaping long years of experience under ground.

Also have cutted his hair, perhaps low cut, though no shape.

He have to bent a little down.

to reach his colleagues height because the third man is little taller than the skin head man.

Their discussion was very serious, which they had forgot people are watching them.

Abruptly.

The tallest man said loudly.
"I intentionally voted against him, such a monarchy and absolute system of government, we need something difference"

As he wringed his hands together.

Having said that loudly he didn't realize how loudly his voice was,

So he grinned.

" Really, likewise I just have an aversion for him, that's why I didn't vote him" skinny head man replied.

In accordance.

"Same as if we are the same or we came out from one woman's womb" the other snapped in.

as they shouted in surprise.

Though they had same feeling.

While not knowing the tallest man among them,

a man i guessed in his mid 60years said.
Pitifully and shamefully.

" And that aversion is what beget my present stagnation"

"Why, what' has happened?"

They asked curiously.

"Oh, I didn't tell you that adisa my son was given a job in Abuja, distinctly in the Villa, when i heard about it ehnn, I was lost in the seventh heaven and for like 15minutes, diverse praises and worship songs are gushing out my mouth: from Tope Alabi, to don moen to yinka ayefele and like that.

as if I won a multi-billion amount of money. Not untill I asked him the condition of the work and he told him, the asked for the signature of the same man that we showing antipathy at".

Having heard that, for some minutes.

I don't get myself right.

confused.

shocked.

And my teeth failed to dance to stay.

gnashing vigorously.

I was over bewildered,

Then asked myself

" what have I done?"

Meanwhile, few day before that day, I had insulted that same man, bragged and reduces his seniority with my perverse words.

He stopped for for a while.

regret descended upon him.

His eyes had gone red.

That he fight himself back.

To resist tears struggling to fall from his eyes.

Then continued.

Not only that, i bragged to the length that I told him to kill me if I come for help from him"

To cut everything short, he pouted his mouth.

Bitterly and momentarily.

" my son loss that very job and up till now he haven't get any yet, my son then rebuked and said he regretted having me has his father"

So, that' how the irritating smelling of hatred chokes me, I mean Mr choker" as he pointed his middle finger at himself.

And then urge his colleagues that,

" I wish you build love and not hatred, because one can not bear it choking smells"

The release breathing.

Emphatically.

And in unison.

Then they agreed.

To reinvigorate and mend their way.

#Ogbomoso.

#Minkail_olaitan
#November_11_2019

Literature / Indeed A Short Boy. by olaitandrake89(m): 12:36am On Nov 09, 2019
Abruptly.

He faced my direction,

Called me,

Then asked.

"Have you be given your thanks giving cloth?"

I nodded.

Then answered.

"Yes"

He continued.

"Good. How many yards?"

I'm confused,

Because I didn't know what

Spawned the question.

So I answered.

"Three yards"

"Hahahah, three yards, you alone, what styles do you asked tailor to sew for you, it's to much for you now, they suppose to give you two yards"

He said as he moved his hand to measure my length.

"Shebi, tailor will just sew armless top and play pant for you, which I know you will like"

He Chuckled.

" Why not, Like wrestlers abi"

I replied jocularly.

And we both

Belly laughed it.


Ogbomoso.

Minkail olaitan.
November 8, 2019.

Literature / Meet A Poet. by olaitandrake89(m): 9:37pm On Nov 06, 2019
Yesterday evening,

was a lively type.

It was enthralled in full gaiety.

we conversed.

Boisterously.

When he arrived

Abruptly.

I saw him,

stood up, bent my head

In a respectful salutations.

The man of great reputation.

A poet

A master of multi layer metaphor

Should be his sobriquet.

The author of "iconography poems"

#MrPeter #Akinlabi.

One of the rampart

Where my writing flair is hide.

The books he gave me.

Wholeheartedly

To furnish and mould

My writing ability.

Which I consider as

One of evergreen gift he gave me.

The man that unveiled to me

The secret of great and renowned writer,

He always said.

"The best way to become good writer is to indulge in increasing and firm reading Vogue of living, those great writer has read crazily when they are young and that's why whatever they write is like burning Azazel gaze, like undisputed sabre strikes on heart's marble"

"Not only that, it furnish or polish your skills and language command"

While whenever he I remember this.

Its spur

And augment my gut for reading.

He greeted both of us.

His friend warmly.

While shook my hand

Mention my name

As usual.

He conversing with his friend.

I was busy writing

On laptop.

He paused,

Abruptly,

called our attention.

Then asked earnestly.

"Where can I check my blood pressure?"

His friends suggested a clinic.

I better call it our clinic.

And told him to followed him.

For he didn't know the place.

We crossed the road.

He was astounded.

When he saw the clinic

Post board.

"Truly clinic is around here"

He said affirmatively.

We got there.

Entered.

And greeted doctor.

I told him what we came for

And he said.

"Go and check if for him now, abi why are you acting like visitor"

So, I checked it for him.

Very good result.

It's good to be poet.

I laughed.

We returned.

After few minutes of silence.

He asked his friend.

Smilingly.

"Is this how minkail write beside you, and in this cacophonic environment?" As he pointed at me.

I smiles

Then said.

"No"

His friends also took my back.

He laughed,

I laughed and we laughing.

He then continued

Amidst laughing.

"Do you know that very soon, you would see all what you have written and sneeze at it, because it will by then seems irritating, you will then asked yourself in disbelief that am I the one that write all this, how poorly would be your concern"

He covered his nose

Jocularly.

Describing how irritating it would be.

And we laughed it out.

That's aside,

Don't come and be disturbing me,

"For BP check up oooo."

I'm talking to you readers.

Smiles.

Ogbomoso.

Minkail olaitan.
November 6, 2019.

Poems For Review / A Song For Africa Government. by olaitandrake89(m): 12:14am On Nov 06, 2019
THIS IS ME: MR AFRICA GOVERNMENT.

I was bugled in the cage,
With fetter in my hands, latter it ransacked my whole body.
Like the spread of Ebola,
I'm indeed in thralldom.

Don't tell me, I know myself,
My thoughts birthed it, then my fleshy mouth proclaim it, like the coming of Messiah. I was dragged to gigantic ocean bird, behind a door,
Not knowing returning is taboo.

What a calamitous end,
My gullibility awarded me, that
I laughed sorrowfully: indeed joy wrinkled my face but I'm brutally injured from within.
When I'm with them.
Their countenance speaks racism and I could not bear the choking scent
Coming out of my darkish figure

I stared at myself, and shook my head pitifully.
I was shocked, freezed then thawed. But
"I'm mistake" the only words my heart avouched.
That moment, a power descended on me, then I stood up mightily, stretched my hands and broke the fetter.

I faced and dare them, those that dragged me down; they are petrified when they behold me.

I grew mightier like ceaser, Luise in their time, though my gulibility remain greatest.
They twisted my brain, prodded me against my brother.
Therefore, I slaughtered him and he died.
I cried, nobody comforted me,
For I had slaughtered my comforter.

From then I became my brothers clipper, because

I'm me that you Know, I Know you as well, I can't deny that either. I know brotherhood but I don't believe in it, I Know betterment likewise right but they are for me and not for you,
I prefer throwing bones to you in your dungeon, shoving you into chasm of no hope, dragging you to pinnacle of looting and left nothing for you because I'm Africa government by name.


Minkail olaitan.
November 5, 2019

Literature / Re: A Woman And Her UK Experience. by olaitandrake89(m): 6:20pm On Nov 04, 2019
Really...... that's simply testify to the woman experience. Lol

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Literature / A Woman And Her UK Experience. by olaitandrake89(m): 4:49pm On Nov 04, 2019
We sat together.

Back against the wall.

The CEO of the shop was beside me

He was eaten

At the same time discussing.

When that woman entered,

Attired in Yoruba outfit.

Iro and buba Vogue.

Holding a black bag with his right hand.

She greeted us all warmly

And Humbly.

we all responded.

"Welcome" in unison.

Including the CEO,

Though his head was bowed down.

The woman stood still,

Staring smilingly at him.

As he was busy battling the food with rapt attention.

She didn't say anything,

I sat comfortably thinking

Perhaps She wanted to buy what they are selling.

But reverse was the case when CEO raised his head up.

And his eyes met with her's that has been busy staring at him for some minutes.

He winked his eyes,

Perhaps his sight was not cleared enough,

He rubbed it with his fleshy palm.

And looked at her again.

The woman said jocularly.

" When you finish your drama, make sure you let me know"

Having heard her voice.

CEO vociferated.

In a raw excitement.

"My sister!"

We are all astonished and marveled.

They exchanged familiarity.

CEO then asked,

Humorless.

"I thought you are in UK, what has happened and what are you doing here Nigeria?"

And she replied.

"Huh, I left when I can't cope any longer"

"Why? and your son allowed you. Huh, you just beautifully wasted the money, I don't think you spent two months over there"

"See him, as he is fuming in anger, I bet you cannot live and complete a month over there, shebi it's you TUNDE, you will run back to Nigeria"

She replied jokingly.

pouted her mouth.

And then continued.

"I'm the only person at home, they will closed the door when they are going to work in morning, i sleep to the extent that my eyes could not afford sleeping anymore, that's when i knew sleeping ocean can also become dry"

"Leaving only me at home like a cage dog"

He snapped at her.

"Huh, Don't you know that you have worked from dawn to dusk, this is time to enjoy the fruits of your labor. See how you ran away."

She replied.

gravely.

" See whatever they want to give me, let them bring it here in Nigeria. Oh I didn't tell you: when I'm going I took yam flower, ogi and vegetables with me, that's what I ate for sometimes before it finished because I had known i would not cope with their foods like worms."

She continued.

More seriously.

"The first day I cooked vegetables soup for them, combination of bitterleaf and egusi, they all finished off their soup and graduate to plate licking. Though the atmospheric condition/ whether over there is fantastic, so great, also things are not expensive but not Nigeria things oooo. Nigeria things are expensive TUNDE"

She called that TUNDE emphatically.

"And ultimate of all was the day they took me to an hospital for absolute check up, when they finished the check up, what I saw on the results paper given to me was that my sugar level is high"

"Tunde I was shocked and bewildered, what I didn't experience all my years here in Nigeria. Let's not lie, three days after the scenerio I packed my bag and told them I'm going back to Nigeria, I cannot come and kill my self"

All of us burst out laughing.

And then he retorted.

Softly.

Like interaction between two lovers.

"Hmmmm, ok i have heard you aunty, but what you did is not good, I must tell and I don't think my brother would be happy for that"

"Alright, he also understand I ran for my life"

She then took out her phone,

It was faulty.

And she stood to have it back

Instantly.

When her brother saw it.

He told her she will have to drop it.

She Mumbled.

" That means I will not be able to attend to my calls"

He answered.

" That's the way out sister.

She agreed.

She bade us warm farewell.

And then

He see her off to where she packed

Her car.

Ogbomoso.

Minkail olaitan.
November 4, 2019.

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Literature / Mummy Why? by olaitandrake89(m): 6:29pm On Nov 02, 2019
The doctor arrived.

In a crimson colour Jeep.

With a portable Medica box.

In his hand.

Meanwhile.

He had diagnosed his patient before.

So, he came to give her treatment.

The patient was flabby,

Pale.

And Weak.

Her age is in maximum of 8years.

She eavesdropped doctor's voice.

Having heard that.

She was petrified.

And feigned healthiness.

To avoid the injection.

And so walked out majestically as if she was well and ok.

When are mummy saw her,

And distinctly how she sauntered.

She was astonished.

Doctor called the little girl.

For temperature check up.

Though, she sauntered,

But her temperature was about to reach convulsions stage.

Doctor told the woman.

That her daughter is liable to injection.

She nodded. Meaning "yes"

She screamed when she heard "injection".

And said amidst crying.

"I'm well and ok mummy, I promise I would be ok with drug, please I don't want injection"

Doctor replied.

"Huh, little girl, your temperature is more hotter what mere drug can break, and I promise you, it would not pain you. You have my words"

"I don't want injection ma, its painful oooooooooooooooo"

The little girl said.

Her mother prodded her to took the injection, but All the persuasion are on vain

Doctor have her with help of her mother.

She off her pant.

Through the left side.

When doctor took out the injection.

She ran away,

And crying.

Like scooter on the road'.

Her mother was enraged.

While doctor was smiling.

She walked briskly.

Towards her.

And yelled yelled.

At the girl.

In a burning rage.

Saying:

"You better do well, and allow the doctor to give you the injection, I will beat you oooo, how will be having pleasure in disturbing me, you know me ooo"

She whisked her to the doctor.

As she pointed a cudgel at her.

She cried aloud.

As doctor inserted the injection.

And Releases the content Into her body.

He removed it gently.

That she didn't know.

He notify her.

"Finished dear"

And continue.

"Mummy, make sure she eat well and also you miss fear, eat well because I will drop some drugs for you"

The woman replied.

"That's certain docky, she will eat and use it, shebi I'm here with her"

Smiles ransacked the surface of her cheeks.

He left as he waved his hand to the girl.

The girl was still sobbing.

Her mother called her.

And said.

" Just because of drug you are crying and sobbing like this, ahah, you are really fearful. You don't resemble me at all"

Having heard that.

She chuckled.

And said.

"Mummy, you that I know how you shouted the day we went to hospital for your injection, huh. Instead of you hailing me, you are her there telling me I'm fearing injection"

She continued.

"So mummy you want to tell me that I don't resemble you fearfully"

Her mother squeezed her mouth.

Then walked in unison to there room.

Literature / In The Chasm Of THOUGHT. by olaitandrake89(m): 2:54pm On Nov 01, 2019
**THE STROKES OF THOUGHT**

DEDICATION: to all the graduate that thinks it's over, something good will fall in line for you all.

It was another Sunday, brother Dende had not been in church for three consecutive Sundays, and here was another Sunday. He awoke from his humble mat, which on top of it was a wrap of clothes that formed a pillow, he went straight to his mother and greeted her, "Good morning ma'am", '(omo olukun esin). "I want to believe you woke up well'' she replied. While he nodded his head saying ''yes''.

After he had finished greeting, he returned to his room and sat comfortably on a plastic chair facing his wardrobe.

He slouched backwards in the chair and began staring at the ceiling, casting his mind back to the time when he was at school with his friends. That period was filled with undiluted happiness and so much hope. He and his mates promised themselves that they would meet at top in the future. But now, that seems like a wish as well as a distant memory. As these thoughts went through his mind, he shook his head, feeling sorry for himself and what has befallen him.

Perhaps he had forgotten it was Sunday.

His mother walked towards his room, to see him alone and with worry clearly written on his old face.
"Dende aren't you going to church today?'', there was a moment of silence before he grudgingly replied ''I will''. ''Better", she replied as she approached the door.

Few minutes after everybody had left for church, leaving only him in the house, he continued with his thought. This was when he remembered his promise to (Omolara); his girlfriend which they had projected their future together, and had vowed to seal their love through success.

His thought shifted from worrying about himself, to worrying about Omolara, who may be waiting to marry a great and successful Dende.

''Why this God?'' he muttered.

He stretched his hand towards a brown bag beneath the table located at the center of the room, he opened it gently like it contained eggs. He took out a file which "My Mummy" was written on it with his good handwriting. Tears trickled down his face and he was drenched in his own sweat, checking through the papers contained in the file.

He hadn't finished sorting through, when more tears streamed down his face, as he realized what his education had cost his parents. Not only that they worked tirelessly to get money but also they took loans after loans which they were yet to pay back.

''I thought I would be able to change my life and my parent's with this", as he pointed angrily at the excellent credentials which were before him. He seemed to had lost all hope of becoming great.
Thus, he returned the bag and went straight to the window, placing his hand on the wooden bar, which was meant to keep intruders out.

He stood there looking dejected and crestfallen like a criminal in police cell.

Soon after he had conspired with silence, he saw two men heading towards each other. on looking at them, he heard a strange knock at the door. ''Yes! come in'' he instructed, but no one entered. "Oh! that must be Tinuke" he concluded.

Meanwhile, Tinuke, was the youngest daughter of his family, besides she was just 2 years old but she was known for playing pranks.

On returning back to the window, the men he saw earlier had already met, and there were exchanging handshakes. However they had also graduated from the University for the past 6years but never got employed. They were still expecting great things to happen as evidenced by the words they were exchanging.

Dende remained keen as he saw men who seemed to be in the same shoe with him, but there they were living with hope and happiness. ''Mine was 3years while theirs was 6years", he said to himself as he shook his head beholding a situation which seemed worse than his.

He left the window with hope renewed. He looked up to see what the time was, "it's past 11 already"..."No church today again'' he said.

As he was making his way to the door, he sighed "Hmmm", then he said to himself, "The best way to free one's self from depression is to be kind to one's self , because we are all middlemen".

@minkail olaitan.
olaitanminkail100@gmail.com.

Events / Re: CLASSICAL REBIRTH. by olaitandrake89(m): 2:26pm On Nov 01, 2019
Thanks my brother.✌️
Literature / Change Is Inevitable. by olaitandrake89(m): 10:28am On Nov 01, 2019
He called my name.

From, a long distance.

I overheard and turned back.

To see who it was.

I could not recognize the face.

I placed my hand on chest.

To asked and know if he was calling me.

He nodded his head in affirmation.

So, I waited for him.

He walked briskly over where I’m.

Still, I could not recognize him.

We exchanged greetings.

And then he asked.

“I want to believe you recognize me?”

He grinned softly.

“No please”. I answered” how may I be of help to you?”

Though I’m petrified.

Because it is noticeable that he was a smoker.

I was overwhelmed by the scent of alcohol and cigarette he had taken earlier.

The scent that crushed over the pleasant scent of the environment.

I look at him closely.

Still could not recognize.

When he noticed I could not help myself of that, he told me his name.

As the name dropped to my hearing, I notice a kind of familiarity in it.

Then it reminded of one of my primary school classmate.

A respectful boy.

Brilliant.

Disciplined.

And calm boy.

He was the fairest in our class then.

He is lanky.

Easily frightened boy.

Not grass chopper.

Goliath.

And black person like this.

“It is not him” I whispered to myself.

That is the attribute of the boy I knew that answered the name.

“I don’t think I know you” I told him again.

That’s when he disclosed.

“We attended same primary school, Osupa Baptist day school ll, and I am your class mate. You sat beside a girl named TITI; you are the game prefect of our set”

I retorted.

“You must be joking”

He continued.

“You represented our school in memory verse competition at child gospel mission, where you came out with second position; your hubby was football then”

He really knew me well.

Very accurate description.

But I was bewildered.

Puzzled.

And shocked to the spine.

For the bad changes.

He had embarked.

I greeted him again.

We smiled but I feigned mine.

Then asked him about his living.

He answered hopefully.

And took a small plastic which contains alcoholic herbal drinks.

He furrowed his face as he drank it.
I was forced to ask him.

“Please what’s the benefit of smoking and the thing you just drank just now?”

He smiled.

Then replied.

“Huh, guy, these things that you see me drinking is brain buster, they enable you to reason wella and shoved you away from needless burden”

He continued.

“And someone like you that like writing, oh, you don’t know that I do follow your writings on face book. Sometimes when am reading you, I imagine if you are smoking and drinking how deep your reasoning would be”

“Oh no, I’m fine like this buddy, so where are you going to?”

I replied.

Trying to desert him.

“I’m there with my guys enjoying our life”

He replied as he pointed to the direction.

“Ok, keep it up, till next time then”

We shook and departed.

OGBOMOSO.

Minkail olaitan.
October 29, 2019.

Literature / The Meet. by olaitandrake89(m): 10:05am On Nov 01, 2019
Though.

I was in hurried.

I decided to go for her.

With thought that i will just greet her.

And would not spend much time.

Because I'm late already.

Meanwhile.

She is one of my intimate.

Valuable.

And special friend.

My gist partner.

She is such a short girl.

Critter.

Like me. I barely tall than her.

She twisted my name.

From Minkail.

To "Ikayi"

Same I did to her name.

I called her "shukuat"

Because Letter "R".

Is her pronouncing problem.

She called it "Au".

Therefore.

We learned from the same master.

Dr. Jacob Alade.

At owo oluwa clinic.

She love to study medicine.

While, I love to become surgeon.

Neurosurgeon.

We read together.

Most times Ben Carson book.

Likewise, Sometimes.

When doctor went out.

We will bumped into his office.

Walked directly.

Towards his wooden.

Library.

Searching for book.

About medicine and surgery.

And that would please us.

On finding it.

We read them together.

After that.

We will returned the book back.

As it was in the first place.

Then changed focus of the discussion to what should be the next facet.

Schooling.

Like:

"Which school do you wish to apply for, and what if you don't hit that, what's your plan B?"

We usually discuss that.

Before my dream.

Of becoming neurosurgeon become.

Mere Wishful dream.

I find my way of life to.

Art class.

And here I'm now.

So, I got to her shop.

I greeted her.

She didn't answered.

I greeted her mother.

She answered.

Joyfully.

Asking about living.

And ended it.

By "we thank God oooo"

Then,

Shukuat,

Said:

"I kuku don't see you"

Before my response.

He continued:

"One will be message you, you will not reply. Koda bayi, we go get money also"

She displayed her.

Grievance.

I beseeched her.

And gave her.

Reasons.

And she accepted.

Suddenly,

Her mood changed.

Its noticeable.

I knew she wanted to tell me something.

But was.

Disturbed.

And Scared.

I then asked:

"What happened?,....oh sorry, I forgot to asked"

Before I could complete the sentence.

She said:

"My neco result is not good"

Troop of tears.

Rush to her eyes.

But not dropped.

They are expecting her to wink.

It saddens me.

Embittered.

It gave me a painful bash.

On my heart.

I then asked her:

Why not uploaded your NABTEB.

result.

She said:

"Imagine me, minkail I'm sorry"

And force herself to smiles.

Her mom looked up.

At my saddened face.

And then at her daughter.

After that.

I said:

"Everybody have their own time and clock. Don't let us use others success to metrics ours and don't forget things fall apart. That happens to be to your apart. Don't relent dear"

I interpreted it.

bade them inspiring farewell.

And find my way home.

Ogbomoso.
Minkail olaitan.
18/10/2019.

Events / CLASSICAL REBIRTH. by olaitandrake89(m): 9:57am On Nov 01, 2019
CLASSICAL REBIRTH: THE YOMI OLABISI MEGA CONCERT.

Written By: Minkail Olaitan.

So easy was it.

To forget our culture,

substitute for foreign way.

But how possible.

Was it to forget the beauty and greatness of our sire ways of living in their old Agbada, along side their wives attired in buba and Iro with Coral beads on their necks, ears and hands while horsewhip in the hand speaks majestically. The portrayal of prestigious culture.

The rawness, remarkable and melodious voice that gave birth to undiluted symphony which thus evaded the shades of where they sat and leads to right to left and front to back steps after as women held their Buba's sleeves in Vogue, men gelenke dancing style also reputable when the music successfully pierces through their mind and balance their days with gaiety.

Forgetting all these are like suicide. How beautiful are they that we left them ignorantly and refuses to check through past debris and save our musical culture.

Despite the panoramic ignorance that has been instilled into minds through westerners culture, YOMI OLABISI by God's grace rebirth the classical Apala, succeeding the great and indigenous musiliu babatunde in most wonderful and dynamic way. The young music Traveller travel the old style and change it modern way.

Not only that, this musical vogue has become one of the best way to praise and worship the king of kings, the man who give talent and life to unleash it.

Therefore, Yomi Olabisi dream of awakening our soul to our long time lost legacy band pride in few times to come to become reality, through his Mega concert that would take place in a very condusive locale. Don't forget to come in a danceable attire and heart full of praise, for God is their to award you as you praise him.

Tell someone to tell someone. You're blessed as you do.


Date: December 29, 1019.

Time: 3.00pm thus.

Venue: Ore-Ofe Baptist church,
Opposite lautech teaching hospital.
Ogbomoso.

For sponsorship and enquiries:
08130608553.

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