This whole gay marriage thing was not about marriage but about “adoption.” Why these guy people were agitating about legally marrying is about adopting babies. Until people are legally married they cannot adopt children, so this homosexuals just want to get the marriage certificate and rush into adopting children.
“Look at the scenario, now they will adopt these children who would watch some man and man or woman and woman kissing and you know, doing what normal husband and wife do and these children would all twisted. In the next five years you would have these twisted children all over the United States and across the world, children who grew up watching man and man or woman and woman, living together as husband and wife, and they would just assume this whole mess is very normal.

It’s their choice” is also another lame excuse for homosexuality. If homosexuality is about choice, are we not right to correct such a choice? If as an individual you have a friend, child or a relation that make a choice of becoming a criminal, won’t you attempt to correct him or her, or isn’t right to seek public help to correct such a terrible choice?

If choices should and must be respected so much so, then should the choices of Robbers, Fraudsters, Murderers, Drug Traffickers, Arsonists, and Terrorists not be respected?
If your friend, child or relation decide to commit suicide; what will you do, knowing its his/her choice?



Additional Credits : Gbenga Iwindele
George Onmonya Daniel

A German’s View on Islam

A German’s View on Islam – worth reading because this is by far the best explanation of the Muslim terrorist situation I have ever read. His references to past history are accurate and clear. The author of this email is Dr. Emanuel Tanya, a well-known and well-respected psychiatrist–a man, whose family was German aristocracy prior to World War II, and owned a number of large industries and estates. When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide and shape our attitude toward the present day Islamic fanaticism. He said,
“Very few people were true Nazis, but many enjoyed the return of German pride the Nazis brought to the German nation, and many more were too busy to care. I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then, before we knew it, the Nazis were in control of the nation, they owned us, and we had lost control. Suddenly they plunged the country into a devastating and costly world war, and by the end of the war we had woken up to a new reality – our world of comfort, peace and freedom had come to an end. My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories.
“I see the same situation playing out today with respect to the attitude of the majority towards the the current Islamist movement. We are told again and again by ‘experts’ and ‘talking heads’ that Islam is the religion of peace and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace. This unqualified assertion may be true, but the fact is that it is entirely irrelevant! It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the specter of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam. The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history. It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who are waging any one of the 50 shooting wars currently going on worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups in Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, and carry out the so called honour killing. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. It is the fanatics who teach their young to kill and to become suicide bombers. The hard and quantifiable fact is that the peaceful majority, the ‘silent majority,’ has been cowed and made extraneous and irrelevant.”

“Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant.
China’s huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.”

“The average Japanese individual, prior to World War II, was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians, most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.”

“And who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were ‘peace loving’?”

“History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt. Yet for all our powers of reason, we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points: peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence. Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don’t speak up, because, like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.
Peace loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late.”

“Islamic prayers have now been introduced into Toronto and other public schools in Ontario, and, yes, in Ottawa too while the Lord’s Prayer was removed due to being so offensive! But to whom? Not to the vast majority of Canadians but to the few Islamic fanatics!”

“The Islamic way is only peaceful until the fanatics move in and take control. In Australia, and indeed in many countries around the world, many of the most commonly consumed food items now have the halal emblem (i.e a sign or instruction that says this product is not to be eaten, consumed or used because Islam forbids it) on them. Just look at the back of some of the most popular chocolate bars, and at other food products in your local supermarket. Foods on aircraft have the halal emblem, just to appease the privileged minority who are now rapidly expanding throughout the world.
In the U.K, the Muslim communities refuse to integrate and there are now dozens of no-go zones within major cities across the country that the police force dare not intrude upon. Sharia law prevails there, because the Muslim community in those areas refuses to acknowledge British law. As for we who watch it all unfold, we must pay attention to the only group that counts — the fanatics who threaten our way of life.”

Anyone who doubts the seriousness of this issue and just deletes without sending it on, is contributing to the passiveness that allows the problems to expand. So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and on in the hope that thousands, world-wide, read this, think about it, and send it on – before it’s too late.

Lessons from the film – Zero Hour

Watched a movie called “Zero Account”. From the quality and look of the movie I was already discouraged. As the movie progressed the Lord open my eyes to see a deeper meaning. A devoted Christian was going on a journey. In the bus he was with some unbelievers and unfortunately there was a crash. Of all the passengers in the bus, he was the only one that died while some of the unbelievers left that same bus without so much as a scratch. The Pastor of his church was so bitter that he cried unto God asking why he would take him at his young age and leave the unbelievers. At that instant, an angel of the Lord appeared unto him in human form and showed him the life of the young man after death.The young man was taken to hell with an angel of the Lord. While they were there, the angel told him that his life was a wasted investment unto God and because of him so many people had been cast away in hell. He was surprised. A demon arose and called his roommate in the university. It was shown that his roommate wanted him to show him the way of God on the night he was to be initiated into a cult but he said he couldn’t because he was late for fellowship. That same night his roommate was killed during the initiation by a rival cult. He never got to hear the word of God from him. The demon called another name and a woman came forward. She was his close friend during his youth service year. People even used to call them husband and wife. So many times she invited him to clubs and parties but never did he invite her to church. On the last day of camp on their way going home, she saw a tract in the cab they boarded. The outline said “Jesus the way, the truth, and the life”. She begged him to explain to her but he was angry because he lost his flash drive at the stadium. Even when they got to their destination she kept on begging him to tell her more but he refused and promised to call her the next day. She left sad and distraught. On her way home alone she had an accident and she died. She also died without the knowledge of Christ from him. Once again, the demon called out another name. His own biological sister came out. He was shocked. He was already in tears when he saw the others but when he saw his sister he wept uncontrollably. She lived a wayward life, always drinking and partying. He always condemned her but he never introduced her to Christ. She had an abortion one day and it went wrong. On the hospital bed, someone came to preach to her but he sent the person out. Even in pains she begged him for forgiveness and for him to preach to her but he turned deaf ears to her pleas. On that same bed she lost her life without the knowledge of Christ.After these three people had given their accounts, he wept bitterly because he had so many opportunities to preach to them but he didn’t. Their blood was on his hands.After this was done, the angel took him to Heaven, to the hall of judgment where they met another angel. The Angel explained to him that for everyone that didn’t go to hell, they would come to the hall of judgment before they would be given access to Heaven where their works would be tested in fire to check the quality. Those whose works had strong content and good foundation, their works would remain. But those whose works had no tangible content, it would be burnt completely in the fire. When his works was tested, it was burnt completely. He was shocked. The moral to that has been compiled up there is this: You can serve God from January till December, you can pray 24/7, you can go on an all year fasting, you can clean the church with your body day in day out, you can speak all the tongues known to man and in the spirit BUT if you do not evangelize and preach the word of God, all you’ve done is nothing. Even a sinner can attend service, even a sinner can clean the church. The primary function of a Christian on earth is to bear fruits. In the story above, the young man didn’t achieve destiny, he didn’t fulfill purpose, he didn’t preach the gospel… He did NOTHING!!! Absolutely nothing. He was a wasted investment because he didn’t impact any life on earth. I know this has been a long article but I hope in my heart and in my soul that this has touched even just one person. This is a wakeup call to ALL christians . Let’s us stop acting nonchalantly. To as many that have read this, PLEASE rebroadcast it might save someone’s heart.and i pray that; May God bless you and keep you to fullfill God’s purpose on earth. May God’s goodness, and favour remain with you now and forever more. Amen

Grigori Rasputin

This is Grigori Rasputin.He was a Russian Orthodox Christian and mystic who is perceived as having influenced the latter days of the Russian Emperor Nicholas II, his wife Alexandra, and their only son Alexei. Some people called Rasputin the “Mad Monk,” while others considered him a psychic and faith healer.On June 29, 1914, he was stabbed in the abdomen by a “crazy woman” while walking on a street in his home town; he almost died, and remained in great pain for the balance of his life.Years later Rasputin was assassinated, and his body was found poisoned with cyanide, shot four times (once in the head), badly beaten, and floating in a river. An autopsy established that the cause of death was drowning. Looks like overkill to me!

How IBB destroyed Nigeria’s foundations and institutionalized Corruption and other vices

This Fantastic article is copied from “MUSLIM 1” forum I created, it was posted by Dr Layi Ogunbambi. It is the BEST THING I have read on the NIGERIA project. Tunde Oduwole,I-QS.
I’ll attempt a modest effort to respond to Prof. Yusuf Dankofa, a cerebral lawyer and law lecturer, who incidentally taught me Legal Methods in my first year at the Faculty of Law, ABU, Zaria.

You see, the learned Professor believes i was unfairly critical of Babangida (IBB) yesterday, when i pointedly accused him in my facebook post of being the grand architect of the rot we see today in Nigeria’s society. My learned Prof told me in clear terms, that all past leaders share, or should share, the blame, equally. I have had time to sleep over this matter, and rethink my held position, but must express my regret, sadly, that i woke up with the selfsame opinion as i held yesterday, though in stronger measure. For good reason.

My dear Prof., do not think it remiss of me to disagree with you on this issue. You see, Prof. Yusuf Dankofa, Nigeria presently groans under the pains of a curable but vicious and widely-spread syphilitic disease. And from the way i see it, she contracted this disease, because Babangida, who admits himself to be some sort of evil genius, single-handledly lured her into the bushes of tyranny, and violently raped her, doggy-style, without condoms, day-in-day-out, from 1985 to 1993. Eight Years of unremitting rape. The likes of Abacha and co held down her legs while the deed was done, and promptly took their turns as soon as IBB was done. But first, we must acknowledge that it was through IBB that the idea occurred to the other military urchins, that there could be some fun, and money made on the sides, by engaging Nigeria in violent, bondage sex, not minding the ensuing and long-lasting pains we would all suffer for it.

By the way, my learned Prof., Nigeria was not a virgin before IBB. She had been successively raped by a motley crowd of tuxedo wearing “statesmen”, tobacco and kola-nut chewing aristocrats, respected gentlemen even, and other less respectable characters, since 1960. But on each occasion, safe sex seemed to have been practiced, and we were still able to plod on as a human society with some semblance of dignity. Then IBB came and took all that away.

Before IBB, Nigerian politicians fought each other fiercely. But the cat-fights were restricted to vulgar abuses and intellectual clap-backs through newspaper articles and open letters. It was IBB,who first put it in the heads of the government institution, that intellectual exertions was a sheer waste of time in engaging or silencing opposition. IBB introduced political assassination into the polity in grand style, as a more convenient and expeditious means of getting all the opposition ducks in a row. And he was quite inventive about it. He started with a love letter to Dele Giwa, laced with a bomb in 1986. Then in 1992, about 159 promising officers of the military mysteriously lost their lives in the C-130 crash in Ejigbo. It was widely reported as an inside job. Fingers pointed to IBB. He denied it. I believe him. But what i find curious, is that in a 2015 interview on this issue, IBB stated, as i read online, that the ill-fated C-130 plane should not have flown the day it did because it was faulty. When asked if the people responsible for clearing the plane to fly these officers, despite its being faulty, were punished, he heartily said “No.” When asked why not, he calmly responded “the Nigerian factor.” And this answer came from the man who was the all-powerful C-in-C at the time, and on whose table the power of life and death, punishment and reward, laid. But like i said, he has since denied culpability in the matter, and I, let me repeat, believe him.

Prior to IBB, I do not believe there was a parallel incident of political assassination in Nigeria on that scale or prominence. He gave the idea to Abacha, and those that followed. So in 1996, the no nonsense Dr. Shola Omoshola perished, a victim of institutional murder. Killed by bomb blast, IBB style, but by Abacha. Same 1996, Kudirat Abiola is assassinated. Same 1996, Col. Marwa escapes death by car bomb. Same 1996, bomb blast at Durba Hotel, Kano. Bomb blast in Zaria police station. Bomb blast at Ikeja military cantonment. Bomb blast at Ikeja Airforce base. Bomb blast, bomb blast, bomb blast!!! Between 1996 and 1997, the bomb blasts were uncountable. Some by government, some by NADECO. In fact, since Dele Giwa, over 1000 people have lost their lives to political assassination, including, Bola Ige, Alfred Rewane, Harry Marshal, Dikibo,Andrew Agom, Igwe Barnaba and wife, Funsho Williams, Ayo Daramola, Dipo Dina, Godwin Agbroko,Ogbonnaya Uche…and the list goes on and on. Most were slain long after IBB was gone, but the seed of institutional violence in Nigeria was unarguably sown by IBB.

Let’s talk corruption. Before IBB, what was rife was for powerful government ministers to steal money here and there, while the head of government itself, who might not be aware of the thievery, retires or is deposed into penury. Which is why even Gowon, who ruled for 9 nine years, was not deposed a rich man. Neither was Murtala Muhammad or Ironsi, or Shagari, or Buhari. People might dispute the pedigree of Buhari, but i include him in this list because in 2003, Prof. Kyuka Lilymjok took some students to Buhari’s house in Kaduna to speak and parley with him about his presidential ambition in that year. Incidentally, I was the leader and spokesman of this group and sat face to face with Buhari in his dinning hall for the discussions, at his Kaduna home. It was a modest bungalow. Absolutely no luxury. I recall with considerable light-hearted humor that we were served warm coke on this occasion, and after all said and done, Buhari handed me an envelope containing N20,000 to share among over 50 students as “transport”. He profusely apologized that he had no money to give. Now you can imagine the fight among our ranks for the pittance, as is common with students. But i went away thinking this man must either be extremely honest to not have stupendous wealth having been Governor, Petroleum Minister, President and lately Chairman of PTF, or he must be quite stingy. At the time, I leaned more to thinking him to be an honest person. Many dispute this though.

But IBB changed all that. It was IBB who ingrained it in the minds of leaders, that they must feather their nest while in office, sort of retirement insurance. He basically and literally opened the public treasury to his cronies to feast on. My Prof., have you seen IBB’s 50-room hilltop mansion in Niger? The man flaunts wealth unapologetically. Where did he get the money? His salary as a military officer? His military pension? It was IBB who started the unfair sharing of Niger-Delta oil wells to his cronies, and at his pleasure. Did you know that Mrs. Folorunsho Alakija was a mere tailor sewing for Maryam Babangida? Then Babangida woke up one morning, and like a genie in a bottle, decided she has to be a billionaire. So he gifted her OML 216, a natural asset of the Niger-Delta, and today that tailor is on the Forbes rich list, worth more than US$3.3Billion. Babangida was the genie in the bottle. Just rub him the right way and your wish is granted. Then came Abacha, who learnt well from IBB. He gifted T. Y. Danjuma OPL 246, Alhaji Mai Daribe OML 110, Sanni Bello OML 112 and 117, Alhaji Indimie (Babangida’s inlaw) OML 115, Alhaji Saleh Gambo OML 215, Aminu Dantata OML 108 etc. Interestingly, Abacha also gifted himself, through Dan Etete, the very lucrative OPL 245. All to the Northern oligarchy, as you can see, at the expense of the source of the resources in the Niger-Delta, who eke out a bare-knuckle existence on a daily basis. IBB started it. Nobody did this before him.

Shall i speak about the missing US$12Billion oil windfall? This was just a single heist. He should have stolen so much more before and after this occasion. But this one time, US$12Billion went missing. Now, at that time, Nigeria’s population was somewhere in the region of 95Million and the exchange rate was about N10 to a dollar. So US$12Billion would have been say N120Billion in Naira terms. If shared among all Nigerians at the time, each person, including new born babies, mad men, prostitutes, armed robbers, murderers, thieves and what not, so far as they are Nigerian, would have gotten something, at least N100 at the time. It might not have been much, but it would have gone round if shared. But one person, IBB, stole it. And with impunity too. Lest we forget, this happened on the cusp of IBB’s SAP program, when 90% of Nigerians were going to bed hungry, with no hope of food when they wake. But he still mindlessly stole this money on this occasion, even when he had stolen so much before this, and after. Now, suppose this money was put to a project, we would have had a world-class university, or a world class hospital or something else world-class. But he stole it and proceeded to send his children abroad to school and seek medical attention.

This and several monies IBB stole is the reason why Mohammad Babangida has never worked a day in his life, but owns over 24% of a telecommunications company that has now become a multinational. he holds huge stakes in several other companies. He is not better than me, who is trying to make honest living in an impossible business climate, a sort of frankenstein monster that gobble up businesses created his father. It is the reason why IBB’s children at the time floated Fruitex International London Limited with a share capital of about £100,000 fully paid for in cash. This company and several other offshore corporations were then used to launder Nigeria’s commonwealth into swiss accounts, to the detriment of the masses, to the detriment of the Niger-Delta, where the resources were stolen from. But dont get me wrong, so many people after IBB have bested him in the thievery game. In fact, so much have been stolen from Nigeria since then that what he took pales into insignificance. But he started it, as head of state.

Babangida badly politicized and polarized both the military and the civil service like no President before him. We are still suffering for it today. His Decree 43 killed the earlier entrenched independent, apolitical and non-partisan principles of the civil service. Permanent Secretaries were replaced with Directors-General, who were political appointees and served at the pleasure of the President. In fact, they were to abdicate office with the Ministers. And so with this artifice, IBB used political appointments, even in civil service, to reward loyalty.This led to the emergence and institutionalization of the “brown envelope” syndrome in the Nigerian civil service. Accordingly, by some sort of strange alchemy, it became viewed as illegal not to pass a “brown envelope” under the table when seeking favors in government ministries. In the military, there was the emergence of “the IBB boys.” They were powerful officers who had direct links or relationship with IBB. For their loyalty, he rewarded them with gifts and appointments. Burba Marwa is often cited as the poster child of this system. He became quite prosperous under IBB and thereafter. But first, we hear he did IBB a few favors. Perhaps you should ask Dele Giwa about this.

May we speak of the current distrust between christians and muslims in today’s Nigeria? I do not deny that before IBB, they were religious skirmishes here and there. But the real, deep-seated distrust began with IBB’s surreptitious enlistment of Nigeria in the Organisation of Islamic Countries (OIC). All Presidents before IBB had tried to hold things together, careful never to act in any way that betray dominance of one religion over the other. But not IBB. By this singular act on the OIC, he fanned the embers of a nationwide distrust between adherents of the two religions, and between the North and South, which we still suffer from till this very day.

What about values in society? It was IBB who invited Nigerians to believe that the end justified the means in money making. During his regime, drug barons held sway. 419 as a national institution-backed syndicate emerged. This was when foreign victims were taken to the real CBN offices for meetings, only to realize that the entire scheme was a scam after they had parted with money. These con men received both protection and patronage from the IBB regime. How can we forget who Gloria Okon was to IBB? Never before had a President of Nigeria been so enmeshed in such scandal as drug peddling, this was truly a first. Needless to say, my Prof., Nigeria’s perception of morality and integrity has not been the same again since IBB. Nobody cares how money is made anymore, just make the damn thing!! So after the scorch of 419 came Yahoo Yahoo boys, money rituals and all sort of get-rich quick schemes. But you cannot but trace the root cause to IBB’s regime.

Let me mention the integrity of the Judiciary. It was during the whole June 12 debacle that we heard, for the first time, that a Judge had been procured to grant a midnight injunction to first stop the June 12 elections, and then again to restrain the announcement of the results. Dont forget, the preceding years up to this period is always referred to as the “golden years” of the Judiciary. We had upright and intelligent judges. Bribing or influencing a Judge was a phenomenon that was not common, in fact rarely heard of. But Babangida saw to it that it was done, using Arthur Nzeribe. Well, we all know where we are on this issue today.

My great Prof Sir, the tapestry of IBB’s ills to the Nigerian society is actually encyclopedic, and can only be captured in volumes. It will serve me no purpose to continue because i will not end. But like i earlier said, he is enjoying his loot in his 50-room mansion up the hills of Minna. From that vantage point, he has a bird’s eye view of all of us, and must be laughing himself silly on what fools we all are, by continuing to pay him him pensions, changing his cars every 4 years or so, acknowledging him as a statesman, consulting him on how to “move the country forward” or backwards as the case may be and generally paying homage to him, all as a befitting reward for his role in single-handedly destroying the moral fabric of Nigeria’s society.

I really do wish him well and hope he dies peacefully in his sleep after a sip of chilled champagne fully paid for by Niger-Delta’s oil, for doing such great work in frontally, backwardly and brutally raping that once beautiful bride called Nigeria. Copied.

God works in mysterious ways

Think about this

Dr. Ahmed, a well-known cancer specialist, was once on his way to an important conference in another city where he was going to be granted an award in the field of medical research.

He was very excited to attend the conference and was desperate to reach as soon as possible. He had worked long and hard on his research and felt his efforts deserved the award he was about to obtain.

However, two hours after the plane took off, the plane made an emergency landing at the nearest airport due to some technical snag.

Afraid, that he wouldn’t make it in time for the conference, Dr. Ahmed immediately went to the reception and found that next flight to the destination was after ten hours. The receptionist suggested him to rent a car and drive himself down to the conference city which was only four hours away.
Having no other choice, he agreed to the idea despite his hatred for driving long distances.

Dr. Ahmed rented a car and started his journey. However, soon after he left, the weather suddenly changed and a heavy storm began. The pouring rain made it very difficult for him to see and he missed a turn he was supposed to take.

After two hours of driving, he was convinced he was lost. Driving in the heavy rain on a deserted road, feeling hungry and tired, he frantically began to look for any sign of civilization. After some time, he finally came across a small tattered house. Desperate, he got out of the car and knocked on the door.
A beautiful lady opened the door. He explained the matter and asked her if he could use her telephone.
However, the lady told him that she doesn’t have a phone or any electronic gadget but told the doctor that if could come inside till weather improves.

Hungry, wet and exhausted, the doctor accepted her kind offer and walked in.
The lady gave him hot tea and something to eat. The lady told him that he can join her for prayers for which Dr. Ahmed smiled.

The lady gave a sad smile and said that the child in the crib is her son who is suffering from a rare type of cancer and there is only one Doctor Ahmed who can cure him but she doesn’t have money to afford his fee and moreover Dr Ahmed lives in another far off town. She said that God has not answered her prayer so far but said that God will create some way out one day and added that she will not allow her fears to overcome her faith.

Stunned and speechless Dr Ahmed was in tears which were rolling down his cheeks. He whispered, God is great and recollected sequence of events. ….there was malfunction in the plane, a thunderstorm hit, and he lost his way; and all of this happened because God did not just answer her prayer but also gave him a chance to come out of materialistic world and give some time to the poor helpless people who have nothing but rich prayers.

We should always remember five important things in our daily life:

1) Ask

2) Believe

3) Receive

4) Faith

5) Giving

May God bless us all. Don’t stop praying,it will soon work for you. God bless u. Happy sunday

A tribute to the Nigerian soldiers

We both left home at 18.
You cleared JAMB
I got recommended.
You got UNILAG,
I got NDA.
You pursued your degree,
I had the toughest training.
Your day started at 7 and ended at 5,
Mine started at 4 till 9 and
Some nights also included.
You had your convocation ceremony,
I had my POP.
Best company took you and
Best package was awarded,
I was ordered to join my platoon
With 2 stars piped on my shoulders.
You got a job,
I got a way of life.
Every eve you got to see your family,
I just wished i got to see my parents soon.
You celebrated festivals with lights and music,
I celebrated with my comrade in bunkers.
We both married,
Your wife got to see you everyday,
My wife just wished i was alive.
You were sent to business trips,
I was sent on line of control.
We both returned,
Both wives couldn’t control their tears, but
You wiped her but,
I couldn’t.
You hugged her but,
I couldn’t.
Because I was lying in the coffin,
With medals on my chest and,
Coffin wrapped with tricolour.
My way of life ended,
Yours continued.
We both left home at 18.


I dedicate this to every soldier and uniform person out there, we don’t understand what you do and the sacrifices you make, but know that we are eternally grateful!
Please share let them know we care!!!!We’re proud of u guys!!!

This is for you Mudassir Mafara and other soldiers defending our nation’s unity!

MY FIRST LESSON… –Pastor Sam Adeyemi.

The first day I went to Canaanland, Ota to see Bishop David Oyedepo was a memorable one full of lessons. I had met him at the National Ecumenical Centre, Abuja where I first told him I wanted him to mentor me in ministry; because I needed the same grace of effortless accomplishments on his life and ministry.
He had his PA give me his complimentary card, then told me to come to his office at Canaanland, Ota. I was so excited that I couldnt wait for the Independence Day National Christain Service to end at the Ecumenical Centre so I could dash home and tell my wife about my encounter with the bishop.
On the appointed date, I went to Canaanland, Ota with my wife Nike to see the bishop. We waited for six hours and could not see him. There was a crowd of people also waiting. He is a thoroughly busy person, and he gives a good measure of time to each person that enters the office.
I was totally disappointed that day. I thought he would tell his orderlies and PA to bring me inside immediately once they saw me; because I was Pastor Sam Adeyemi of Daystar Christain Center.
By 3pm, we were all told to go home and come at another appointed day; without as much as any explanation. Since I entered full time ministry, that was my first time of having to wait for an audience with someone; to wait for a full six hours!
I went home angry. I told myself I wont go there again. “What sort of thing is this?” “How can I stay there and waste a whole day without seeing the bishop?” “Dont I have other things to do?” I kept fuming to myself at home. I couldnt calm down to piece together all that happened at Canaanland that day. For all I cared, the bishop knew I was coming that day to see him.
But my wife kept telling me to be patient so as to get what I want. Nike talked me into going back to canaanland for another wait for the bishop. I finally determined that I must see him, no matter the time it would take.
On the new date of appointment, I went again with my wife and waited another six hours before we were sent home. I had cancelled a lot of meetings and shifted a dozen appointments to go back to Canaanland, Ota. I was so thoroughly washed down by that second disappointment.
It then happened for the third time before my wife stopped talking me into going again. She allowed me to make my decision. I had had enough. I went home and got busy. I neither called the bishop during this my period of total hands-on-ministry, nor went to see him again. I simply bought all his books, and a thousand tapes of the bishop. I read the books till they became a part of me. I listened to the tapes at home, in the office, and when I’m driving. I soaked myself in the work of the ministry. We started many projects in our church, including setting up schools, orphanages, and the Daystar Leadership Academy. I didn’t bother to call nor try fixing another appointment with his PAs.
Six months later, we met at the domestic wing of the Murtala Mohammed International Airport in Lagos, and you should have seen the look of surprise and happiness at the same time on the bishop’s face.
“This my son. Where on earth have you been?” Did you travel to Mars?” He hugged me so tight as if his life depended on it. He was all smiles. He started asking me questions about how ministry has been going, and I answered excitedly, with all the clarity he wanted.
We found a seat in the lounge and talked for about 30 minutes; because the flight was delayed by 30 minutes. He kept asking questions and I kept talking.
The next day, the bishop called me. He called me again after three days. From then on, seeing him became less cumbersome. That was how I became a regular keynote speaker at the Covenant University Special Programmes on Character Development and National Transformation.
Today, the bishop pubicly refers to me as one of his favourite sons in ministry, and our ministry has grown in leaps and bounds because I sense the same grace upon the bishop operating in our ministry too.
Deep calls unto deep. Men of destiny, men of purpose, men who are busy and occupied with their primary assignment on the earth can easily recognise themselves across a hall when they meet.
All things being equal, busy people love busy people. Busy people rarely love to associate with, or accomodate people who slow down their momentum.
So whenever you find yourself complaining about an apperant lack of attention from a busy person, the solution is to just go and get busy with your life and assignment. First of all, discover your specific assignment, your niche, and grow in your influence. Get busy!
This is because recognising each other when you’re both at the top is far easier and effortless than recognising each other at the crowded ground level. The high decibel of noise and purposeless activity of the crowd at the ground level, comprising of people of all sort of character and orientation will never allow that to happen.
Up your game!


Newspaper allowance…….N1.24m
Wardrobe allowance……….N0.62m
Recess allowance ………….N0.25m
Utilities …………………………N0.83m
Domestic staff……………….N1.86m
Personal Assistant…………N0.62m
Vehicle Mtce Allowance…N1.86m
Leave Allowance……………N0.25m

TOTAL RUNNING COST ………..N13.58m/month
This adds up to N162.96m annually

He goes home with N750,000 monthly.

This sums up to N9m annually.

3. He is entitled to N200m annually to execute projects which is the duty of the Executive.

Annual Salary…N9,000,000 per annum
Running Allowee….N163,000,000 per annum
Constituency….N200,000,000 per annum

TOTAL N372,000,000.00 per annum.
This amount is over N1,000,000 every blessed day including Sundays when he is in church.

Severance Gratuity………… N7.43m
Furniture allowance ……….N7.45m
Motor Vehicle Allowance…N9.94m
TOTAL N24.82m.

This is what all well meaning Nigerians must now fight against. No more excuse from our leaders not to find a way of compelling the Lawmakers at all levels to reduce drastically on these gluttonic, greedy, exploitatative, no sense allowances. This is cheating of the highest order. We can’t be shouting CHANGE, NEXT LEVEL and our lawmakers which are in the majority still keeps encouraging and collecting this with sealed lips.


Credit: Fashina Shakiru.

A LETTER TO HIPPOCRATES from a Nigerian Doctor

Dear Sir,

Greetings to you in the name of our sacred art which you founded and converted to a noble profession.

I come to you first to apologise.

Apologise for how so low this noble profession for which men gave their lives, we have allowed to be trampled on in this part of the world.

Apologise for how our Senior Colleagues who swore the Oath to take us as brothers have laid to waste the dignity of their younger colleagues and have forsaken the brotherhood. How our Senior Colleagues in times past have been so selfish with accruing positions of authority that the concept of the Doctor as the leader of the health team has been messed up.

Apologies for how also we have turned the most junior colleagues as errand boys instead of duly teaching them this art. Apologies for how we have neglected our work a times so that the paramedical have felt that they can do same thing we do. How also we have become puffed up atimes and caused so much enmity with the support staff that all they think abt is occupying our post rather than patient care. For all these and many more we say we are sorry for the pain u definitely will be feeling when u look at us. We plead that u help us out of this current mess and hopefully reinstate us to the place u have always wanted us to be.

– Henry Njeakor’s wall