Neither the sober east nor the smoldering south could bring this giant beauty to halter,
Nor the scorching sun of the north or the fading plains of the west could succeed in bringing you to sunder,
We live in a nation so blessed we cannot but wonder,
How you have stood firm despite the challenges that came to render, a giant beautiful nation to squander,
Where ever divisions abound they are surely bound to falter,
So much so that your spectators feel you amuse them more than they could shoulder,
Some say you are God’s own gift as a miracle for the troubled nations on earth to learn to,
So they Learn to live as one great nation for the sake of their brothers and sisters to further,
Some believe you are a country so faithful that external aggression cannot help but turn back,
Countless nations by far we outnumber,in differences, religions and ideologies we have thus set a benchmark,
I say despite our fragile past we still hop forth to dazzle,
The nations of the world who have long thought that you will blunder,
They are being held apt in a state of wonder,
Because you are a country so brave that you did not shatter,
In the face of great adversity you stood still amidst a crumbling house unabated,
Despite the countless prophets that spelt doom for you my mother,
Kampe you stood and furthered a cause to save us all from wander,
The beauty of being the son of a beautiful mother remains that, you are a country that dwarfs not promising potentials and talents my mother.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafrican; you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
The beauty of poverty
The tale of the colossal gorilla has thus come to falter,
Its Grips so strong like iron fists on the masses,
So intense the clutch of the fearsome beast,
A feeling more despotic than capitalism,
A feeling more bitter than the spikes of cactus,
A feeling more sinister than mob action,
So ambiguous and elating to the masses awhile,
The thought of the next meal after the first abreast,
The thought of the Gorilla sober making bare necessities elude the populace,
The idea of joy and happiness inverted, rickety bicycles and worn out toys enjoyed whole heartedly,
The suffering masses smiling and fidgeting at the word revolt,
The next door neighbor living in affluence and extravagance,
The country so badly governed and wealth distribution so tilted,
The flow of promises for change persistent and unyielding by the cockatoo,
The poor in my country are the most perseverant ever,
Every day the numbers keep coming on the radio stashing,
Every day the number of crude barrels keeps on rising,
Every day the number of nutrition related deaths keeps rising to greater heights,
This Dracula has blighted more lives than the AIDS virus awhile,
This gorilla has crippled more souls than the dreaded POLIO,
The budgetary digits so sumptuous and appealing to the average ear,
Old crooked radios the masses cling unto to listening to pipe dreams on governance and politics,
Old poles leaning forth shaky and lame with ghost electricity,
The element of surprise is no longer there on Black Out,
Old depilated houses and stuffy buildings the masses cramp into,
“I pass my neighbor” we call it, a power pack used as a substitute to power,
Fumes of gas surging indoors and the health status bound to fester,
Suffering and smiling we come to live through, in a country so blessed to wither,
From the slums and the ghettos, the brightest minds came to shoot out,
Thy wise men said to us before hand, “that for every great mind poverty has created, it has blighted a thousand in its place”,
This sequence has made my mind to wonder, when this great menace will come to falter,
Differences we come to combat, too wide a gap between the rich and the pauper,
When great injustices come to wander, a messiah we need for us to further,
The best way we need to move on, is to be the great nation we dream to alter,
The gorilla so fierce and aggressive, will strike not if our leaders come to reason,
Justices and good governance will thus deliver, a nation so blessed once asunder,
The beauty of poverty is a wonder, because only a Nigerian smiles and suffer at the same bow,
In a country so blessed and gifted with enormous treasures, my heart bleeds for my country .
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafrican; you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Its Grips so strong like iron fists on the masses,
So intense the clutch of the fearsome beast,
A feeling more despotic than capitalism,
A feeling more bitter than the spikes of cactus,
A feeling more sinister than mob action,
So ambiguous and elating to the masses awhile,
The thought of the next meal after the first abreast,
The thought of the Gorilla sober making bare necessities elude the populace,
The idea of joy and happiness inverted, rickety bicycles and worn out toys enjoyed whole heartedly,
The suffering masses smiling and fidgeting at the word revolt,
The next door neighbor living in affluence and extravagance,
The country so badly governed and wealth distribution so tilted,
The flow of promises for change persistent and unyielding by the cockatoo,
The poor in my country are the most perseverant ever,
Every day the numbers keep coming on the radio stashing,
Every day the number of crude barrels keeps on rising,
Every day the number of nutrition related deaths keeps rising to greater heights,
This Dracula has blighted more lives than the AIDS virus awhile,
This gorilla has crippled more souls than the dreaded POLIO,
The budgetary digits so sumptuous and appealing to the average ear,
Old crooked radios the masses cling unto to listening to pipe dreams on governance and politics,
Old poles leaning forth shaky and lame with ghost electricity,
The element of surprise is no longer there on Black Out,
Old depilated houses and stuffy buildings the masses cramp into,
“I pass my neighbor” we call it, a power pack used as a substitute to power,
Fumes of gas surging indoors and the health status bound to fester,
Suffering and smiling we come to live through, in a country so blessed to wither,
From the slums and the ghettos, the brightest minds came to shoot out,
Thy wise men said to us before hand, “that for every great mind poverty has created, it has blighted a thousand in its place”,
This sequence has made my mind to wonder, when this great menace will come to falter,
Differences we come to combat, too wide a gap between the rich and the pauper,
When great injustices come to wander, a messiah we need for us to further,
The best way we need to move on, is to be the great nation we dream to alter,
The gorilla so fierce and aggressive, will strike not if our leaders come to reason,
Justices and good governance will thus deliver, a nation so blessed once asunder,
The beauty of poverty is a wonder, because only a Nigerian smiles and suffer at the same bow,
In a country so blessed and gifted with enormous treasures, my heart bleeds for my country .
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafrican; you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
The person I never was
I believe and live under a giant microscope,
I have been stereotyped black and white,
I suffer serious identity crises,
What I believe in has been redefined to suit the times,
To suit the powers that be, a herculean task indeed,
I am forced to bear labels from fanatic down to extremist,
Should they define and redefine my faith to suit the times,
Like an old Arabian rug the holy scripts remain intact,
To say I have a faith, an ideology and a personality has become taboo,
To believe that each individual is a projection of the whole is wrong,
To believe that acts of a few can benchmark us all as savages and blood thirsty is wrong,
In this life there are two sides to a human being, who you are and who others think you are,
In this quest for identity survival I am an individual with a personality,
My faith like any other has individual differences,
My faith like any other is plagued by individuals with a lame perception and extreme tendencies,
All I said is that I believe.
I believe in a one supreme God with no strings attached,
All I said is that I have faith,
I believe my neighbor is as important as myself,
I believe that spreading a cover over my sister only protects her from men’s predatory overtures and not oppresses her,
All I ever said is that I have faith,
All you want is for me to give up my ways for your ways,
I believe that secularism opens the door to all hardships in life,
I believe socialism. Communism and the latest fad of democracy were and are all social experiments,
All I ever said was that I believe,
I believe labels used to intimidate me will only make me wax stronger in faith,
If they think I am then I am, what I am I know I am and I believe,
I refuse to compromise my faith for fear of being labeled,
All I said is that I believe in only one supreme God and a noble messenger,
I believe in the only religion that brought forth an economic and a social order,
Is it a crime to I say I believe?
I am a Muslim for life and today I am the person I never was.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafrican , you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
I have been stereotyped black and white,
I suffer serious identity crises,
What I believe in has been redefined to suit the times,
To suit the powers that be, a herculean task indeed,
I am forced to bear labels from fanatic down to extremist,
Should they define and redefine my faith to suit the times,
Like an old Arabian rug the holy scripts remain intact,
To say I have a faith, an ideology and a personality has become taboo,
To believe that each individual is a projection of the whole is wrong,
To believe that acts of a few can benchmark us all as savages and blood thirsty is wrong,
In this life there are two sides to a human being, who you are and who others think you are,
In this quest for identity survival I am an individual with a personality,
My faith like any other has individual differences,
My faith like any other is plagued by individuals with a lame perception and extreme tendencies,
All I said is that I believe.
I believe in a one supreme God with no strings attached,
All I said is that I have faith,
I believe my neighbor is as important as myself,
I believe that spreading a cover over my sister only protects her from men’s predatory overtures and not oppresses her,
All I ever said is that I have faith,
All you want is for me to give up my ways for your ways,
I believe that secularism opens the door to all hardships in life,
I believe socialism. Communism and the latest fad of democracy were and are all social experiments,
All I ever said was that I believe,
I believe labels used to intimidate me will only make me wax stronger in faith,
If they think I am then I am, what I am I know I am and I believe,
I refuse to compromise my faith for fear of being labeled,
All I said is that I believe in only one supreme God and a noble messenger,
I believe in the only religion that brought forth an economic and a social order,
Is it a crime to I say I believe?
I am a Muslim for life and today I am the person I never was.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafrican , you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Awake! The sleeping giant
Fortress by fortress the nations came to follow,
Fortitude and valor the disciples came to portray,
Forbearing bitter and violent encounters they did,
The greatest centers of learning were nurtured in its womb,
The seed sown awhile now in the bloom to further,
The empires and dynasties came to be realized,
The pride and glory of the tender faith?, now strong and waxing with so much spate,
As the basic rules of life came to show us, whatever goes up must gradually come down,
And thus the glorious empires came o dwindle,
Fortress by fortress they came to crumble,
What was yesternight the roar of a lion has turned out to be the crow of a rooster,
Sounds alone can be heightened, the authority is no where to saddle,
As the basic rules of life demands to put forth, whatever goes up must eventually come down.
The faith that then would not relinquish, today suffers sporadic anguish,
Oppression and suppression it has come to suffer,
Just as the secular world has come to wonder,
A glimmer of hope came to wander,
The world has now come to ponder,
The facts and reasons too glaring to snuggle,
The fastest growing faith to cover,
The whole of the earth once asunder,
The labels from fanatism down to terrorism will not alter,
The rise of a giant once aslumber,
Awake! Awake the sleeping giant! Because victory is yours once again to ponder.
Muhammad tijjani nakande , a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Fortitude and valor the disciples came to portray,
Forbearing bitter and violent encounters they did,
The greatest centers of learning were nurtured in its womb,
The seed sown awhile now in the bloom to further,
The empires and dynasties came to be realized,
The pride and glory of the tender faith?, now strong and waxing with so much spate,
As the basic rules of life came to show us, whatever goes up must gradually come down,
And thus the glorious empires came o dwindle,
Fortress by fortress they came to crumble,
What was yesternight the roar of a lion has turned out to be the crow of a rooster,
Sounds alone can be heightened, the authority is no where to saddle,
As the basic rules of life demands to put forth, whatever goes up must eventually come down.
The faith that then would not relinquish, today suffers sporadic anguish,
Oppression and suppression it has come to suffer,
Just as the secular world has come to wonder,
A glimmer of hope came to wander,
The world has now come to ponder,
The facts and reasons too glaring to snuggle,
The fastest growing faith to cover,
The whole of the earth once asunder,
The labels from fanatism down to terrorism will not alter,
The rise of a giant once aslumber,
Awake! Awake the sleeping giant! Because victory is yours once again to ponder.
Muhammad tijjani nakande , a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Kano!! Nomination or selection?
Sometimes I look back at my political exploits on campus and I thank God that I was never hypocritical in my political pursuits. Since my part one[1] in unimaid, I have always wanted to one day lead my state union to glory and free it from disgruntled elements.
When I came out to contest from welfare director up to financial secretary, I declared, declared openly and there is no time I claimed the people pressurized me to contest or that I am a good man who follows rules and regulations and endlessly blows his own trumpet to boredom.
The unscrupulous decision by I can say who to select and appoint people in the name of due process, justice and some memorized subsections of constitution is highly biased and influenced.
The people to be appointed into a caretaker committee are people who have made enormous contributions in words, deed or thought to the development of the union, not people within a supposed cabinet to be who only ranted for some political post although not even fit!
I opted to be an elected official and not a selected or appointed official, so don’t get me wrong, I do not aspire to be a selected official but I would like to challenge the framework that brought some caretakers into office.
They say not all that glitters is gold, the desire by some disgruntled element to push their supposed candidates for consideration tells us a story that an act might as well be a crime.
I wish all the selected officials a happy stay in office and I pray that nemesis does not catch up with people hiding under the mask of equity and justice.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
When I came out to contest from welfare director up to financial secretary, I declared, declared openly and there is no time I claimed the people pressurized me to contest or that I am a good man who follows rules and regulations and endlessly blows his own trumpet to boredom.
The unscrupulous decision by I can say who to select and appoint people in the name of due process, justice and some memorized subsections of constitution is highly biased and influenced.
The people to be appointed into a caretaker committee are people who have made enormous contributions in words, deed or thought to the development of the union, not people within a supposed cabinet to be who only ranted for some political post although not even fit!
I opted to be an elected official and not a selected or appointed official, so don’t get me wrong, I do not aspire to be a selected official but I would like to challenge the framework that brought some caretakers into office.
They say not all that glitters is gold, the desire by some disgruntled element to push their supposed candidates for consideration tells us a story that an act might as well be a crime.
I wish all the selected officials a happy stay in office and I pray that nemesis does not catch up with people hiding under the mask of equity and justice.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Choices we do not have
Careers we choose and push forth,
Friendship we search and nurture,
Goals we set and achieve,
Cars we admire and acquire,
Ladies we desire and woo,
Houses we want and build,
Fights we pick to engage,
Enemies we make to stay clear of,
Dreams we envisage and fulfill,
Emotions we feel and react,
Journeys we embark to reach,
Targets we set to aim,
Although in life there are things we donot choose,
Things sometimes beyond the luxury of choice,
We donot decide to be born male or female,
We do not choose when to die or live,
We donot choose our religious affilation,
Wether to be born royalty or common,
Wether to be born affluent or poor,
Wether we be black or white,
Wether physically fit or deformed at birth,
Wether we be short or tall,
Some choices we have and plunder;
Some choices we just don’t have the luxury to make in this life.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande , a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Friendship we search and nurture,
Goals we set and achieve,
Cars we admire and acquire,
Ladies we desire and woo,
Houses we want and build,
Fights we pick to engage,
Enemies we make to stay clear of,
Dreams we envisage and fulfill,
Emotions we feel and react,
Journeys we embark to reach,
Targets we set to aim,
Although in life there are things we donot choose,
Things sometimes beyond the luxury of choice,
We donot decide to be born male or female,
We do not choose when to die or live,
We donot choose our religious affilation,
Wether to be born royalty or common,
Wether to be born affluent or poor,
Wether we be black or white,
Wether physically fit or deformed at birth,
Wether we be short or tall,
Some choices we have and plunder;
Some choices we just don’t have the luxury to make in this life.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande , a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
The rise of a giant
Days of obscurity and fear pioneered the tender cause,
Days of low tones and hush voices lingered in the air,
Days of despise and refutation persisted,
Days of humiliation and persecution ensued,
Days of seemingly endless tribulations stood still,
The pride of kinship and tribe paramount,
The fear of being stripped of power held awhile heightened,
The disdain of a kinsman turn around intensifies,
In trifles the weak and the lame moved away,
In great anticipation they sought asylum,
In a heated bout of debate they escaped the claws of the villains in great Abyssinia,
In harmony they were let to reside therein the foreign land,
Days pass by and the inspiration permitted a public declaration,
Days grew slowly into months and opposition intensified,
Days can be intriguing when kinsmen be compelled to camp outside their city’s gates,
Like the pain form a king cobra’s fang, the hearts of the oppressed hurt awhile,
Death took away the jewel of the desert at these trying times,
Dear and near she was to the leader of this young course,
Dire anguish and pain transcends the fulcrum of the tender struggle,
Great news came from kinsmen afar,
Glad tidings and pleasant pledges abound,
Geared to help tribal feuds desist and lead the united souls to light,
Thereafter, wars, battles and sabotages became the norm,
The young lion curb has now grown strong with a beautiful mane,
The tempo denotes a state as thus; sometimes they won sometimes they lost,
Patience and unshaken faith the young and fragile state held onto as a survival recipe,
People trooping in from near and afar,
Pledging allegiance to a just and transparent course,
Paradigm shift from slave to master unveiled,
Plunging the proud and the pompous into the ditch of regrets,
Like the pipers tune tempo the loyal were drawn to gather,
Like a large hive of bees an army thus commandeth,
Like a roaring storm they marched towards the cradle,
Like a baby’s bed, their once forsaken hometown is the cradle,
The root of the virgin religion they march to conquer,
Ten thousand man March to render, a once fierce enemy asunder,
The glorious march struck awe into the hearts of the oppressors,
The expectation for vengeance? Was snuggled by a faith so compassionate,
The show of mercy and empathy engulfed the conquest,
Humility and praise to God transcends the city,
Victory and great heart contentment was the order,
The little lion curb then weak and frail, now strong and fearsome has thus come to conquer,
The rise of a giant once a midget,
The dream once suppressed a secret has now come to be real,
Arise! Arise! Arise the giant!, because victory is yours now to ponder.
Muhammad tijjani nakande , a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Days of low tones and hush voices lingered in the air,
Days of despise and refutation persisted,
Days of humiliation and persecution ensued,
Days of seemingly endless tribulations stood still,
The pride of kinship and tribe paramount,
The fear of being stripped of power held awhile heightened,
The disdain of a kinsman turn around intensifies,
In trifles the weak and the lame moved away,
In great anticipation they sought asylum,
In a heated bout of debate they escaped the claws of the villains in great Abyssinia,
In harmony they were let to reside therein the foreign land,
Days pass by and the inspiration permitted a public declaration,
Days grew slowly into months and opposition intensified,
Days can be intriguing when kinsmen be compelled to camp outside their city’s gates,
Like the pain form a king cobra’s fang, the hearts of the oppressed hurt awhile,
Death took away the jewel of the desert at these trying times,
Dear and near she was to the leader of this young course,
Dire anguish and pain transcends the fulcrum of the tender struggle,
Great news came from kinsmen afar,
Glad tidings and pleasant pledges abound,
Geared to help tribal feuds desist and lead the united souls to light,
Thereafter, wars, battles and sabotages became the norm,
The young lion curb has now grown strong with a beautiful mane,
The tempo denotes a state as thus; sometimes they won sometimes they lost,
Patience and unshaken faith the young and fragile state held onto as a survival recipe,
People trooping in from near and afar,
Pledging allegiance to a just and transparent course,
Paradigm shift from slave to master unveiled,
Plunging the proud and the pompous into the ditch of regrets,
Like the pipers tune tempo the loyal were drawn to gather,
Like a large hive of bees an army thus commandeth,
Like a roaring storm they marched towards the cradle,
Like a baby’s bed, their once forsaken hometown is the cradle,
The root of the virgin religion they march to conquer,
Ten thousand man March to render, a once fierce enemy asunder,
The glorious march struck awe into the hearts of the oppressors,
The expectation for vengeance? Was snuggled by a faith so compassionate,
The show of mercy and empathy engulfed the conquest,
Humility and praise to God transcends the city,
Victory and great heart contentment was the order,
The little lion curb then weak and frail, now strong and fearsome has thus come to conquer,
The rise of a giant once a midget,
The dream once suppressed a secret has now come to be real,
Arise! Arise! Arise the giant!, because victory is yours now to ponder.
Muhammad tijjani nakande , a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
MOTHER
Blessed is the womb that bore the being,
Blessed is your smile that brightens my day,
Blessed is the burden that took you nine months to bear,
Blessed is your effort through my growing and trying days,
Those days I felt I knew all that life was about,
Those days you tried to caution me and I shun,
Those times I protested and detested as you warn,
Those times I was peer driven and adrenalin influenced,
Sometimes you cried in silence for a reckless youth,
Sometimes you prayed and waited, patience and faith you held onto,
Sometimes you can’t help but wonder, when I will ever be stable,
When I played and fell you washed my wounds,
When I fell sick and weak you were always by my side,
When my grades fall you told me I could do better,
When you said all I should do is believe and be determined, I knew my dreams would come through one day,
You gave me a shoulder to cry on and a push when I was afraid,
You stood by me in my times of trial and seemingly endless tribulations,
You believed in me when the world lost faith in me,
You always helped me see the bright side of my problems,
You are the star that brightens a dark night,
You are the silver lining behind my darkest tunnel,
You fed my tender mouth as a toddler and you support me until I could learn to walk on my feet,
If only I knew what I know today,
If only I could turn back the hands of time momma,
If only I could wipe your tears away, all those times I caused you pain,
If only I could give the whole world to see you smile,
If only I had listened to you then, mother, I am lost without you,
Today I look back at it all and I say to myself, “what if”?
Today, the whole world is not enough exchange for a minute without you,
All I want to say to you mother is “there are no words or wealth that can pay you back,
All I need to say to momma is, “my intent is to show you that I understand,
All I want to say to you mother is “you are appreciated”.
This poem is dedicated to my dear mother.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Blessed is your smile that brightens my day,
Blessed is the burden that took you nine months to bear,
Blessed is your effort through my growing and trying days,
Those days I felt I knew all that life was about,
Those days you tried to caution me and I shun,
Those times I protested and detested as you warn,
Those times I was peer driven and adrenalin influenced,
Sometimes you cried in silence for a reckless youth,
Sometimes you prayed and waited, patience and faith you held onto,
Sometimes you can’t help but wonder, when I will ever be stable,
When I played and fell you washed my wounds,
When I fell sick and weak you were always by my side,
When my grades fall you told me I could do better,
When you said all I should do is believe and be determined, I knew my dreams would come through one day,
You gave me a shoulder to cry on and a push when I was afraid,
You stood by me in my times of trial and seemingly endless tribulations,
You believed in me when the world lost faith in me,
You always helped me see the bright side of my problems,
You are the star that brightens a dark night,
You are the silver lining behind my darkest tunnel,
You fed my tender mouth as a toddler and you support me until I could learn to walk on my feet,
If only I knew what I know today,
If only I could turn back the hands of time momma,
If only I could wipe your tears away, all those times I caused you pain,
If only I could give the whole world to see you smile,
If only I had listened to you then, mother, I am lost without you,
Today I look back at it all and I say to myself, “what if”?
Today, the whole world is not enough exchange for a minute without you,
All I want to say to you mother is “there are no words or wealth that can pay you back,
All I need to say to momma is, “my intent is to show you that I understand,
All I want to say to you mother is “you are appreciated”.
This poem is dedicated to my dear mother.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Kano!!
Our home town is well known all over the federation and beyond to vote and choose our leadership based on what we believe is right,
We massively voted Mallam Ibrahim Shekarau into office in 2003 and later on back into office in 2007 even though he was faced by an incumbent ten times stronger.
We vote people into office as ordinary voters like you and i willing to see change in the administration of our great state!
We vote because we weigh the pros and the cons, the dos and the don’ts, the Ya Kamata’s!
We vote because we use our intellects to determine who will turn out to be a good leader.
Today we find ourselves in an academic environment, and therefore we ought to emulate and demonstrate what we practice back at home, a true democracy indeed!!,
As students of knowledge in a prestigious university like Unimaid, I think it will be an abuse to our intelligence for a person to come and sell a political candidate to us and we fail to ask them the reason why we should vote his or her candidate.
A ruthless cabal of so called politicians have infested our midst with a dirty type of politics that tends to honor electoral fraud and convincing people to vote blindly and aimlessly,
We are not stupid, are we? We are a people with a history of political uprightness since the times of the great Mallam Aminu Kano of blessed memory,
I will personally feel stupid and dumb if you tell me to vote a particular candidate and I don’t ask you to give me reasons why I should vote them,
We all are living witnesses to the end story of electoral fraud and trying to impose thyself on the throne of leadership by all means necessary, it is no secret; it trails you all the way!!,
So dear congress members, let us shun voting with fake I.D’s, indigene form, electoral violence, Zabe cikin Duhu Da jahilchi and above all Zaben Tumun Dare.
“An Daina Ninke mu, mun daina zabe cikin jahilchi, sai an bamu hujjar zaben da zamu yi, kuma mun san Allah ne kadai yake bada mulki ga wanda ya so kuma lokacin da ya so”.
Finally, the issue of godfatherism is a burning and recurrent issue in Nigeria and our student union politics awhile, nobody is going to dictate to us what and who we are supposed vote for,
The new style godfathers have infested the minds of the young union members so much so that this cadre of future leaders are totally convinced that politics is synonymous with hypocrisy, that student unionism is synonymous with self aggrandizement and opens a window to political begging.
Therefore, we should please open our eyes and vote our prospectus leaders based on reason and logic as intellectuals and not based on first come issues or baseless godfather’s orientation.
Therefore I say Ask them why? Tell them to Give you reason why you should vote?
Thank you for reading my piece and God bless.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neon pan African, can be reached at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
We massively voted Mallam Ibrahim Shekarau into office in 2003 and later on back into office in 2007 even though he was faced by an incumbent ten times stronger.
We vote people into office as ordinary voters like you and i willing to see change in the administration of our great state!
We vote because we weigh the pros and the cons, the dos and the don’ts, the Ya Kamata’s!
We vote because we use our intellects to determine who will turn out to be a good leader.
Today we find ourselves in an academic environment, and therefore we ought to emulate and demonstrate what we practice back at home, a true democracy indeed!!,
As students of knowledge in a prestigious university like Unimaid, I think it will be an abuse to our intelligence for a person to come and sell a political candidate to us and we fail to ask them the reason why we should vote his or her candidate.
A ruthless cabal of so called politicians have infested our midst with a dirty type of politics that tends to honor electoral fraud and convincing people to vote blindly and aimlessly,
We are not stupid, are we? We are a people with a history of political uprightness since the times of the great Mallam Aminu Kano of blessed memory,
I will personally feel stupid and dumb if you tell me to vote a particular candidate and I don’t ask you to give me reasons why I should vote them,
We all are living witnesses to the end story of electoral fraud and trying to impose thyself on the throne of leadership by all means necessary, it is no secret; it trails you all the way!!,
So dear congress members, let us shun voting with fake I.D’s, indigene form, electoral violence, Zabe cikin Duhu Da jahilchi and above all Zaben Tumun Dare.
“An Daina Ninke mu, mun daina zabe cikin jahilchi, sai an bamu hujjar zaben da zamu yi, kuma mun san Allah ne kadai yake bada mulki ga wanda ya so kuma lokacin da ya so”.
Finally, the issue of godfatherism is a burning and recurrent issue in Nigeria and our student union politics awhile, nobody is going to dictate to us what and who we are supposed vote for,
The new style godfathers have infested the minds of the young union members so much so that this cadre of future leaders are totally convinced that politics is synonymous with hypocrisy, that student unionism is synonymous with self aggrandizement and opens a window to political begging.
Therefore, we should please open our eyes and vote our prospectus leaders based on reason and logic as intellectuals and not based on first come issues or baseless godfather’s orientation.
Therefore I say Ask them why? Tell them to Give you reason why you should vote?
Thank you for reading my piece and God bless.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neon pan African, can be reached at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
LIFE
The first cry of a baby says it has arrived,
The first words uttered says it can learn,
The first words of “mama” brings delight to thy mum,
The first steps taken makes mama feel like an Egyptian queen,
The days transcend into months and hope rises high,
The survival of the little infant tells a story,
The story line which I narrate as thus;
The world we live in is like a toddler’s clay toy,
This moment it is shaped like a cup and the next it is out of shape,
The world is like a beautiful old lady, a beautiful work of nature overtime,
Since I was a young lad growing,
And now I am a young man glowing,
I have never seen this world changing,
The people that lived are part of history,
The people alive are a part to contemporize,
The folks yet unborn are part of destiny,
The people come and go as a herd through a perch,
Some touch lives and they are honored,
Some sit tight in corners while others make their mark,
Others end lives and they are remembered as tyrants,
The wise, the rich, the royal all live their footprints on the sands of time,
The man that grew out of a baby is now old and feeble, too weak and frail to quibble,
The bible says “what goes around, comes around”,
The basic rules of life remain the same overtime though,
No matter how serious you take life,
You will never get out of it alive,
The inevitable comes calling! Come! , come! Death beckons, come Home to your Lord!,
This day remains the most detested by man so much a times taken off guard,
The truth and irony about this life remains that, we all die in the end somehow.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
The first words uttered says it can learn,
The first words of “mama” brings delight to thy mum,
The first steps taken makes mama feel like an Egyptian queen,
The days transcend into months and hope rises high,
The survival of the little infant tells a story,
The story line which I narrate as thus;
The world we live in is like a toddler’s clay toy,
This moment it is shaped like a cup and the next it is out of shape,
The world is like a beautiful old lady, a beautiful work of nature overtime,
Since I was a young lad growing,
And now I am a young man glowing,
I have never seen this world changing,
The people that lived are part of history,
The people alive are a part to contemporize,
The folks yet unborn are part of destiny,
The people come and go as a herd through a perch,
Some touch lives and they are honored,
Some sit tight in corners while others make their mark,
Others end lives and they are remembered as tyrants,
The wise, the rich, the royal all live their footprints on the sands of time,
The man that grew out of a baby is now old and feeble, too weak and frail to quibble,
The bible says “what goes around, comes around”,
The basic rules of life remain the same overtime though,
No matter how serious you take life,
You will never get out of it alive,
The inevitable comes calling! Come! , come! Death beckons, come Home to your Lord!,
This day remains the most detested by man so much a times taken off guard,
The truth and irony about this life remains that, we all die in the end somehow.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Things we do for love.
Some things we do for humanity,
Some we do for country.
Some things we do for prestige,
Some for the reputation,
Sometimes we hurt and shun,
Sometimes we smile and shine,
Sometimes we look past some wrongs,
So much that we appear spotless to thyself,
Sober and sullen we slumber in thoughts,
So when the raging fire of love comes to hurt,
Some pain we soak alone,
Some pain we sore the seeds,
Some things we do for friends,
Some things we do for family, family in solitaire,
Sometimes we seek solitary engagement,
So much so that we soldier to not to soak in tears,
Some things we do for the sake of mates,
Some things we do for love,
Sometimes a mix of joy and sorrow, the blessings come to pass,
So long as we do some things for love?
Solace we seek as everlasting passion surmounts.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Some we do for country.
Some things we do for prestige,
Some for the reputation,
Sometimes we hurt and shun,
Sometimes we smile and shine,
Sometimes we look past some wrongs,
So much that we appear spotless to thyself,
Sober and sullen we slumber in thoughts,
So when the raging fire of love comes to hurt,
Some pain we soak alone,
Some pain we sore the seeds,
Some things we do for friends,
Some things we do for family, family in solitaire,
Sometimes we seek solitary engagement,
So much so that we soldier to not to soak in tears,
Some things we do for the sake of mates,
Some things we do for love,
Sometimes a mix of joy and sorrow, the blessings come to pass,
So long as we do some things for love?
Solace we seek as everlasting passion surmounts.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Saturday, December 26, 2009
A national president indeed!
“Ance wai juma’ar da zata yi kyau tun daga laraba ake gane ta”
Hausa proverb.
The above proverb clearly summarizes what I intend to address. It is an old Hausa- Fulani tradition that a young boy be given a piece of land to farm on so as to be tested on how much of maturity he has attained and to be able to determine whether or not it is time to give him a bigger parcel of land and subsequently graduate him to fend for himself.
It has come to my notice that the students playing the almighty national body politics and their allies have their own priorities heavily misplaced. Common sense demands a review of an intending candidate through those people over which the person in question has governed, if the subjects are happy with the performance of the outgoing; fine and good, at least this is how people like Barrack Obama were recommended and sold to the American public.
We at the local chapter down in Unimaid were suffering under a tyrannical and oppressive regime that has no respect for the views of the majority, a leadership with no screws in them, a leadership that is proud and arrogant always claiming to be king makers, a leadership that abuses public office to personal gains and gratification, a leadership that offers its helpless subjects substandard services and materials, a leadership that eulogizes vote and electoral frauds and practices in the name of “Toronto”, a leadership that is yet to finish answering our queries , a leadership that is full of self praising in the name of Achievement! Achievement! Achievement!, a leadership full of noise and yet, some disgruntled clique of disillusioned so called politicians chose for us such a leadership as president. What a president indeed!
We intend to fight injustices and unfair marginalization till our dying days, and we feel this choice of leadership is so unfair to the forthcoming generation, our children yet unborn because the incumbent is not a moral role model. And we would like to bring to Mr. presidents notice that a We Want To Say back in school!.
If I jubilate with this leadership, it would be hypocritical, I just want to say that it is very unfortunate that as intellectually minded as Kano students are perceived, how could they have scooped so low as to choose such a leadership, I challenge us to save the next generation from doom because history has a funny way of repeating itself and we are living witnesses of the excesses of your supposed leader.
Let us come together and reason rationally, come to our senses and throw away sentiments, N.A.K.S.S will be here long after we are gone and posterity will never forgive us if we jeopardize the future structure of our union. I am but a plain Warner unto us all. Thank you for reading my piece and God bless.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African, wrote in from the university of Maiduguri Nigeria, you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Hausa proverb.
The above proverb clearly summarizes what I intend to address. It is an old Hausa- Fulani tradition that a young boy be given a piece of land to farm on so as to be tested on how much of maturity he has attained and to be able to determine whether or not it is time to give him a bigger parcel of land and subsequently graduate him to fend for himself.
It has come to my notice that the students playing the almighty national body politics and their allies have their own priorities heavily misplaced. Common sense demands a review of an intending candidate through those people over which the person in question has governed, if the subjects are happy with the performance of the outgoing; fine and good, at least this is how people like Barrack Obama were recommended and sold to the American public.
We at the local chapter down in Unimaid were suffering under a tyrannical and oppressive regime that has no respect for the views of the majority, a leadership with no screws in them, a leadership that is proud and arrogant always claiming to be king makers, a leadership that abuses public office to personal gains and gratification, a leadership that offers its helpless subjects substandard services and materials, a leadership that eulogizes vote and electoral frauds and practices in the name of “Toronto”, a leadership that is yet to finish answering our queries , a leadership that is full of self praising in the name of Achievement! Achievement! Achievement!, a leadership full of noise and yet, some disgruntled clique of disillusioned so called politicians chose for us such a leadership as president. What a president indeed!
We intend to fight injustices and unfair marginalization till our dying days, and we feel this choice of leadership is so unfair to the forthcoming generation, our children yet unborn because the incumbent is not a moral role model. And we would like to bring to Mr. presidents notice that a We Want To Say back in school!.
If I jubilate with this leadership, it would be hypocritical, I just want to say that it is very unfortunate that as intellectually minded as Kano students are perceived, how could they have scooped so low as to choose such a leadership, I challenge us to save the next generation from doom because history has a funny way of repeating itself and we are living witnesses of the excesses of your supposed leader.
Let us come together and reason rationally, come to our senses and throw away sentiments, N.A.K.S.S will be here long after we are gone and posterity will never forgive us if we jeopardize the future structure of our union. I am but a plain Warner unto us all. Thank you for reading my piece and God bless.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African, wrote in from the university of Maiduguri Nigeria, you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
The last time Nigeria had a real president
It should be evident to note by now that any leader anywhere in the world that does not dance to the Euro-American tune is labeled by CNN and BBC as abusing human rights and violating seemingly countless Geneva conventions and breaching sanction agreements .
As long as a leader does not tango with the western power blocs, he is either a tyrant or a dictator. Look around you and see, the Venezuela, Iran, Uganda, Sudan, Liberia, Zaire, Guinea and Cuba to mention but a few.
It should be observed that if a supposed leader is socialist by economic outlook, a psycho-media war is declared upon the administration so much that its subjects begin to believe what they are constantly told by the media. It is funny how global opinions are formed by CNN and BBC this days. The way governments and societies are to be run is being dished out by the western media and we are subconsciously being programmed to do as we see on TV. We are living witnesses to the IDI AMIN saga, two Hollywood blockbusters succeeded each other to finally discredit him as a man eater, a sex maniac and a brutal murderer.
All the African leaders that directly or indirectly said “Africa is the only continent we have and therefore we should be left alone to solve our problems ourselves”, have become the victims of western character assassination and blackmail.
“…For the International Community, we ask that you suspend judgment while we grapple with the onerous task of nation building, reconciliation and repairs …Nigeria is the only country we have. We must, therefore, solve our problems ourselves”...
Late general Sani Abacha November 1993 speech.
To the myopic mind being plagued by the western media stereotyping and some ethnic sections of Nigeria especially the June 12 people, your sense of reason might be clouded at the mention of this African hero. However, it is clearly evident to see that poverty, depilated roads and inadequate infrastructure combined killed more people during the fourth republic than the late general supposed bullet wounds. It is a tradition in any struggling country willing to rise to prominence that some countrymen be sent forth to the great beyond to make room for growth and development, it is no secret, history has it in store from Moses down to George bush. We saw the political demise of a former minister for justice, we saw the mysterious plane crash of some seven 7 generals, we saw another mystery in Macchidos death and his allies, we saw a failed attempt at late Wada Nas of blessed memory to mention but a few.
The over ten billion dollars meant for the power sector was never accounted for. If I ruled and carried out some secret deals and I am still alive, in fact I have a stooge in place, then how on earth do you expect me to be labeled the fourth must corrupt head of state by transparency international? Halliburton is an American investment with a colorless form, I mean nobody questions its audacity.
The vendetta carried out against the late general, his family, and his allies coupled with the fact that he said no to Euro-American economic interest and said yes to Korea-Arab-China economic romance is an indicator of how personal prejudices were employed to suffocate vision 2010.
The petroleum special trust fund P.T.F is an establishment with no rival yet. Funded by revenues from an increase in the price of oil, was established in 1995. Under the leadership of former military leader Muhammad Buhari, the trust fund used its resources of almost 100 billion naira (roughly $1 billion) to repair roads and support education. In our higher institutions of learning we are living witnesses to how only P.T.F buses convey us to excursions and field trips conveniently, how we still have access to remains of P.T.F low price edition text and note books with paper quality that only MacMillan England could rival, in our teaching hospitals we see P.T.F buses still conveying patients, drugs in our hospitals were given for free, maternal health care was also free, bed sheets and mattresses , wheel chairs, tarred roads on our high ways that stood the test of time and are still trod are all courtesy of a supposed tyrannical regime and the list goes on and on… I mean eleven 11 years after its demise!!.
Against all expectations, Nigeria continued to maintain reasonable macroeconomic stability. Inflation remained at modest levels, the exchange rate was stable, and the budget deficit appeared under control.
The petroleum development trust fund P.T.D.F, is some crooked arrangement I cannot seem to feel its impact as a commoner and to understand where on earth it is headed towards. It is evident that it built and refurbished a number of departments nationwide, it dolls out scholarships to the children of the high and mighty e.t.c, if it touched the commoner, it would have become common knowledge and to God I would have said it here and now. What a pathetic substitute for our beloved P.T.F!!.
Within a span of three 3 years the P.T.F had achieved virtually what a whole civilian administration of eight 8 years failed to halve.
It is an irony how a country that wants to industrialize has almost everything from matches to toilet rolls being imported into its enclaves. We import rice, sugar, wheat, cars, soap, torch lights, bikes e.t.c and yet “Nigeria is going to be among the twenty most industrialized nations come the year 2020”!!, the millennium development goal seeks to cripple Nigeria under people that dance to the tunes of the Euro-Americans who control the world bank and the international monetary fund I.M.F. the said stashed monies in a Swiss account could be said to be chicken change compared to the living generals eight 8 years of random sampling.
They say it is good you open up, be tolerant, import from us, give us the foreign exchange, we will give you a temporary U.N seat, we will give you human right e.t.c. and yet there is no country on earth that developed without industry, and that was what the late general simply said, “ give us a chance to solve our problems ourselves” stamped his feet and meant it, that we should be left to learn to manufacture and produce and not be dependent on importation and thus the U.N sanctions that threatened our survival and the turmoil that characterized the generals exit. History has it that any nation about to take off into affluent perpetuity must endure hard times meant to absorb sanction shocks and strengthen the weakling economy.
Nigerians are very impatient people who are always expecting a miracle. Change never did come to any nation in history without some sacrificial lambs and Nigeria is no exception. To change is to persevere and sacrifice and only a few Nigerians are willing to do just that.
The Korean Indian auto works K.I.A, were in the dream pipeline of the late general to come down to Nigeria and manufacture cars with Nigerian raw material and labor, thus generating employment and jerking per capita in terms of foreign exchange [driving tokumbo cars would have since become a thing of the past]. The Peugeot assembly of Nigeria PAN was under a final warning by the late general to start manufacturing cars in Nigeria with Nigerian raw materials and labor or pack up and leave the country [thanks to ten 10 years of democracy now, the only thing Nigerian in their cars now is the water in the radiator].
The Indian company that later partnered with a Korean company to produce KIA cars was built alongside Ajaokuta steel company of Nigeria, and yet I ask you!, where is Ajaokuta steel coy today? [that is ten 10 years of democracy].
I have but touched upon but a few of the late generals foresightedness, patriotism and Africanism and challenge any one to please give Nigeria a detailed explanation behind the scraping of P.T.F, and I gallantly put the trust fund against all this ten years of saying ay!! And neigh!!.
I hope that if sentiments are kept aside and rational reasoning employed, I must have started winning some converts for the late general by now. It’s nothing personal, it’s strictly intellectual.
Thus, the last time Nigeria had a real president was 1993-1998, the late general Sani Abacha of blessed memory, may his soul rest in peace, amen.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African, you can reach him online at muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
As long as a leader does not tango with the western power blocs, he is either a tyrant or a dictator. Look around you and see, the Venezuela, Iran, Uganda, Sudan, Liberia, Zaire, Guinea and Cuba to mention but a few.
It should be observed that if a supposed leader is socialist by economic outlook, a psycho-media war is declared upon the administration so much that its subjects begin to believe what they are constantly told by the media. It is funny how global opinions are formed by CNN and BBC this days. The way governments and societies are to be run is being dished out by the western media and we are subconsciously being programmed to do as we see on TV. We are living witnesses to the IDI AMIN saga, two Hollywood blockbusters succeeded each other to finally discredit him as a man eater, a sex maniac and a brutal murderer.
All the African leaders that directly or indirectly said “Africa is the only continent we have and therefore we should be left alone to solve our problems ourselves”, have become the victims of western character assassination and blackmail.
“…For the International Community, we ask that you suspend judgment while we grapple with the onerous task of nation building, reconciliation and repairs …Nigeria is the only country we have. We must, therefore, solve our problems ourselves”...
Late general Sani Abacha November 1993 speech.
To the myopic mind being plagued by the western media stereotyping and some ethnic sections of Nigeria especially the June 12 people, your sense of reason might be clouded at the mention of this African hero. However, it is clearly evident to see that poverty, depilated roads and inadequate infrastructure combined killed more people during the fourth republic than the late general supposed bullet wounds. It is a tradition in any struggling country willing to rise to prominence that some countrymen be sent forth to the great beyond to make room for growth and development, it is no secret, history has it in store from Moses down to George bush. We saw the political demise of a former minister for justice, we saw the mysterious plane crash of some seven 7 generals, we saw another mystery in Macchidos death and his allies, we saw a failed attempt at late Wada Nas of blessed memory to mention but a few.
The over ten billion dollars meant for the power sector was never accounted for. If I ruled and carried out some secret deals and I am still alive, in fact I have a stooge in place, then how on earth do you expect me to be labeled the fourth must corrupt head of state by transparency international? Halliburton is an American investment with a colorless form, I mean nobody questions its audacity.
The vendetta carried out against the late general, his family, and his allies coupled with the fact that he said no to Euro-American economic interest and said yes to Korea-Arab-China economic romance is an indicator of how personal prejudices were employed to suffocate vision 2010.
The petroleum special trust fund P.T.F is an establishment with no rival yet. Funded by revenues from an increase in the price of oil, was established in 1995. Under the leadership of former military leader Muhammad Buhari, the trust fund used its resources of almost 100 billion naira (roughly $1 billion) to repair roads and support education. In our higher institutions of learning we are living witnesses to how only P.T.F buses convey us to excursions and field trips conveniently, how we still have access to remains of P.T.F low price edition text and note books with paper quality that only MacMillan England could rival, in our teaching hospitals we see P.T.F buses still conveying patients, drugs in our hospitals were given for free, maternal health care was also free, bed sheets and mattresses , wheel chairs, tarred roads on our high ways that stood the test of time and are still trod are all courtesy of a supposed tyrannical regime and the list goes on and on… I mean eleven 11 years after its demise!!.
Against all expectations, Nigeria continued to maintain reasonable macroeconomic stability. Inflation remained at modest levels, the exchange rate was stable, and the budget deficit appeared under control.
The petroleum development trust fund P.T.D.F, is some crooked arrangement I cannot seem to feel its impact as a commoner and to understand where on earth it is headed towards. It is evident that it built and refurbished a number of departments nationwide, it dolls out scholarships to the children of the high and mighty e.t.c, if it touched the commoner, it would have become common knowledge and to God I would have said it here and now. What a pathetic substitute for our beloved P.T.F!!.
Within a span of three 3 years the P.T.F had achieved virtually what a whole civilian administration of eight 8 years failed to halve.
It is an irony how a country that wants to industrialize has almost everything from matches to toilet rolls being imported into its enclaves. We import rice, sugar, wheat, cars, soap, torch lights, bikes e.t.c and yet “Nigeria is going to be among the twenty most industrialized nations come the year 2020”!!, the millennium development goal seeks to cripple Nigeria under people that dance to the tunes of the Euro-Americans who control the world bank and the international monetary fund I.M.F. the said stashed monies in a Swiss account could be said to be chicken change compared to the living generals eight 8 years of random sampling.
They say it is good you open up, be tolerant, import from us, give us the foreign exchange, we will give you a temporary U.N seat, we will give you human right e.t.c. and yet there is no country on earth that developed without industry, and that was what the late general simply said, “ give us a chance to solve our problems ourselves” stamped his feet and meant it, that we should be left to learn to manufacture and produce and not be dependent on importation and thus the U.N sanctions that threatened our survival and the turmoil that characterized the generals exit. History has it that any nation about to take off into affluent perpetuity must endure hard times meant to absorb sanction shocks and strengthen the weakling economy.
Nigerians are very impatient people who are always expecting a miracle. Change never did come to any nation in history without some sacrificial lambs and Nigeria is no exception. To change is to persevere and sacrifice and only a few Nigerians are willing to do just that.
The Korean Indian auto works K.I.A, were in the dream pipeline of the late general to come down to Nigeria and manufacture cars with Nigerian raw material and labor, thus generating employment and jerking per capita in terms of foreign exchange [driving tokumbo cars would have since become a thing of the past]. The Peugeot assembly of Nigeria PAN was under a final warning by the late general to start manufacturing cars in Nigeria with Nigerian raw materials and labor or pack up and leave the country [thanks to ten 10 years of democracy now, the only thing Nigerian in their cars now is the water in the radiator].
The Indian company that later partnered with a Korean company to produce KIA cars was built alongside Ajaokuta steel company of Nigeria, and yet I ask you!, where is Ajaokuta steel coy today? [that is ten 10 years of democracy].
I have but touched upon but a few of the late generals foresightedness, patriotism and Africanism and challenge any one to please give Nigeria a detailed explanation behind the scraping of P.T.F, and I gallantly put the trust fund against all this ten years of saying ay!! And neigh!!.
I hope that if sentiments are kept aside and rational reasoning employed, I must have started winning some converts for the late general by now. It’s nothing personal, it’s strictly intellectual.
Thus, the last time Nigeria had a real president was 1993-1998, the late general Sani Abacha of blessed memory, may his soul rest in peace, amen.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African, you can reach him online at muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
A trip so far.
Daily Differences in wants and needs abound,
Food, shelter and clothing we see basic,
Daily thriving for survival make us move,
From one place to the other we journey,
Searching for a cause to better life,
This time, way past basic needs,
At first, eager and enthusiastic we climb on board,
Excitement mounting at the thought of perceived success,
Buying extravagantly at origin we set forth,
Thereafter, settled we are on board as we take off,
Through hills and valleys we journey,
Day gives way to night and then, the heart goes sober ,
A skid at the wrong turn sends the car swinging off course,
Everybody on board timid and frightened for dear life,
Clinging on to the carrier as a baby would his mothers back,
Looking forward into the depths of the night and hoping,
Too dark to see through the night, what will be at the next turn?
Only the Lord knows!, men they say; only turn to God,
When the Devil has no further use for them,
Now , even the godless turn to God and yearn for safe delivery,
Stars above in the sky give a glimmer of hope in earnest,
Soft as wool in winter the hearts of men on a trip become,
Whispering in low tones, asking the Lord to see them through,
Their whole dilemma handed over to their own creator ,
Out of his infinite mercy he lands them safely,
Proud and arrogant they become once again,
Hurriedly, they disperse forgetting,
The favors of their Lord upon them,
To even say thank you Lord?, it might seem tiring,
And thus, the search for livelihood continues,
A seemingly endless search indeed!,
From the cradle to the grave we search,
Sometimes obliged to move in order to seek,
How long will this journey go on?, a lifelong pursuit I guess!,
How much easier is the journey getting so far?, only the Lord knows,
Time destroys everything, and thus the trip so far.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafricanist, you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Food, shelter and clothing we see basic,
Daily thriving for survival make us move,
From one place to the other we journey,
Searching for a cause to better life,
This time, way past basic needs,
At first, eager and enthusiastic we climb on board,
Excitement mounting at the thought of perceived success,
Buying extravagantly at origin we set forth,
Thereafter, settled we are on board as we take off,
Through hills and valleys we journey,
Day gives way to night and then, the heart goes sober ,
A skid at the wrong turn sends the car swinging off course,
Everybody on board timid and frightened for dear life,
Clinging on to the carrier as a baby would his mothers back,
Looking forward into the depths of the night and hoping,
Too dark to see through the night, what will be at the next turn?
Only the Lord knows!, men they say; only turn to God,
When the Devil has no further use for them,
Now , even the godless turn to God and yearn for safe delivery,
Stars above in the sky give a glimmer of hope in earnest,
Soft as wool in winter the hearts of men on a trip become,
Whispering in low tones, asking the Lord to see them through,
Their whole dilemma handed over to their own creator ,
Out of his infinite mercy he lands them safely,
Proud and arrogant they become once again,
Hurriedly, they disperse forgetting,
The favors of their Lord upon them,
To even say thank you Lord?, it might seem tiring,
And thus, the search for livelihood continues,
A seemingly endless search indeed!,
From the cradle to the grave we search,
Sometimes obliged to move in order to seek,
How long will this journey go on?, a lifelong pursuit I guess!,
How much easier is the journey getting so far?, only the Lord knows,
Time destroys everything, and thus the trip so far.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, is a neo panafricanist, you can reach him online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Monday, December 7, 2009
Thank you Mallam shekarau! A youth perspective.
“A leader is a man who has the ability to get other people to do what they don't want to do, and like it”.
Harry S. Truman (1884 - 1972)
U.S. president.
It is evident to note by now that, no society has ever progressed and developed infrastructure wise with its human populace being handicapped.
It is on this premise that I will put forth my views on Mallam Ibrahim Shekarau’s person and administration. By party affiliation, I belong to the shekarau opposition camp, but the effort put in place is so glaringly clear that even a blind man could testify, so, I put political party affiliation aside, say the truth and shame the devil, and to remind you dear readers, my admitting the golden era of Mallam shekarau does not in any way make me less of an opposition that I was and will always be. It’s nothing personal, it’s strictly politics.
Categorically put forward, it could be deduced that the first four [4] years of Mallams administration was geared towards Human development, while the second part of the four [4] year tenure is being driven by Infrastructural development.
If you and I are hungry, impoverished, unemployed, insecure, and if our aging and dependent fathers who served this great state are not given their dues in good time or not paid at all as the case was, if portable pipe bone water had eluded the general populace and in their place we had instead, well tarred and glamorous roads, fancy Sallah events, world standard hospitals, extravagantly furnished ministries, fancy round-abouts and the likes. Then let me tell you something, a beautifully paved road and fancy clinic will not have people to walk it and admire it if the people are not well equipped, thus empowering the people to be employed and engaged would guarantee enjoyment of the facilities that would later be provided, and this is just what Mallam shekarau did in a nutshell, and it is what we are going to dwell upon, adore and appreciate and once again collectively say thank you.
“It is everlastingly true that on the whole the best guide to the future is to be found in a proper understanding of the lessons of the past”.
Warren G. Harding (1865 - 1923)
U.S. president.
Whatever the leaders of today put in place will be for the benefits of the youths of today who are presumably the leaders of tomorrow. We are going to start by examining the human development aspect of Mallams administration then later focus on the supposed infrastructural development and subsequently marry the two giant efforts together to rival and supersede the administrations of the likes of former governor Abubakar Rimi and Late Audu Bako of blessed memory combined.
The Mallam shekarau lead administration started off with a set of programs that were aimed at directly making an impact on the life of the poor and the downtrodden, the middle class and subsequently the elite to begin with;
• This administration restructured the salary package of the class room teacher, paid them in good time and looked into their general welfare.
• The A daidaita sahu program was put into mainstream governance which greatly helped in producing a more well behaved and refined citizen of Kano state thanks to constant radio messaging that readily reaches the common man in Kano state i.e “daidaita sahun nan yana nufin….mata su zauna gidan miji…daidata sahun nan yana nufin yan achaba su daina ganganchi.. e.t.c
• The same program brought in buses and tricycles that both young and old were employed by, which fed extensive families with, gave others the opportunity to be married , paid bills and school fees with, and gave out “sojan haya”, a term given to a person who works off a vehicle already assigned to another and still make money to survive. It also gave shelter to our mothers and grandmothers who instead would have been exposed to the dangers of Achaba riders and sex offenders.
• The Hisbah board systematically sought to and made a giant effort towards sanitizing our billboards which hitherto contained explicit and sometimes nude depictions of sensual female models in the crafty name of advertising and marketing.
• The Adaidaita Sahu inspired program was instrumental to the partitioning of almost all Kano state ministries bringing an end to free mixing of the sexes in their bit to contribute to nation building. What more of a Sharia system would we be asking for? [ I mean anywhere in the world].
• The Tsangaya system [ a system of Islamic education in northern Nigeria] sought to sanitize the Almajirai/allo system of education and thus, documented the ones worthy of caring and educating the young minds, provided them with the necessary learning materials, enlisted them in free food distribution during Ramadan, and provided them with soft financial assistance and strict monitoring as a pilot project to begin with.
• We the youth have been witnessing a near perfect and stress free Kallon Hawan Sarki due to effective and pro active arrangement jointly put in place during the whole week of Sallah by the Nigerian police force.
• The primary and post primary school within the government in question has witnessed a surge in its total staff employment list, the largest of its kind in the history of the education sector. Young and energetic N.d, N.c.e graduates were at last taken off the streets for good.
• The food handed down to people which is evidently well prepared is one of the greatest achievements of this administration towards improving the human lot of this great state because it is evident that feeding in the month of Ramadan is very much rewarding
• It was during Mallams administration that we as tertiary institution student got a 100% rise in scholarship and course with practical studies were recently given a rise, how sensitive of a humble fellow!
The soft loans handed out to unemployed youth after empowering them through seminars and workshops on things like soap making and poultry is a normal occurrence and a good sight to behold as some of those youths shot off on track to becoming great poultry farmers feeding families and dependents from a supposed paltry loan.
The seemingly inexhaustible roll call of Mallams human development oriented first four [4] years could be said to be simmered down in order to save space for the infrastructural side of the story. Thus, with the generality of the populace being humanely empowered, we could say that they are now ready to enjoy whatever infrastructure will be put in place at ease. A hungry man they say is an angry man and thus we might have been indisposed towards enjoying the supposed social amenities then.
Infrastructure is defined as ; public services or systems, the large scale public systems, services and facilities of a state or a region that are necessary for economic activity, including power and water supplies, public transport, telecommunications, roads, and schools. In this regard, we could however bear witness to the giant stride by the Shekarau administration to among other things provide;
• An enviable road network rehabilitation, upgrading and at most trying times demolition and renewal. We saw roads pass through the most remote locations never imagined in the history of the state and it is ongoing.
• Our state specialist hospital popularly referred to as asibitin murtala or birni was rehabilitated to the world standard that it was and a new well tarred road inset, the nasarawa specialist hospital popularly called Muhammad Abdullahi wasse was equally refurbished and a new tarred road inset also.
• We are witnessing the building of two world class ultra modern hospitals at giginyu and zoo road respectively, an effort we cannot seem to remember which of our past military and civilian governors made.
• Street lights and traffic lights in Kano were considered a thing of the past, alas!! We can now enjoy the comfort of a well lit street while we cruise the beautiful road networks of our dear city.
• A fly over bridge we were meant to believe is only for riverine areas and too expensive to build, thanks to this administration, a fly over bridge is almost at 60% completion stage at the outskirts of Kano to ease traffic.
• To compliment the aging water processing and supply plant at Challawa, Mallams administration built from scratch the Tamburawa water processing and supply plant and now, places with ghost pump head terminals are seeing water for the first time in ages.
• The same program ushered in once again a more refined and well structured Hisbah board, their presence on our junctions to help when the traffic warden is off at six o clock really touched the high and the low [we all know the traffic jams we witness]. Their mere presence prevented us, especially the youths from committing countless crimes, their words although always mocked at, are always a reminder for people of understanding, they sanitized indiscriminate alcohol consumption that hitherto was spreading like wild fire in our society, advised ladies to dress decently e.t.c.
• The turmoil that surrounded our post office environs was laid to rest by a fair compensation which sought to relocate the skilled youths to a well designed and equipped market at farm centre. It was evident that three months ago the road leading to the post office and the post office buildings themselves were quite elusive to the view and passing through which took a minimum of ten [10] minutes then, now takes less than two minutes to get through and the view of the post office is a spectacular sight to behold.
• The illegal refuse dump sites and street corner refuse dumps are now a thing of the past, thanks to the effort of the refuse management and sanitation board REMASAB. Overtime recurring potholes on our roads are constantly filled up and maintained through the effort of the state ministry for land and physical planning and Kano state urban development and planning division KNUPDA. Many thanks to mallams efforts in providing them with over twenty [20] heavy duty trucks, [all painted yellow for reference].
• The recent effort of this administration to equip kano line with long commuter buses for a start is a move that only our fathers saw during the Rimi and Audu Bako era.
As inexhaustible as the roll call of this administrations infrastructural development effort might seem, time and space will warrant our limiting the efforts here and move on to simply marrying the two move together.
Thus, it is becoming increasingly clear that human development should supersede infrastructural development which will ensue maximization of the opportunities provided by an equally capable citizenry.
As for our royal father, I would also like to use this medium to say a big thank you and a big “Ran Sarki ya dade!” It is evident that the most advanced and sophisticated civilizations which today pride themselves as being the best democracies did not find any cause to separate politics from the monarchy on who’s foundation politics was built and strongly relies upon. The romance between our political administration and our humble monarchy is a symbol of the level of trust and confidence the common people have for this administration which tends to transcend itself in the royal approval and blessing given to the leader of the administration I call “The Golden Era”
The above notes, although not statistically documented are the pure observations that we as the youth have seen on the ground and can’t help but say thank you to mallam shekarau once more for a job well done, so far so good. God bless him and give him the vision to move on as humbled as ever, if his supposed dreams for the highest seat of governance is going to be beneficial to his being, religion and our beloved nation, may God see him through to it, amen.
Long live the federal republic of Nigeria!
Long live Kano state!
United we stand, divided we fall [like a house of cards]
Nigeria! Good people, great nation!
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a free lance writer, neo pan africanist, you can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Harry S. Truman (1884 - 1972)
U.S. president.
It is evident to note by now that, no society has ever progressed and developed infrastructure wise with its human populace being handicapped.
It is on this premise that I will put forth my views on Mallam Ibrahim Shekarau’s person and administration. By party affiliation, I belong to the shekarau opposition camp, but the effort put in place is so glaringly clear that even a blind man could testify, so, I put political party affiliation aside, say the truth and shame the devil, and to remind you dear readers, my admitting the golden era of Mallam shekarau does not in any way make me less of an opposition that I was and will always be. It’s nothing personal, it’s strictly politics.
Categorically put forward, it could be deduced that the first four [4] years of Mallams administration was geared towards Human development, while the second part of the four [4] year tenure is being driven by Infrastructural development.
If you and I are hungry, impoverished, unemployed, insecure, and if our aging and dependent fathers who served this great state are not given their dues in good time or not paid at all as the case was, if portable pipe bone water had eluded the general populace and in their place we had instead, well tarred and glamorous roads, fancy Sallah events, world standard hospitals, extravagantly furnished ministries, fancy round-abouts and the likes. Then let me tell you something, a beautifully paved road and fancy clinic will not have people to walk it and admire it if the people are not well equipped, thus empowering the people to be employed and engaged would guarantee enjoyment of the facilities that would later be provided, and this is just what Mallam shekarau did in a nutshell, and it is what we are going to dwell upon, adore and appreciate and once again collectively say thank you.
“It is everlastingly true that on the whole the best guide to the future is to be found in a proper understanding of the lessons of the past”.
Warren G. Harding (1865 - 1923)
U.S. president.
Whatever the leaders of today put in place will be for the benefits of the youths of today who are presumably the leaders of tomorrow. We are going to start by examining the human development aspect of Mallams administration then later focus on the supposed infrastructural development and subsequently marry the two giant efforts together to rival and supersede the administrations of the likes of former governor Abubakar Rimi and Late Audu Bako of blessed memory combined.
The Mallam shekarau lead administration started off with a set of programs that were aimed at directly making an impact on the life of the poor and the downtrodden, the middle class and subsequently the elite to begin with;
• This administration restructured the salary package of the class room teacher, paid them in good time and looked into their general welfare.
• The A daidaita sahu program was put into mainstream governance which greatly helped in producing a more well behaved and refined citizen of Kano state thanks to constant radio messaging that readily reaches the common man in Kano state i.e “daidaita sahun nan yana nufin….mata su zauna gidan miji…daidata sahun nan yana nufin yan achaba su daina ganganchi.. e.t.c
• The same program brought in buses and tricycles that both young and old were employed by, which fed extensive families with, gave others the opportunity to be married , paid bills and school fees with, and gave out “sojan haya”, a term given to a person who works off a vehicle already assigned to another and still make money to survive. It also gave shelter to our mothers and grandmothers who instead would have been exposed to the dangers of Achaba riders and sex offenders.
• The Hisbah board systematically sought to and made a giant effort towards sanitizing our billboards which hitherto contained explicit and sometimes nude depictions of sensual female models in the crafty name of advertising and marketing.
• The Adaidaita Sahu inspired program was instrumental to the partitioning of almost all Kano state ministries bringing an end to free mixing of the sexes in their bit to contribute to nation building. What more of a Sharia system would we be asking for? [ I mean anywhere in the world].
• The Tsangaya system [ a system of Islamic education in northern Nigeria] sought to sanitize the Almajirai/allo system of education and thus, documented the ones worthy of caring and educating the young minds, provided them with the necessary learning materials, enlisted them in free food distribution during Ramadan, and provided them with soft financial assistance and strict monitoring as a pilot project to begin with.
• We the youth have been witnessing a near perfect and stress free Kallon Hawan Sarki due to effective and pro active arrangement jointly put in place during the whole week of Sallah by the Nigerian police force.
• The primary and post primary school within the government in question has witnessed a surge in its total staff employment list, the largest of its kind in the history of the education sector. Young and energetic N.d, N.c.e graduates were at last taken off the streets for good.
• The food handed down to people which is evidently well prepared is one of the greatest achievements of this administration towards improving the human lot of this great state because it is evident that feeding in the month of Ramadan is very much rewarding
• It was during Mallams administration that we as tertiary institution student got a 100% rise in scholarship and course with practical studies were recently given a rise, how sensitive of a humble fellow!
The soft loans handed out to unemployed youth after empowering them through seminars and workshops on things like soap making and poultry is a normal occurrence and a good sight to behold as some of those youths shot off on track to becoming great poultry farmers feeding families and dependents from a supposed paltry loan.
The seemingly inexhaustible roll call of Mallams human development oriented first four [4] years could be said to be simmered down in order to save space for the infrastructural side of the story. Thus, with the generality of the populace being humanely empowered, we could say that they are now ready to enjoy whatever infrastructure will be put in place at ease. A hungry man they say is an angry man and thus we might have been indisposed towards enjoying the supposed social amenities then.
Infrastructure is defined as ; public services or systems, the large scale public systems, services and facilities of a state or a region that are necessary for economic activity, including power and water supplies, public transport, telecommunications, roads, and schools. In this regard, we could however bear witness to the giant stride by the Shekarau administration to among other things provide;
• An enviable road network rehabilitation, upgrading and at most trying times demolition and renewal. We saw roads pass through the most remote locations never imagined in the history of the state and it is ongoing.
• Our state specialist hospital popularly referred to as asibitin murtala or birni was rehabilitated to the world standard that it was and a new well tarred road inset, the nasarawa specialist hospital popularly called Muhammad Abdullahi wasse was equally refurbished and a new tarred road inset also.
• We are witnessing the building of two world class ultra modern hospitals at giginyu and zoo road respectively, an effort we cannot seem to remember which of our past military and civilian governors made.
• Street lights and traffic lights in Kano were considered a thing of the past, alas!! We can now enjoy the comfort of a well lit street while we cruise the beautiful road networks of our dear city.
• A fly over bridge we were meant to believe is only for riverine areas and too expensive to build, thanks to this administration, a fly over bridge is almost at 60% completion stage at the outskirts of Kano to ease traffic.
• To compliment the aging water processing and supply plant at Challawa, Mallams administration built from scratch the Tamburawa water processing and supply plant and now, places with ghost pump head terminals are seeing water for the first time in ages.
• The same program ushered in once again a more refined and well structured Hisbah board, their presence on our junctions to help when the traffic warden is off at six o clock really touched the high and the low [we all know the traffic jams we witness]. Their mere presence prevented us, especially the youths from committing countless crimes, their words although always mocked at, are always a reminder for people of understanding, they sanitized indiscriminate alcohol consumption that hitherto was spreading like wild fire in our society, advised ladies to dress decently e.t.c.
• The turmoil that surrounded our post office environs was laid to rest by a fair compensation which sought to relocate the skilled youths to a well designed and equipped market at farm centre. It was evident that three months ago the road leading to the post office and the post office buildings themselves were quite elusive to the view and passing through which took a minimum of ten [10] minutes then, now takes less than two minutes to get through and the view of the post office is a spectacular sight to behold.
• The illegal refuse dump sites and street corner refuse dumps are now a thing of the past, thanks to the effort of the refuse management and sanitation board REMASAB. Overtime recurring potholes on our roads are constantly filled up and maintained through the effort of the state ministry for land and physical planning and Kano state urban development and planning division KNUPDA. Many thanks to mallams efforts in providing them with over twenty [20] heavy duty trucks, [all painted yellow for reference].
• The recent effort of this administration to equip kano line with long commuter buses for a start is a move that only our fathers saw during the Rimi and Audu Bako era.
As inexhaustible as the roll call of this administrations infrastructural development effort might seem, time and space will warrant our limiting the efforts here and move on to simply marrying the two move together.
Thus, it is becoming increasingly clear that human development should supersede infrastructural development which will ensue maximization of the opportunities provided by an equally capable citizenry.
As for our royal father, I would also like to use this medium to say a big thank you and a big “Ran Sarki ya dade!” It is evident that the most advanced and sophisticated civilizations which today pride themselves as being the best democracies did not find any cause to separate politics from the monarchy on who’s foundation politics was built and strongly relies upon. The romance between our political administration and our humble monarchy is a symbol of the level of trust and confidence the common people have for this administration which tends to transcend itself in the royal approval and blessing given to the leader of the administration I call “The Golden Era”
The above notes, although not statistically documented are the pure observations that we as the youth have seen on the ground and can’t help but say thank you to mallam shekarau once more for a job well done, so far so good. God bless him and give him the vision to move on as humbled as ever, if his supposed dreams for the highest seat of governance is going to be beneficial to his being, religion and our beloved nation, may God see him through to it, amen.
Long live the federal republic of Nigeria!
Long live Kano state!
United we stand, divided we fall [like a house of cards]
Nigeria! Good people, great nation!
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a free lance writer, neo pan africanist, you can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Sunday, November 22, 2009
POWER
When power is abused in excess,
when the rulers hip shy’s away,
pretending not to hear the cry,
when the ruled complain in anguish,
when the society frowns at it,
when the good advisers refrain,
when opposition becomes taboo,
when the imam says “a daidata sahu”,
when no one says the same to the imam,
then, prejudice overshadows the king,
pride and arrogance rules the king,
seeing no fences and feeling no bounds,
there seems to be no limits at all,
self admiration and self worship ensues,
in a manner only befitting a dictatorship,
history has it in store that,
all tyrannical leaders since Moses,
they ended up self destroying,
ironically, history goes in cycles,
power abused in excess,
power seized by fraud,
comes haunting its culprit,
until it leads to self annihilation,
a word is enough for the wise,
a word of advice for future leaders,
do not seize and abuse power.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, neo pan africanist. You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com .
when the rulers hip shy’s away,
pretending not to hear the cry,
when the ruled complain in anguish,
when the society frowns at it,
when the good advisers refrain,
when opposition becomes taboo,
when the imam says “a daidata sahu”,
when no one says the same to the imam,
then, prejudice overshadows the king,
pride and arrogance rules the king,
seeing no fences and feeling no bounds,
there seems to be no limits at all,
self admiration and self worship ensues,
in a manner only befitting a dictatorship,
history has it in store that,
all tyrannical leaders since Moses,
they ended up self destroying,
ironically, history goes in cycles,
power abused in excess,
power seized by fraud,
comes haunting its culprit,
until it leads to self annihilation,
a word is enough for the wise,
a word of advice for future leaders,
do not seize and abuse power.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, neo pan africanist. You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com .
THE gods are not to blame.
[Pure confessions of a hypothetical sister gone sober]
Sincerely , I do not blame the God of time for a lack of husband or a set of difficulty in finding or keeping a date,
At 25+, I look back and I say what if,
When I look back through the hands of time and the joyful memories, left to me now I ask myself a very sincere question?
The last person I intend to lie to is myself though,
What was at the top of my priority list when I was young and tender?[when I was 16-18+],
A time my skin was as firm as a rubber band, and my whole being as succulent as a pumpkin from a royal pumpkin tree,
And remember!, no additives involved then!!,
Boys my age with fairy tale hopes asking me to marry them and alight,
Men much older and matured, proposing to a diamond in the dark,
Men and boys all in a seemingly endless journey of wooing a priceless work of art,
The thrill and fun that came along being clamored around intensified and I was beginning to think it will never end,
And at that time I had a list of my greatest priorities, neatly folded and tucked beneath my boundless heart,
As for the innocent proposers, it was either he was too short or too tall or just too cute for my liking dad,
And after all, marriage against my western induced will in the 21st century!?, that’s utterly silly dad,
Higher education and western influenced independence was all I yearn for inside silently though,
Marriage at this point to me is portrayed as being a burden which will tie my hands down and deprive my independence [babies and university!!!?]
Establishing a promising career was all I yearned for,
Financial independence is all I foresee,
All had to wait till I had my fill,
My biological clock would not stop ticking though, and my skin would not stop sagging as I grew older,
The natural allure and sharpness of my succulent skin is all but a mirage now,
Now I am plagued by enormous cost of maintenance, new gel, new soap, latest wears,
And now I look back at it all and say to myself silently,
Whatever was at the top of my priority list then should have waited,
Today, I do not want to blame the God of time,
For the God of time gave me a chance at a tender age,
this chance I thought would last a lifetime,
Indeed the gods are not to blame.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, wrote in from the university of Maiduguri, borno State, Nigeria.[2008]
Sincerely , I do not blame the God of time for a lack of husband or a set of difficulty in finding or keeping a date,
At 25+, I look back and I say what if,
When I look back through the hands of time and the joyful memories, left to me now I ask myself a very sincere question?
The last person I intend to lie to is myself though,
What was at the top of my priority list when I was young and tender?[when I was 16-18+],
A time my skin was as firm as a rubber band, and my whole being as succulent as a pumpkin from a royal pumpkin tree,
And remember!, no additives involved then!!,
Boys my age with fairy tale hopes asking me to marry them and alight,
Men much older and matured, proposing to a diamond in the dark,
Men and boys all in a seemingly endless journey of wooing a priceless work of art,
The thrill and fun that came along being clamored around intensified and I was beginning to think it will never end,
And at that time I had a list of my greatest priorities, neatly folded and tucked beneath my boundless heart,
As for the innocent proposers, it was either he was too short or too tall or just too cute for my liking dad,
And after all, marriage against my western induced will in the 21st century!?, that’s utterly silly dad,
Higher education and western influenced independence was all I yearn for inside silently though,
Marriage at this point to me is portrayed as being a burden which will tie my hands down and deprive my independence [babies and university!!!?]
Establishing a promising career was all I yearned for,
Financial independence is all I foresee,
All had to wait till I had my fill,
My biological clock would not stop ticking though, and my skin would not stop sagging as I grew older,
The natural allure and sharpness of my succulent skin is all but a mirage now,
Now I am plagued by enormous cost of maintenance, new gel, new soap, latest wears,
And now I look back at it all and say to myself silently,
Whatever was at the top of my priority list then should have waited,
Today, I do not want to blame the God of time,
For the God of time gave me a chance at a tender age,
this chance I thought would last a lifetime,
Indeed the gods are not to blame.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, wrote in from the university of Maiduguri, borno State, Nigeria.[2008]
Friday, November 20, 2009
कानो!!!
“ No man will make a great leader who wants to do it all by himself, or get all the credit for doing it”
Andrew Carnegie [1835-1919].
“True leadership must be for the benefit of the followers not the enrichment of the leaders. In combat, officers eat last”
Robert towns end [1920].
“We have to stop personalizing politics and be ready to accept genuine critism”
Aminu bello masari.
The above quotations are a food for thought for our dear readers.
The cardinal objective of a leader is the happiness, peace and progress of the followers. It is therefore pertinent for leaders to consider the teeming masses first, as their primary target, in order to change their lives for good. Anything contrary to this remains counterproductive and anti people.
As long as the world lasts, there will be wrongs, and if no man objected and no man rebelled, those wrongs will last forever.
Empty vessels they say makes the most noise. Achievement! Achievement! Achievement! Is all we ever hear. Ideally, a good leader should not blow his own trumpet all by himself.
Each succeeding generation of leaders should patiently await the testimony of the people they ruled over, it is from the joint testimonies of the teeming g masses that a historical account could be adequately documented and laid to rest in the annals’ of history whether good or bad. At first when votes were sought, it was low tone voices and a sense of pity for losing a first attempt; with high expectations, a majority of congress voted although some electoral misappropriation was employed. Still sober and timid, executive support was geared towards retrieving the unions most valued possession, from then, it has always been busy days, pride and unlimited arrogance. A crooked ruler just like a good liar will surely have an excuse for every misdeed when confronted, so, at first they might seem spotless.
The best attribute of a good leader is that which is inclined towards accepting genuine critsm and not making excuses and trying change for the better. An exemplary rule within a student union like ours will definitely be passed on to the outside world, back at home; if we are asked to give testimony of the leadership habits of a supposed senatorial aspirant who was a one time leader within our cycles back in school, guess what our general response will be? how much support do you think we will give? Do you and I think that we will forget so easily the busy spree? No!, I do not think we will.
Thus, I say this, even though the leader maybe as wise as a sage, he must humble himself and yield to the inclined public pressures and demands, only then will the intelligent and the wise offer to him their good counsel and the braveness to exert themselves in full submit to his course.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, a neo pan africanist. You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com .
Andrew Carnegie [1835-1919].
“True leadership must be for the benefit of the followers not the enrichment of the leaders. In combat, officers eat last”
Robert towns end [1920].
“We have to stop personalizing politics and be ready to accept genuine critism”
Aminu bello masari.
The above quotations are a food for thought for our dear readers.
The cardinal objective of a leader is the happiness, peace and progress of the followers. It is therefore pertinent for leaders to consider the teeming masses first, as their primary target, in order to change their lives for good. Anything contrary to this remains counterproductive and anti people.
As long as the world lasts, there will be wrongs, and if no man objected and no man rebelled, those wrongs will last forever.
Empty vessels they say makes the most noise. Achievement! Achievement! Achievement! Is all we ever hear. Ideally, a good leader should not blow his own trumpet all by himself.
Each succeeding generation of leaders should patiently await the testimony of the people they ruled over, it is from the joint testimonies of the teeming g masses that a historical account could be adequately documented and laid to rest in the annals’ of history whether good or bad. At first when votes were sought, it was low tone voices and a sense of pity for losing a first attempt; with high expectations, a majority of congress voted although some electoral misappropriation was employed. Still sober and timid, executive support was geared towards retrieving the unions most valued possession, from then, it has always been busy days, pride and unlimited arrogance. A crooked ruler just like a good liar will surely have an excuse for every misdeed when confronted, so, at first they might seem spotless.
The best attribute of a good leader is that which is inclined towards accepting genuine critsm and not making excuses and trying change for the better. An exemplary rule within a student union like ours will definitely be passed on to the outside world, back at home; if we are asked to give testimony of the leadership habits of a supposed senatorial aspirant who was a one time leader within our cycles back in school, guess what our general response will be? how much support do you think we will give? Do you and I think that we will forget so easily the busy spree? No!, I do not think we will.
Thus, I say this, even though the leader maybe as wise as a sage, he must humble himself and yield to the inclined public pressures and demands, only then will the intelligent and the wise offer to him their good counsel and the braveness to exert themselves in full submit to his course.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, a neo pan africanist. You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com .
Zan rattaba!!
“I do not believe in running cap in hand begging people or organizations for money to run our humble union. We must have a source of raising our revenue so as to truly make us independent to pursue our goal of equity and justice for all our members”
Muhammad Garba , N.U.J president.
Any organization that is not capable of generating its revenue internally and running itself at least for survival is not considered by business administrators to be an establishment deserving to maintain its name for much longer.
A good leader is suppose to be an innovator, creative and dynamic, not in terms of sweet begging the rich money bag politicians or elder state people; but in terms of being able to utilize revenue internally generated to put forth simple little achievements for their humble union.
A good leader ought to be a good manager and use funds and fund raising material at his disposal to churn out money for well defined projects.
The most prestigious N.AK.S.S is Bayero chapter. But even they put their vehicle to tread the equivalent of “accada to complex” generating nothing less than 15,000 naira monthly, which will be enough for fueling and general maintenance over time. Sometimes I wonder how show off on campus with public property could bring some cadre of people supposed happiness, while the masses are generally grumbling against unfair marginalization.
We are generally meant to believe that the essence of taking our unions vehicle home was to chase money bag politicians around for funds or their equivalent, visiting sick or bereaved congress members, attending their weddings and events e.t.c , yaeh!. So?, ideally under such arrangement the use of the vehicle should have been restricted within the bounds of this venture and not too much inclined towards personal gratification. Yes the vehicle serves as a personal as well as an official car to Mr. president! Agreed!, but how personal? There are and should be restraints. Ideally, personal engagement should be 30% and union issues take up 70%, in its absence, let the vehicle sleep and rest.
Almost everybody back at home, maid student or not will tell you where they saw your unions vehicle, Kaduna- Abuja express way, bachirawa, hotoro,shagari quarters e.t.c and in almost every unguwa within the metropolis , one thing I live to ask you and I is, are we the only union with a car or it’s just that we have a leadership with no screws in them?
Trust is burden and every one of us is but a Sheppard that will be called upon to account for their flock on the day of recompense. Public property is too sensitive to be employed for personal gratification. I remember we used to have a business centre that is decaying out of empty promises, if only the money making tools within the leadership had been put to effective use? Sometimes I look back and I say what if?
Thus we do not believe in a system that is so dependent on external support to survive. Going cap in hand, begging money bag politicians for dimes and pennies will no develop vibrant future leaders with a zeal for creativity and success which is independent of external support, at least not until it becomes an absolute necessity.
An ce “wai daga na gaba akan ga zurfin ruwa”, I hope the next cadre of leaders will learn from the blunders of history and steer us to greater heights.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, a neo panafricanist. You can reach him on www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com .
Muhammad Garba , N.U.J president.
Any organization that is not capable of generating its revenue internally and running itself at least for survival is not considered by business administrators to be an establishment deserving to maintain its name for much longer.
A good leader is suppose to be an innovator, creative and dynamic, not in terms of sweet begging the rich money bag politicians or elder state people; but in terms of being able to utilize revenue internally generated to put forth simple little achievements for their humble union.
A good leader ought to be a good manager and use funds and fund raising material at his disposal to churn out money for well defined projects.
The most prestigious N.AK.S.S is Bayero chapter. But even they put their vehicle to tread the equivalent of “accada to complex” generating nothing less than 15,000 naira monthly, which will be enough for fueling and general maintenance over time. Sometimes I wonder how show off on campus with public property could bring some cadre of people supposed happiness, while the masses are generally grumbling against unfair marginalization.
We are generally meant to believe that the essence of taking our unions vehicle home was to chase money bag politicians around for funds or their equivalent, visiting sick or bereaved congress members, attending their weddings and events e.t.c , yaeh!. So?, ideally under such arrangement the use of the vehicle should have been restricted within the bounds of this venture and not too much inclined towards personal gratification. Yes the vehicle serves as a personal as well as an official car to Mr. president! Agreed!, but how personal? There are and should be restraints. Ideally, personal engagement should be 30% and union issues take up 70%, in its absence, let the vehicle sleep and rest.
Almost everybody back at home, maid student or not will tell you where they saw your unions vehicle, Kaduna- Abuja express way, bachirawa, hotoro,shagari quarters e.t.c and in almost every unguwa within the metropolis , one thing I live to ask you and I is, are we the only union with a car or it’s just that we have a leadership with no screws in them?
Trust is burden and every one of us is but a Sheppard that will be called upon to account for their flock on the day of recompense. Public property is too sensitive to be employed for personal gratification. I remember we used to have a business centre that is decaying out of empty promises, if only the money making tools within the leadership had been put to effective use? Sometimes I look back and I say what if?
Thus we do not believe in a system that is so dependent on external support to survive. Going cap in hand, begging money bag politicians for dimes and pennies will no develop vibrant future leaders with a zeal for creativity and success which is independent of external support, at least not until it becomes an absolute necessity.
An ce “wai daga na gaba akan ga zurfin ruwa”, I hope the next cadre of leaders will learn from the blunders of history and steer us to greater heights.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, a neo panafricanist. You can reach him on www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com .
NATURAL SUCCESSION AND THE HUMAN MIMICK THROUGH THE RISING OF MEGA CITIES [SKYCRAPER ORIENTED].
In the field of ecology, succession is the natural process by which a community of organisms in an ecosystem gradually replaces another. The process of succession begins with a group of simple, rapidly growing organisms called the pioneer community. The final stage of ecological succession, which consists of the most complex and stable community, is called the climax vegetation.
The human societal development takes a similar pattern as such, through an increase in population. In the field of population and urban geography, it is believed that people move into a favorable area in drifts from different places and tend to settle down permanently. Over time one generation succeeds the order beginning with homogenous group to a vast heterogeneous pack of people with advancing technology for shelter and thus the emergence of complex buildings.
Through the stages of succession which are nudation, migration, excess, competition, stability, the ecosystem reaches a stage of structural complexity and subsequent climax. This is achieved while the vegetation undisturbed passes through stages where plants and animals compete to establish themselves, reproduce, compete for space, sunlight, nutrients all in a quest to survive leading to an endless struggle known as the survival of the fittest in which only the strong can survive.
In comparison, the human society tries in earnest to outdo each order in wealth and property. High rise apartments are thought to be trendy and cool, offering a paradise view, lots of sunshine and free flow of natural air. Thus competition between tall buildings developed as technology and affluence evolved. A ten story building in the middle of Manhattan in new York city will be deprived of essentials such as sunlight, free flow of air for comfort and thus has to be pulled down for a fifty story building [that is before many seventy story buildings cover the sky overtime]. Thus, the climax of human succession could be said to have been reached.
In the plant community as explained above, a stage of structural complexity is reached as well, as such only the most advanced species could carry on living.
Thus the above keen observation of mine attempts to put forth the glaring similarities inherent within ecological succession and human territorial expansion and quest for survival.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a 300 level student, department of geography, university of Maiduguri, Borno state Nigeria.
You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
The human societal development takes a similar pattern as such, through an increase in population. In the field of population and urban geography, it is believed that people move into a favorable area in drifts from different places and tend to settle down permanently. Over time one generation succeeds the order beginning with homogenous group to a vast heterogeneous pack of people with advancing technology for shelter and thus the emergence of complex buildings.
Through the stages of succession which are nudation, migration, excess, competition, stability, the ecosystem reaches a stage of structural complexity and subsequent climax. This is achieved while the vegetation undisturbed passes through stages where plants and animals compete to establish themselves, reproduce, compete for space, sunlight, nutrients all in a quest to survive leading to an endless struggle known as the survival of the fittest in which only the strong can survive.
In comparison, the human society tries in earnest to outdo each order in wealth and property. High rise apartments are thought to be trendy and cool, offering a paradise view, lots of sunshine and free flow of natural air. Thus competition between tall buildings developed as technology and affluence evolved. A ten story building in the middle of Manhattan in new York city will be deprived of essentials such as sunlight, free flow of air for comfort and thus has to be pulled down for a fifty story building [that is before many seventy story buildings cover the sky overtime]. Thus, the climax of human succession could be said to have been reached.
In the plant community as explained above, a stage of structural complexity is reached as well, as such only the most advanced species could carry on living.
Thus the above keen observation of mine attempts to put forth the glaring similarities inherent within ecological succession and human territorial expansion and quest for survival.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a 300 level student, department of geography, university of Maiduguri, Borno state Nigeria.
You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
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