This morning I got a call from the woman he's staying in her house that he refused to go to work. Since Saturday because someone gave him money to give to his boss ₦2000. He hurriedly closed the shop and left. Spent the money and couldn't give any account for the money till date. Asking me to give him his ogas money so that he can return to work. They said He didn't sleep in the house and when the woman went to look for him that night. He found him somewhere in the street and after scolding him. He followed her home. They spotted a guy who stays around water side who he smokes with. They have warned him not to continue else SARs would come pick him. The same woman complained about her fowl missing and suspects he could be the one who stole it. I have asked the woman to send him out of her house let him roam the street and be caught. When he spents his useful age behind bars or in jai would know that he had bleeped himself up

Greetings everyone, I am battling with a teenager's wellbeing.

This guy is 17years this year will be going to 18 by January 13th. An only son. Whose father is late. His mother is aged because she had him 18 years after her last daughter. Though he was adopted. After the fathers death 2018.

This boy was around 12 years then. He lost interest in school. He was sent to different schools yet same story. Every one tried to pull him close. He becomes more aggressive. Prayers, sacrifices for his well-being were made. Yet no solutions. Along the line he was told about his life. Because other children were already murmuring it even to his hearing.

Any where he goes to stay he causes trouble and ran away. Then he came back home and started smoking weed, no body can tell if he smoked ice. Last year November he was sent to a rehabilitation.

He spent 6 months there. He came early may this year. He was sent to another place different from where he was. After 1 month of recovery because he took ill as soon as as he came out. He was enrolled to learn a skill in computer repair.

He was doing it all of a sudden he started noticing some strange characters like eating too much. Fighting anyone. Stealing too. We took his small android phone away from him and gave him a smaller phone.

He became more aggressive and stupid. He stole someone's one. The daughter of the woman he was staying with. The moment he was asked he denied it when the woman threatened to call police on him.

He absconded with few of his things with the phone. He was taking calls and never told us where he was. One day his boss caught him with another colleague of his somewhere he ran away. The worst now is that he has resumed the work and we noticed he could possibly has started smoking again.

We have asked him he kept denying it but his boss saw his eyes and noticed that he is taking something. I don't know what to do nor how to do it. I have spent virtually all of my earnings to make him better. Both prayers and otherwise.

How do I handle this issue. I need help, it's affecting me mentally, and psychologically, he is my only brother.

Every one is writing relocate, in as much as relocation may help,but where? Is it easy to find somewhere else to stay now? Sometime ago, I wrote a poem about the soot, some of my relatives who hadn't cared to know if anything about me, were the 1st to call me careless mother. Till date. These two persons that abused them selves knew i had accident last year and fractured my right hand. They also know i had a baby. But none had even called to say, how are you doing. All they could rush to write was relocate from there. Blah etc. People write about and post the black soot not to attract pity but for others to understand what is going through here, give a better remedy and advice, while applying empathy, not write anything because it's their opinion. If i come to your house, will you accept me? Do you know if i am a native there and have no where else to run to?
Please we should try to improve our Mental state and make help others mentain their sanity. Don't cause confusion.
My brother try to add vitamin c into your water,
take enough water, in daily basis, take milk if you can.
make sure you have curtains on your windows
If you see anywhere the bunkering location is, try not to go there, tell people around you.
I learnt there's one around that location 15 axis towards Solita hotels, am not sure.

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richardsfoster09:

Let's us relate. I will give you a call

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Please Can I get someone to scrap this
It is in calabar
Lots of space to scrap it
Company said i should scrap it for dem n deliver
Or somone who buy n scrap

Pls some one clarify me, before I make mistakes,
1. What is this coiled wire called, it's sizes, uses and current price.
2. This coiled Rod of 8mm please how many meters make up a ton and how much is it sold.
I need it urgently,

Please I really want to make some enquiries about nails and wires. The following information about the under listed products : Sizes Packaged Uses Producers Market Prices and any other information not mentioned NAILS: Shoe Tacks Blind Rivet Cupper Nails Concrete Nails Common Nails Twist Nail Roofing Nails Galvanized square boat nails T Type Nail Drilling Screw Coil Roofing Nail Shoot Nails Double head Nails
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Please I really want to make some enquiries
about nails and wires. The following information
about the under listed products :
Sizes
Packaged
Uses
Producers
Market Prices
and any other information not mentioned
NAILS:
Shoe Tacks
Blind Rivet
Cupper Nails
Concrete Nails
Common Nails
Twist Nail
Roofing Nails
Galvanized square boat nails
T Type Nail
Drilling Screw
Coil Roofing Nail
Shoot Nails
Double head Nails

WIRE
Electro Galvanized wire
Hot Dipped Galvanized wire
Annealed wire

WELDING MATERIALS:
Electrodes :
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E6011
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Welding wire:
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square wire mesh
chain link fence
Razor Wire
Barbed wire
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Gabion Box

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sheet

Gloves
PVC dot glove
Cotton glove
Coating cotton work gloves
Labour gloves

Hammer
Forged claw hammer with wooden handle
Carbon steel forged head stoning hammer with TPR handle
Crowbar
Bolt Clipper wire cutter
Cold chisel
Steel tape
Link chain
Putty knife
Wire brush
Water band
Adhesive

Blood is thicker than water as youth we were told,
But families are divided and their veins run so cold.
Funerals seem to be the only time they gather or talk,
Hard times are the only time they knock on your door
From birth, we were taught family values and love implanted,





Oh, how I miss my grandma cooking in the kitchen
Always a blessing to gather and see everyone pitch in.
We shamefully have not carried on the traditions,
Of our loved ones gone before us full of ambitions.




Standing behind and supporting your sister and brother
As an intrinsic Value has been overtaken by gossips
Neighbors and strangers have made part of our families
Love not based on material things but from a true heart.




Have been flushed away by modernazation, replaced
With envy, jealousy, greed, wickedness, selfishness, hatred,
Gossips, corruption, theft, and killings
for what purpose, you may think?




To stir unsettling doubt, in an effort to raise one’s clout?
Evil resides in spinning webs,
something one does when their self-worth ebbs.
Destroying others’ lives, with all your hateful lies




Sister!
This is the person who has known you your entire life, who should love
you and stand by you no matter what, and yet it’s your sister who knows exactly where
to drive the knife to hurt you the most.




I ran to her in time of grieve
Believing I had a sister to share my pains
She never say no but with grudge she give
Little did I know she sits around table with my pains




A blood I risk my life to make respected
All along she acts as though we are inseparably
Yet she makes me a laughing stock when I least expected
I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and you proved everyone right.




I gave you my life and you killed me day by day.
I want to pull my aching heart and tear it piece by piece so I no longer love you.
I want to lose my memory so I no longer think of you




Look within yourself—there’s so much work to do.
Until you fix all that, do not gossip on others’ spew.
Am sure Blood has lost its thickness finally

© Ngakudi Geraldine Uzochukwuamaka November 2018

Maybe for a reason, the same way it could be for a lesson.

We live in a world, surrounded by new ideas,
New techniques, innovations and strategies
A world where the deceived loses and the deceiver becomes champion





I couldn't imagine why, a country as vast as this
The great "Giant of Africa" oh! how the mighty falls
In her, wo/men go to sleep with their eyes wide open.




Servants (leaders) deems it fit to swindle its master (Masses)
The brave becomes feeble, robbers gets praised,
While the hungry are being despised,




Anger, hatred, jealousy, envy, thirst for blood, quest to make it fast,
Chaos, Memling, theft, deceit, favouritism, godfatherism,
Corruption, kidnapping, immorality, wickedness; has over taken Love.




How can it be explained; that an armed robber, invaded a home
In the process of the robbery, he felt dizzy and tired.
Am sure like myself, you wouldn't believe it as well.




The robber mandated the home owners, to keep a watch on him
And never to step a foot. He had to sleep and snore
Rolling and turning from one corner of the bed to another.




After 8 longs hours, The robber woke up from sleep
No doubt one one cheats nature, rather you answer when it calls
The question is this; Why the sleep on duty?





Isn't it been said a long while by scientists that the human body
Needs approximately 8hours sleep to function properly?
No doubts the robber seems to be very health conscious or probably using some voodoo powers.




He woke up to see the home owners the exact position he met them before sleeping
Of course he had to continue from where he stopped, and made away with valuables
Without any trace of him!




I wondered what exactly happened
Hyponized? Were the valuables also stolen or would they be ever found?
I couldn't find an answer.





N/B this poem gives a clear explanation to the plights of Nigerian as a result of politics and how it is been played here in "Giant of Africa"
The robber here portrays the elected/appointed leaders. They assumed power and initially made it seems like they were are out to work. The 8 long hours of sleep is the wasted years they remain in power without achieving anything for the masses,
Rolling and turning from one corner of the bed to another shows their adventures in and out of the country for their selfish purposes, and making it look like they were actually working .


The home owners who couldnt act but remained in the same position shows the masses lacks will-power, they have no say, they can't act but keep mute.
The robber wakes up towards the end of the tenure to accumulate the wealth that should have been used for the welfare of the Masses and zooms off .
Think about this


Can one prevent robbbers from invading their homes?
Why would a robber sleep for 8 hours comfortably and the home owners couldn't do anything to rescue their home?
You and i as the home owners will look for an answer to the rhetoric question pertaining This Story of the Robber; Maybe for a reason, the same way it could be for a lesson.

© Ngakudi Geraldine Uzochukwuamaka November 2018

Rhetoric question:
An answer to these rhetoric question
The truth and only truth; African has lost its stand.
We choose to bury own and adopt another's way of life
Oh what a shame!





We got deceived and surrendered our mandates and mantle
They gathered them all for themselves and turn them into fortunes
Shall we keep on living This way? How long can we be fooled?





The guiding spirits of our ancestors keep calling from their resting abode
Isn't it time to remember our root and avail ourselves of wisdom
The wisdom of our ancestors.





Our moral, social and economic problems are traceable to negligence
To voices, advices and values of our fore fathers and ancestors
And as a result, we are left in agony, pains, and disaster.





B. Diop earlier once said and I quote him
"They (ancestors) had left on the earth, their cries
in the air, on the water, where they had traced; their signs"





Nature will obviously bear witness to our ancestor's warning
That they had warned us before"Things falls apart"
They traced the signs of our predicaments today and
Had advised us on the right path to follow.





But as renegades, we blatantly rebelled against and disobeyed our ancestors
Now we have destroyed their valuable legacies on earth
Resulting to our torments and its unpleasant effects on us, making others look at us with pity.





No one is to be blamed for our woes, we brought it upon ourselves
The best we can do is tracing our way back to the root, discarding alien culture
And embracing wisdom of the old,
If only we do these, our Africa will become again
The pride of the continent!

© Ngakudi Geraldine Uzochukwuamaka November 2018

He actually buried in a difference coffin not the one that brought him back.
his nephews Who brought Him home said they met robbers on their way and the robbers pitied them and allowed them go without taking anything from them.

My Dads burial was indeed my worst experience of sorrow and night mare. Today is his post Humous birthday and ofcourse their traditional wedding anniversary.
All I have to say is
Rest in power my beloved father

On the burial Day, His corpse was taken to the town hall and was received by the entire village, including his age grade,

The entire Amudi Obizi gathered at Eke Amudi and Amaovu ajala to receive him and also performed their last rite and respect.

I noticed the six ancient compounds that made up our autonomous community were summoned and the elders were asked to pick each shout of schnapps and they went out each with the cups filled with schnapps and returned with empty cups

It is called Itu Mmaya (pouring libation to mother earth to receive the body of their brother.

After that
He was taken home and thereafter was laid on state at his parlour for some hours before he was taken to church and then after the service was buried at his home town with his legs facing the fence and main road and his head came into the compound

My only brother who is 12 years old, performing the Igbu Ewu isi na Ama rite while my Dad's immediate younger brother assist him.

A very brave and courageous young man he is.

People gathered to admire his courage, After that, The elders will give him seat to sit down in their midst and they give him gifts of cash,

It is a Mark of welcoming him into Manhood
He is the apparent head and representative of my father.

At the end of the rites, he was handed over to the my uncle who is the next after my father in the family lineage, to take proper care of him by my father's kinsmen

My father's Age grade also came for their own,
They usually give certain amount of money to support the burial, and in fact they own the burial,

After the burial, They gather at the grave side to bid him farewell and renounce his membership with them on earth and ask him to continue with their mates in the spirit realm.

After the rite They gathered my Uncles and handed the Elderest , my brother's hand and ask him to take care of him as he would do to his sons, They also told him that where he can't handle, he should invite them without hesitation.

The daughters of our my birth place, We called them Umuokpu, some villages call them UmuAda, both married and single gather as well for their own rite

The family provides them with a big tin of milk and Milo with 2big loaves of bread, a big bowl they will use to make the tea and drink it,

I as the first daughter was to cook soup which they will come and check my ability and score me, my father's Elderest cousin who was the leader of the Umuokpu said her brother didn't die at the ripeful age and as such no one will ever trouble us,

My fathers maternal uncles were also here for their own.
They were the ones to point where their nephew was to be buried, we call it Ima mgbazu

After that my brother was given a bottle of schnapps and a little money to give them, My father's uncles said that they can't accept money from him, that he should keep it but took the drink

The youths came 3days to the burial in their numbers and cleared everywhere including the paths to the town halls and our compound,

They also were there to dig the grave and made sure they marched in the sand to avoid the grave sinking,

All these while, my mom was not allowed to eat food prepared for the burial, or even get close to where things for the burial was kept.
she takes her bath as early as 6am and 6 pm,

A widow prepares her food and sleeps with her in her room,
The particular seat she used was marked and no one else was allowed to sit on it else people are bad, can decide to act funny,

Her group fetched the firewood used althrough the burial,

After the burial, a certain set of women barb her hair and used certain leaf to perform some rite separating her from my dad and asking my dad to rest on while she continues to take care of us and not allow anyone use his face to frighten her both at home and in the bush path.

After these, she went to market and bought where other women buy and cook food everyone will eat.

We choose to mourn my Dad for 6months but my mom said she would mourn him 12months

It was indeed an experience itself.
I got to understand my root and it helped trace back to who I am really.


I can boldly say my Dad's death is for a reason and also for a lesson

His kinsmen gathered for their rites.


The Umu -Ama - Ogwugwu kindred gathered to pay their last respect to one of their own,
The same day, my brother killed the goat.
it's is called Igbu ewu isi na ama.

This tradition is an aged tradition of my people, Though the church is trying to abolish it, but truly, it backfires.

Instead of performing it on the day of burial our people choose to do so, the very day the kindred will pay their last respect

For Men who have no male children, if the daughters are capable, they give the kindred money for the goat or the deceased siblings give out the money or the goat and the name of the deceased will be mentioned as to why the goat or what the goat stands for.

A cow was also given to the Amala, the custodian of our culture, in as much as my Dad had given to his late father, it is necessary to make available cow and also mention what the cow stands for.

It is not mandatory but necessary as long as the family can afford it.
Sometimes this is suspended till when the children of the deceased are up and doing. but they should make sure they don't partake in the sharing of the cow meat in any burial until they had settled theirs.

His corpse let Chad for his hometown,
My Dad last visited Nigeria January 24th 2014, and traveled back with his legs and came back home after 4 years in a coffin

The last respect and songs of service at his residence In Chad

viewers discretion!
Injected with 6litres of formalin to retain the ice and preserve it for the long journey from Chad to Nigeria

Tribute to my Father on his 68 Post humous Birthday



What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch.



We may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived.



And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget"
The blow was hard and the shock was severe. We never dreamed your death was so near. But only those who love, can tell the pain of parting without farewell.



No one can ever imagine what it means losing you. To hear your voice, here you laugh and say you forgot it was your Birthday, to see your smile, to sit and talk with you awhile, to be together in the same old way, would be our dearest wish today, but loving memories never die.



As weeks roll on and days go by, in our hearts, a memory is kept of the one we love and will never forget.



You were the one who informed us late December 2017 to expect you January 2018, your siblings, nephews, nieces, members of his enlarged family, friends, relatives, children and wife, shared joy to welcome you back home.



We had the least premonition that you would give up in ten years to come. We never expected that your herald home coming would be in death.



The grievous aspect was that you transited the same weekend you were to leave Chad for your home town, 4 years after your last visit.

It's a sad event too many to bear.
My Great Father!



Ozuronye Donatus !
Okpara Chukwumezirim Nwokeya Agbaghozo!
Otunwa juru ulo!
Otu onye a-na ekwere unu abiala!
Osisi ukwu chere ezin'ulo!



Chaina! As you were fondly called by your brothers, you were the unifier, peacemaker, you affected people of all ages, you contributed in changing lives, you shared experiences and to me, you were an experience.



The exit was so abrupt: what was the urgency?
It's been said that "Every life entails a special story".



Every human being has something special to offer. Some people are a treasure for the world because their efforts make a big difference in changing someone’s life. It is only when such people part ways from this world, we realize that the world suffers from a deficit.



Unfortunately, when we lose a loved one, we realize the catastrophe, the void created in your life by their absence especially when it is your very own parents.



Daddy! I cannot help but recall our far, yet close relationship, revise the memories you made of your little time with us; it all becomes a kaleidoscopic rupture in my mind.



I always said I honestly don’t know what I would do without you two, but now I have to learn to live without one of you.



My Father never made a fortune, or a noise In the world where men are seeking after fame; But he had a healthy brood of children, nieces and nephews, siblings and relatives, in-laws and friends who loved the very ground on which he trod.



Oh! you should have heard the way they wept for his absence.
There seemed to be a loving little prayer In their voices, even when they were soaked in tears at his graveside.



Though My Dad was never heard of anywhere, As a hero, yet somehow understood he was doing well his part and making good;
And you knew it, by the way his family and friends have felt.



He gave them neither eminence nor wealth, But he gave them blood untainted with a vice, And opulence of undiluted love.
He was honest, and unpurchable and kind; He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind. So he made them heirs to riches without price.



My father never preached or scolded; and the rod, well, he used it as a turning pole in play.
He showed the tender sympathy to all he calls his children in their troubles, and their joys.



He was always chum and comrade with his nephews, and his nieces,
oh! you ought to hear them all echo him Daddy! Big Daddy!! None knew him as Uncle!



He was a giant man, full of fun and laughter, He played jokes on his fellow men. And to him it did not matter.



Education he had not, But the native intelligence he learned he never forgot.
He showed loved to all he knew that came his way; so that someday, there will be an answer.



As i look back over time, I find myself wondering …..



Did i remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for me?
For all the times you were by my side
To help and support me..
To celebrate my success
To understand my problems
And accept my defeats?
Or for teaching me by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgment,
Courage and integrity?



You made me realize that i had to soar high like an eagle, I had to be very strong and confident to hold my head high in our Society with its diverse Cultural beliefs and inequality which cut across social strata, gender and Religion.



I wonder if i ever thanked you for the sacrifices you made, to let me have the very best?
And for the simple things like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If i have forgotten to show my gratitude enough for all the things you did, I am thanking you now.



And i am hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to me.
I’ll always remember that special smile, that caring heart, that warm embrace, you always gave me,



You being there for Mom and my siblings, and everyone of your family, through good and bad times, no matter what.



We’ll always remember you Dad! because there ’ll never be another one to replace you in my heart, and the love we will always have for you.



Today was the day so many years ago you came into this world, bringing a special glow.



So full of love and laughter so loud. Thinking of you today, You still make us proud.



Daddy, I know you're watching, I know your looking down.



Yes your birthday is today, And although you're not around, It doesn't stop our thoughts and never stops our prayers.
I am sending birthday wishes to you from here to the land of my ancestors which you have become one of them.



Please Dad!, send my regards to my other ancestors, the daughters of my birth place, the good spirits of my birthland and all who had in one way or another connection to me.



Daddy! Rest on, in Power
Ihai!!!!!!!
Iseee!

Dear friends a Nigerian writer, Odimegwu Onwumere has disproved Martin Luther King Jr.’s legendary statement which states that, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
Onwumere writes that King Jr. Was not correct.
He captioned the Essay
The blind and the elephant:
Injustice and justice differ from one village to another, from one town to another, by ethical injunctions and from one political sovereignty to another. What may seem as unfair or undeserving treatment in one clime might be the beginning of justice and its outcomes in another clime and vis-à-vis.
Proverbially speaking, justice and injustice are like the elephant in the eyes of the blind. The blind can only define an elephant from the side he or she is allowed to touch. Thus, the great Martin Luther King Jr. was a blind man in the definition of justice and injustice without considering social, religious, ethical, traditional, political, economical and sundry differences around the world.

Please, read the essay by clicking on the link, then drop your THOUGHTS and COMMENTS in the comment box below the essay on the website. Do share this link among your contacts to also comment. Thanks.
https://nuhafoundation.org/home/blog­/bloggingentries/2018/adult/the-blind-and-the-elephant/#.W6e8pjEo_IU

Dear friends a Nigerian writer, Odimegwu Onwumere has disproved Martin Luther King Jr.’s legendary statement which states that, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
Onwumere writes that King Jr. Was not correct.
He captioned the Essay
The blind and the elephant:
Injustice and justice differ from one village to another, from one town to another, by ethical injunctions and from one political sovereignty to another. What may seem as unfair or undeserving treatment in one clime might be the beginning of justice and its outcomes in another clime and vis-à-vis.
Proverbially speaking, justice and injustice are like the elephant in the eyes of the blind. The blind can only define an elephant from the side he or she is allowed to touch. Thus, the great Martin Luther King Jr. was a blind man in the definition of justice and injustice without considering social, religious, ethical, traditional, political, economical and sundry differences around the world.

Please, read the essay by clicking on the link, then drop your THOUGHTS and COMMENTS in the comment box below the essay on the website. Do share this link among your contacts to also comment. Thanks.

https://nuhafoundation.org/home/blog/­bloggingentries/2018/adult/the-blind-and-the-elephant/#.W6e8pjEo_IU

N/B your comments are his votes

Ndigbo: In the days of our ancestors, there was a way of life... No more these days
Responding to my article of 1 September 2018 with the title "Ndigbo Must Begin A Journey Back To The Soul Of Our Ancestors", Rhuosa Ehimatie, a Nigerian based in the United Kingdom wrote the following the same day. The response was via email and permission to publish the response was begged for and granted. Feel free to read Ehimatie. You may want to drop your thoughts and comments. Read:
My Dear Odimegwu Onwumere,
Thank you for your inciteful and provocative piece on the homeward journey the Ndigbo must make back to the soul of their ancestors. Perhaps, this is the first time any one would embark on this kind of clarion call urging his people to return to the ways of their ancestors before the arrival of the indulgent self.
In addition to your contribution in this matter, in the days of our ancestors, there was a way of life, a code of conduct derived essentially from the absolute respect for the gods of the land believed to punish the errant and reward the obedient. This ideology encompassed and governed every aspects of the people's endeavours; be it personal relationships, business transaction, community works, public office, you name it. There was a need to please the deity by first and foremost doing what is right and acceptable, the need to serve and satisfy public good for fear of reprisal from the gods. But today that compulsion to do right has been emphatically eroded and substituted by the selfism. But why? One may be inclined to ask and the answer is not so far-fetched. It is manifest in every aspect of the communal life. The word we are searching for is `apostasy`. History has taught us that every time a people disconnect from their gods their gods also disconnect from them. A glaring case in point is the Isrealites.
According to the Biblical account, when the people of Isreal abandoned Yaweh and the way of life ordained for them, it threw their ordered lives and community into chaos, pains, sorrow and tears to the extent that they were removed from their land into exile and held in captivity by another sect of people.
Basically, what held them together was the collective faith and belief in a god that could both punish or reward every action. When people cease to acknowledge the might and significance of their god, then there is no longer need or reasons to believe in that god, selfism takes over and confusion reigns as individual interests vie for supremacy and eventually, society falls apart as found in the Igbo community and indeed in most communities throughout Nigeria today. Achebe paints this phenomenon quite well in his "Things fall apart". A novel.
Let me be very clear that I am not picking on Ndigbo who by the way are very beautiful with great culture and heritage, and in all ethnics groups in Nigeria there is also a group that is evil and bad. However, we are talking about the Igbos at the moment. When other ethnic groups become a topic next time one will also have an opinion to express as a free citizen. To this end, my comment is not to slag off anyone but to comment on the topic as I see it .
To me, Igboism has been substituted for the respect and total submission to the will of their gods. Today, Igboism is more superior to the gods of their ancestors hence the average Igbo man has lost his soul and conscience to this notion that makes an Igbo man treat others sometimes including his fellow Igbo man as secondary to his/her needs. There is hardly anyone who does any business or any type of transaction with an igbo person and not have his heart in his mouth. Through greed and selfism the Igbo is one of the ethnic groups that have particularly brought doubt, shame, disrepute to the nation because they cannot be trusted. Due to their mindless and selfish approach to things in life, I have heard too many people describe the Igboman as mindless and selfish and wicked. They are the ones that are likely to do whatever it takes to satisfy the self, to be Igboistic and boast about it. This new attitude and behavior is a far cry from what was obtainable in the days of their ancestors. This is the reason why I wonder if it is not too late for this call. So I ask Ndigbo, is this call a little too late for you to return to the ways of your ancestors so that you can regain trust and it may be well with us all again? Perhaps the bigger question is, are Ndigbo interested in making a journey back to the soul of the ancestors now that they have tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit of greed, deceit, selfishness and wickedness in high places and practice of all manners of evil?
Rhuosa Ehimatie sent in this piece via rozzarlis@hotmail.com
Please, read my piece below in case you missed it.
Ndigbo Must Begin A Journey Back To The Soul Of Our Ancestors
By Odimegwu Onwumere
Many persons lack connections with their souls. The only connection they can think or boast of is the connection to create and make wealth. They have much time to pursue money but had no time to nurture their Inner Being, hence the separation between the body and the soul has become a huge problem besetting mankind.
Many of these persons do not know where to turn to when the wealth vanishes. Because they have been living a life without their soul intact, they would vanish just as the wealth. This brings to bay the way my Igbo forebears lived.
My Igbo forebears did not separate themselves from the spirit while in pursuit of wealth. They observed the spirit world and the realm of matter without a separation. They believed that in as much as matter occurs, Spirit can be found, and vice versa.
Remember that my Igbo forebears didn't see or periscope spirituality as a part of life. They believed that all life is spiritual. Hence, they observed the seen and unseen world to be working together.
Our worldview then was the best unlike today many of us are viewing the world through the periscope of the West where what matters is 'leave the past behind and look only to the future.'
The ‘future’ here is wealth. My Igbo forebears did not do that: They carried both the past into the future. My Igbo forebears were not only interested in 'drive-to-succeed’ (not at all costs) but did not allow this to separate their souls from them. They never allowed their lives to lack deeper meaning and nevertheless, they were not empty.
The ancient Igbo never separated self from the land of ancestors and the realm of Spirit. They had meaning individually to their community and gave structure and meaning to life. This made them the wise people as has been acclaimed worldwide.
Unlike today, the Igbo have eschewed what worked for them in the past. They are living in the past glory. We just have schooled brilliant persons today and not actually wise people like our forebears who operated in our community by exhibiting intention for general well-being and oozed positive energy.
However, this is the time we have to reconnect to our natural environment and begin the journey back to the soul of our ancestors in order to achieve completeness. The time is now.
Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.

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