Izuu's Turn

I pray for you That when you are done With dealing with others Courtesy: http://poeticprophet.com/2007/10/18/stay-prayed-up/ Sanity wouldn't have left you I pray for you That as you plunder the public till Your heart would be beating still For you to eat your crime thrift I pray for you That as you disvirgin others' daughters Yours will reach puberty  Before being raped by your kind I pray for you That as you stone your heart To the pleas of your subordinate You will survive venom of their grouse I pray for you That as you steal from others Your life will not in turn, too Be stolen by the ultimate paymaster I pray for you As you pride yourself in conceit You will not grow a cockrel's tunic And a peacock's rainbow ass I pray for you As you preach your lies You will not soon begin To seriously doubt your own truths I pray for you That if you are a culprit In the mass murder of innocents Your carcass would be massed by vultu

As a habit, I do not believe in saying good things about people when they are dead. I always believe that if a bad person dies, the best epitaph for him or her is to say how bad he or she was so that those still living will take heed and amend their own ways. Now that I have your attention, Sir Odimegwu Ojukwu is one man I have admired all my life. From my childhood I have held bated breath waiting for the time he will become president. Not so he can create Biafra as some people think, but so that he can shame all these thieves in Abuja and other state capitals who see our beloved nation as failed when they are the root cause. I see Ojukwu's role in the civil war this way: a man who believed in something and fought for it with all his might and wealth. How many of us would invest our family fortune in such a cause as he even when we are assured victory? How many of the political prostitutes that people our government even believe in anything other than lining their poc

When in the recent past we read about the ban on farting in public, in the tiny country of Malawi, we all scoffed. I still remember numerous comments wondering whether that is the major problem bedevilling that land. Some asked how farting in public or its ban will affect the economy of the land. I actually believed it was a waste of time and resources for the government of Malawi to outlaw one of the most natural act of personal expression. Neither I nor anybody I know carried placards and took to the streets to protest. I really thought we're done with improbable government legislations until Pakistan made the news again, needless to add, once again for the wrong reason. Having heard an analyst describe Pakistan as a country at war with itself, I had reconciles myself to the innumerable astounding negative unprecedented phenomena emanating from that land. But this ban on the use of certain words including "Jesus" within text messages, is another first in th

I did a very" stupid" thing recently: a research on attractiveness of female undies! Don't ask me about the result of my research because it is still on-going, especially the aspect that concerns how they affect other people. The concluded part of the research has to do with men; solely. What did I do? Copied from a friend's Facebook update without permission! I went to the market and priced a wide range of female undies. You know what happens when you price something ... you take it up, turn it over and take a very good look at it. You can even do the impossible (which I didn't do, anyways). I will simply allow your imagination to take a guess for you! Did I buy some? nay! But I have access to a good number of them; at home, I mean. And I took the liberty of taking a good look at them ... a very long one, at that! Let me land before you label me a sicko! My finding: There are three categories of female undies existing in our world, and each of them af

The recently concluded National Merit Awards ceremony may have come and gone, but the gullies (rather than ripples) it created, will plague our much tortured soul forever. The way our present crop of (mis)leaders are (wo)manning our rudderless state always leaves a sour aftertaste. It makes me wonder whether we are actually living in the same nation with them. I have ceased to wonder about the yardstick for honouring this kleptocratic throng and dishonouring Nigerians! Reason: we have a different understanding of "merit" from them. We, the people, believe "merit" to be positive but they also have a contrary appreciation of positive. Or how do you explain giving these awards to serving politicians whose pilfering fingers have not abandoned its romance with the national till? With the height of national insecurity, every one that calls himself a leader should take the path of honour and resign. But not in Nigeria! Even the police chief who deserves sack re

I can understand that an older child bullied mine and I go out there and fight for him or her. You can permit a man for defending the integrity of his spouse when an outsider makes mockery of it. We can bear the rattling tongue and the momentary madness of a woman whose matrimonial bliss is being threatened by a comely slut. Humans even applaud when a child is in the right about preserving the legacies of his or her old parents. Sometimes, our patriotic zeal can make us do the unimaginable to defend our nation at all cost. We can also defend and lay our lives down for what we believe in. It's a big honour, in deed. But I ask: when and where did our Creator, the One whom we believe created the universe and all in it, become so weak that we have ve fight for Him? And in doing so, we maim, kill innocent people and some people even take their own lives. What kind of creator would endorse one of his creatures destroying other creatures in his or her name? Believe me, fighting