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Die another day!


Another bomb blast. Another tragedy. So
many dead and even more injured. I look at the mangled bodies of the victims of the Nyanya bomb blast and feel a mix of sorrow, anger and horror. When did life become so worthless, so easily snuffed out, so taken for granted in this country?

I weep for the woman who kissed her husband goodbye not knowing she would never set eyes on him again or the mother who watched her three kids leave for school not knowing that tragedy lay at the bus station. There’s so much blood and gore and it angers me that no one will pay the price for this heinous crime.

It’s no longer enough to exclaim, it profits us nothing to have unending minutes of silence to pay out respects to the dead. How do we avenge the wounded and the  maimed? How do we protect the remnant of our population from this violent rampage? We can no longer sit back and do nothing, blocking unsavory images from our minds; images that are someone else’s reality, another citizen’s nightmare. Do we wait till terror engulfs us all or fight because we have a right to survive. Do we sit back and wait to die another day?

I say fight! Let us smoke out the villains from their bush-holes. No one is above the law. Whoever is responsible, the politicians, the cabal, Boko Haram, even the bands of village men that meet after dark. Someone knows these people and that someone needs to face his fears and speak up. You are an accomplice every minute your lips fail to tell what your eyes have seen. That piece of information you are overlooking may be the last piece of the puzzle to help the authorities nail these terrorists once and for all. Let’s begin a man-hunt, to catch these perpetrators before they utterly destroy our beloved country. You can make an impact in your own sphere of influence. Let us act, now is the time.

May the souls of the victims of the bomb blast find rest and may their families find solace. My deepest condolences. God help us all.


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Posted by on April 14, 2014 in Inspirational


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2. An Open Letter to Boko Haram!


Dear Terrorist,

I see you sitting at a table planning your next raid, mapping out the trail of death and destruction that will leave many orphaned and others homeless. Collateral damage you call it. For a better cause you reason. You turn a blind eye to the weeping mother who lost an innocent child or the confused child sitting beside his dead father, murdered in cold blood.

You want to make a statement, you want the world to listen up, to respect and tremble before your sovereignty. You dream of bringing world leaders to their knees and causing a revolution that your generations will sing about proudly…
  But have you ever stopped to wonder about the lives lost, the sorrow and the pain you inflict on the weakest of mortals who have in no way wronged you? Their only crime is their association to your object of hate. All is fair in love and war you chime. Ruthless and unforgiving is the trademark you wear with pride but permit me to ask; ‘Has there ever been a successful terrorist mission?’ You don’t lack the skills, the men or the firearms but inevitably you lose the war each time even after several battle victories.

  A wise man once said only a fool does the same thing over and over and expects a different result. Don’t you think it is time for a change? Nelson Mandela touched more lives with his love than Osama Bin Laden did with his hate. It is more than mere statistics, only the living can corroborate this story.
   I see the pride in your eyes as you gaze upon your son, I know how much you want to protect him, for you see we humans are not so different after all. We love, we fear, we fight, we hope. The very same feelings your offspring evoke in your heart are the very same feelings that those whose loved ones you brutally take away feel within their hearts. Come reason with me Boko Haram, let’s make love and not war, you can be heard even without the roar of violence. Touching a life with love causes the kind of revolution that generations of blood shed cannot achieve. Let’s fight for peace for a change.
    Don’t be sucked into political propaganda shrouded in religion. Allah would never approve of the killing of the innocent. You kill Muslims and Christians alike which makes a mockery of the religious disciplines that govern your fight. Please don’t be a pawn in the hands of selfish men. They promise you gold and silver and make you believe you are fighting for a worthy cause but what good ever came out of killing off the weak and defenseless in a nation? The people you kill are not the enemy. It belies your strength and colours you in cowardice when you target those who could never fight back.

   My dear terrorist, it is 2014 and new battle strategies are necessary. I need you to take stock of what you have achieved in the last year. Nothing has changed, your demands are still not met and before long the people of Nigeria will get used to your terror the way we have accepted maternal mortality rates and road traffic accidents. Now is the time to make a change. I urge you to see things a little differently. Today I am bringing love to the table, it doesn’t make much sense but within its embrace lies the greatest weapon. Let do things differently, yes we can!

From a concerned citizen!

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Posted by on March 5, 2014 in Uncategorized, X-Files


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1. Where are our children?

1. Where are our children?


If you don’t live in the North, Boko haram is as real to you as Idi-Amin was to the Americans (catch my drift?) Down South we have regular bad guys, the usual suspects you might say; PHCN not giving power, NNPC hoarding fuel and Fashola creating new taxes. Our lives are pretty mainstream. Death isn’t interested in us, it’s too busy reaping our siblings up-north. Who is Boko Haram? Why are they still faceless? Why do they pick on the poor, the young and the innocent? Taking lives that the government of Nigeria is too busy to account for. We don’t have the resources to wage a full fledged war on Boko Haram they say, yet billions are spent on the Centenary celebrations. Our soldiers shudder at the surprise attacks and timidly march in to do damage control after yet another mishap. Where are our children Nigeria? Where are the young girls abducted from their homes? It’s been weeks and their fate no doubt has already been sealed as their parents go to bed each night with unshed tears. Where are our children Mr President? We created schools to give them hope and not to be abbatoirs for the slaughtering of our young. Why does Boko Haram go free? Why will not a man arise and put an end to this scourge? Boko Haram toys with us, taking from us little by little, avoiding those areas and people deemed sacred so as not to incur the wrath of the powers that be. Nigeria why do we tolerate Boko Haram? Like an open gutter beside one’s house, the stench coming in as intermittent whiffs every time the wind blows North. Where is the unity we sing about in our beloved anthem when every man only watches over his own home and family and interests? Why have we not arisen and driven out this scourge from amongst us? Are we waiting till they come down South or begin to kill the children of the rich and powerful one by one like the angel of death which passed over Egypt killing all of the firstborn sons? Dear Mr President please remember that not even Pharaoh was spared. The whole country mourned. Boko Haram is a group of men, they eat, they sleep, they bleed and they feel. They can be stopped and they can be annihilated. They are not gods, nor superheroes and definitely are not invincible. I have no respect for any group that preys on the young and the innocent. I have no respect for any group that murders a defenseless man. I am a Nigerian and today I reject you. My people reject you, Allah rejects you. You fight alone and will die alone, your blood will be an abomination to your land and an eternal shame to your clan. Boko Haram the God of Nigeria will see to your annihilation and since our president and armed forces are  unable to give us the salvation we desire, one will spring up who will set Nigeria free. A Moses will arise. For him alone will I cast my vote in 2015. Nigerians arise, we need a leader who will kiss Boko Haram, fuel scarcity and power shortages goodbye. Let’s start with the basics and better things will follow. We have a chance at a new beginning next year, do not recycle, shine your eyes Nigerians. You are not better than those who mourn in the North over the constant bloodshed. This is the little you can do. Act right, Vote right! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Have a good night Chutzpah fam, xoxo

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Posted by on March 5, 2014 in Inspirational, Life


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Red Christmas

Mama Pat woke up at 5am today, she had barely slept during the night. It was christmas morning and she felt a bit of unease. Maybe she ought to ask Pat to double-check that their troublesome chicken hadn’t escaped yet again. She had a feeling Bro Andrew had given them the worst in his poultry. That chicken had better be sweet she muttered to herself. She struggled out of bed, feeling uneasy again. Chineke God, the last time she had felt like this, she had burnt Ogbuefi’s soup and there had been trouble in the land. She entered the kitchen and lit the stove preparing for the hours of cooking that usually preceded the festivities then it occurred to her that this christmas was a sunday. She hadn’t bought that new george because Mama Ada made it so expensive saying it was due to the soon to be removed fuel subsidy. She would manage the one she had bought for August meeting. She set about gathering her 6 children and dressing them in their very best for morning mass. She dared not wake Ogbuefi because he had come in at an ungodly hour drunk and singing ‘We winch you a marry christmas…’. Even now, his loud snores pervaded the room…

An hour later she led her excited clan out the door and down the street, hailing her next door neighbour and ignoring Mama Ada who looked quite splendid and proud like a peacock in her christmas george. After a 15minute trek they reached St. Theresa’s Catholic church. Church was full and Fada had just begun mass. It might have been a glorious service but we’ll never know because just as mass ended and people began trooping out, a bomb exploded! Killing, maiming, destroying… Painting Christmas a vivid red as screams and pools of blood drove out the Christmas cheer. . Mama Pat had just risen up to go and greet Pa Samuel, she saw limbs flying and remembered her children as she slipped into unconsciousness…

Merry Christmas people though there’s nothing merry about it. Today many lost their lives and several more were injured. Chickens forgotten, Christmas a faraway thought as they search for missing loved ones and struggle for their lives. Our president’s words were hardly comforting as Boko Haram struck again. Isn’t it time a witch-hunt was carried out and the members of this group, exposed and incarcerated? The cries of their victims have reached high unto the heavens. The sun is reddened and the earth angry at drinking so much blood. We cannot continue to bury our heads under the sand like ostriches, hoping that if we turn a blind eye to Boko Haram, they will magically disappear. Everyday they strike a little closer, kill a little more and gain a lot more power. See how eagerly they claim responsibility for heinous acts. Why do we always have names but no faces? Even if they use aliases can’t they be fished out? Can the government do nothing to stop its people from dying like chickens? We spend so much of our budget on such mundane things but if our army and police can’t put together a special anti-Boko Haram unit that works better than NEPA does, can’t we at least import them? Importing the CIA or FBI at a fee and giving them free reign to combat this menace will pay us far more than our ever-increasing rice imports.

We cannot keep on saying it will end one day and yet we make only feeble attempts as we shake our heads sadly and continue to crack our chicken bone? One day Boko Haram may decide your neighbourhood is their next target and is that when the citizens who have barely escaped with their lives will finally cry out and take to the streets in protest like those in the Lekki community turned out to fight against the toll gate fees? This cruelty and absurd, blind hatred must be stopped before it cripples our nation. Jonathan forget the fuel subsidy and the 2012 budget. You can’t govern dead people or worse, people anxiously afraid of death. National security is your primary task. Let it be said that you did one good thing, eradicate Boko Haram and trust me, despite your short-comings, we will sing your praises for years to come. They are a thorn in your side, a scourge to your governance. Rise up and fight! Obama may not be perfect but his people will always remember that he brought Osama Bin Laden down and avenged the death of their loved ones. We need you to step up, above the bureacracy, above the intrigue, above the conspiracies and fear. Be the man we voted into power. Let no cow be deemed sacred till the enemy is put away forever. Do not let holy anger cause a revolution. Nigeria doesn’t need more factions. A new terrorist group to fight Boko Haram would only mean more innocent people would be caught in the cross-fire but your people are getting dangerously close to not caring. Jungle justice cannot be the answer in 2011 or 2012 but you are fast leaving us with no other choice. Like kids in a school yard rising up against a bully, our defence is ‘They started it first!’.

For the men, women and children of different religions, tribes, occupations and ages who Boko Haram sent to an early grave, may your blood be avenged! And to those left to deal with the loss and who will forever remember December 25th 2011 with tears, may the children of those who caused you to grieve die like chickens and may anyone who has ever identified with Boko Haram curse the day he was born.

There’s never a good reason to kill another human being. Today I am thankful for the gift of life. All we ask is for one Nigeria, where muslims and christians can live peacably and worship their God without fear or prejudice. We have a right to life!

Merry christmas chutzpah family…
Love you all!

Have a holiday untainted with blood or sorrows….xoxoxo


Posted by on December 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


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