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THE FATE IN OUR HANDS

In the mid 1960s Dinga area, the tension became as steam rising and oozing from boiling water in a kettle, the Just amalgamated newborn in; Dinga was like a baby learning how to walk, however, her case was as one with too many instructors; I could say more than 1 parent dictating the pattern of walk each deem as ideal for the young nation, eventually confusing the tender one. Ali Balrebe was 25 years old son of a Cleric in Northern Dinga, He had just returned from Academic sojourn in the United States of Alerica, after been schooled on Islamic rudiments from the age of 8 years old in Daure town of Northern Dinga, His father: though a staunch Islamic fundamentalist showed a little soft spot for western innovation and ideals secretly allowed his beloved son a trip to the west for academic enlightenment, a much-forbidden act by the Northern dinga society. On course, Ali was a student of Peace and conflict studies at the Howard University of Alerica. He gained insight i

INHERITED BY AN INHERITANCE!!!

Many a nation bequeath progress to generations; even unborn Many congresses of men, a gathering of purpose and course for development But for one; a gathering of plunderers in disguise of political officials Men who are proceeds of dribbling correct political measures and processes They adorn themselves with Agbadas, saris and suit sitting without purpose in our political suites They receive from the common good, the common struggle, but they will never extend a hand of social brotherhood Today a billion has gone missing, tomorrow a trillion has been kidnapped by the animal kingdom Hmm! Cartoons! Even the unborn clamors en - route; driver! Please, Nigeria not! The infant is in debt even the unborn of the Niger - area; their fathers have fattened themselves with the gains of national good for no good Alas! What driver places his leg on the steering munching goodies while driving millions of people? Surprising? Well that’s the Nigerian reality, the bea

THE SOCIETY AS A CAUSE AND SOLUTION TO THE PROBLEM OF DRUG ADDICTION

BACKGROUND Society is a network of persons interacting within a geographically sovereign area, with unique culture, social institutions, values, Norms, roles, and sanctions governing each other’s behavior. This phenomenon is definitely the basis of individual behavior and personality development as deeply believed by Sociologist. American Sociologist C. Wright mills; stated that to understand the nature of individual behavior, the best context to place the individual is the social context/environment; then we will understand the reasons behind his/her behavioral patterns and the “individual uniqueness” this is the core foundation of his concept of sociological imagination. “ Neither the life of an individual nor the history of a society can be understood without understanding both ” C. Wright Mills (1959). The Society has without a doubt been the platform for the offshoot of great developmental strides: in technology, science, literature, in culture, in globalization, i

SEARCHLESS

My mind once travelled upon the journey to unravel the beginning I jumped into the path; behold a bottomless ditch, still, I persist I travelled along the road of emptiness, no company, no envoy Still, I persist, I must see the ONE who before I was said to Exist I saw Stars, shinning in their brightness, their dust filled the path Still, I persist, I must unravel the beginning The beginning that formed me, if thou wouldest not show me all, least show me a pinch Still, I persist, the mind was pacing at a speed never yet seen I must see THEE who raineth on the just and the unjust HE Who shineth the brightest star in our realm upon all men I must see the beginning, so I rode upon the Stallion of the mind, pacing on the smoothest of grounds No end yet still I persist, I must see the beginning, my inquisitive mind thirsted I flashed back as far as I can Wanted to touch the moment I was formed That I should recollect the instance I was thrown a

GREED

Prosperity Could Run Through The Skies: Even Into Outer Space Wealth Might Increase In Magnificent Rate But With Men’s Greed, Within The Twinkle Of An Eye All Will Come Crashing Like A Weak Crane You Wonder Why Many Rich Land Lay Barren Many Beautiful Gardens Turn Garbage Grounds Why Many Children Grow Thin While Their Land Is Ladened With Milk That’s The Trick That Gluttonous Men Play; It Called Greed The Greedy Man Would Rather Die With Wealth In His Tummy Than To Vomit The Bail Out Whose Absence Has Crippled The Economy It’s A Sad Story: For The Greedy, It’s A Happy One If He Has Swallowed Enough He Still Thinks Of Hiding More The Root Of Mens Inequality Originator Of Excessive Suffering Stealer Of The Gains Of National Struggle Mens Greed It Considers Not It Pities Not It Hath No Mercy Always Joyous In Plundering Greed Never Knows Little Can Be Managed Always Wanting All Things To Its Advan+Tage Many Men Has Hug

AND SO WHAT? (THE COSTLY NEGLIGENCE)

A couple of intrigues in my Niger area; I graduated with a 4.99 Cgpa Society: and so what? I can invent I even built a model helicopter out of scrap and the dustbin Society: and so what? I am morally upright I love and keep the laws of my father land Society: and so what? I work hard Earning my money from my daily struggles Society: and so what? I shun bribery I never meddle with corrupt practices Society: and so what? As a student I shun exam malpractice I believe in the genuity of my ability Society: and so what? See I want to become a banker, lawyer or an accountant I want to offer standard services to everyone in the society Society: and so what? I hope to take many kids off the streets Ensure a hope for them and ensure they are educationally fit Society: and so what? Even though this terrain is not smiling una mehn, I am just gonna keep keeping on Society: and so what? As a professional athlete I

HEAR MOTHER EARTH SPEAK

From steam to the combustion engine Dangerous smokes daily dished out to her baby clouds Even though we are having several meetings; signing many treaties We still haven’t attended to her daily plead See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak Many the Nations their trees; they fell Many countries their Forest; less dense Many cities uprising at much expense Detriment to the soul of the mother without replenishment See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak All the Gs; 3, 4, 5 and more To generates massive speed for our daily needs A reality and prep to face more heat Guess we aren’t checking many things, deforesting to get more Gigs See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak Even the deep isn’t left out of this gory head Mother earth’s squids and whales can’t escape the unchecked human race Coral reefs feeling the heat down beneath, tiny fishes dying of the spills

FOR EVERY SUFFERING; A BILLION MADE

For every blackout; a billion made For every darkness a bullion van Always wondering, why the contentment with our present state Men in a mask – politicos, importers of the noise engine causing us a headache For every dilapidated school; a billion made Invisible hands causing the deepest quakes For every salary not paid; a billion made Authoritarian hands multiplying the masses pain For every collapsed building; a billion made Men who threw the integrity test sheet away Now the walls cracked; not only was the foundation faulty: But some Men failed For every pond on the expressway; a billion made For every pit on our highway; some men got paid So many have somersaulted, but some has gained Oh the hydra-headed monster with tail soiling our fabric with stain How many billion more is worth the pain? How many men are still queued for the gain? Know that such gain throws millions into pain Is our life really for the billions or f

MY FATHER

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

HEART OF MEN

Who can know the heart of men? Deepest travel into a bottomless end Thoughts oozing, arising as steam from yet a secret end A pot dishing good and malicious thoughts Guard your heart saith the WORD of Life For it is the wellspring of Life A corrupt one can make a man smile, yet want to throw you into the Nile How do we explain a vast array of fertile land yielding barrenness to its humankind That’s the trick of the crooked hearts, laying beauty to a wasteland I have seen children suffer, even generations yet unborn All because of a heart saturated with wrath and scorn Women struggle, Men Hustle, yet no fruit; Of course, there is one with a black hole draining human strength The light of the Sun, beautiful to behold The moon in the dark revealing its own But a torch into the heart; yet we find nothing But wait, that’s the human engine, the seat of his deeds What makes a heart; the invisible one, unseen yet breathing dangers unfor

YOU WANT OUR MONEY OR OUR PROPERSITY?

As bells jingle Many calls from campaigners Telling us the saviour has come, and one has arisen to complete His mission His mission! What mission? I question To steal, kill and destroy or to save us! You want our money or our prosperity? Education is lagging behind friends and fair masters mate Mr. fantani allocates a billion Nigerian Naira for his candidature Borrows more from friends and associates and gets billion more as a gift to run the race. You want our money or our prosperity? On the altar of promises and the podium of graceful intentions driven by power You read out browsed and drafted lies to the people You say in your mind; hail me gerian fools! For I need regain my gifting Better; Now I see why you kidnapped education and jail infrastructural development For the renewed mind of the populace will bring light to men imposed darkness You will never mind if u can “A” pprehend and “SUU” the union to cripple the Great Li