Monday, October 24, 2011

Damn Gadhafi, Damn His Will!



Prior to the Arab Spring, Greenwood Publishing Company of USA commissioned, as it always does, a book on Customs and Culture of Libya to a US-based Nigerian History Professor (names withheld for security reasons)  who decided to incorporate two other people, one his graduate student, an American, and my humble self, a Nigerian University lecturer, to write this book. Perhaps, my inclusion in the project originated from the fact that I have always been involved in field activities, so my experience becomes necessary to writing the book. I was in Libya before the crisis and had plenty of time to comb everywhere for data for the book. This field activities and the quality of data obtained are what formed the bedrock of what the book will present to the world next March when the book will go on sale globally. 

The field activities, secondary literature, and practicalities on ground in Libya would not forgive Gadhafi, no matter how catchy or strongly-worded his Will may be. Permit me to say that, there is nothing like a benevolent dictator and no matter what we say or think; dictatorship would always end badly. Granted that Gadhafi, perhaps in modern Africa, would remain a shining light on achievements, but I must inform you that underlining his achievements were Libyan bloods! 

For the records, Gadhafi started out as a young, people-driven leader. He sacked the monarchy of Ali, the man who, with others, assiduously fought and got independence for Libya. He was accused of being a stooge of the West. As an historian, I will suggest caution here. Libya was without oil then and it was difficult for it to survive without aid! It was under the care of the UN after the Second World War and everyone was apprehensive how it will survive as an independent nation without aid! Thank God for CRUDE OIL!

However, following Gadhafi's take-over, he instituted policies that drove not just Americans and British away, but also indigenous Berbers, Tuaregs, Jews, etc. British and Americans, as part of post-World War II geopolitics, maintained military bases in Libya to check Soviet’s ambition in North Africa; indigenous Berbers, Tuaregs, Jews, etc. were native Libyans, who stood against Roman, Greek, Ottoman, Spanish and Italian occupations at different times. They fought and defeated ‘almighty’ America too! The Jews, most of whom were Israelis, had settled for hundreds of years in different parts of Libya and most of the architectural masterpieces you find today in Libya were the handiworks of these Jews, the various invaders that made Libya their colonies at one time or the other. Many have erroneously believed that they were built by Gadhafi. If not for Gadhafi, Libya (and Africa) would have remained the home of indigenous and, perhaps, the oldest Jewish community on earth. He not only sent them away, but also nationalized all their assets, some of which were shared by the Revolutionary Council that Gadhafi led. 

He banned literature, arts, music, media, English and French (languages), novels, prose, poems, etc. and pronounced Libya an Islamic state. The only Radio and TV stations in Libya under Gadhafi were state-owned! Same applied to publishing house! They were controlled by his children! Professors, poets, dramatists, etc. who must publish, must publish with him and their works had to be vetted for subversive elements! Their writings must eulogize the Gadhafi-led government! If Nigeria were to be under Gadhafi, would there have been people like Wole Soyinka, Achebe Chinua, Hammed Yerima, Kole Omotosho, Ade-Ajayi, Jide Oshuntokun, Chimamanda Adiche, etc.? Would any of them have written anything worth the salt? I bet it with you; many were the talents that Gadhafi sent to their early graves. Yes, there are Libyan writers, but they all cut their teeth in the Diasporas, where they were/are tolerated, but not accepted! Until the Libyan book is out, I would not be able to mention names, but I know many would be shocked to know what sort of bestiality went on in Libya under Gadhafi. Gadhafi was killing people at home, sponsoring terrorism abroad! Thousands of professors, radicals, journalists, teachers, musicians, actors and actresses - people that we love and many emulate here in Nigeria, were either executed, disappeared, or forced into exile in Gadhafi’s Libya. Those who fled were hunted to death.

As bad as Babangida and Abacha were in Nigeria’s military history, Obesere Omo Rapala, the doyen of Asakasa, was never prohibited from singing! As wicked and mindless as Obasanjo is, St. Janet, Gordons, Ali Baba, etc. still lampooned him and sleep at home, not in the coffins! Banning literature, as we all know, is banning creativity. 

Gadhafi went further than that: Libya started out in 1951/2, as a secular state, although it still proclaimed itself as an Islamic Republic; Gadhafi made into a Sharia state. He initially laid the foundation of his new Libya based on the Sharia laws, but later detoured and wrote his own master-sheet upon which he ran the affairs of the country. The 3-volume book, The Green Book, became the unofficial constitution of Libya under Gadhafi. The Ulamas were disbanded and, in nationally-televised state broadcast, he denounced the Quran, Imams and Ulamas; saying that you do not need the Imams and Ulamas to understand and interpret the Quran. This step was the harbinger of his Green Book.

The atrocious acts were too many; I can go on and on and on. Perhaps I should not end this section without talking about his reforms in the banking sector. He commanded all Libyans to deposit all their monies in the national bank, claiming that a new currency was to be introduced. After the deadlines, he announced that no one in Libya would have private accounts again and that the state would be responsible for their upkeeps. That was the end of the reform. No money (old or new) was returned to anybody, everything was confiscated by government! Savings, from that moment, were banned! I repeat; all Libyans' monies were taking away from them by official/government subterfuge! What a reform!!!!

Yes, he constructed modern Libya along socialist lines; what he called Arab Socialism, which brought landmark achievements in Arabic/Islamic education, infrastructural development, housing and urban development to Libya. He constructed aqueducts that transport water from under the deserts to the cities. He, until 1994, employed all educated Libyans, but never allowed them to use their ingenuity on anything other than state-controlled things! 

Permit me to add that his description of Libyans at the outset of the revolution as rats, dogs, and cockroaches adequately summarized what he reduced them to. He masked all his atrocities in our eyes with public service and infrastructure. These were all what we know/see that gave us the erroneous impression that he was a benevolent dictator who did well for his country. More than a million souls were ordered killed by this man. For me and many Libyans who helped in my study for the book, Gadhafi was worse than Adolf Hitler! Perhaps, the political trajectories are different, therefore, we cannot compare Gadhafi with Abacha, but I still think Abacha was a child’s play. I am sure that more of his acts would come to light now that he is gone. 
Damn Gadhafi, damn his Will!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Boko Haram: Everywhere You Go!!!!

Boko Haram: Everywhere You Go!!!!
I called MTN Customer Service earlier in the day and the following exchanges with both the auto-repsonder and the staff elicited this absurd question:
How would Boko Haram Customer Service Department have handled a call to its' department?
May be something like this:
Graaaaaaannnnnnnn, the phone rings.
Boko Haram Customer Service:
Welcome to Boko Haram. Your call is important to us and may be recorded for quality service improvement.
For suicide bombing, press 1.
To plant a bomb in your area, press 2.
If you have any information where to plant bomb in Nigeria, press 3.
If you can manufcature bomb, press 4.
If you want to enlist, press 5.
To speak with a Boko Haram agent, press 0.
If you have information about people talking and planning to hunt us down, PLEASE HOLD while your call is being forwarded to BOKO HARAM National Headquarters.
(Would the organization also have a signature-line?)
Boko Haram: Everywhere You Go!!!!
              OR
Boko Haram, Rule Your World!!!!!!!!!


It is a joke, dont laugh at it!
OBA, 20/10/2011 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Nigeria, a Waving Flag!

  Nigeria, a Waving Flag!
Monday, October 17, 2011

Today, I remember October 1st 1976. As a Primary 4 pupil of L.A. Primary School, Bola, Oyo, Oyo Town; I joined other pupils from my school to attend the Independence Day celebration at Durbar Stadium.  Penultimate week to this date, those of us who would participate in the March Past, were taught the new National Anthem. Before this time and even a little after the Independence Day, some of us still find it difficult to recite the new anthem. We were sold on ‘Nigeria, We Hail Thee, Our Own Dear Native Land” and found it difficult to understand why we were asked to change to “Arise, O Compatriot!”  Looking back today, I have reasons to believe that while the old anthem celebrated our new found independence, the new anthem challenged us to the task of nation building. With the new anthem, we were told to rise up and heed the call to build a new Nigeria. We were told to open our eyes to the task of nation building, as the euphoria of independence wore away.

Need one say that the pitiable state we found ourselves today was built during those memorable years!

Rather than building the state, our leaders – Obasanjo, Babangida, T.Y. Danjuma, Shagari, etc. – were building mansions. As a primary school pupil, I carried with me memories of those days.

Xmas of 1977 was particularly fresh. Obasanjo banned importation of cloths to stimulate local production and to revamp the ailing economy. However, prior to the ban, my mother had bought ‘Won’yosi’, one of the banned stuffs, as our Xmas cloths. Resplendent in this new dress, the first locally-made dress I ever had, we went to church and were eagerly waiting for my father, the Pastor of our Church, to dismount the pulpit so that we can rush home to kill the Xmas fowls. 

My favourite pastime then was killing fowls. I was too eager to get home ahead of my siblings so that none of them would beat me to my pastime.

Why my father’s sermon was short that day, I cannot remember. But I can recall vividly that a Police man cut our joy of the moment short when he arrested the three of us for wearing contrabands! How old were we, you may want to know? Wale, my brother, was 6; Kemi, my senior sister, was 11; and I was 9. We were detained on a Xmas day!

How our father knew of the arrest eluded us. My only recollection was of a commotion at the Police Station's counter and people restraining my father. He was furious! Slapping this, tearing at the other; he was completely beside himself. He cared not if he was shot for beating a police man right in the police station. His concern was for us, his children! However, he was lucky that it was in 1977 and not in 2011.

We got home only to meet all fowls, four of them, already killed. The arrest meant nothing to me. It was the fowls. I felt so bad that I never bothered to ask mother who killed them. It was a very bad Xmas, I must say. Anyway, 1978 Easter was another day. I refused to go to church not for fear of another possible arrest, as we wore another locally-made material, but for fear that some other thing may prevent me from killing the fowls.

Sardine and Titus (canned fishes) were prime things then. Despite that my father was rich by the standard of the time; nothing will stop us from stealing one or two tins of those canned fishes for Easter Picnic at Galilee, which was located at Kosobo Area in Oyo town. Thank God Mum is dead now; she would have  been shocked to read that we normally stole her Sardine and Titus despite that she usually packed our stuffs so well that we never lacked anything at any Easter/Galilee.

Sardine and Titus were not the only lure for Galilee: the sheer fact that we would be together with our peers, away from the watchful eyes of both our parents and teachers, for an entire day made Easter and Galilee different in our lives. I miss my Easter and Galilee!

It is normal to forget a pair of shoes or even a shirt, as we play around. Many a child would not know the actual location of her/his family members and would wonder around a whole day looking for them. There were no armed robbers then! No arsonists! No bombers! No kidnappers! No OPC! NO MEND! No BOKO HARAM! So, we can wander and wander till our legs felt numb. Wale, my brother who is now a big RCCG Pastor in Abuja, once got lost! I felt so bad. I cried profusely. I cannot bear the thought of losing my only brother. I am sure now that he will be reading this; he will be shocked to know that I have always loved him, even more than myself. When we found him, I could not contain myself. I was just crying. Shedding tears of joy! Tears of reunion, of the fact that he would be by my side when I wake up for school the next day.

The day after Easter, which for us is nothing than Galilee and Sardine and Titus and Bread and play, unlimited play, was Tuesday. We will rush to school to recount and share the joy of Easter with our schoolmates. The girls, funny enough, would still come with their ribbons, hairdos and make-ups that their mamas forced on them the day before. Our Muslim friends and classmates, looking at us with amazement and jealousy, would rue such opportunities, which normally come when they also observed their two ‘Yidi ceremonies’.

Where were those days? Will my three musketeers ever experience such days in their lives? Yes, today they have DSTVs, Wiis, NITENDOs, etc. that were non-existent in our own days. But can these compare with the love, the joy and the freedom we shared and enjoyed and some of us still nostalgically crave for? 

What about the friendship we cultivated in those days? I remember Akintayo Oraka, Segun (Adisa), Taiwo Oladokun, Tunde Olashinde, Olawuwo Rasaki, Segun Bolarinwa (Atuka), Mayowa Adeosun, Kayode Oyedoja, Niyi Segilola, Niyi Okeola, Joseph Abraham, Dele Olaegbe, Dele Obaseki, Abu Tijani Ademola, Ayodele Japhet, Arinade Yomi Adejumo, Kayode Adeyanju, Rotimi Adeyanju, Chidume Sunday, Kayode Fakunle, Tunde Fakunle, Dayo (omo Mama elemu), Yaya, Alade (Survey House) Tundun and Saki (in front of Agboye Baptist Church), Shade Ohu, etc. They were some of the boys and girls that we shared Galilee together! We remain till today. 

Yes, we went after our different passions. We competed without hating one another. Oraka is now a big gun in GLO! Segun Adisa is at a Local Council in Ogbomoso, Taiwo Oladokun is now a Director General with the Federal Government, Tunde Olashinde is with Ministry of Culture, Olawuwo is a big time Lawyer, etc. etc. Will my son, Bayo, in ten years’ time, recall the friends he shared all kinds of games with when he was in Class 4? I think and strongly feel, he would remember his PSP pad than his friends of 2011 come 2021!

Where were those days and why cannot I give my three musketeers the same experience? Why are the times different? 

I remember my mother, a Pastor’s wife. Her friends were basically members of our church, mostly wives of my father’s friends. She could not be a banker! Who would take care of us? Who would watch over our first faltering steps? No woman of her time would work with MTN, Glo, Etisalat, etc. They were too consumed with what sort of kids we were and what sort of adults they would mold out of our prankish selves to pursue such careers! Not that they were not educated, but the society needed (and still needs) better citizens and they were nation-builders in their own rights! They and their husbands were not consumed with the passion to ride Hummers, 4-Matic, My X5, End of Discussion, Honda Allah, etc.! They were content with motorcycles, VWs, 404s, 504s, and Citroens!

Little wonder none from my generation is a 419er; none understood yahoo-yahoo! None of our girls are prostitutes. See Arinade today, beautiful as of old. She is going 50 and gracefully beautiful. Little wonder working hard and not cutting corners still make us happy and fulfilled! We would not know yahoo+, because our fathers and mothers had their eyes fixed on us and not on Agodi, Alausa, and Aso Rock! They come home from work every day to the warm embraces of our mothers! We know the humming of their motorcycles and VWs! We watch them leave home in the morning. They sometimes drop us in our schools before journeying unto their offices! They cannot come home at night when we are fast asleep. We share siestas together at 6.00 PM! We waited on them to turn on the TVs at 9.P! Remember those TVs with 4 knobs? Volume, Contrast, V and H knobs! They were with no Remote Controllers! They were simply ANALOG! We watched Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie pouring out their souls on those TVs. We watched Edison (Edson) Arantes 'Santes' do Nascimento (The Great Pele), Maradona and our own Odegbami, Owo-Blow on those TVs! I started following Manchester United since then. My favorite club was however ICC. In Oyo Town, Olivet Baptist football team were the best. They beat us 11-0 one day. The date was also 11. I was in secondary school at this time. 

We did not have Videos and DVDs, but we also watched Baba Sala’s ‘Come and See, American Wonder” at Akesan Town Hall. Alaafin was with us in 1978. There was no security fuss around him. Even in 1983 when Alex Ekwueme visited Oyo, we lined up the roads to welcome him. No one tried to kill him. We were no such kids! We had no such youths! No such adults! We did not aggregate around Manchester United FC, Arsenal FC and Chelsea FC; yes, we knew them and some of us loved them, but we did not see them as ours. We love ICC, Water Corporation, Gaskiya, Stationery Stores, etc. But Bola Ige rallied us around ‘Kekere Akin” – the Young Pioneers. And I remember that we, the Young Pioneers, built Durbar Stadium in Oyo! We were nation builders, because our parents were ones and taught us to be too!

Let me also tell you, we had no fences, but hedges. No barbed wires on our walls and no burglar-proofs on our windows. We had flowers and trees and everywhere was green. We buy banana and oranges on roadsides with no one at the stands. We simply picked the bananas, dropped the money inside the basins and went on our ways!

Today, we have all things and nothing! We have bombers, poverty-ridden people, rapists, kidnappers, hostage-takers, etc. Today, pets eat on tables while millions of people pick their daily breads from the garbage cans! We have Freedom of Information Act, Satellite TVs, CNN, etc.; but million of nairas disappear from tiny offices without a single trace. We had cocoa, palm oil and groundnuts and Awolowo built the first TV and Radio stations in Africa! Need we add Obafemi Awolowo University and Liberty Stadium! Today, oil money flows in trillions of dollars, yet Oyinlola could not build a ten-kilometer road in Iresi! Rather than crying in disgrace, Akala is bleaching gleefully over the place! First TV and Radio stations, Obafemi Awolowo University and Liberty Stadium, etc. were services to the people! Today, pot-holes, dried-taps, unemployment and looting of treasury are the ‘dividends of democracy’ that we got! How many houses did James Onanefe Ibori buy in Dubai after how many years in government? Did Sardauna of Sokoto build a hut for himself, despite fighting, with Zik and Awo, against colonialism?

Please allow me to cry for my Nigeria, I have struggled so hard to hold back my tears! Who took away my Nigeria? Who ruined so great a promise? Where is my Nigeria? Yes, even as bad as it is today, please, take away the Abujas and Agodis, the DVDs and DSTVs, the NITENDOs and PSPs, the BLACKBERRYs and NOKIAs, the Hummers and Camrys! Just restore to me my stolen Nigeria. It is mine, please. Restore to me that old national anthem! Let me rejoice in my freedom once again!

Jonathan Ebele Goodluck, restore Nigeria to me, please. I have missed her so much. I will make do with what is left of it. A nation is forever young. A nation, I repeat, is forever young. The older it gets, the younger it becomes. It is like a flag, when good wind blows it, it flutters in the air. When adverse wind blows it, it recoils and folds on its pole. Jonathan, Nigeria’s flag recoils at you and folds on its pole; if only you can restore it to me, it will flutter again. It will rise and stand up to its name and greatness once again! If only you can restore it back to me!

Please, my brothers and sisters do not just sit and watch this rape on our collective intelligence, join the train for change now! Join the Nigerian Spring!

Bukola Adeyemi, Oyeniyi
17/10/2011

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Join the trail for change! Join the Nigerian Spring!

Join the trail for change! Join the Nigerian Spring!

Fellow Nigerians, do not despair that Nigeria is currently as bad as it can be. A nation, suffice to say, is forever young. The older it gets, the younger it becomes. It is like a flag, when good wind blows it, it flutters in the air. When adverse wind blows it, it recoils and folds on its pole.

We may be at the worst end of the stick now, we will rise and stand up to our name and greatness.


Join the trail for change! Join the Nigerian Spring!

Terror Attack on Gomber Police Headquarters!

Terrorist Attack in Gomber Police Headquarters!
At about 2.20 am Nigerian time on Sunday morning, terrorists and arsonists invaded and bombed the Mobile Police base in Kwame, Kwame Local Government Area of Gombe State. According to the Commissioner of Police, Mr Orubebe Ebikeme, three people died in the attack.

The terrorists, before bombing the place, carted away arms and ammunitions. It has been confirmed that the administrative block of the base and hundreds of motor vehicles were completely burnt.


No one has claimed responsibility for the attack.

Only Education, not Religion or God, will save Nigeria!

Re: Can the Eagle Fly Again? 

(The Nation, Sunday 16/10/2011)

I write in reaction to the above piece where the Sport Editor of this Nigeria's newspaper blamed Osaze Odemwinge and Yobo Joseph over their remarks after Nigeria's Super Eagles failed to qualify for the 2012 Nations Cup.

Why blaming Osaze and Yobo over their comments on Super Eagles failure to qualify for the Nations Cup? The truth is that a lot is wrong in Nigeria and with Nigerians. Religion is one of the greatest sins killing us. I am sure we all know. Look at the number of people trooping to Adeboye and Olukoya's churches on the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway everyday. What do you see on their faces? I started my teaching career with Redeemer's University and saw the folly of religion while I was at the Redeemed Camp. I saw on the faces of the people HOPELESSNESS!

In Nigerians, I found a whole bunch of people whose god-given brains have malfunctioned. I found educated ones, even professors, who rushed to churches and mosques, manned by a secondary-school drop-out. The other day, a pastor was telling his church that they should stop bothering him with their problems. He sternly warned them to consult with him before they take decisions rather than rushing to him for prayers after errors have been committed. Sadly, this Pastor studied, many years ago, at Yaba Tech.

Currently, I am in Romania and I was impressed at the knowledge-base of the Romanian society. Young girls and boys, not listening to music on the phones, despite also having phones like our Nigerian youths; but reading books and patronizing bookshops. Bookshops are usually filled to the brim. In Nigeria, we dont read and we are consequently, not a thinking people.

Our ability to be rational is daily checked by the Adeboyes, Oyedepos and Kumuyis of Nigeria. To make matter worse, government pays due attention to the Adeboyes, Oyedepos and Kumuyis of Nigeria rathe than to professors and researhers in Nigeria. In better climes, results of researches drive nations and companies. Let me illustrate this with two personal experiences. In 2007, I was a member of a panel constituted by Ugandan government to research on Legal Empowerment of the Poor in Uganda. Bad as any militray-turned-politician can be, Museveni understood that education, not fasting and prayer, holds the key to development. As a delegate to the last Earth Meeting in Copehagen, I detailed how Al-Queda had infiltrated Nigeria and that young and money-driven Nigerians were being recruited for terrorist activities and that the world should beware. In December of the same year, Abdulmutalab proved my research right!

How many research is going on in Nigeria? In my humble abode in Sagamu; a friend and myself successfully cultured bacteria from poultry waste and we successfully produced BIOGAS. We powered an entire house with biogas. We successfully converted a 3 horse-power generator to use the same gas and it worked efficiently! How many Nigerian university can do such? This is a matter for another day!

Anyway, I am glad that a group in Nigeria has realized that research powers development! Wonder not about which group, for it is BOKO HARAM. Initially, Almajiris shout 'Allah akbar' on the streets, now they are improvising bombs rather than throwing 'tira'. The same can be said of Niger-Delta militants: Kenule Beeson Saro-Wiwa and his fellows were organizing matches and sit-ins; now his brothers across Niger-Delta are using explosives. In South-west, what do you get? OPC and its JUJU! Awolowo must be crying in his grave for a people, once respected and reputed for their latitude in education, but now whimping under guiles of the Adeboyes, Oyedepos and Kumuyis of South-West Nigeria.

The matter raised on Sports in today's the Nation newspaper is not just sports. It covers our entire life, as a nation. Yar'Adua died ignobly because Turai and others decided on religious solutions, as against time-tested and research-based medical solutions. By the time the latter came into the picture, it was too late.

Perhaps, the the Adeboyes, Oyedepos and Kumuyis of Nigeria have failed us more than the politicians. What with thousands of money paid in offerings and tithes; yet no miracles - on good roads, electricity, pipe-borne water, etc. To cap it all, Adeboye's Redeemed Christian Church of God is breaking Nigerian laws with impunity and no one cares! Lagos State spear-headed independent power generation, but OBJ-led PDP claimed that power generation is on the Federal Government's Exclusive list in the constitution. Tinumbu had to hand-over its generated power to the FG! Today, rather than praying to God for illumination, Adeboye is generating power by himself to power his RCCG Camp and no OBJ or his minnions can talk!

Two issues here: the idiots who follow the Adeboyes, Oyedepos and Kumuyis of Nigeria failed to see the moral lessons in generating power when Nigeria's NEPA/PHCN failed rather than praying and fasting for it. Idiots who follow the Adeboyes, Oyedepos and Kumuyis of Nigeria would not go to the hospital to treat common ulcer, they would rather fast and pray because Adeboye told them that he has not the hospital in only-god-knows years.

At the other side of the continum, CAC's dirty water - omi ariran - is working wonder, giving students Adenovirus infection, Gastroenteritis, Coronavirus, Hepatitis A, Poliomyelitis, and Polyomavirus infection at Joseph Ayo Babalola University and its environs. Yet, Professor Oshun and other CAC guys would want us all to go there to bathe and drink! How i wish a sample of the water could be subjected to laboratory study to determine the amount of pathogenic microorganisms in it!

As a people and a nation, we believe in voodoo. we may pretend about it, but for a fact, we are not religious as we love to appear.

So, if you want change of any kind, i think we must start with our belief system. A belief system that says a dead body is more weightier than a living body is a sulk belief system. A belief system that says 'God-Will-Do-It', a name of a Church at Bodija, Ibadan; is a belief system programmed to fail. I ask; since 1960; what has such belief system fetched Nigeria and Nigerians?

We are going to remain backward as a nation and as a people if we keep believing in HOLY WATER, ANNOITING OIL, ANNOITING SCARF, HOLY GROUND, HOUSE OF POWER, PRAYER MOUNTAIN, AJE, OSO, EMERE, ETC. From 1960 till date, this belief system has yielded nothing, yet churches and mosques are growing everywhere and with no respect for living spaces. The noise pollution they generate every other day is another thing!

It is sad, so sad, that Osaze blamed Super Eagles failure to qualify for the Nations Cup on T.B. Joshua. It is sad that T.B. Joshua is now seeing good vision and the paper, the Nation Newspaper, gleefully reported that Joshua has seen a better vision and that Nigerians and NFF will smile soon. De Gea, Nani, Jones, Giggs, Rooney and Chicharito played out their hearts to draw level after going down on Sunday at Anfiled rather than looking for one scapegoat for their failures.

Amazingly, late President Musa Yar'Adua admitted that the election that brought him into power in 2007 was flawed. He said so at his innaguration on May 29, 2007. But when Buhari challenged him in Court and Yar'Adua's self-confession amounted to nothing in the reasonning of the Court; Yar'Adua turned round and say 'It was the Will of God". Which God? Is God or Yar'Adua was fraudulent?

Only education, not religion or God, will save Nigeria!