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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...

KEMKA S. IBEJI  I have had enough time to watch our country Nigeria and her governments in sequence since the renascent democracy in 1999, it is one fact rich in horror to state that the future is so bleak and uncertain with regards to being positive. It will be a judgement of the sick to declare this position a doomsday prophecy. A country that her leadership thinks nothing else but stealing, cheating, embezzlement, graft, illicit riches and unguarded avarice. Nothing is considered about the future. No thought is spared on adequate and focused education. Our cultures are never touched in the light of globalisation and so they are fast going into oblivion. Not even a language in Nigeria is made to be scientific. All we have everywhere are murderers of our value systems and destroyers of moral uprightness. Excellence is on serial death row and capacity is sentenced to infinite abandonment. While we got admitted into the university at the eve and birth of the new millennium, we were ...

Hedgehog popularly known as Idiot is an awkward looking spiny mammal which belongs to the subfamily of Erinaceinae and the family of Eulipotyphlan. They are mainly found in Europe, Asia, Africa and New Zealand. Idiot or Hedgehog has a common ancestry with Shrew. Like many other first Mammals , they have adapted to a nocturnal way of life. Idiots have a spiny protective feature like that of Porcupines which they use for defense especially during extreme distress.  Their spines are not poisonous like that of Porcupines. One of the distinguishing features of Idiot is that they are born blind. They have a very shallow mentality. This is the main reason why they always cover their faces with their hands, always feeling shy all the times. Their shallow mentality makes them to easily fall prey to their predators.  While other animals strive for survival they always mope about achieving nothing on daily basis.  Incredibly, some human beings are like Idiots with profound intellect...

Slightly aged, he was so reticent and taciturn. He preferred to live in solitude. Scarcely looked up to see your face and overtly disinterested in what your duties and games were all about. He would seem to be unperturbed and very unconcerned about goings on in the community and his environment. We saw him walk down the seaside always with all solemnity and all reverence of calmness, he rarely looked at any faces. The particular wonder was his especial abandonment of all entreaties, pleasantries and cheers. As if he was already telling you to keep your greetings to yourselves; he never responded to any greetings. No matter how loud you greeted, old Maxwell never responded. Not even in the softest nod or wink. Never! I am very sure that many carefree young people will pass him for a deaf or dumb or both. Yes, and they would have allowed him go without bothering why he never responded to their greetings. Surely, they would have taken him for someone impaired in natural speech or some old...

It was our thinking to build Yes, to build a heaven on earth He came to us painted as god Yes he came as one earthly one He talked angelic and suitable He looked tough to our fears Our wish was a killer of our fears Our fears will be killed alas It was all dream and we now pray Yes we pray that we get awake Let it be over, leave us now Oh god of the north Dressed by the west Bought by few in the east Hallowed by the south When is your leave? You're mute in times of words You act in one-sided spirit Your skills were our worship You actually have lost them Lost before you came on Lost to age or something else To whom we may not know To where we may never be told But we never knew... Your honesty and firmness Your hate for wrongs Your thirst to deter and  Your gusto to stop the bad Your fame for all things good Can I tell you something? They're all gone from you They're all vanished into nothing You've fertilized hate Fed fat discrimination Nourished wrong favours Served f...

Dear daughter If I have your power  I'll create a new world  Where you'll be an only angel Sole Queen and all adore But I own this, I'll give it all  Love is the greatest ornament Give it only to valuers One who will keep it clean Place it for the world to see Care for it for its character Fragility is her traits Don't hurt whoever brings it But know the truth from others Its genuineness is everything Just all you need The world is an art Craft yours enviable Add colours to your work Create and recreate it Make it dazzling and charming Define your concepts Let no other give you meaning Determine your system Rule it till you transit Life is an imagination Create your perceptions Nothing is all bad Nothing is all good A little here and there Just let the good get more Just predominantly good Everything here is an idea Get creative, get a tall dream Fear is a coward A coward that kills warriors But the brave and courageous With ideas, you own a world Make it fearsome and g...

I've refused to resign My dreams glow, rage My heart pure and loving I've gained more heights In heart, mind and eyes You're particular My semen's no more wasted You pick them up Molding them into our kind Enlarging humanity and mankind With the charm of all ease Your fist holds the world still A Queen in the mold of Kings You're particular On our pace to our goal Your focus is daunting A dream to behold Your prayers and deeds So amazing to conception Aren't you a gift and miracle You're peculiar It all flows from you Great love and honour It all flows from you Gait of peace and success It all flows from you Gathering of love Ocean and fountain Alluring and captivating Courageous and daring Calming and Motivating From the beginning till now A wife and mother This heart is yours Just yours forever. This is a bit of my heart to my darling wife CAPT. MRS. KELECHI JULIET IBEJI (IZU-ỌMAM). I loved, love and will love you forever...

Just for you... I abhor that we'll be enemies Our times enjoyed some good It wasn't to be perfect though And nothing here is Time grew us apart; yes Isn't it natural with many? It shouldn't become hate How it all started? Think it! I still admire the experience Cherish the companionship Helping mutually It was for a purpose I think What's the reason? Remember our bedtime You confessed the allure You relished the mix I gave my heart and mind Remember we shared Even now the feelings breathe Why the silence? It shouldn't be hate after all What happened is fair Life is of phases  It's a community of time Each time for its due But let's remain friends Never to be enemies One day in my wish We will share a little more It will be to refresh our minds To rub off the rust Just to keep going We're friends forever.

With so many shades It flows but not like water Not like the flood or stream It's not like fountain either It cooks sweet and sour The sweet-sour and soured sweet Bringing tiny pieces into one Ticking, humming and more It consumes the wind Turning nothing to power It moves the old and little Sometimes with jumps Sometimes with shakes Smiles and face movements Isn't it called dance? What does it do to warriors? Does it give them power? Power to kill or what? The strength to surge When they say morale What about lovers? Why do they employ it? Many works for lovers maybe Call them out yourself It's the food of love they say And for the rituals Worshippers are habitual  And its hold on the spirits? Of good and bad equally? In invocations and exaltations? I don't know what is mystery Tell me about you dear Why do you lift a crowd? Get them from one world to another? How does ecstasy come? Their pains gone Their anger vanished Their anxiety won Where are your hands please? Br...

I wonder how it sees But it responds so well What it sees affects it Nights are no barriers It pierces the dark And perceives it object Like a den gun It begins to hum  Moving in chequered styles Lifting garments up Down and up again I think it also hears Every sense serves it The eyes send their service The ears make the wake Touches sets the fire raging The pompous transmitter It works something miracle Bearing message of mystery We think it has no eye But its target is unmistakable Trudging in and out It serves the dish of life It does this with a vomit The vomit that brings life The message of new life And a new generation sets in Does it have a song? But it dances though uniquely Does come with honey But the lady kept moaning The relish go round The bearer is inescapable It sets the venue ablaze Two fighting in joy Sometimes crying ensues But never for a helper out there And most times we hear Even from assumed victim In the amidst of the sweet pains Hit it harder! Tear it out...

KEMKA S. IBEJI Eats off giant into thin dwarf Diminishes ideas, stunting them Baptizes the wise into foolishness  Blurs greatest seers and blindfolds The sensual is numbed silly Subjecting knowledge to nothing Why possess our leaders? They've all become bad gods What else can they become? The preachers and doers of doom Don't get into our gods You make demons from gods Singing songs of destruction; Day and night even endlessly Vanishing their virtues; Love and temperance, Tolerance and mercy Many more will go May we not live in hades Get not into our homes Don't visit peace of lovers Cast not your mind on ours Oh hatred! You're the weak destroyer The enfeebling doze  Who tears down the mighty Stupefying the brave Calving a fool of the courageous Let not my eyes see thee Let not my wits embrace thine Never let me in to thy tables That I may not thirst at thy door  Let me never be your host Not even now, not in times ahead

KEMKA S. IBEJI It ceased to live within humans It took a flight to no known where It's all fears and woes about us When again and where? In times past and in history The aged and young gathered In the nights with all the chills There under the trees and shades They told stories of times While the aged kept memories The young kept records No one gave powers to ills When again and where? As little as 6 and 7 We walked miles into swamps Across streams and rivers Tilling in the chills of all silence It was in company of the vegetation Thin voices of birds were our melody We got no fears for the wrongs of now Our peace was just guaranteed But now it's all different and unsafe When again and where? We heard about head hunters We heard of the death of kings Their rituals of heads of virgins The burial in company of maids We saw none but heard all We obeyed the stories for life It's now a reality beyond tales What has gone bad and wrong? Where did we get it wrong? When shall our pe...

KEMKA S. IBEJI When the way to the loo gets multiple, the dangers of accidental discharge increase by larger number. When truth is masked for too long, it merely grows shells and thickens the vigour of the upright. The Imo State matter of the 2019 election has become that proverbial leach that perches tight on the scrotal sack sucking profusely but enjoys the immunity of personal harm. The only thing that will recur in the mind of keen watchers is the question; how long will justice suffer in the hands of its acclaimed oracles in the temple of her service? While I may not be able to give answer to the question above, I will try my hands in the description of the personality of justice. From the point of view of philosophy and especially juridical philosophy, we saw various definitions of justice. Striking among such definitions is the one given by one of the most celebrated sophists; Thrasymacus. He defined justice as the interest of the stronger. Interestingly, this definition has hel...