CHANGE, Goodluck Jonathan and NIGERIA by Dr Ayomide Owoyemi

Yesterday, at about a few hours into the morning, I came across a picture on instagram that read vote GMB, vote change. And it led me to wonder sincerely if truly General Buhari is the change we need. I then put this up on my pm saying "I know GEJ is no good but is GMB truly the change we need? #IWantuLearn" people then began riding in messages, telling their opinions which I munched momentarily and made dps from them so my contacts can be a part of the convo. It was enlightening and Dr Ayomide Joe, one of the finest writers and lover of creative art in this part of the world sent this in and hopes sincerely that it educates and enlighten a few about his opinion on the forth coming poles. 

NOTE: I take a neutral stand but I insist that every youth be a part the election process via opinions and discussions and above all, every youth should COME OUT and VOTE. Remember, #YouArePowerful

But the horse was king, and almost everything grew around him...This was what we were born to, and all we knew at first. Then, to the scream of the horse, the change began. The brass-lamped motor-car came coughing up the road.

Laurie Lee (1914 - 1997)

British novelist and poet.

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The Wheel of Change by Deji Onadeko

Is it just me or this year was pretty fast? As at this time last year, I had rounded up my cool fm gig and was gearing for a more focused 2014  putting nothing but communication in mind. I had decided on some very drastic decisions like a change of school and a more dogged focus on

#MyPrayerThisMorning

My Life in one word - Grace
My Life in another - Favour
My Life in two words - God's Grace
My Life in another - God's Favour...

Just Friends?

With You friendship is a curse ... and I'm afraid to think cause all I think of is You ...
I thought an unfulfilled dream was any man's biggest worry ...
I thought future security was every man's goal ...

But ...

The Territory They Now Call Nigeria by Deji ONADEKO

I'm From a territory the white man called Nigeria ...
I'm From a race the white man called black ...
I sing an anthem cause the white man called it nice ...
I'm only deserving to earn if the white man calls me wise ...

Now I speak a language my fore fathers never heard before...
And I wear cloths my fore fathers never envisaged ...

Now, if you don't speak his language, you are dumb or ambiguously put, uneducated ...
And if you've never visited his country, O' you are unexposed ...

They are the standard by which we live by ...
If he doesn't think its good enough, then it isn't good enough...

I fed on cocoa, groundnunts, cassava and bitter cola ...
I drank palmwine and cooked with my local source, iru, with a smile on my face I did everything in pace ...
And when the disease the white man now calls malaria and chicken pox  killed any of us,
We cried, mourned and paid homeage to our gods and then moved on ...

I told my children our stories, taught them on slabs and rocks,
we loved life and life was good ... only that the white man convinced us that it was not good enough ...

Indeed the white man brought me health and wealth ...
But the richer and healthier we got, slowly from brotherly love we fell ...

So the life he showed me was maybe right,
But it was not without a price ...

The white man showed me oil, black oil, he called it, I thought it was cause he found it in black soil, but it is actually black, I figured ...

He promised me a better life, better than the one I already had ...
Indeed life was better, but also bitter ...
Bitter with strife, greed and anger ...
Now the man or tribe that had more of this black stuff was richer ...

And then, I learnt to war, I killed with the white man's gun, in my tribe, we called it "igi apayan" meaning the stick that kills ...

Then I began to fight against those I once called brother ...
And indeed life got better
But also harder ...

Now the stories my grandfather told me, I'm afraid to tell ...
And even if I did, I should have learnt the white man's history well ...

I read Chinua Achebe and Wole Soyinka but also I have got to read enough of William Shaskespaer before I'm called literally sound ...
And I'm wondering sincerely, how much do they know of here ...

They know we are black and that we were once slaves.
They know about our natural resources, our extra man power and strength ...
They know we are a third world nation, a developing state, a state that needs aid and help from poverty and obscurity ..

But for our history, all they remember is the berlin conference,
And anything before then is unworthy of reverence ...

I have not denied The great deal of good the white man's invasion caused us ...

But I want to know more ...

I want to know what my fore fathers called africa before the white man called it africa ...

I want to know what my grandfather called Nigeria, before it was divided into regions and later called nigeria ...

I want to know what our symbol of unity was, before the green flags and solidarity songs ..

I know enough of the white mans view of my history, the repress and supress that he mildly called colonialism ...


Now I want to hear of before them, the dreams and aspirations my fathers had of now, their imaginations of the future ...

I want to be free but I dont want freedom ...
I want to be independent, but I dont want independence ...
Those words always make my liberty look like a privilege ...
Like a gift from the white mann ...

In all, I want to know this land, not in the view of the white mann ...
But in the view of the black man before he was called black ...

I want to know more about The territory they now call Nigeria before it was called Nigeria ...

Dear Future Wife

And there she stood, doing nothing else that I could see.

Except standing, leaning on her right side,

Holding my universe together.

She had stolen my eyes first, and then… my Heart followed.

Pure beauty and yet all she did was lean.

And in this very moment; beside her,

Every other woman I had met seemed pale.

Dear Future Wife,

I promise to help you love life and to love you fiercely in all your forms.

I promise to listen, knowing that you won’t be happy otherwise, and if you aren’t happy, then I can’t be happy

“I promise to go shopping with you, this way I’ll learn emotional patience, letting you do all the shopping, watching you go around the store looking at items you wouldn’t buy.’’

I’ll dwell with you with knowledge, knowing that it’ll take more than Love to keep us together. When you come seeking solution to a problem; that may not even be a problem, I’ll be a sounding bag on what you want to hear to that event.

Knowing that love’s magic is not in falling in love but in staying in love, I vow that no matter how far apart our differences take us, I’ll always leave bread crumbs to find our way back to each other.

I promise to give you comfort; knowing that you also require financial security, I’ll keep chasing my dreams and help you chase yours making sure that we build an empire.

I promise to give you kids, as many of them as you want. I know they’ll have your smile and it’ll be a blessing to have our kids call me Daddy.

I vow never to raise my voice and hands at you, knowing that with you the only things I’ll hit are the goals I set, nothing else.                     

                                                                                                                                               

And so I woke up to reality!

Seeing that you had only been in my dreams.

Turning around, Sarah had left the bed, she was no longer here.

Who is Sarah? (Isn’t that the question of the day?)

 Well, she’s yet another shadow of you; another reason why I can’t wait to finally meet you, the real YOU.

Dear future Wife, I Love Us.

DAMIAN

                                                                                                                                

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