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The pursuit, yearning, craving and fight for Biafra has lingered since the 60s especially ranging from the prelude of the Civil War through the war to this present time. Changes in dimensions and forms have been attributed to the reactions of the government at all times. It is very clear to put out the fact that while the people, after the war, have continued to remind themselves of the idea and have asked questions of their existence in Nigeria with very peaceful dispositions, the government has continued visiting them with excruciating violence that has let to the death of a great number of the young people of the Southeast especially. Associations have sprouted and blossomed while many have waned and died. Even more keep springing up each day concerning Biafra, her identity and her people.  Amidst all the agitations and protestations, very important aspects of such craving have been ignored and left out. This is the most insensitive act in this struggle and if it is persistently ign

Here in the society are all. You are either a free citizen or a free prisoner. But a free prisoner is not a citizen still. There are a few things that entail and enforce citizenship. At the background, as received by institutional understanding, of all is freedom. This makes for the most time, the reference to the word - Free Citizen. But there are questions that have not been considered by everyone or a lot of people.  According to popular avowal, to be a citizen is to be free within the community, to be free to move around, free to associate, free to talk, free to vote and be voted for. Freedom and freewill are very significant to being a citizen. This is why in the ancient Greek polis, certain class of humans are not classified as citizens. It is however very easy to identify such people when you adopt a method that allows you go through their being free. Such people as slaves and prisoners are not citizens in the primordial understanding and it is so even in this era. Though there

The day that will bring fortune to the trader shimmers at dawn with soothing sunshine. This is an African adage popular among the Igbos of Nigeria and it has deep meaning. If a people are destined for destruction, there are certain omens that will always greet their mornings and it follows them till the doomsday. This is a re-emphasis of the situation of Nigeria at the moment especially as the 2023 general elections draw nigh. Seeing each day bringing it closer and even closer, many pundits have gripped tight their prediction sticks clicking and clocking for precision. Like the trades of the internet, all eyes are now placed on the screens. This is to say that every political analyst has gone into search for the determinants of the game. What will happen in the next election? Who will go for this or that political party? What are the implications for the political parties, the politicians, the economy and especially the masses? The concern of this piece is the implication of the choice

Often read the quibbles of Karl Marx in the pursuit of what eventually turned out to be Marxism. Importantly, those ideas could hinge on socialism and Communism in the loosed sense. However, striking on his lines of extensive arguments are his stampede on the bad vagaries of religion and the cache of surplus value. These made excellent read for many young readers, scholars and members of the intellectual world. Karl Marx was unappreciative of the underhand of religion. For him, religious practices have made lilliputians of giants and have tremendously decapitated good reasoning from the people. It was for this reason that his popular maxim that "religion is the opium of the masses" held the winds at a time within readers. Of course, when you begin to atomize or analyze issues with religious concerns, you will begin to realize how sentimentally held religious axioms have usurped the thinking capacity of humans and practitioners of these sect beliefs and have rendered them inca

Don't dare dread me Soothing sounds of soul Gently jamming jim jim Healing and hurting hearts Candid calls craving calm Waning warrior willing to win Rising root's reason or strength  The power of eros Deeming mild the wild Whittle of warriors and wolves  Casting blind, sharpest sights Devouring beauty in hearts Damning daring dangers Shunning shame or shock Lifting the weakest to awe Maiming the mightiest How has she done this?  Thou symbol of peace Quiescence of the noisiest Vaining valuable virgins Yielding their innocence And let them plead for more More woes and cries in relish Relishing the fights of joy No one wins but all in bliss Then again may I wish That I hand this heart Only to an angel of rose On the bed of her chest Let me rest in thoughts Thoughts in thy blessings Oh thou stupid cupid

Laughing in dark minds Such smiles that floats  Talking love but full of hate Wants respect but disrespects Murderers relishing their lives  It feels like hypocrisy or so Tell me, I don't know please While in the best mansions Mansions called cathedrals In the best of apparels Garments of cost and worth The luxuries of priests and laity No one bothers, no one worries With sweet winds of sorts Claps, timbrels, strings and drums Water and oils in their hands They visit others with violence Worshippers of African manner They're the others and victims  Turning themselves to lords They judge all else evil and ill Them alone are good and none People of the cathedrals  African brethren who prides not Humility is a part of their rituals Under trees and decors of shrines Humbly dressed, lowly bending Undying faith in worship, honour Praying good and for all Never saying ill on the cathedral From the cathedrals they come With all intents to desecrate Falling down the shrines Burning down

Proverbially you'll have to say That's if you're able to see But otherwise as unassumed It turns out you'll have to see If you ever could say a thing We plant wrongs all farms We await a harvest of goods It's a travesty we live in Our masters are a terror Correct them to your peril Condemn them to your grave Who'er they? Dare not say Pens have gone silent  Voices have been muted Maids of all serve just a few But don't make a sound Who sings praises all day In good and in bad is all Do it while drowning  Stomachs are all that matter Do it once more to be alive You'll eat or live malnourished Whichever way, one is certain Live as dead and die as living  Certitude of the day Opposite standers are same You must agree with them You'll die if otherwise Fascism outside temple Temple of common will's admin Lest we all die in a swoop Let's prostrate to might Justice is dead and no more We're here just as our beasts We've lost all differing ess

I saw the day Bright, drizzle and shine Cloudy, dark and rainy The floors with feet stamps  The heavens and the earth  I saw the church and mosque  Worshippers and idolaters  I saw the schools  The teachers and learners  I saw the elements  Water, air, earth and fire Everything working together  I saw humans and heard of God  I also heard of gods and deities  A tree fell and it sounded  It did because I perceived it Humans and animals Beings; organisms and inorganic They all are and I know  Your joy and knowledge Your peace and love Your family and actions Your thoughts and ideas They are because I am And all things are because I am When I cease to exist Nothing else exists I am the world

It was indeed a sunset and closure of an era when the strong hands of death held fast on the being of our dear father and traditional ruler, His Imperial Majesty Eze (Dr.) Sir, Desmond Oguguo (Mmiri N’edoro Ọha 1 of Eziudo), and landed him to the realms of ancestry. He was a great man, an indefatigable personage, a roaring human lion, an untiring master and a King of some ethereal standing. He bestrode the reigns of our dear ancient kingdom with such grace and grandeur that questions transition or succession in terms of quality of guise, guard and guide. The built, trudging, thrust, guts and gusto, sounds and stands of Eze Oguguo were, if anything, really regal and classically majestic. Oh Eze Desmond Oguguo! And he was sincerely a human being wearing the garb of some demigods or extra human. A lot of us were only convinced of his being a human being at his performance of the mandatory mortal act of all humans - the finito and finish of every human person. He died and joined the queue

Love's all lost and peace estranged Friends are suspects and trust's gone Agreement now seems perfection Such article of impossible existence Our part of the sky trembles collapsingly It's a moment near doom and desolate  Our fun rests, feeds on pretence  Death has lost meaning, so has life When man's spirit dies and he lives It's best to say it's a living being  That's an organism  That we call it man still is misappropriate  No man's without spirit of worth  And the worth is human life's value We're self-dehumanized killing our kind Our humanity leaves us forthwith  Our remains are of beasts thereafter  We may look human but aren't  Not anymore once we kill our kind What's man or what's woman? Old meaning vanishes away  But the new's unknown yet All we knew we know no more All we search we knew never before But knowledge has lost its character The character that changes not The image of sameness all times  Everything indeed is c

Once was of peace and love Health of lifestyle and body Good of our mind and others We cared less of next moment They were just safe and safe The bombs and more weapons The hatred even bitterness Worthlessness of human life Humans and objects now are one Think no difference and spot none Our world disintegrated Our existence shatters Our hopes are jittery Our dreams in furious fears Our all in unfounded pieces Who mends the world This world is in pieces

HE Elder Isaac Bello  (Father Bello)  And we celebrate greatness Just in the service of God As in the service to mankind With meekness and valour He wins the war unscathed  Warrior of souls and minds Husbandman in God's vineyard Breeder and harvester of souls Father of God's children To wizards, he must be a wizard  A terrorist to necromancers Torment to soothsayers Destructive tool against sorcerers And to demons, he ought be big demon  Singer of victory and triumph Dear Father Lord God Bless our Father Bello Lift his hands unto glory Grant him your holiness Uphold him against evils And protect him always In the years ahead oh Lord  Guide his footsteps Guard him in all spheres Grant him life in length Garment him with your wealth Keep him in the good sea of health  And for his dear sake Let the world worship you  It's our prayer and plea Your sanction is all we pray And that through Christ  As heaven says AMEN. In commemoration of the birthday of our dear father in the Lor

It was the Greek Philosopher of the golden era of Western philosophy, Socrates, who espoused a maxim which states; "Man know thyself". Socrates went further in his ethical pronouncements and espousals to assert that "an unexamined life is not worth living". These are very important statements to ruminate upon especially in the actions, inactions, activities and acts of the IPOB. The import is simple, succinct and clear; the mode of operation of the Indigenous People Of Biafra (IPOB), now more than ever, needs re-examination, reevaluation, review and reassessment. It has become increasingly important to begin to put questions to the right quarters by self inquiries in order to find out in comparison of the merits and demerits of the recent style of the group. This must be done by themselves and none other.  This has become very necessary for the purposes of the health of the Igbo land and her people. Especially so for the "reason to be" of the IPOB. Why usu

The finest of all substances Its tenderness and charm The vigour of its meekness Its dazzling allure and all Give me a bleeding heart And I'll tell you unheard truth It carries joy as its nature Never huts and never worries Never lend me a broken heart Though it's a great gift None could dare ignore it Though in need, it calms Raising the body from mind Tickling emotions never seen Raging in fiery fascination Taming all wishes of war Love is a beautiful demon Hurts in the joy of its life Cries in the life of its excess Hurling at its wants forever Craving and never ending Smiles even at death point But never losing each war Is anyone known in love? Does that not look foolish? Isn't such a happy being? Dose of it grants immortality But love kills the good It gives the dying peace It is what we don't know It is what we may never know If I'm asked; it's the life of death

It is sore pedestrian and preposterously childish to be quibbling about the dress of Mr. President than the substance and import of his visit to Imo State albeit Igbo land especially at this precarious time. Though I seem to view the visit as ill timed, however the very concern of every reasonable child of Igbo race on this particular visit should be; what did he come to do? Did he come for peace or to ridicule? Did he come with sincere goal or to mock the people of Imo State and Ndị Igbo? Very important also is the utilization of the visit by the Ọhaneze Ndịgbo to press for the release and freedom of the Igbo youths and people held captive in all the facilities of the Federal and other governments in Nigeria at present. Major concern of every right thinking son and daughter of Igbo land should be how this message was passed to Mr. President and how he received it. Again, what are his responses to the requests and ambitions of the people who met with him on these notes? If the only thi

Let me remark at this beginning that at any day that our land will be humiliated and our great men flattened as weaklings, our mothers mercilessly raped and our daughters violated, I will not stand in awe and confusion, I will never negotiate for peace, I will discard and banish my cap of thinking and the only wisdom I will take up is a bloody fight unto death in absolute defence of our sanctity and inviolability. Even in defence of those who wish to disgrace our common existence today either by action or inaction, direct involvement or aloofness of treachery, or even sleep feigning. Keep it as a vow today between us, I will fight for you all! As a growing child in Umuokoro Ikenga Okeudo Eziudo, I remember and can recall vividly when a Dede (an elder brother) gets himself so stupid before children, we usually hear this statement; Dede, Dede, whe iji lọ ụwa wụ otu amaguru shi. That was the highest level of disdain and insult an elder can receive from younger folks. And this also reminds

Whatever human is; it's nothing The beauty, fame and frame The strength, vigour and power Wealth, taste, class and allure The dashing skin will wrinkle The built will weaken The beauty journey into fading The stern limbs begin to tremble The firm arms shiver in shake Vigour, virility and voice will wane Money and diamonds are valueless Everything will be taken by nature Till nature takes humanity at last And humanity again is nothingness

When stars are set to shine, they shimmer. When the sun wants to rise, it deems. When the rains want to shower, they drop. When greatness is to be bestowed, it puts up wonders. And when history is about to be made, nature singles out someone humble, meek, unnoticed, noiseless but exceedingly endowed. No wonder the Darwinian evolutionary theory could figure the fittest to survive in the play of natural selection. The philosophical ontology of social Darwinism rests on the endowment of the fittest with the abundance of the grace to so rise from the thug of war into survival. The entire prelude is an expression and description of a man that has stood the storm of quiescence and has enriched himself with wisdom of supra leadership and tact. Ornamented with qualities only found in great world leaders, Chief Ben Etiaba is the next Governor of Anambra State. It has therefore become imperative to now spread the knowledge of this benevolent victor to the hoi-polloi of Anambra State. Indeed, God

I read from a friend's wall here that the government is about to privatise over 12 highways this week. According to the post, the author alludes that such action by the government will raise revenue for the government. Now I ask; What do you mean when you say revenues please? Is it not still straining the poor road users the more and squeezing out the little money the government haven't stolen and embezzled from them? What's the economics of this privatisation please? Is it privatisation or commercialisation? Or is it extortion and subjugation of the common citizens? I want to learn. My thinking is that the government lacks creativity amidst their insatiable and unguarded avarice. Those in power are not knowledgeable on the skills of the astute management of the commonwealth and will. They are largely persons who ate without working while growing up, whose lives have been smooth and sweet and who have suffered nothing and have also gained nothing in the knowledge of the oth

Ebube went across seven rivers and countless mountains. There he could commune with spirits of revelation and inspiration. He was gifted with many valuable acquisitions for humans and his community. All that never happened without a few wars won. He fought down grave monsters and evil beings along the paths and made sure he arrived the destination of crown at set time. Yes, he was punctual and disciplined. At return to the city of men, he was greeted with such warmth that only those who don't really know someone give. Yes, they still know him as Ebube but unknown to them, he is now a gifted hero. Gifted to rule mankind and humanity with grace and unimaginable benevolence, tact and skills.  Here comes a gifted hero to Ndị Anambra who has conquered ignorance and made himself wealthy with ideas for the growth of the land. With a few words and more at heart, he has set the plans of good for his people. Just like Ebube and to many, he is just Chief Ben Etiaba but to the world, he is a h

The government is complacent and crime aiding. They kept mute and gave tacit support to the Miyetti Allah terrorists when they were terrorising all parts of Nigeria. Everyone called on the government to act but instead the government killed the people in pains. The government cleared the way for the murderers of her own citizens. Miyetti Allah became the unvoted government and mounted all corners of Nigeria commanding minds. Boko Haram has pillaged the land for years. The government while in opposition defended them and promised to put an end to it once elected. It is already six years and counting but things have gone worse instead. The government has done nothing seriously but encouraging the terrorists by giving them amnesty, scholarships, jumbo pays, ransom, sponsorships, empowerments, aids and recruitment into the military. Our government has demoralised her own military while boosting the morale of the cheap, uneducated, frail looking, malnourished and worthless criminals. The

Just early in the morning Even as I wake to daylights From the shimmering morning rays To the blistering noon shines Then the soothing departing glimpses They serve not themselves It's all about others and all  It rains on all and sundry Washing off the unwanted Refreshing all things possible Adding strength to nature And power to humanity It just serves others and all The sweet breezes Sauntering our cardinal points With grace and glamour Giving to life all it could offer It does it so joyously Just for all matter and all The trees have done even theirs Carrying the winds in their arms Their services are for all The lilies and roses? Their fragrance and allure Who do they not bless From the butterflies to maggots Don't they pollinate and farm? Their works we know are for all The bee and the termites They and others feed and nourish us The sun and moon They warm and brighten others The rains water and winds refresh The tress and flowers spread Flies and ants do their bits Can y

For any years and in the world of academics, it was and has been erroneously held for too many immeasurable years that mathematics is the most precise science. Out of fact and less than the same, it is clearly acceptable that amongst the sciences, mathematics sincerely enjoys more precision than any other species of the sciences especially when the term 'sciences' is delimited to the studies which rely essentially on the provisions and knowledge got through empiricism. By empiricism I wish to mean all knowledge got through sense experience or sensation. The errors in science which have taken up some knocks from my concern and logical investigation is the overboard or expanded supposition of scientific understanding of that cliché; "mathematics is the most precise science". Whereas the statement is true, its understanding especially by the science world is largely false. The falsehood derives her faulty strengths from assuming, first, that all sciences are precise. Thi

Sometime in 2006 while undergoing my National Service under NYSC, I got into an argument with a friend who was in Religion unit of my then Department of Religious Studies and Philosophy. I spoke with Jeriks Utchman for some moment and he was merely attacking my personality than the issue of our concern; HIV and AIDS. In university, he was my very good friend and we respected each other very well. But this discussion had him tell me that I was very unreasonable and unteachable. Throughout the discussion, he totally went off the topic and could use all fallacies - imaginable and unimaginable. Get this at the back of your mind; he was a member of PET CDS Group. This group was a community development service group under NYSC then. Their aim was teaching the corps members about the HIV and AIDS; how it worked and killed people. I could simply say that it was a religion and dogma infuser which aimed at just getting our young minds bigoted. It did! So while discussing with my friend Jeriks an