CredoWriters:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
Transformation is more than wearing smuggled ankara and telling pauperized citizens white lies behind a TV camera, which is powered by generators with fuel procured from black markets. It should be about gilded in Made in Nigeria textile fabrics and speaking the truth on behalf of millions of voiceless Nigerians.
Transformation is not riding in foreign made jeeps to escape the impacts of our potholed embellished roads; it is about driving in Nigerian manufactured cabbies without feeling the fissures because the roads are themselves transformed, hence no pot holes.
Transformation is not having foreign construction firms building their own embassies in Nigeria and also building our own embassies in their countries, It is having Nigerian world class building and construction firms excelling anywhere in the world.
Transformation is not restricted to acquiring a foreign degree as a prerequisite for local jobs, transformation entails having a Nigerian degree that allows us international access to all job opportunities.
Transformation transcends deregulating the importation of petroleum products to convert a renowned cabal into a cartel who will collude againts the people, it is promoting local content drive to establish transparency and accountability. It is ensuring adequate local production and refining capacity to meet domestic need and achieve exportation of finished goods.
Transformation should not be about a brazen mother of foreign based family but being a gratified mother of humble if need be unemployed Nigerians men to diffuse the circular flow of national income.
Transformation is not the cowardice of placing responsibilities on the doors of Nigerians while giving flimsy excuses for the miscarriage of governance, it ought to be the remorse of a government woman who should be determined to right the ills of failures of government institutions as a first step towards making amends.
Transformation is not about being the agent of a western capitalist institutions, the price mechanism has failed Europe and America and has become a mathematics of random uncertainty.
Transformation is not disappointing the electorate who voted a patient luck only to be rewarded in such a terrible and inhuamn manner, it is about people's power.
We are patriotic even if untransformed Nigerians. We pay our taxes and we can show the world our pay slips. Madam ‘World bank’; can we please see your pay slip? We are so Nigerian that we have no International Passports since we do not envisage fleeing Nigeria after our ministerial tenures. Can you please drop your dual nationality? All we have are our National ID cards. But our National Identity has been transformed by hunger, excess fuel burden, potholes, strikes, insecurity and unemployment.
Madam Minister, nonetheless tell yourself the truth if not your employer or the tax payers. Do you still drink pipe borne water?
Do you eat local rice?
Do you pay for your fuel while it is still un-deregulated and now that you are deregulating?
Do you pay PHCN utility bills?
No! Madam Minister, it is a fib.
Remove those spectacles and stop fibbing
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The gods are to blame.
CredoWriters: Wakdok, Samuel Stephen
When Ola Rotimi wrote his famous play "The gods are not to blame", it may have been premised on the fact that human beings were human and would take responsibility for their actions. In Nigeria today, some human beings are no longer human. When the serpent tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, he told them that they would be like God if they ate. Nigerian government officials have greed as their apple and once they got corrupted with money and power, they become gods. Name them from the President to his ministers, his advisers to his apologists, they now play gods and as such they are to blame.
If they masses of this country get annihilated by this very unpopular fuel subsidy removal, if Nigerians get killed in the process of demonstrating and resisting this IMF script directed by World Bank’s Ngozi Okonjo Iwela and produced by Nigeria’s Goodluck Jonathan as narrated by Labaran Maku, we know where to place the blood of innocent Nigerians. A female god born with golden spoon who once cried(in pretext) without solving the road problem is now a god who expects us to trust her in deregulating fuel importation, what happens to local production which ought to have shielded us from the volatility of the international oil market? If OPEC is a cartel which colludes to influence world oil price, what stops this local cabal turned cartel from colluding to influence supply and prices in a deregulated market which doesn’t have alternatives? The developed West subsidize oil in their countries by spending billions of dollars to prosecute wars in oil producing countries to ensure cheap and secured supply of oil, those same Western imperialists are now directing our clueless officials from behind the scene.
How on earth will you explain government's ineffectiveness in tackling a so called cabal who constitute a minute fraction of the populace but that same government is bold and strong enough to take on the whole angry Nigerians. They have bullets and barrels of the gun to aim at us, but they lack the stamina to clean the corruption in the oil sector.
Hitherto thought of sane human beings who once opposed government/World Bank anti people policies have now been inducted into the hall of gods and once their prices were named, they turned around to sing like canaries in support of fuel deregulation. They hopelessly compare deregulation in the communication with that of fuel. Of course it is their right, they have the right to change their ideologies, and they have the right to support the cause they want. We too have our rights, we have the right to refuse what we know is a calculated attempt to enslave us and enrich the pocket of those who caused us to be in this quagmire in the first place. We have the right to tell these gods a big NO!
There is nothing wrong with deregulation, but there is everything wrong with deregulation that negatively affects the generality of Nigerians who are suffering and battling to survive the oddities of life. There is everything wrong with deregulating before fixing the problem, there is everything wrong with a few gods feeding fat on the common wealth of the people while expecting the people to make more sacrifices to guarantee the ostentatious life style of a few who have become gods.
Look at the government officials, their cronies and the number of cars in their entourages called convoy, all these are fuelled from the coffers of the government. The gods want the ordinary man dead, and as such they gods will stop at nothing to make life unbearable. While the people suffer, these gods budget hundreds of millions of naira for their food, billions of naira for foreign trips and trillions of naira for corruption.
The economics of deregulation is not as simple as the capitalists want us to believe. They preach free market economy on paper but they live on government subsidy in every aspect of their lives. They drive in government cars fuelled by government money, they live in government houses or houses paid by government, and they are flown to foreign hospitals on government bills while leaving our hospitals to decay. The gods send their “goddlins” to school abroad after wrecking our educational institutions with underfunding.
Suddenly, a man who was made by the people, whose cause to be made an acting president was championed by the people, a man who was the reason for the death of hundreds of Nigerians including serving corps members; that man has become a god. Propped by the female god from the World Bank and other gods who have always fed on the masses, these gods without successfully concluding their consultations or dialogue went ahead to unilaterally pursue the script that is aimed at finally crippling the masses. If the policy is such a good move, why is it a hard sell? And if the argument is that they usually borrow to subsidize fuel; which they can no longer sustain, where then will they raise money for the subsidy re-investment program? Will the gods also borrow to reinvest? Already they have set up a very bogus committee to administer the funds, another avenue to enrich the gods and rehabilitate the old ones. How independent are commissions or committees in Nigeria? Is the EFCC not independent; how were Ribadu and Waziri booted out of office?
These gods must not be allowed to make us fools, these gods will be blamed for any chaos that breaks out in the land, and the gods must be stopped before it is too late. Despite the people’s refusal of this obnoxious policy, we are hoodwinked by a ruling class who has consistently failed Nigerians since Structural adjustment program began in the mid 1980s. We rise to tell these gods that we cannot be taken for a ride. Whatever happens to us and our country these gods are to blame, and these gods will surely not escape the wrath of men and women of Nigeria.
www.credoworld.blogspot.com
04012012
When Ola Rotimi wrote his famous play "The gods are not to blame", it may have been premised on the fact that human beings were human and would take responsibility for their actions. In Nigeria today, some human beings are no longer human. When the serpent tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, he told them that they would be like God if they ate. Nigerian government officials have greed as their apple and once they got corrupted with money and power, they become gods. Name them from the President to his ministers, his advisers to his apologists, they now play gods and as such they are to blame.
If they masses of this country get annihilated by this very unpopular fuel subsidy removal, if Nigerians get killed in the process of demonstrating and resisting this IMF script directed by World Bank’s Ngozi Okonjo Iwela and produced by Nigeria’s Goodluck Jonathan as narrated by Labaran Maku, we know where to place the blood of innocent Nigerians. A female god born with golden spoon who once cried(in pretext) without solving the road problem is now a god who expects us to trust her in deregulating fuel importation, what happens to local production which ought to have shielded us from the volatility of the international oil market? If OPEC is a cartel which colludes to influence world oil price, what stops this local cabal turned cartel from colluding to influence supply and prices in a deregulated market which doesn’t have alternatives? The developed West subsidize oil in their countries by spending billions of dollars to prosecute wars in oil producing countries to ensure cheap and secured supply of oil, those same Western imperialists are now directing our clueless officials from behind the scene.
How on earth will you explain government's ineffectiveness in tackling a so called cabal who constitute a minute fraction of the populace but that same government is bold and strong enough to take on the whole angry Nigerians. They have bullets and barrels of the gun to aim at us, but they lack the stamina to clean the corruption in the oil sector.
Hitherto thought of sane human beings who once opposed government/World Bank anti people policies have now been inducted into the hall of gods and once their prices were named, they turned around to sing like canaries in support of fuel deregulation. They hopelessly compare deregulation in the communication with that of fuel. Of course it is their right, they have the right to change their ideologies, and they have the right to support the cause they want. We too have our rights, we have the right to refuse what we know is a calculated attempt to enslave us and enrich the pocket of those who caused us to be in this quagmire in the first place. We have the right to tell these gods a big NO!
There is nothing wrong with deregulation, but there is everything wrong with deregulation that negatively affects the generality of Nigerians who are suffering and battling to survive the oddities of life. There is everything wrong with deregulating before fixing the problem, there is everything wrong with a few gods feeding fat on the common wealth of the people while expecting the people to make more sacrifices to guarantee the ostentatious life style of a few who have become gods.
Look at the government officials, their cronies and the number of cars in their entourages called convoy, all these are fuelled from the coffers of the government. The gods want the ordinary man dead, and as such they gods will stop at nothing to make life unbearable. While the people suffer, these gods budget hundreds of millions of naira for their food, billions of naira for foreign trips and trillions of naira for corruption.
The economics of deregulation is not as simple as the capitalists want us to believe. They preach free market economy on paper but they live on government subsidy in every aspect of their lives. They drive in government cars fuelled by government money, they live in government houses or houses paid by government, and they are flown to foreign hospitals on government bills while leaving our hospitals to decay. The gods send their “goddlins” to school abroad after wrecking our educational institutions with underfunding.
Suddenly, a man who was made by the people, whose cause to be made an acting president was championed by the people, a man who was the reason for the death of hundreds of Nigerians including serving corps members; that man has become a god. Propped by the female god from the World Bank and other gods who have always fed on the masses, these gods without successfully concluding their consultations or dialogue went ahead to unilaterally pursue the script that is aimed at finally crippling the masses. If the policy is such a good move, why is it a hard sell? And if the argument is that they usually borrow to subsidize fuel; which they can no longer sustain, where then will they raise money for the subsidy re-investment program? Will the gods also borrow to reinvest? Already they have set up a very bogus committee to administer the funds, another avenue to enrich the gods and rehabilitate the old ones. How independent are commissions or committees in Nigeria? Is the EFCC not independent; how were Ribadu and Waziri booted out of office?
These gods must not be allowed to make us fools, these gods will be blamed for any chaos that breaks out in the land, and the gods must be stopped before it is too late. Despite the people’s refusal of this obnoxious policy, we are hoodwinked by a ruling class who has consistently failed Nigerians since Structural adjustment program began in the mid 1980s. We rise to tell these gods that we cannot be taken for a ride. Whatever happens to us and our country these gods are to blame, and these gods will surely not escape the wrath of men and women of Nigeria.
www.credoworld.blogspot.com
04012012
Monday, December 26, 2011
The Supreme Council of Islamic Affairs owe Nigerian Christians an Apology
I was doing a mental calculation on the number of churches that would ve been burnt in reprisal attacks by now,had it been that Christians claimed responsibility for bombing mosques.
This is a country where Christians are attacked because of Danish cartoons, or worse still because Israel is fighting Lebanon or Gaza,as if Israel is a Christian nation? It is in this country that Moslems kill scores in our churches on Christmas day.....and as usual....government can do nothing....life goes on....I feel this is unfair,unjust,inhuman and unacceptable.imagine if the tide is turned during Ramadan would it be taken lightly? The pan Islamic Daily trust news group with their sensational pro jihadists columns would have stopped short of calling on massive supports from international moslem fundamental groups to come and avenge the genocide against their brethren. On the whole face of the earth yesterday, Nigeria is the only country that churches where bombed and Christians killed in their church. The defense of NEMA that bomb was on the Madalla high way and not in the church was an insult to dead.
Me think the Nigerian supreme council of Islamic affairs owes us a huge apology and commitment to bring this menace to an end, after all BH or no BH, the murderers are not pagans or Hindi or bhudists are they? Until Moslems face the threat we face in going to pray in our churches, until they are scared of going to mosque as we are of going to church, then the solution may be far. It is wrong for us to go to church with police guarding us in secular Nigeria, while the aggressors conveniently and peacefully pray without any disturbance in some cases blocking the road. Of course 2 or 3 police men can do nothing to stop a bomber or a gang of blood sucking fundamentalists.
All those using poverty as excuse are not been sincere because poverty is not the exclusive right of Hausa Fulani,kanji Moslems. Those shouting about lack of development should ask how many times the core north ruled this country. While poor christians struggled to train their children from menial jobs like house keeping, town services, selling a kara, the lazy northerners let lose their children to beg on the streets and highways in the name of almajiri only to turn terrorists.
However we see this or judge me....I just said the truth and you know it.
This is a country where Christians are attacked because of Danish cartoons, or worse still because Israel is fighting Lebanon or Gaza,as if Israel is a Christian nation? It is in this country that Moslems kill scores in our churches on Christmas day.....and as usual....government can do nothing....life goes on....I feel this is unfair,unjust,inhuman and unacceptable.imagine if the tide is turned during Ramadan would it be taken lightly? The pan Islamic Daily trust news group with their sensational pro jihadists columns would have stopped short of calling on massive supports from international moslem fundamental groups to come and avenge the genocide against their brethren. On the whole face of the earth yesterday, Nigeria is the only country that churches where bombed and Christians killed in their church. The defense of NEMA that bomb was on the Madalla high way and not in the church was an insult to dead.
Me think the Nigerian supreme council of Islamic affairs owes us a huge apology and commitment to bring this menace to an end, after all BH or no BH, the murderers are not pagans or Hindi or bhudists are they? Until Moslems face the threat we face in going to pray in our churches, until they are scared of going to mosque as we are of going to church, then the solution may be far. It is wrong for us to go to church with police guarding us in secular Nigeria, while the aggressors conveniently and peacefully pray without any disturbance in some cases blocking the road. Of course 2 or 3 police men can do nothing to stop a bomber or a gang of blood sucking fundamentalists.
All those using poverty as excuse are not been sincere because poverty is not the exclusive right of Hausa Fulani,kanji Moslems. Those shouting about lack of development should ask how many times the core north ruled this country. While poor christians struggled to train their children from menial jobs like house keeping, town services, selling a kara, the lazy northerners let lose their children to beg on the streets and highways in the name of almajiri only to turn terrorists.
However we see this or judge me....I just said the truth and you know it.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Another Christmas is Come
"Another Christmas is Come"
We are among the living by God's special grace to witness another Christmas. Merry Christmas, greetings to you in the name of God most high, ever living,ever faithful,ever merciful.
For those of us who believe in Christ, Jesus is not only the Reason for the Season, but the Very essence of our Being and Faith, therefore we must remain the salt of the earth,the light to all nations and be ready to carry our cross for the sake of our eternity.
For those who do not believe in Christ, humanity is in one of its most trying moments of religious disharmony, since the collapse of the communism and the end of cold war, the Ideological war has been replaced by a wave of religious acrimony especially in Africa, Asia and the middle east. Yet we know that God who is omnipotent to have created us will not be helpless to need man to fight for Him. Every man should therefore have the right to freedom of worship without discrimination.
For those who do not believe in God, man has fallaciously attained a state where science and technology seeks to make life so comfortable that God is seen absent. Few tribes and cultures remain pagans, but more people who were born in the faith especially in the developed world have replaced God with modernity.
Globalization has made the world a smaller village, yet humanity is more divided. If we had all put God at the centre of our existence, we would have been converging rather than diverging.
Jesus Christ whose birth we celebrate is a perfect example of the best of humanity. He gave up his glory to shed his blood as a price for mankind. The word became flesh and dwelled among us. He was the connector between the Law and Love, he is human ,yet divine.
At this Christmas like others in the past, we celebrate the birth of a child who came to reconcile man with God, but at this Christmas more than ever the world is bloodier, and our immediate environment is worse off. From the carnage caused by religious extremists and armed robbers, to economic deprivation facing many of our citizens, from denied access to quality and affordable health care to unpliable and accident prone roads, more Nigerians face the threat of extermination. The truth is that Nigeria may not be facing any external aggression but Nigeria is at war.The country is at war with itself, the citizens are killing themselves ,this is the return of investment in decades of corruption, maladministration,ignorance,docility and many other vices. We have more security agents but we are less secured. We have more schools but we are less enlightened, we have more money budgeted but we face infrastructural collapse. But worse of it, we live in an era when morality, charity, and respect for life are greatly eroded.
As we mark yet another Christmas amidst our greatest insecurity, we remember all our friends and relations in Jos, Bauchi, Maiduguri, Damaturu among many other places. Not that anywhere is security proof any more but these places have seen more bloody campaigns ,we turn to God the author and finisher of all for protection,safety,security and peace.
On behalf of Salvador, Cecy and myself, I am wishing you all in Credoworld a blessed and reassured Christmas. I pray to our Saviour to bless us all and keep us, to guard,guide and protect us and ours. May the love which the birth of the messiah brings never depart from us and our family. May God grant to us the wishes of our hearts. May He be merciful upon us and our country,restore peace and security;deliver us from any insensitive leadership and restore us back to the path of prosperity,progress, sustainable development and true reconciliation. May our children know the peace we knew as children without growing up in fear and a blood oozing society.
CredoChristmas,Merry Christmas!
Thank you.
Yours in Credo,
Sammy.
We are among the living by God's special grace to witness another Christmas. Merry Christmas, greetings to you in the name of God most high, ever living,ever faithful,ever merciful.
For those of us who believe in Christ, Jesus is not only the Reason for the Season, but the Very essence of our Being and Faith, therefore we must remain the salt of the earth,the light to all nations and be ready to carry our cross for the sake of our eternity.
For those who do not believe in Christ, humanity is in one of its most trying moments of religious disharmony, since the collapse of the communism and the end of cold war, the Ideological war has been replaced by a wave of religious acrimony especially in Africa, Asia and the middle east. Yet we know that God who is omnipotent to have created us will not be helpless to need man to fight for Him. Every man should therefore have the right to freedom of worship without discrimination.
For those who do not believe in God, man has fallaciously attained a state where science and technology seeks to make life so comfortable that God is seen absent. Few tribes and cultures remain pagans, but more people who were born in the faith especially in the developed world have replaced God with modernity.
Globalization has made the world a smaller village, yet humanity is more divided. If we had all put God at the centre of our existence, we would have been converging rather than diverging.
Jesus Christ whose birth we celebrate is a perfect example of the best of humanity. He gave up his glory to shed his blood as a price for mankind. The word became flesh and dwelled among us. He was the connector between the Law and Love, he is human ,yet divine.
At this Christmas like others in the past, we celebrate the birth of a child who came to reconcile man with God, but at this Christmas more than ever the world is bloodier, and our immediate environment is worse off. From the carnage caused by religious extremists and armed robbers, to economic deprivation facing many of our citizens, from denied access to quality and affordable health care to unpliable and accident prone roads, more Nigerians face the threat of extermination. The truth is that Nigeria may not be facing any external aggression but Nigeria is at war.The country is at war with itself, the citizens are killing themselves ,this is the return of investment in decades of corruption, maladministration,ignorance,docility and many other vices. We have more security agents but we are less secured. We have more schools but we are less enlightened, we have more money budgeted but we face infrastructural collapse. But worse of it, we live in an era when morality, charity, and respect for life are greatly eroded.
As we mark yet another Christmas amidst our greatest insecurity, we remember all our friends and relations in Jos, Bauchi, Maiduguri, Damaturu among many other places. Not that anywhere is security proof any more but these places have seen more bloody campaigns ,we turn to God the author and finisher of all for protection,safety,security and peace.
On behalf of Salvador, Cecy and myself, I am wishing you all in Credoworld a blessed and reassured Christmas. I pray to our Saviour to bless us all and keep us, to guard,guide and protect us and ours. May the love which the birth of the messiah brings never depart from us and our family. May God grant to us the wishes of our hearts. May He be merciful upon us and our country,restore peace and security;deliver us from any insensitive leadership and restore us back to the path of prosperity,progress, sustainable development and true reconciliation. May our children know the peace we knew as children without growing up in fear and a blood oozing society.
CredoChristmas,Merry Christmas!
Thank you.
Yours in Credo,
Sammy.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND REVOLUTION
THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND REVOLUTION
CredoWriters:Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
The year Two Thousand and Eleven will go down as one of the richest years in history. Students of history and historians,military tacticians, strategists,politicians, statesmen, diplomats, rescue workers, journalists, religious, royalty, health workers, financial experts, academics, researchers, scientists, trade unionists, human and civil rights activist; in fact all of us will remember the events of this year 2011 whether for good or bad, and even mixed.
In no particular order, from the Jasmine revolution in Tunisia which outsed Ben Ali and heralded the Arab spring that quickly spread to Egypt and forced out Mubarak. The bloodbath in Libya which resulted in the NATO incursion which only ended with the death of the brotherly king of kings, Col. Gadhafi, to the continuos blood shed in Syria and Yemen, Bahrain . There is no year in history compared to this when the quantity and quality of people across countries took their destiny in their own hands and dared death by taking on and confronting the status quo. In sub Saharan Africa, the year begun with the drama of the December 2010 election in Cote d Ivore which led to killings of Ivorians and the eventual capture of the then President Gbago who has now been transported to the Hague for trial.
Post election violence in Nigeria claimed hundreds of lives in Northern Nigeria following the Victory of Goodluck Jonathan in the Presidential elections. The boko harram bombings in Maiduguri graduated into daring bomb attacks in the capital Abuja, and other cities and villages. The independence of South Sudan and the tension between the two Sudans The famine in East Africa, the disputed elections in Congo, the elections in Liberia.
The royal wedding of Prince William and Kate on April 30th , the killing of Osama Bin Ladin in Pakistan the next day after 10 years on the run, the 10 years anniversary of the September 11th attacks,the tension between USA and Pakistan over terrorists. The end of hostilities by the Basque separatists ETA in Spain. The phone hacking scandal in the U.K.
In Asia, the Japanese tsunami in March and the nuclear disaster that followed at Fukushima plant, the rising water in Thailand. The beatification of Pope John Paul the great, the attack on the Pro Canterbury Anglicans in Zimbabwe.
The latest Euro crisis, which originated from the financial crises in countries like Greece, Spain, Italy, Portugal have exposed the failure of liberial economics and have led to massive demonstrations in western countries, the occupy wall street demonstrations, the London riots, the demonstrations in Russia after the December parliamentary elections. The Isreali-Hamas prisoner deal swap, the attack on British Embassy by Iranian students in Tehran.
The year 2011 is one not only full of history, but will greatly influence how the turn of events will be in the years to follow. From Economics to politics, security to environment, politics to diplomacy, 2011 is a major base year for actions and inaction.
What is key is that some fundamentals are non negotiable; freedom, economic prosperity, sensitive political decisions, pro people public policies, environmental preservation, security and protection. The lessons how ever is that the minority whether political,military or financial leaders; nationally or globally can not and should not continue to toy with the wishes of the people. No matter what it takes, the people are in real terms the sovereigns and they would demand for that which they gave their leaders to hold in trust for them.
Coming back home, we must not think that we are immuned from global happenings, the ruling class should not live in illusion for too long, they can choose to save the people the painful process of a revolution or continue to push their luck with unpopular policies that seek to continually improvish the millions of the already poor Nigerians. We live in fear of insecurity from terrorists and criminals, we live in fear of poor standard of living, we live in oppression by the people who were elected to serve us, squandering our resources to sustain their artificial lives, while expecting us to adjust to more bitter pills which have always failed .
How can a government which came to power promising to make Nigerians better be so bent on causing untold hardship? If the world bank and IMF are so good economic managers and advisers, why is Europe in crisis? If Goldman Sachs is so good, why did the sub prime lending crisis snowballed into a global economic meltdown. President Jonathan's romance with people from these institutions as his economic managers leaves bitter taste in the mouth of millions of our people who always bear the brunt of failed government policies. Ngozi is not a home grown economist but a mere agent of international capitalist order. Aganga is as downgraded as his Goldman Sachs which was just downgraded by Fitch. I have always argued that the price mechanism is a free radical that assumes any value , a magnified variable. However, if the President believes so much in it, let him deregulate the Aso Rock, raise internal revenue to run aso rock and withdraw public expenditure as a means of running the Presidential villa. They should collect tolls from visitors and entourages entering the villa. Make it a tourist attraction to generate revenue for the payment of workers in the villa.
Our lives as Nigerians ought to be more important than some meaningless neo liberial economic policies which hopes to save money from withdrawal of subsidies, money that will be wasted by corrupt politicians as always the case. We are more important than naira and kobo, when they spend billions to subsidize corruption, how comes it is the subsidy on fuel that is their major concern? Why didn't GEJ mention subsidy withdrawal as part of his electioneering promises earlier in the year? That makes it a fraud and deciet. How comes my former model Dr. Reuben Abati who had always written against this obnoxious government proposal ,finally comitted class suicide and joined the tiny click or cabal who have always held the nation by the throat? Why is Maku, the minister of information singing a different tune from what he sang during the anti-SAP riots? Is it because they all know as the case is, that they would never spend their money to pay for essentials and even luxuries? The government coffers is further plundered to cater for the expenses of serving and ex government officials and we all know that. Rather than sanitize the oil industry and prosecute the fat cats, the government is only window dressing, why can't our local refineries work? If the government can't take of a sector in their hands, is it by giving it up that they will be in control? To deregulate importation of fuel is not the same as deregulating the production or local refining of fuel. Is it not shamelessly shameful for Nigeria to import refined petroleum products from Ivory Coast, Senegal and even Niger in the making? What comparative advantages do these none oil producing countries have over Nigeria if not political will?
In 2011, the revolution may be far from us and only seen on our television screens and Internet, but unless the rulers make a clean break from their insensitivity, which I doubt any way, 2011 may just be the year in which the sleeping lion in the people is awaken into 2012. If the President feels he is a god who must have his way against public opinion and common sense, he should pause and see where gods before him like Mobutu, Ghadafi, Pinochet, and even Stalin ended. No man is bigger than his country, it was a mere unemployed Tunisian who set him blaze on the 17th of December 2010, to protest against his government's injustice and insensitivity. That singular move defined the greatest moments of 2011, let the pride of a regime which sees it's mandate as divine not drag us to a revolution which no one knows how it would end. The myth in Nigeria is that we can have a bloodless revolution, that is a fad. What ever happened to the maxim; vox populi, vox Dei?
CredoWriters:Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
The year Two Thousand and Eleven will go down as one of the richest years in history. Students of history and historians,military tacticians, strategists,politicians, statesmen, diplomats, rescue workers, journalists, religious, royalty, health workers, financial experts, academics, researchers, scientists, trade unionists, human and civil rights activist; in fact all of us will remember the events of this year 2011 whether for good or bad, and even mixed.
In no particular order, from the Jasmine revolution in Tunisia which outsed Ben Ali and heralded the Arab spring that quickly spread to Egypt and forced out Mubarak. The bloodbath in Libya which resulted in the NATO incursion which only ended with the death of the brotherly king of kings, Col. Gadhafi, to the continuos blood shed in Syria and Yemen, Bahrain . There is no year in history compared to this when the quantity and quality of people across countries took their destiny in their own hands and dared death by taking on and confronting the status quo. In sub Saharan Africa, the year begun with the drama of the December 2010 election in Cote d Ivore which led to killings of Ivorians and the eventual capture of the then President Gbago who has now been transported to the Hague for trial.
Post election violence in Nigeria claimed hundreds of lives in Northern Nigeria following the Victory of Goodluck Jonathan in the Presidential elections. The boko harram bombings in Maiduguri graduated into daring bomb attacks in the capital Abuja, and other cities and villages. The independence of South Sudan and the tension between the two Sudans The famine in East Africa, the disputed elections in Congo, the elections in Liberia.
The royal wedding of Prince William and Kate on April 30th , the killing of Osama Bin Ladin in Pakistan the next day after 10 years on the run, the 10 years anniversary of the September 11th attacks,the tension between USA and Pakistan over terrorists. The end of hostilities by the Basque separatists ETA in Spain. The phone hacking scandal in the U.K.
In Asia, the Japanese tsunami in March and the nuclear disaster that followed at Fukushima plant, the rising water in Thailand. The beatification of Pope John Paul the great, the attack on the Pro Canterbury Anglicans in Zimbabwe.
The latest Euro crisis, which originated from the financial crises in countries like Greece, Spain, Italy, Portugal have exposed the failure of liberial economics and have led to massive demonstrations in western countries, the occupy wall street demonstrations, the London riots, the demonstrations in Russia after the December parliamentary elections. The Isreali-Hamas prisoner deal swap, the attack on British Embassy by Iranian students in Tehran.
The year 2011 is one not only full of history, but will greatly influence how the turn of events will be in the years to follow. From Economics to politics, security to environment, politics to diplomacy, 2011 is a major base year for actions and inaction.
What is key is that some fundamentals are non negotiable; freedom, economic prosperity, sensitive political decisions, pro people public policies, environmental preservation, security and protection. The lessons how ever is that the minority whether political,military or financial leaders; nationally or globally can not and should not continue to toy with the wishes of the people. No matter what it takes, the people are in real terms the sovereigns and they would demand for that which they gave their leaders to hold in trust for them.
Coming back home, we must not think that we are immuned from global happenings, the ruling class should not live in illusion for too long, they can choose to save the people the painful process of a revolution or continue to push their luck with unpopular policies that seek to continually improvish the millions of the already poor Nigerians. We live in fear of insecurity from terrorists and criminals, we live in fear of poor standard of living, we live in oppression by the people who were elected to serve us, squandering our resources to sustain their artificial lives, while expecting us to adjust to more bitter pills which have always failed .
How can a government which came to power promising to make Nigerians better be so bent on causing untold hardship? If the world bank and IMF are so good economic managers and advisers, why is Europe in crisis? If Goldman Sachs is so good, why did the sub prime lending crisis snowballed into a global economic meltdown. President Jonathan's romance with people from these institutions as his economic managers leaves bitter taste in the mouth of millions of our people who always bear the brunt of failed government policies. Ngozi is not a home grown economist but a mere agent of international capitalist order. Aganga is as downgraded as his Goldman Sachs which was just downgraded by Fitch. I have always argued that the price mechanism is a free radical that assumes any value , a magnified variable. However, if the President believes so much in it, let him deregulate the Aso Rock, raise internal revenue to run aso rock and withdraw public expenditure as a means of running the Presidential villa. They should collect tolls from visitors and entourages entering the villa. Make it a tourist attraction to generate revenue for the payment of workers in the villa.
Our lives as Nigerians ought to be more important than some meaningless neo liberial economic policies which hopes to save money from withdrawal of subsidies, money that will be wasted by corrupt politicians as always the case. We are more important than naira and kobo, when they spend billions to subsidize corruption, how comes it is the subsidy on fuel that is their major concern? Why didn't GEJ mention subsidy withdrawal as part of his electioneering promises earlier in the year? That makes it a fraud and deciet. How comes my former model Dr. Reuben Abati who had always written against this obnoxious government proposal ,finally comitted class suicide and joined the tiny click or cabal who have always held the nation by the throat? Why is Maku, the minister of information singing a different tune from what he sang during the anti-SAP riots? Is it because they all know as the case is, that they would never spend their money to pay for essentials and even luxuries? The government coffers is further plundered to cater for the expenses of serving and ex government officials and we all know that. Rather than sanitize the oil industry and prosecute the fat cats, the government is only window dressing, why can't our local refineries work? If the government can't take of a sector in their hands, is it by giving it up that they will be in control? To deregulate importation of fuel is not the same as deregulating the production or local refining of fuel. Is it not shamelessly shameful for Nigeria to import refined petroleum products from Ivory Coast, Senegal and even Niger in the making? What comparative advantages do these none oil producing countries have over Nigeria if not political will?
In 2011, the revolution may be far from us and only seen on our television screens and Internet, but unless the rulers make a clean break from their insensitivity, which I doubt any way, 2011 may just be the year in which the sleeping lion in the people is awaken into 2012. If the President feels he is a god who must have his way against public opinion and common sense, he should pause and see where gods before him like Mobutu, Ghadafi, Pinochet, and even Stalin ended. No man is bigger than his country, it was a mere unemployed Tunisian who set him blaze on the 17th of December 2010, to protest against his government's injustice and insensitivity. That singular move defined the greatest moments of 2011, let the pride of a regime which sees it's mandate as divine not drag us to a revolution which no one knows how it would end. The myth in Nigeria is that we can have a bloodless revolution, that is a fad. What ever happened to the maxim; vox populi, vox Dei?
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Even Generals go on Retreat; why can’t we?
CredoWriters:Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
We fight many battles in a war or fight one war on many fronts. We advance and attack, defend when we are attacked. We go into wars with or without reconnaissance and the enemy may be better equipped with more sophistication. Some of our wars are as old as we are or older in some cases than we are. Daily we go into one battle or the other, we win some and loose others, and we are still fighting some. For every time we dislodge the enemy and gain ground we celebrate, for the unfortunate times the enemy forces over run our positions we either withdraw or are caught and held captive; Prisoner of Wars!
We assault and attack, we defend, we withdraw and sometimes we surrender, but the crux is we hardly on our own go on retreats. We either are too confident in pushing our perimeter forward until we go into the desert or snow; or we are too scared by withdrawing from our S-line (positions) at H-hour. Some times we are forced to remain locked in battles with casualties without knowing when we should have retreated to re-launch, to retreat and re-strategize. Even when we are winning on one front, do we replicate our winning formula on all fronts? When our enemies advance against our positions we flee in fright or we are caught napping and unprepared. For the times we are engaged in endless battles , it may be difficult and dangerous to beat a retreat but if only we had earlier on taken a retreat to map out strategies on how to change tactics when the one we are using is not working; like cutting the enemy from the flanks if frontal assault is not effective. An earlier retreat would have helped us to decide when to use a spear head formation or a diamond head formation, when to go on caterpillar movement or leap frogging movement.
Simply put, to retreat is to go back to our trenches and take stock with the aim of improving. It can be a movement away from danger or a period of seclusion away from normal activities devoted to prayer and meditation. For this purpose it is a period of quiet rest and contemplation in a secluded place. Going on retreat enables us to consolidate on our gains and correct or errors. It helps us to eliminate our weaknesses and build on our strengths. When we retreat during life’s battle we will look at the formula making others to succeed and those hampering our own success. It allows us to look at our own superior fire power with the aim of innovating and improving even before we become obsolete. Retreat gives us a break from life’s vicissitudes with the aim of refreshing us mentally and physically to produce better formidable plans and actions.
Life is like war, we win, loose or remain in battle. It is best for us to win, worst for us to loose. As we win one battle we move to another battle until we win or loose the war. Some wars are won after fighting many battles, but some times one crucial battle determines the whole war. Whether we win or loose the war in our lives depends on how well we plan and execute the most significant battles in our life’s war. Most times though we are busy fighting the many battles of life without looking back to see if our methods are effective. A retreat today will assist us to change the course of our war; we may choose to earn salaries or advance to become entrepreneurs in our quest for financial emancipation. We may be loosing on emotional front due to pride or miscommunication and only a retreat will change our pride to humility and open up our communication line. Our spirituality may be a long range war with futile mortar when what we need is to propel a rocket or artillery; this we can only discover when we go on a retreat.
Living on earth with its complexities is like a soldier who though knows the danger of war can not but help to mobilize and meet his enemy at the battle field. He knows the danger of been attacked on his home front. When he meets the enemy at the battle field the best bet is to prepare his escape route even before the bugle is sounded and the worst is to blow his trumpet of victory far away from home; than to be crushed within his walls with no chance for his family to escape.
To know when to advance, attack, or withdraw; even when to surrender the soldier must have first gone on retreat. Retreat helps you avoid a surprise if you can’t win you will know when to withdraw. The best is for you to win, the worst is to reach a truce but not to be defeated out rightly. And that is the only way to make us rediscover ourselves.
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We fight many battles in a war or fight one war on many fronts. We advance and attack, defend when we are attacked. We go into wars with or without reconnaissance and the enemy may be better equipped with more sophistication. Some of our wars are as old as we are or older in some cases than we are. Daily we go into one battle or the other, we win some and loose others, and we are still fighting some. For every time we dislodge the enemy and gain ground we celebrate, for the unfortunate times the enemy forces over run our positions we either withdraw or are caught and held captive; Prisoner of Wars!
We assault and attack, we defend, we withdraw and sometimes we surrender, but the crux is we hardly on our own go on retreats. We either are too confident in pushing our perimeter forward until we go into the desert or snow; or we are too scared by withdrawing from our S-line (positions) at H-hour. Some times we are forced to remain locked in battles with casualties without knowing when we should have retreated to re-launch, to retreat and re-strategize. Even when we are winning on one front, do we replicate our winning formula on all fronts? When our enemies advance against our positions we flee in fright or we are caught napping and unprepared. For the times we are engaged in endless battles , it may be difficult and dangerous to beat a retreat but if only we had earlier on taken a retreat to map out strategies on how to change tactics when the one we are using is not working; like cutting the enemy from the flanks if frontal assault is not effective. An earlier retreat would have helped us to decide when to use a spear head formation or a diamond head formation, when to go on caterpillar movement or leap frogging movement.
Simply put, to retreat is to go back to our trenches and take stock with the aim of improving. It can be a movement away from danger or a period of seclusion away from normal activities devoted to prayer and meditation. For this purpose it is a period of quiet rest and contemplation in a secluded place. Going on retreat enables us to consolidate on our gains and correct or errors. It helps us to eliminate our weaknesses and build on our strengths. When we retreat during life’s battle we will look at the formula making others to succeed and those hampering our own success. It allows us to look at our own superior fire power with the aim of innovating and improving even before we become obsolete. Retreat gives us a break from life’s vicissitudes with the aim of refreshing us mentally and physically to produce better formidable plans and actions.
Life is like war, we win, loose or remain in battle. It is best for us to win, worst for us to loose. As we win one battle we move to another battle until we win or loose the war. Some wars are won after fighting many battles, but some times one crucial battle determines the whole war. Whether we win or loose the war in our lives depends on how well we plan and execute the most significant battles in our life’s war. Most times though we are busy fighting the many battles of life without looking back to see if our methods are effective. A retreat today will assist us to change the course of our war; we may choose to earn salaries or advance to become entrepreneurs in our quest for financial emancipation. We may be loosing on emotional front due to pride or miscommunication and only a retreat will change our pride to humility and open up our communication line. Our spirituality may be a long range war with futile mortar when what we need is to propel a rocket or artillery; this we can only discover when we go on a retreat.
Living on earth with its complexities is like a soldier who though knows the danger of war can not but help to mobilize and meet his enemy at the battle field. He knows the danger of been attacked on his home front. When he meets the enemy at the battle field the best bet is to prepare his escape route even before the bugle is sounded and the worst is to blow his trumpet of victory far away from home; than to be crushed within his walls with no chance for his family to escape.
To know when to advance, attack, or withdraw; even when to surrender the soldier must have first gone on retreat. Retreat helps you avoid a surprise if you can’t win you will know when to withdraw. The best is for you to win, the worst is to reach a truce but not to be defeated out rightly. And that is the only way to make us rediscover ourselves.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Do you see anything to smile about?
CredoWriters: Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
Look at the violence in Jos, Bauchi and Maiduguri; do you see anything to smile about?
What about the spate of bombings, kidnapping and general insecurity in the country, is there anything to smile about?
Ask those who eat hunger and wear nakedness, do you think they will have anything to smile about?
Look at the increasing rate of graduate employment, imagine the non-graduates’ fate. Look at the numbers involved in child labour and slavery; do you see anything to smile about?
What about the incessant labour strike and fuel scarcity/price hike? Diesel and kerosene have soared beyond the reach of small scale businesses the masses, how can there be anything to smile about?
Look at the conditions of our refineries, textiles, agriculture and industries; what do you see to smile about?
Can you calculate the elasticity of corruption in Nigeria and truly tell the President we have news to smile about?
What about the murders, unresolved assassinations, robberies and frauds, mass illiteracy and wanton destruction of lives and properties?
How about the religious crises in the North, militancy in the South, Ritual killings in the East, Thuggery in the West and cut neck rents in Abuja. Is there anything to smile about?
Look at the plight of our citizenry and the living conditions of our people. Look at Benin-Ore-Lagos Express way, Ilorin-Jebba-Mokwa road, and other roads in the country, the sorry state of our power sector draining billions of dollars with little result, the insensitive public holders, the unrepentant corrupt civil servants, and the porous nature of our land and sea borders, do you see anything to smile about?
How about the decay in our educational sector? The collapse of public education and the mercantilism in the private education. Tell me the condition of our health care facilities, the failure of an efficient transport system and the slums called homes, what is there to smile about?
Look at the subversion of the state, the monster called terrorism, the evil called nepotism and the menace of exploitation. Look at the condition of our police stations and the caliber of our security agencies, what is there to smile about?
Look at food security or is it insecurity, the bastardization of our budget implementation and the ineffectiveness of project implementations, do you see anything to smile about?
We can’t sleep peacefully at home, walk fearlessly on the streets, work without fear at our offices and travel safely on the road?
What really is our heritage if we can’t find anything to smile about?
Look at the violence in Jos, Bauchi and Maiduguri; do you see anything to smile about?
What about the spate of bombings, kidnapping and general insecurity in the country, is there anything to smile about?
Ask those who eat hunger and wear nakedness, do you think they will have anything to smile about?
Look at the increasing rate of graduate employment, imagine the non-graduates’ fate. Look at the numbers involved in child labour and slavery; do you see anything to smile about?
What about the incessant labour strike and fuel scarcity/price hike? Diesel and kerosene have soared beyond the reach of small scale businesses the masses, how can there be anything to smile about?
Look at the conditions of our refineries, textiles, agriculture and industries; what do you see to smile about?
Can you calculate the elasticity of corruption in Nigeria and truly tell the President we have news to smile about?
What about the murders, unresolved assassinations, robberies and frauds, mass illiteracy and wanton destruction of lives and properties?
How about the religious crises in the North, militancy in the South, Ritual killings in the East, Thuggery in the West and cut neck rents in Abuja. Is there anything to smile about?
Look at the plight of our citizenry and the living conditions of our people. Look at Benin-Ore-Lagos Express way, Ilorin-Jebba-Mokwa road, and other roads in the country, the sorry state of our power sector draining billions of dollars with little result, the insensitive public holders, the unrepentant corrupt civil servants, and the porous nature of our land and sea borders, do you see anything to smile about?
How about the decay in our educational sector? The collapse of public education and the mercantilism in the private education. Tell me the condition of our health care facilities, the failure of an efficient transport system and the slums called homes, what is there to smile about?
Look at the subversion of the state, the monster called terrorism, the evil called nepotism and the menace of exploitation. Look at the condition of our police stations and the caliber of our security agencies, what is there to smile about?
Look at food security or is it insecurity, the bastardization of our budget implementation and the ineffectiveness of project implementations, do you see anything to smile about?
We can’t sleep peacefully at home, walk fearlessly on the streets, work without fear at our offices and travel safely on the road?
What really is our heritage if we can’t find anything to smile about?
THE DEAD ALSO SING
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen
THE DEAD ALSO SING
Blood in the community's eyes
this time again
why the wailing?
At the sound of the cathedral bells
Last night
the moon hid in shame
as humans were robbed
by "tiny" of their immunity.
How the priest will eulogize
at this requiem?
It's a shame that the sun had to run away
like a coward, never heard of that.
For man only to go and find succour
his wife couldn't provide
he swam between another's thighs,
and for himself won "tiny"
The lady, ever untired
of Adam's sons playing soccer in her pitch.
"tiny" refused going home after the league.
And so, Africa our beloved
this day is drained.
Strong sons cum daughters
reduced to vegetables
rotting little at a time
pending when the gardener weeds them away.
For "tiny" has sworn
'Am too strong to be killed'
rather man's immunity it kills
What an irony
back to the cathedral where once their heads were dipped at baptism in water
are brought back this time; for last rites.
The founders of this cathedral who we, they warned
to neither adulterate nor fornicate
exported to us, "tiny"
the very product of their immorality.
Where then our salvation lies Africa?
If only we were self sufficient, that everything from them we imported.
Not satisfied, we have imported "tiny de HIV"
Everlasting balance of trade deficit.
Who the soil would till?
who for us the woods pick?
of hunger our cattle would die?
the aged and the infants no one is spared?
From a distant land
a song
a land no one returns
not even with lion's majesty
no one returns from
This song is heard;
Let Africa with ears to the ground
Listen and again listen well or her map, away be wiped
THE DEAD ALSO SING
Blood in the community's eyes
this time again
why the wailing?
At the sound of the cathedral bells
Last night
the moon hid in shame
as humans were robbed
by "tiny" of their immunity.
How the priest will eulogize
at this requiem?
It's a shame that the sun had to run away
like a coward, never heard of that.
For man only to go and find succour
his wife couldn't provide
he swam between another's thighs,
and for himself won "tiny"
The lady, ever untired
of Adam's sons playing soccer in her pitch.
"tiny" refused going home after the league.
And so, Africa our beloved
this day is drained.
Strong sons cum daughters
reduced to vegetables
rotting little at a time
pending when the gardener weeds them away.
For "tiny" has sworn
'Am too strong to be killed'
rather man's immunity it kills
What an irony
back to the cathedral where once their heads were dipped at baptism in water
are brought back this time; for last rites.
The founders of this cathedral who we, they warned
to neither adulterate nor fornicate
exported to us, "tiny"
the very product of their immorality.
Where then our salvation lies Africa?
If only we were self sufficient, that everything from them we imported.
Not satisfied, we have imported "tiny de HIV"
Everlasting balance of trade deficit.
Who the soil would till?
who for us the woods pick?
of hunger our cattle would die?
the aged and the infants no one is spared?
From a distant land
a song
a land no one returns
not even with lion's majesty
no one returns from
This song is heard;
Let Africa with ears to the ground
Listen and again listen well or her map, away be wiped
Miss Brown
CredoPoets: Wakdok,Samuel Stephen
For a quiver full of
Arrows
I bare my chest as a stone.
Pierce my heart
For life without your seductive love
Is sin without temptation.
You are now as rude as a bear,
Since I have turned as ugly as sin.
If I am as silly as a goose
I have made you more bitter than gall.
You, who was sweeter than honey,
Once supple as swan.
Now is like vinegar. Sour!
I beg for a beam of light
From once your graceful face.
Even a crust of bread
Holds more value to you.
Like a troop of lion will pounce on a lamb.
I stand unarmed at your anger,
For a quiver full of arrows
My heart as weak as water.
For life without you
Is a gust of wind
A hail of fire
Life without your love
Is sin without temptation.
Vain.
For a quiver full of
Arrows
I bare my chest as a stone.
Pierce my heart
For life without your seductive love
Is sin without temptation.
You are now as rude as a bear,
Since I have turned as ugly as sin.
If I am as silly as a goose
I have made you more bitter than gall.
You, who was sweeter than honey,
Once supple as swan.
Now is like vinegar. Sour!
I beg for a beam of light
From once your graceful face.
Even a crust of bread
Holds more value to you.
Like a troop of lion will pounce on a lamb.
I stand unarmed at your anger,
For a quiver full of arrows
My heart as weak as water.
For life without you
Is a gust of wind
A hail of fire
Life without your love
Is sin without temptation.
Vain.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
LOVE POEMS
THE WOMEN IN MY LIFE
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
I love you forever / that was the introductory postulation/in her essay to me
Words so softly spoken/ message deeply passed/ meaning which brings nostalgia
I love you forever/ when I walked through the door/ I expected her to run after me.
She is calm and calm she remained
You lied to me she yelped/ you said you loved me but you lied
Fight for me if you love me, I barked
No, I won't fight for you she echoed/ Because you will always be mine
I won't fight for you she retorted/ I will instead die for you she wrapped up
You Are my Best
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
Dust and rust and even cobweb/ you brought your brush and sponge and broom/ and I am immaculate again
I am pristine and lively again
My crooked hands you straightened
my broken heart you darned
my trust you resuscitated
You reboot my heart
and make me whole again
you kick start my smiles and make me alive
you are my Best
The Poet's Heaven
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
You give life to my passion and soul to my love.
Your manicured fingers travel the circumference of my body spreading flames only your tongue can quench.
You give waves to my emotion.
The sensation of your naive body taste like a supper of lamb.
Tender, sweet and undefiled.
What a crystal oasis of erotic magnet.
Draped in form so sensual and viscious.
You Sensualise my Being
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
I long to sleep even when I wake at day
Because I want to be with you in my dreams
I want to play my guitar on your nipples and sing your love
At night when I ought to sleep I wake all night
Thinking of you and how you hold me captive
My brains and my heart and my loins think of you alone and your sweetness.
I see you in the surface of the water when I bath
I hear you in the sound of my car engine
I talk to you on my car stereo
I listen to you from the breeze the trees blow.
Love has come our away
Now that the love has rekindled
What are we going to do with our love?
You sensualise my being
TRADEMARK
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
She wants a poem I offer passion to make her heart beat
She blows a kiss I send flowers to make her life more beautiful
She sends a smile I transport watts of funk to make her life joyful
Then her eyes looked me still and my lips found hers
I locked her eyes in mine and let my lips feel hers
I allow my hands to go from the crown of her hair to the sole of her feet
I explore the beauty she is and comb the paradise she always is
I savour the sensation of her body and dwell on the beauty of her mind
My lips take over from her my hands, and then the two work in tandem
My lips, my fingers, then my lips and my fingers.
I feel her softness then press into her sweetness
I peep into her softness and devour her sensuousness.
I see the beauty I always dream of; and also feel the love that is beautiful
I touch the bosom that makes me warm, and then warm the bosom I love.
In my ear the drums of her laughter sound so loud and near
She is happy and I want her happiness to grow
I make her come close to my body, and closer in my heart
I want to make her feel loved and loved till she bid the cosmos farewell
I will be on the other side loving her as I do now
She wants a poem but gets the sweetest love of her life
She blows a kiss and I kiss the breath off her lungs until she breathes me.
She is sensational and full of rage
The rage to love and be loved is her trademark
Sweet Fire
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
I have soaked my self in fuel and drenched my feelings in coal.
My lips are on fire for you, come Mr. Fire Fighter and quench my fire.
You have to go beyond my toungue because the fire is spreading faster to my throat.
Oh Kiss me deeper and rescue me from this fire I have set myself on.
Let your extinguisher speed pass the walls of my throat and the cups of my breast.
Hurry up before the fire burns up the linen and eats me up.
I set myself on fire for you and you must not let me burn to ashes.
The fire is all over me, Mr. Fire fighter do you want me to die a girl?
Come right inside of me and put out this fire for the fire is deep inside of me.
This is no ordinary fire and not just anyone can put out this fire,
I set this fire for you
Hurry, come put out this fire.
Oh Sweet Fire!
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
I love you forever / that was the introductory postulation/in her essay to me
Words so softly spoken/ message deeply passed/ meaning which brings nostalgia
I love you forever/ when I walked through the door/ I expected her to run after me.
She is calm and calm she remained
You lied to me she yelped/ you said you loved me but you lied
Fight for me if you love me, I barked
No, I won't fight for you she echoed/ Because you will always be mine
I won't fight for you she retorted/ I will instead die for you she wrapped up
You Are my Best
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
Dust and rust and even cobweb/ you brought your brush and sponge and broom/ and I am immaculate again
I am pristine and lively again
My crooked hands you straightened
my broken heart you darned
my trust you resuscitated
You reboot my heart
and make me whole again
you kick start my smiles and make me alive
you are my Best
The Poet's Heaven
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
You give life to my passion and soul to my love.
Your manicured fingers travel the circumference of my body spreading flames only your tongue can quench.
You give waves to my emotion.
The sensation of your naive body taste like a supper of lamb.
Tender, sweet and undefiled.
What a crystal oasis of erotic magnet.
Draped in form so sensual and viscious.
You Sensualise my Being
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
I long to sleep even when I wake at day
Because I want to be with you in my dreams
I want to play my guitar on your nipples and sing your love
At night when I ought to sleep I wake all night
Thinking of you and how you hold me captive
My brains and my heart and my loins think of you alone and your sweetness.
I see you in the surface of the water when I bath
I hear you in the sound of my car engine
I talk to you on my car stereo
I listen to you from the breeze the trees blow.
Love has come our away
Now that the love has rekindled
What are we going to do with our love?
You sensualise my being
TRADEMARK
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
She wants a poem I offer passion to make her heart beat
She blows a kiss I send flowers to make her life more beautiful
She sends a smile I transport watts of funk to make her life joyful
Then her eyes looked me still and my lips found hers
I locked her eyes in mine and let my lips feel hers
I allow my hands to go from the crown of her hair to the sole of her feet
I explore the beauty she is and comb the paradise she always is
I savour the sensation of her body and dwell on the beauty of her mind
My lips take over from her my hands, and then the two work in tandem
My lips, my fingers, then my lips and my fingers.
I feel her softness then press into her sweetness
I peep into her softness and devour her sensuousness.
I see the beauty I always dream of; and also feel the love that is beautiful
I touch the bosom that makes me warm, and then warm the bosom I love.
In my ear the drums of her laughter sound so loud and near
She is happy and I want her happiness to grow
I make her come close to my body, and closer in my heart
I want to make her feel loved and loved till she bid the cosmos farewell
I will be on the other side loving her as I do now
She wants a poem but gets the sweetest love of her life
She blows a kiss and I kiss the breath off her lungs until she breathes me.
She is sensational and full of rage
The rage to love and be loved is her trademark
Sweet Fire
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
I have soaked my self in fuel and drenched my feelings in coal.
My lips are on fire for you, come Mr. Fire Fighter and quench my fire.
You have to go beyond my toungue because the fire is spreading faster to my throat.
Oh Kiss me deeper and rescue me from this fire I have set myself on.
Let your extinguisher speed pass the walls of my throat and the cups of my breast.
Hurry up before the fire burns up the linen and eats me up.
I set myself on fire for you and you must not let me burn to ashes.
The fire is all over me, Mr. Fire fighter do you want me to die a girl?
Come right inside of me and put out this fire for the fire is deep inside of me.
This is no ordinary fire and not just anyone can put out this fire,
I set this fire for you
Hurry, come put out this fire.
Oh Sweet Fire!
I CALL YOUR NAME IN MY HEART
CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
My lips still long to
Kiss the freshness of your breath
This draws its fountain from the sweetness of your soul
My lips find solace in you.
My eyes still quest for your
Seduction, which confines my liberty
Into a verve of your love
I am insatiable!
Starved of your desire
If I am your lover it is not become I am a poet
If I am a poet, it is because I am first your lover.
Your love makes temptation delightful
Your lust only makes infidelity gorgeous
I once sewed my heart to the gown of your bosomy
Your bosom is your heart to me
Your heart is your bosom to me
They both are my dwelling and glee
They are my abode and my contentment; one and same to me.
I chose the dangerous flame of infatuation to
Explore the fathomlessness of your love
I love; lust, then I love you again and again
Now that the thread which sews my heart and yearnings
To yours, is left hanging on the lintel of my lonely window
My lips still long to kiss your sweetness, presented in the
Freshness of your breath
If I loved another’s beloved
It is not because I am a philanderer
It is because that another’s beloved is you.
You make temptation delightful.
My lips still long to
Kiss the freshness of your breath
This draws its fountain from the sweetness of your soul
My lips find solace in you.
My eyes still quest for your
Seduction, which confines my liberty
Into a verve of your love
I am insatiable!
Starved of your desire
If I am your lover it is not become I am a poet
If I am a poet, it is because I am first your lover.
Your love makes temptation delightful
Your lust only makes infidelity gorgeous
I once sewed my heart to the gown of your bosomy
Your bosom is your heart to me
Your heart is your bosom to me
They both are my dwelling and glee
They are my abode and my contentment; one and same to me.
I chose the dangerous flame of infatuation to
Explore the fathomlessness of your love
I love; lust, then I love you again and again
Now that the thread which sews my heart and yearnings
To yours, is left hanging on the lintel of my lonely window
My lips still long to kiss your sweetness, presented in the
Freshness of your breath
If I loved another’s beloved
It is not because I am a philanderer
It is because that another’s beloved is you.
You make temptation delightful.
“51 YEARS OF INDEPENDENCE; OF DRUMS OR FUNERALS?”
CredoWriters: Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
The boy's funeral has been arranged while he is still alive. The Girl's funeral is been deliberated before she gets the chance to consummate her wedding. The baby is just entering the world and no one is sure if its funeral will not outlive the few days of its existence. The men and women know that they must watch as their funeral is organized. No one knows when, it may be sooner than rumoured, it could be now and it can take a while but something is certain; there is a funeral in the offing. That is so sad! Ordinarily no one is happy at a funeral except witches and wizards but ironically in this situation the victims are not only helpless but some are culpable.
The funeral started when he went to school and could not pass his exams because the schools are either under funded or the teachers are not qualified. Money meant for education is diverted by selfish government officials and their assistants. Now the students have seen the futility in reading hard because hard work is tantamount to failure, it is easier to cheat and pass. Even when you read you will not pass, that is the curriculum we have these days. The government itself is not only confused but maliciously wicked. They toy from UPE to UBE; they do not know whether to use 6-3-3-4 or 9-3-4 and some cases they tinker with 6-5-4. They sold the government schools and paralyzed the Unity schools they couldn't sell. They starve the public universities with funds and establish their own private universities. No country in this world has an ex President as the owner of a private university. In Nigeria an Ex President whose tenure witnessed some of the most protracted industrial actions in the Ivory towers owns a private university; his vice owns an American University . All those who went to free government schools are the ones insisting students must pay tuition, those who studied on government scholarships have returned and removed the ladder so that others can’t climb. Rather they have acquired fraudulent wealth to send their children abroad and have reserved special employments for their offspring even unborn.
Her funeral started immediately she walked in to the medical centre that looked like a garage. Packed with dusts and outdated instruments, she can not even deliver safely in a tertiary hospital not to talk of a primary health care centre. Yet those who claim to serve her interest run abroad for head ache and even bottom ache. A sitting Vice President who was campaigning to become the President strained his leg and was rushed abroad for treatment. He came back on clutches and was received at the airport like a man who has won an Olympic gold medal.
Their funerals began when the security agents failed to curb the web of violence. Their houses were razed down in Jos and bombs thrown at them in Maiduguri , Suleja and Abuja . They were killed in Bauchi, kaduna , Katsina for an election that now holds no promise for the future; they died in vain while those who they died for live in vanity of opulence. They are kidnapped in the East and South and ransome demanded; some are used for rituals even in the West and North. The Police who should protect them had their headquarters bombed in broad day light, so they people may as well run to the gangs for help. The National security adviser said verbatim that they were not prepared to fight terrorism, if that was a true confession the shocker came when he said they couldn’t prepare for a situation they did not have. But couldn’t they have envisaged it? What is planning if not against the future whether good or bad? When in 2001 terrorism took a central stage in global affairs, Nigeria opted out of the world if not why will the security arm see no need in preparing for what was spreading like wild fire, despite of the vulnerability of our location, population and composition.
The economy has been on life support, we know that soonest unless by miracle we will march at our own funeral. They read out nominal growth figures while we count real decline. They read out politics of numbers while we see the sociology of underdevelopment. Poverty used to stare at us from a far, scared that she will be eradicated or even alleviated; suddenly poverty pokes at us in the eyes and even puts her dirty fingers in our nostrils. There are many funerals to go round and I am sure we have the need to hire more people to meet up the demand for our funerals.
For sure black out will not have a funeral despite all the billions spent in over hauling the power sector; instead darkness will be the special guest of honour at the funeral of a people who ordinarily should have sent power failure to its grave. They want to increase power tariff by 50-100%, which is paying more for darkness. Now they are proposing a 200% increase for the cost of fuel from N65 to N200 in the name of deregulation. They are tired of subsidizing the cost of fuel but never tired of subsidizing corruption, for it is corruption that has prevented our refineries from working or we building new ones. Therefore all of us, our funeral commenced when we adopted corruption as the official language of government. It is our bane and as Simon Kolawole succinctly puts it; “we have the whole sale and retail corruption”. Whole sale corruption is for the big boys and big wigs and mega politicians, which we the smaller fish buy in retail measures from. The Big man collects the money and doesn’t execute the job, the medium man smiles when his is greased by the big man and also demands returns from the small man; then the small man who is into the retail corruption expects favours from the big man who he knows is profiteering even when he has not done any work to deserve a reward.
Government money in Nigeria is not only tempting but alluring. When people leave their foreign jobs, or their professional fields to accept government posts, it is not always for selflessness but because government fund in Nigeria is a sinking fund that will never be audited nor accounted for. It is not out of the butcher’s benevolence that we eat meat for dinner; it is called harmony of interest. Corruption in the police is the omen for indiscipline and indiscipline is what reinvigorates corruption. So the two reinforce themselves and have led the police to its impending funeral. A corporal has the audacity to tell the ASP that he has eaten N2, 000 out of the money he was due to remit, money of course from extortion. The Sergeant negotiates with the DSP that he can only afford to return N15, 000 weekly when the former asks for N30, 000 and they arrive at N20, 000. How can such men take orders from their superiors? Is anyone therefore surprised that the police can not effectively tackle crime?
The civil servants are no more servants, they are “uncivil lords” they descend on public funds with such an impudence that will make any one shudder. They steal out rightly from the treasure, or demand instant bribes, or inflate contracts, or divert budget allocations, or sell government privilege. 50 years of budgeting has not prevented this imminent funeral, because monies meant for education are found at people’s homes, monies meant for roads and other infrastructure are routed to people’s pockets, monies meant for security are secured in offshore accounts, monies meant for development have only made the few cabal richer at the expense of the citizens.
Now we live with freedom from unpleasant consequences and may die because of insecurity. The jobs are gone, those working are poorer, and to be entrepreneurial is a very Herculean task. They have set up an early committee to drop a bundle on the country’s 100 years of nationhood, but it takes almost half of the year for our budget to be passed, and hardly any early preparation for sectoral projects in education, health, or social amenities. We should rename nationhood to “nationwood”, because now more than ever the nation is in a bed of nails. Is Nigeria really a nation or a country of nationalities? Do we have drums to beat or funerals to mourn? Do we celebrate mass murder, rape, economic mismanagement, political brigandage, or a nation which we were told is on the brink and we denied.
We claim to bring peace to war torn nations but our nation is in a dearth of peace. We are talking of independence, it is not just enough to be independent from colonial rule when we are not independent from the woes that sweep across our land like a flying vulture. If anything, the people have always bore the brunt of a lapse from grace on the part of our leadership and government. My friend said that in Nigeria they campaign in poetry and rule in prose and I concur. For when a politician promises to build a bridge where there is no river, that is poetry; and when the electorates can not have a bridge to cross a real river that is prose. While they loot in billions and jeopardize the lives of millions in poetry, people are suffering and dying in prose. 51 years of independence where are the drums to celebrate? They have stolen everything and even the drums, meaning they have stolen the people’s happiness too.
After 51 years of independence and 97 years of existence Nigeria ought to have a place in the sun unfortunately the country is just like a pig in a poke due to failure of leadership and crass irresponsibility from the citizens. They had no shoes; now they own not only shoes but shoe companies while we are in need of feet. The best thing we can do as a people is to avert the funeral of this nation by any means possible and recover our drums of jubilation.
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The boy's funeral has been arranged while he is still alive. The Girl's funeral is been deliberated before she gets the chance to consummate her wedding. The baby is just entering the world and no one is sure if its funeral will not outlive the few days of its existence. The men and women know that they must watch as their funeral is organized. No one knows when, it may be sooner than rumoured, it could be now and it can take a while but something is certain; there is a funeral in the offing. That is so sad! Ordinarily no one is happy at a funeral except witches and wizards but ironically in this situation the victims are not only helpless but some are culpable.
The funeral started when he went to school and could not pass his exams because the schools are either under funded or the teachers are not qualified. Money meant for education is diverted by selfish government officials and their assistants. Now the students have seen the futility in reading hard because hard work is tantamount to failure, it is easier to cheat and pass. Even when you read you will not pass, that is the curriculum we have these days. The government itself is not only confused but maliciously wicked. They toy from UPE to UBE; they do not know whether to use 6-3-3-4 or 9-3-4 and some cases they tinker with 6-5-4. They sold the government schools and paralyzed the Unity schools they couldn't sell. They starve the public universities with funds and establish their own private universities. No country in this world has an ex President as the owner of a private university. In Nigeria an Ex President whose tenure witnessed some of the most protracted industrial actions in the Ivory towers owns a private university; his vice owns an American University . All those who went to free government schools are the ones insisting students must pay tuition, those who studied on government scholarships have returned and removed the ladder so that others can’t climb. Rather they have acquired fraudulent wealth to send their children abroad and have reserved special employments for their offspring even unborn.
Her funeral started immediately she walked in to the medical centre that looked like a garage. Packed with dusts and outdated instruments, she can not even deliver safely in a tertiary hospital not to talk of a primary health care centre. Yet those who claim to serve her interest run abroad for head ache and even bottom ache. A sitting Vice President who was campaigning to become the President strained his leg and was rushed abroad for treatment. He came back on clutches and was received at the airport like a man who has won an Olympic gold medal.
Their funerals began when the security agents failed to curb the web of violence. Their houses were razed down in Jos and bombs thrown at them in Maiduguri , Suleja and Abuja . They were killed in Bauchi, kaduna , Katsina for an election that now holds no promise for the future; they died in vain while those who they died for live in vanity of opulence. They are kidnapped in the East and South and ransome demanded; some are used for rituals even in the West and North. The Police who should protect them had their headquarters bombed in broad day light, so they people may as well run to the gangs for help. The National security adviser said verbatim that they were not prepared to fight terrorism, if that was a true confession the shocker came when he said they couldn’t prepare for a situation they did not have. But couldn’t they have envisaged it? What is planning if not against the future whether good or bad? When in 2001 terrorism took a central stage in global affairs, Nigeria opted out of the world if not why will the security arm see no need in preparing for what was spreading like wild fire, despite of the vulnerability of our location, population and composition.
The economy has been on life support, we know that soonest unless by miracle we will march at our own funeral. They read out nominal growth figures while we count real decline. They read out politics of numbers while we see the sociology of underdevelopment. Poverty used to stare at us from a far, scared that she will be eradicated or even alleviated; suddenly poverty pokes at us in the eyes and even puts her dirty fingers in our nostrils. There are many funerals to go round and I am sure we have the need to hire more people to meet up the demand for our funerals.
For sure black out will not have a funeral despite all the billions spent in over hauling the power sector; instead darkness will be the special guest of honour at the funeral of a people who ordinarily should have sent power failure to its grave. They want to increase power tariff by 50-100%, which is paying more for darkness. Now they are proposing a 200% increase for the cost of fuel from N65 to N200 in the name of deregulation. They are tired of subsidizing the cost of fuel but never tired of subsidizing corruption, for it is corruption that has prevented our refineries from working or we building new ones. Therefore all of us, our funeral commenced when we adopted corruption as the official language of government. It is our bane and as Simon Kolawole succinctly puts it; “we have the whole sale and retail corruption”. Whole sale corruption is for the big boys and big wigs and mega politicians, which we the smaller fish buy in retail measures from. The Big man collects the money and doesn’t execute the job, the medium man smiles when his is greased by the big man and also demands returns from the small man; then the small man who is into the retail corruption expects favours from the big man who he knows is profiteering even when he has not done any work to deserve a reward.
Government money in Nigeria is not only tempting but alluring. When people leave their foreign jobs, or their professional fields to accept government posts, it is not always for selflessness but because government fund in Nigeria is a sinking fund that will never be audited nor accounted for. It is not out of the butcher’s benevolence that we eat meat for dinner; it is called harmony of interest. Corruption in the police is the omen for indiscipline and indiscipline is what reinvigorates corruption. So the two reinforce themselves and have led the police to its impending funeral. A corporal has the audacity to tell the ASP that he has eaten N2, 000 out of the money he was due to remit, money of course from extortion. The Sergeant negotiates with the DSP that he can only afford to return N15, 000 weekly when the former asks for N30, 000 and they arrive at N20, 000. How can such men take orders from their superiors? Is anyone therefore surprised that the police can not effectively tackle crime?
The civil servants are no more servants, they are “uncivil lords” they descend on public funds with such an impudence that will make any one shudder. They steal out rightly from the treasure, or demand instant bribes, or inflate contracts, or divert budget allocations, or sell government privilege. 50 years of budgeting has not prevented this imminent funeral, because monies meant for education are found at people’s homes, monies meant for roads and other infrastructure are routed to people’s pockets, monies meant for security are secured in offshore accounts, monies meant for development have only made the few cabal richer at the expense of the citizens.
Now we live with freedom from unpleasant consequences and may die because of insecurity. The jobs are gone, those working are poorer, and to be entrepreneurial is a very Herculean task. They have set up an early committee to drop a bundle on the country’s 100 years of nationhood, but it takes almost half of the year for our budget to be passed, and hardly any early preparation for sectoral projects in education, health, or social amenities. We should rename nationhood to “nationwood”, because now more than ever the nation is in a bed of nails. Is Nigeria really a nation or a country of nationalities? Do we have drums to beat or funerals to mourn? Do we celebrate mass murder, rape, economic mismanagement, political brigandage, or a nation which we were told is on the brink and we denied.
We claim to bring peace to war torn nations but our nation is in a dearth of peace. We are talking of independence, it is not just enough to be independent from colonial rule when we are not independent from the woes that sweep across our land like a flying vulture. If anything, the people have always bore the brunt of a lapse from grace on the part of our leadership and government. My friend said that in Nigeria they campaign in poetry and rule in prose and I concur. For when a politician promises to build a bridge where there is no river, that is poetry; and when the electorates can not have a bridge to cross a real river that is prose. While they loot in billions and jeopardize the lives of millions in poetry, people are suffering and dying in prose. 51 years of independence where are the drums to celebrate? They have stolen everything and even the drums, meaning they have stolen the people’s happiness too.
After 51 years of independence and 97 years of existence Nigeria ought to have a place in the sun unfortunately the country is just like a pig in a poke due to failure of leadership and crass irresponsibility from the citizens. They had no shoes; now they own not only shoes but shoe companies while we are in need of feet. The best thing we can do as a people is to avert the funeral of this nation by any means possible and recover our drums of jubilation.
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