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Please fellow compatriots and especially the professionals in the house, can any organized institution run without a budget? Is it right for any institution to make expenses or appropriations beyond and outside the budget of such such institution? How do we explain expenditure beyond the budget of an organisation, institution or government in a fiscal year? Now why do I ask these questions above and why it is important that I get your answers to them? The Federal Government of Nigeria keeps making annual budgets which are turned into law by the processes of the legislature. These budgets have their sources of funding with benchmarks especially from the Crude Oil which is, as we are made to believe, the major source of funds for the country. Most of the time, these benchmarks are overshot and we have excesses. Whenever there is downward shift in the price of the Crude Oil, the budget will be rebased. Yes! But in recent times as in many years of our experience, we have not h

KEMKA S. IBEJI  You know I have grown with the pains of the experiences of our fathers, mothers, forefathers and maybe those who can be called now, our ancestors. These pains mostly were so irrational to be suffered by any human from any of his or her kind except from beasts, barbarians and cannibals. Most of the pictures of these times are gory and most of all very stupid. Dehumanising as they are to the sufferers, it is much more to their oppressors. Whenever I glance through some of those pictures, the scorn they raise in me develops so high and mighty that it quickly stifles jestful inclinations. It most hurriedly gets me mad and sore angered. Yes! They inflict beyond foolishness every iota of hate and anything worse. I may tear up my Bibles one day and perhaps encourage the Muslim folks to do same the Quran! Who are these idiots who came into our lands, destroyed our places of worth, values and worship stand therein all manner of mundane and immoral matter? Loo

Part 1 Friday June 5, 1998, was a cool bright day. Before we left the Villa, the Press Corps was informed that the leader of the Palestinian Liberation Organisation, Yasser Arafat, would be making a brief stop-over at the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport, Abuja, enroute Morocco. And he was expected to hold a brief discussion with the General Sani Abacha. We were therefore expected to be at the airport to cover the event on Sunday, June 7. It was a topical assignment in view of Nigeria's neutral position in the Middle East conflict. Besides, the rest of us were keen to meet Mr. Arafat, the man at the centre of the storm. That Sunday morning, the Press Corps headed for the airport to await the arrival of Yasser Arafat. We did not have to wait for too long before the Palestinian leader arrived, accompanied by a very modest delegation. President Arafat and General Abacha immediately went into private discussion at the VIP lounge of the Presidential wing of the airport. The Pre

Your power is amazing How you deal is still a mystery Your strength is a wonder How silent and so charming You refresh the past Bring it to life You wake the dead Bringing it to near life You win distances Doing that without a sound You've not been at the fronts Doing it though at ease Yeah! Even pains and angst Unforgiveness; you help Yes! When you play wrong Unending experiences You're good and ungood Respecting love and hate You carry joy and pains Relish and repugnant Time is nothing When you come to work Tilling all grounds into fertility Weary worthy and hungered In classrooms, you're prayed At wrongs, you're unwanted In merriment, you're a bride At all times, you've two sides For your sake, we hope Without you, we despair Furthermore, we shall keep you Wittingly, for good or bad By KEMKA S. IBEJI When thinking about memory; how it works and performs for both good and bad. 

Possess me oh spirit of wisdom Take over the streams of my blood Make thyself my garments and my cover Overshadow the thoughts in me Be turned into all the words of my mouth And be situate on my tongue Interpret the sights into my being And empress in my heart the real See through my eyes and listen from my ears Abide in me that I have no other time without thee That I may build a nation of peace In the times of woes & wars A house for the uncommon wonders to ponder upon That I may rise even among Kings of reckoning unblemished Turn my heart into your tool to brew without end Order my feet and Guide my steps along the roads Even in the wilderness of knowledge Be the grass around me Nourish my being and beingness Let me be that oasis of you Within the strongest deserts Above all, Grant me thy power of language That I may tell clear Even to the understanding of the fool The awe of innocence And the charm of most difficult foolhardiness. Bear me acr

Stars are known by their acts and spectra Greatness is surely of birth and being The heavens are full of showers in armies Just as the earth bows in utter veneration Let the sky be lifted and its charms glow And the earth blaze in sweet fires To melt heart together Get the fabrics and horizons Even of life trembling Shake the foundations of human stay Even let them be in awe It is all about the reality One that burdens even the wisest Remarkable as this day in your life More remarkable it becomes Today I ought to make a vow Such which follows life along pathways Spending life in two and above one in singleness Alas! It's not our fate Your birth gladdens my heart It granted that noble help I celebrate you nilly willy I celebrate this day as particular The blessing you have been is lifted Founded further with light and life NMA-DI-OGO!!! 'Twas with an immeasurable LOVE I wish you a wondrous living memorial That we gather in tens of years to come

KEMKA S. IBEJI  Our enemies came then Yes, they're here again! Our masters in our land You know them maybe I think  They came with valour Matching down sacred places They placed their God(s) therein Matched us to pray by force. Yes! They came with pretence Of friends who traded goods They talked sweet with wares Oh! That wasn't their goal. They brought us down But we received them with love They gave us nothing but took all Believing such as exchange? They either killed to come in Or they cheated to stay They're our enemies from then  All around again they're coming Their colours don't matter What they do identify them Don't take their gifts anymore What else'll you learn? We're their betters Only a fool begs his inferior When it's not for forgiveness Or did we offend anyone Our enemies are here again Lurking with gifts at hands Luring to gift away our goods Our goods a

KEMKA S. IBEJI  1967 to 1970 is a farce The barrels are blaring Victims are dying daily My worry is the fight Fought from only a side Fight against an unarmed Undeclared fight We're not one people Our history says this Our belief agrees to it Our goals diverge so much We never had a trust And it will never be War fought for unity as said Won as said by all and none But there are spoils in hands What are spoils if there's no victory? But that war continued Yes! It never ended This war has continued We hear no sounds but victims litter The missiles must be dumb Why fight one you claim to love? What kind of love is this? Love won at the battle field I love you by force Love of a predator! Alas! It rages A party is unaware there's war This party is the victim Won in the open battle Now dying from the mute war The war declared over to him Don't wars abide by morality? Why's the victim caugh