|Drifting Thoughts on the Sea|
Hello everyone! what you see here is the product of the pieces of my
thoughts gathered together to find and recall the true meaning of my
MEMORY...Please, I love you all to leave your meaningful comments to help
improve my Blog and may be through your series of comments...I may eventually
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Listen to your heart
When it's calling for you
Coz I don't know where you are going
And I don't know why?
But listen to your heart
Before you turn and say...good-bye...
So that our sweetest memories can linger on as long as we live...
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Arise’n’rejoice! For this Season: the worth of another celebration
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Forgive! Have mercy upon me…O Lord!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Oh! How strange it thus beats my imagination to be so lucky to have the rare fantastic day-dreaming of the most attractive Birdwing experience at Litchfield, Minnesota, USA. I drove through the Majestic gate of Birdwing estate to appreciate the abundant wildlife with that country's setting. Suddenly, there emerged a changing beautiful Minnesota's season and what appeared to me like apparitions were the wonderful way with which the beautiful white pelicans were gliding joyously upon the blue- white sky, and the trumpeters swans also imposed their massive migration on the scene, mystical and envious eagles soaring with quarries of straws in their wandering beaks.
The most fantastic thing that never failed to caught my attention was the memorable, but glamorous sight of roaming bears which reminded me of the historical badgers of "THE COLD MOONS" who eventually roamed about their found ELYSSIA in tranquility after long journeys through the THE COLD MOONS raising a resounding chorus of thanks and praises,which was heralded simultaneously far away NEW YORK by the spectacular thundering roar of the blue-ridge NIAGARA falls
and the gentle continuous oscillating strike of the PHILADELPHIA's Liberty-Bell.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
|They come suddenly'n'murder my sleep|
|Altering my dreams I wake up'n'weep|
They come suddenly'n'murder my sleep
|...Rats plunder my stock|
|Bed-bugs, mosquitoes prey upon my blood'n'suck|
This poem is a metaphor of what an average poor Nigerian goes through every moments of his life. It is a solidarity call to his plights and his lamentations...a constant reminder to the outright resistance against the unending socio-economic warfare launched by the few political affluent upon the poor masses of our Great Nation called NIGERIA.
We must fight!...fight...fight...and fight!...to the last...
Monday, August 2, 2010
Historically, every man evolved from a common origin, out of which they got divided into different tribes, countries and classes. It is also a known fact that man like a sailor, voyaged into this God-given and egalitarian world and carry with him destined mark of honour, nobility and dignity.
Therefore, every man is equal, and since they emanated from the same single parent, it would definitely amount to an act of barbarism, animalism, terrorism and inhumanity for man to see and take his fellow man as a subject of material exploitation in all ramifications.
From time immemorial, every man is equal, everybody is born free, however, after some factors set in which in accordance with the natural laws and the unchanging system of life, a Muslim philosopher ‘Dr. Mustapha Sibai’ said “Some individuals advance in life and others lag behind. Some prosperous and others indigent. An individual becomes the ruler and a nation becomes subjugated. Some are white skinned and others get tanned or even become black…” hence the sudden emergence of a barbaric civilization which rid man of love, generosity, cooperation and equality, and consequently treats man with hatred, malice, dissention, degraded man and kept him continually under unnecessary subjugation of slavery.
Slavery, as we know it to be is definitely an act or system by which man mercilessly and greedily takes undue advantage of the misfortunes that unfortunately befall fellow man. No wonder this is actually what ‘David Diop’, a Senegalese celebrated poet meant when he described the colonial masters who subjected Africa to slavery as “Vultures” in one of his poems, protesting against the evils of colonialism and slavery. He also made this clear in another poem “Africa” where he clearly exposes the conditions of mindless subjugation to which the African Blacks were put by the greedy white colonialists.
In addition, Africa, as far back as 17th Century and other nations of the world were unfortunately held by incontinental fatigue and slumbered deep, only to wake up and received a deadly blow on their faces from the cruel hands of slavery. Africa for instance, in both Anglophone and Francophone West-Africa, was colonized and subjected into slavery by the white British and French invaders respectively. They came not only to colonize Africa but also tortured, oppressed, exploited her citizens and greedily carted away a large amount of her human and material resources to develop their own countries.
During which this process of selfish and malicious machinations by the white colonialists were at work, many of the great and courageous African Nationalists arise from Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, Senegal, Liberia, Cameroun, and South-Africa e.t.c. They effortlessly confronted their white masters and fought against this act of barbarism. These people heroically never lost their breath until they were able to bring a dramatic stop into slavery which gave birth to the slave abolition of 1916. Those who were earlier on put under severe colonial control, guardianship, and seen as properties of the white marauders, who were unable to own a property, land or house of their own even in their own Mother-Land were finally let loose to take their destiny into their own hands.
Furthermore, many of the African Nationalists who gallantly fought against slavery, fought both in silence and in echoes. They did this successfully by the mighty power of their tongues and pens, especially those who were writers and poets among them. Never will history forget the brave hearts of Jomo Kenyata of Kenya, Obafemi Awolowo, Tafawa Balewa, Dr. Nnamdi Azikwe, Prof. Chinua Achebe and Prof. Wole Shoyinka of Nigeria among others. The renown Senegalese poet, David Diop, Benibengor Bay of Ghana, Crispin Dempster, a Liberian writer, Mbella Sonne Dipoko from Cameroun and Denis Brutus, Arthur Nortje, Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali and the ‘Madiba’ Dr. Nelson Mandela of South-Africa will forever remain in the good and memorable pages of history for what they have done to denounce slavery and colonialism.
Profoundly, many of these people in their works and poetry collections expose the evil nature of those who introduced slavery and slavery itself. They also out-rightly denounced slavery which tries to deny the humanity of Africans. For example, ‘David Diop’ who wrote “Africa” and “Vultures” and ‘Mbella’s “Our History” and “Pain” all captured the dehumanizing treatments meted out to the Africans during the slave trade of the colonial era. Infact, the situation was so critical in South-Africa where Apartheid system of rule was unjustly imposed upon the blacks to reduce them to animal level and inflicted mental, physical and psychological pains on their body and spirits. Denis, Arthur and Mtshali respectively exposed this act in their poems. For instance, ‘Denis’ in “Sometimes They Squat on the Floor” sympathetically described the physical conditions of the black innocent prisoners during that time. ‘Arthur and Mtshali’ also projected this in the following poems “Bitter Fragments” and “Nightfall In Soweto”.
Slavery, which had brought untold doom upon man in the past although is actually formally abolished but in reality, slavery still lingers, even in this our modern society and people wallow in it, where their freedom, honour and dignity are still being carelessly trampled upon. This is what made the late Pa Obafemi Awolowo to lament that “Society no longer can continue to live half-slave, half-free…”. Therefore, today, people are still living in the advance form of slavery, both locally and internationally, because people’s rights and freedom are always stylishly and forcefully taken away from them by those who claim to have power over them, and also claimed to be the super-power of the world. They have achieved this by every means especially America and other Western Nations who subject the weak ones to unnecessary mental, physical and psychological slavery through their military might and electronic media machines. For example, all the inhuman U.S foreign policies and mass murder committed in Africa and the Middle-East.
Finally, slavery in all its ramifications, physical, mental, psychological and economic slavery is an act of inhumanity against man by fellow man which attempts to graps away the freedom and honour of man, and then put his life at stake. ‘Williams Shakespeare’ was right when he said “Mine honour is my life; both grow in one, take honour away from me, and my life is done”. The late Frederic Douglass, a Black-American unrepentant human right activist finally hit the nail on the head by saying that “No man cannot be truly free, whose liberty is dependent upon the thought, feeling, and action of others and who has himself no means in his hands for guarding, protecting, defending and maintaining that liberty. The law on the side of freedom is of great advantage only where there is (absolute) power to make that law respected”.
Therefore, our responsibility now is to see that this act of barbarism and inhumanity against man is finally checked, so as to make this world a peaceful paradise. Infact, we should never stop to always register our songs into their ears, minds and their entire system that African Blacks and Man in general have got dignity, honour and nobility. Today, I am still hoping and still believing that...with our brother, Barak Obama, as the number one man in the world, the future is very bright for humanity. That our time has come to share and grow. That Africans Blacks and Colored human race are a people and nations no longer wanted in the gallows.
Monday, July 12, 2010
This Poem I dedicate to all the victims of human excesses violently displayed through exploitation, oppression, slavery, injustice, evil conspiracies and incessant wars…economic, political, socio-cultural, physical, mental or psychological. In other words, this is a cry of lamentations, outright condemnation, stiff resistance and urgent call for a total halt to this unnecessary warfare which have consequently placed too much unbearable burden upon the existence of the whole of humanity...these wars must stop!
We are weary world, done with war
Let’s live in peace’n’fight no more
No more grudges-let’s forget about RACE
‘cause our habitat’s a global place
Continental curve from Australia, Middle-East to Africa
Asia, through Europe’n’down to America
We’re weary world, done with war
We shall live in peace’n’fight no more
No more wars-let’s leave not our duties
To cast callous calamity to nature’s beauties
Ah! The earth’s surface’s been defaced
With wars-innocent lives’s been displaced
A world are we, totally done with war
In peace shall we live’n’clash no more
Desert storm at Gulf-Hiroshima! Still flood our memory
Mortal genocide, engineered from bio-atomic nuclear armory
Sarajevo horrors-constant nightmares in Northern Ireland
No peace in Africa-Yet, not one in Switzerland
A world are we, totally done with war
Shall we live now in peace’n’clash no more?
Twin-Towers already’ve been lost to Terrorism
Million wealths, souls too were sacrificed in horrific barbarism
All these in New-York,West-Bank, Baghdad’n’Kabul
While some missiles passed through Ramala’n’Istanbul
Oh! We’re weary world done with war
Let’s live in peace’n’quarrel no more
No more wars-Military, Economic or Culture
We’ve had enough decades of ruthless torture
Kwashiorkor, Tuberculosis, AIDS’n’new born SARS
Imposed by malnutrition, viruses, contagious deadly gas
What is a modern man’s fate on earth?
When peace even now has become dearth
We grope for meaningful life-Oh! We cannot see
Our lives’ve been drown in missiles sea
Let’s live in peace now’n’fight war no more!
‘cause we’re a world weary of war
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
It's a year now that...Aaahhh!....it breaks my heart to know that I'd be missing Michael for the rest of my life...it's a great shock to me and it really hits so bad...I am devastated!...Speechless...
I am dedicating this short poem to the memory of the one who has had an indescribable impact on the lives of millions of people around the world, myself inclusive...I see him as an indefatigable mythical legend...a HERO in its true sense and I really want to remember him for the many great achievements he has had in his life before this time...one of them is Uniting the whole world true his music and charity...especially bringing comfort, self-esteem, and hope to the children around the world...I grew up with his songs and felt substance in every of his works, and feel like my soul is gone with Michael...He's a great man...and He would live forever with his Legacy...Goodnight... and Rest In Perfect Peace Jackson!
My deepest condolence to their families and fans all over the world...
|GOODNIGHT MICHAEL...REST IN PEACE WHITNEY!!!|
LET ME LIVE ON…
Pls…let me live on…
When sudden darkness fall upon the sun
That my toils shall never be in vain
But I know how hard it’s to keep the pain.
Let me go on…
Like a shinning Ode on a Grecian Urn
Where beloved ashes must always lie
That, visions of them, shall never die.
I utterly beg of you today
That tomorrow when I go away
All the muses I’ve put on slate
Never shall see the wrath of fate.
I say, do not my labour betray
To have your duty delay
But to let me go on’n’on…
Even if I am gone.
I be certain that when I’m done,
I can from great beyond carry on
As Homer, Shakespeare, Solon’n’Milton’th their pen
Before they all retired to their quiet den.
Let me go on…
On’n’on the way of Leon
That my creativity reach immortality
And go on this way till eternity.
So, let me live on’n’on…
Even if darkness fall upon the sun
That my toils never shall be in vain
As I know how hard it’s to keep the pain.
This song (poem) by me was my H@felt dedication 2 Late Michael Jackson and now 2 Whitney coz they were d most precious gifts God ever gave 2 me in undasting d true meaning of LOVE & LIFE in its wider perspective..I truly love them & will greatly miss them 4 d rest of my life!
“In every community, there’s work to be done,
In every nation, there are wounds to heal,
In every heart, there’s the power to do it.”
Sometimes we’re so much immersed in worldly merriments that we let loose in extreme eating, drinking, singing and dancing riot. In those short-lived moments, we completely forget the troubles, the sorrows, sadness, pains and anguish we had had to go through in our lives.
We had quickly forget the stress and disappointments that had dealt a deadly blow on our hopes and aspirations, our goals and objectives to make life better for ourselves. We had been oblivious of the costly sacrifices we had made to come this very far in life. All these have suddenly fizzled away our sense of awareness that we already have fractured bones and bleeding hearts. That great and difficult challenge still lay bare before our naked eyes. That we still have enough fences to scale ahead of us.
However, little did we know that our overzealous and funky merriments could be shattered in a flash when the consequences of our irrational excitements strike us like a thunderstorm in the dead of the night.
Hunm…what a pity! “Alaaru to n je buredi, Awo Ori e lo n je ti o mo…” or how else could one explain the unspeakable irrationality behind this thoughtless overexcitement on festive day or any other assumed special day, when we are supposed to give thanks and show lots of gratitude to God for sparing our lives; when we’re supposed to sit down and go on a very deep sober reflection on how to cope and overcome our problems and troubles in the days, weeks, months, and years ahead until we finally get to the end of a smooth and beautiful road? NIGERIA, am I making sense?
But for me, I had for a very long time made a promise, an oath and covenant that I shall never allow myself to be tempted into such a senseless fun until my fractured bones are mended and my wounded bleeding heart healed…coz there, the power to do it lies.
BUT OUT OF MODERATION IS ABSOLUTELY OUT OF SENSE!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
This morning woke us up
With the strident cacophony of our old friend
The brilliant rogue of this helpless jungle
Singing the coming rites of new power play
In constant appellation to the kindest kindred casts
Of this age-long jilted jungle
Here comes the gallant return of that juggler
Glowing like a peacock prince in his regal attire
And buried in his reckoning steps
To the ritual dance of the throbbing Bàtǎ drum
Chiming sonorously towards the South, East, North
And the Western shrines of our jungle’s Kingmakers
To welcome him home again
Into the sacred palace
In this Second Season of Ritual Acrimony
So that he can strip off completely
His evil plots; to prove his acclaimed ingenuity
And launch his final onslaught
Upon our sacred honours; then
Whips us down to earth
This Second Coming…
Let us all make smooth the path
For the gallant return of this glamorous liar
So that we can forever groan in pain
Under the deadly claws of the whip
Of this fearless treachery burglar
As dreaded more than the harvest
Of the last ferocious festival
Let us rise up in standing ovation
And lead him majestically to the Royal Chair
Let us again crown
And make him our King!
Let him wear the Royal Shoes
And put in his neck, the Royal Beads
Let us place in his hands
The Majestic Horsetail
Let us lay before him
All the ritual ingredients
In sacrifices to the Royal Gods
To make for our final funeral rites
In this Second Season of Ritual Acrimony
Let us clear the thorny path
For the return of this friendly foe
So that we can go on moaning…
Howling…and wail…in endless labour
While he sits in Aso Palace
Amidst mass stolen affluents
With his two gap-teeth going wild
In endless laughter; and mock us
To our Death
This Second Coming…
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
“When someone you love,
Becomes a Memory…the
Memory becomes a treasure,
For the love of that person,
You will love that person for
The rest of your life…”
Mavis was an 18 years old African-American girl who relocated with her tourist parent to
Mavis was a highly matured young girl who had had much more experience than most women crammed into a lifetime. She was loved and respected by everybody including all the tutors. Although, she was only seventeen, she was intelligent, emotionally matured, sensitive, brilliant and socially appealing. She was also a very pretty girl with a very agile and athletic stature.
I had not taken notice of Mavis attractiveness for almost three months. But when we became friends and very fond of each other, I began to see her in a different light. I remember we were both very funny kind as we used to tease each other. Every little thing we would make jest of. We do and share things together and also go to the school library together to read and share ideas with each other.
Before Mavis and I became close, I remember one afternoon when the weather was so hot. We were in the Mathematics class and I was tired and reckless. My mind was completely out of the class and the only thing I was busy with was steering endlessly at Mavis where she was sitting. I noticed her mind wasn’t in the class either and throughout the whole session in the class that day, Mavis and I were secretly stealing a look at each other, and you know when two people look searchingly into each other’s eyes, emotions are heightened and the relationship tipped towards greater intimacy. At a point, we would smile at each other and put our eyes away. I was taken aback and shaking when Mavis confidently came directly towards me after the class and said “Hi, ‘am Mavis Baby Arthur…I know you are…King…King of Tomorrow, right?”. I was speechless and didn’t know what to do or say. I only nodded my head in affirmation because I was so nervous and that was because I had never experienced anything like that in my life. But I was still happy that I had such a pretty and brilliant girl as a friend. The most interesting thing was that I couldn’t believe that I could have a foreigner as a friend, an American for that matter. For the first time in my life, I felt so important. It was like a Miracle. There were butterflies in my stomach!
As the months rolled by, Mavis and I fell passionately in love. It was so strange for many people to believe that two young lads like us could feel what adults felt for one another. Even, my parents found it very difficult to comprehend, but Mavis parents did understood and they would never do anything to hurt her feelings. I was so glad about this and from that moment on, I began to believe in myself and I really owed that to Mavis. Mavis taught me so many things and opened my eyes to the world. From Mavis, I learned to develop and grow mentally, emotionally, socially and intellectually. She taught me how to think like a grown-up man. She was so kind, caring, loving and very romantic. She was so blunt, honest and straightforward. She taught me how to love and how to do that genuinely. She showed me the meaning of true love because Mavis loved me sincerely with all her heart. She loved me unconditionally in spite of what or who I was or where I was from. The chemistry between us was so strong that we had to promise each other that we would have a lifetime together as husband and wife after we are both done with our higher education. Every time, my grey spirit was always yearning in desire to see Mavis, hold and love her with an Angel’s passion beyond the utmost bound of human thought, seeking a newer world with her and sailing beyond the sunset and the baths of all the western stars until my last breath. Each passing day, I was always full of joy…but Alas!...Joy has a slender body that breaks too soon, for today, my Mavis has now become my MEMORY.
Mavis later traveled back to the
Below is a copy of the letter written to Mavis published in the Daily Times Newspaper in 1993 tittled…”To Mavis My Love!”
This is for you (Mavis), the true and genuine love of my life. I hope you will have fortunate chance to read this wherever you may be. I’d be missing you for the rest of my life!
I remember you made me to realize
That it is only once in a lifetime…
But now I know, it does happen often
In our entire life when we sleep and wake
Up one day to discover that what we cherish
Most in our lives just disappear and gone forever!
How can I face the world alone now Mavis?
Oh no…! I’m missing you now. Poor me!
Though I know I’d be missing you forever…but
How?…how I wish you were here now…coz
I doubt if I’d ever live to see a true friend like you.
I also remember one of those beautiful days
We spent together here in
Down, I remember you once asked me why do
I feel everything is against me? I remember you
Always tell me it was not as bad as I thought…
Mavis, with your magnetic power of persuasion,
I remember you once told me that it was
Just little endurance that I needed. I could
Recall that in your warm hands during those
Wonderful and splendid moments, you charged
Me to learn from old, experienced and successful
People. To listen to them…that I would discover
That it is the little endurance that they had that
Kept them going through turbulent storms. That
If things were ever hard for me, that what I
Needed was to try to endure, which I did…I
Remember you told me that endurance was the best
Weapon against difficulties.
Mavis, all these I remembered and tried to do
But I am so sorry I can’t go on now…How
Can I?...when I had loved you with all my heart
And suddenly out of the blue…I woke up that
Morning to find my gentle and helpless heart
Full of your love now broken apart…Oh!...
The agony is too much for me to bear…the
Pain is too hard for me to conceive…I am
Dying helplessly…I don’t know what to do
With my life anymore Mavis!
When you told me you were leaving…that
You had to go coz your parent needed to
Relocate back to the
Had no choice but to leave. Your words drove
Me crazy, it caused me anguish to think that
The beautiful dreams I had had will no longer
Be mine…the idea of it poisoned my life…
Now my life was gradually turning into hell…
Every moment, I pinned for you…I ached for you…
But why Mavis?...why do things like this happen?
Why are the most beautiful moments in life over
In the flash of a moment?
I know without you…I fear for my life. I am dying
A little everyday…this is what I feel…and that is
Why I hate my life now…that day was one morning
I can never forget. There was brightness all around.
But for me, it was dark all around. I could not see a thing.
I wonder why people say love is pure…that those who
Love find God?...I wonder what path I had suddenly
Treaded?...what is this love all about?
An unsolved mystery
Whose joy it is? And
Whose ruin is it?
Whose life is it? And
Why? Why Mavis do you have to do this to me?
I have always loved you so much and will always
Do even if I don’t get to see you again. I really missed
You a lot amidst of the pain and agony that enveloped
Me right this moment. I am especially missing your
Wonderful and beautiful smile I had always seen in
Your face, but until I finally see someone else who
Can prove to possess your magnificent qualities,
Your love will continue to ring like a pendulum in
My memory for the rest of my life.
Your love always,
King of Tomorrow.
Although I have moved on with my life today without Mavis being around…but the mere memories of those days of missing Mavis still brings me out in cold sweat.