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Sometimes you want to tell someone that you are really going through difficulties but they tend not to understand or believe you. They place you too high that you wonder if they did not deem it necessary to leave a ladder behind. I remember the Hall 5 RAP CHALLENGE. Prince would have just let me watch from a distance but hell no! He persuaded me to give it a try. I knew full well that my lines were rusty but the difficulty in making them see this made me budge to his plea. What more did you expect? Shey it was in my turn that the microphone went mute; they changed the microphone two times while I was giving the rap thing a shot. Oh! So only me heard myself? With immediate effect, I was announced rejected by the far-from-impressed audience. I cannot remember how I surrendered the microphone to another rapper, but the shame got to my skin when the crowd got all excited at the lyrics the dude spat. The consolation my mind suggested was to chill till the dance section but c’mon after the earlier shameful exit, my balls could not speak for me. For the first time, the flesh refused such ritual. The last resort was to hope there was Miss Bootylicious, somewhere waiting for Mr Capable, at the arrival of evil hours. A sad night it was. A gay party? The girls did not know about the gathering? A voluptuous belle came forth, and by her sides were two trim ladies. There was only one universal donor of the three and so you can imagine the GIDIGBO that was bound to happen just that one secures a pintle-bosom relationship. I feared a broken nose so danced with a group of unsuccessful guys. Rain came and the party was to continue at a distant place. With which money? Gate fee? Where will I tell mummy I went to if something more treacherous than ‘rocking’ happens? Abeg! I had to attempt the Hall 4 destination with feeble knees as though I had one slug too many.

Sometimes you want to win. But most times you are around those that want to be noticed as the front man in a team situation. When you remember certain events that you leave you all choked up, then it is not incorrect to conclude that it is not in all cases that you fail because of lack of preparation. Shebi when I was in my third year, there was this mock trial I voluntarily partook in. After the diligent and dogged preparation, we hit the court room to win the round. But my lead counsel seemingly or best still, obviously had some scores to settle with the lead counsel on the other end. He took the examination-in-chief and in prestissimo, he had delved into the cross-examination I had before then, covered. Expectedly, we could not make a good cross and the accused walked away harmless. The wig on my head was soaking my brain in pronto, my worms were keen on registering their hungry state, my objections were piece of shit, my voice waved like a tuning radio, and yeah my soul knew the winner. I managed to take photos with other participants as the ritual demands; I walked away, talked about the case, blamed the culprits behind my loss, hissed, and bought some cheap food.

Sometimes you want someone to know how much she is loved. You go out of line to establish this. If you love someone, gifts are never a bad idea. Love is sacrifice notwithstanding the state of impoverishes you find yourself in – easier said? So I was going with the legal team for a competition at Lagos State. I told her that I was going to get her something and she said almost immediately, “well it is your money.” Upon our journey back, a purchased a shortbread that questioned my pocket – it was N650. Oh my gosh! Did I wake up with a large appetite? It is true that you should not try to impress a girl so when you are hungry, you eat. But I had just consumed a pack of rice and chicken so… The shortbread must have been surprised when my left hand took  hold of it and the right hand allowed the hot air in the yet moving bus have direct encounter with the well arranged sweetened biscuit. Every chew was with a re-think, an excuse, and an apology to self. Be a man of your words should guide one. I may not be a practitioner but my return from Ife was with her fermented palm wine – lovely that it got her tipsy.

Sometimes you should spare time to look back. This is not the Lot’s wife situation. It is good one reflects on his voyage in life so far. There are unconscious derailments that one might have inculcated or neglected. It is in this examination of self that the embrace of dumped values be carried once more. To think every Sunday was to be spent in the confines of my room; a full session, only two church encounters. Flimsy excuses as to reading over night was the habitual defence but I knew full well that it was self deception. 24 hours reading is first impossible and not a guarantee of a first class.

Sometimes you want to tell people a deep story, a secret, or a topical occurrence. Sometimes you hope that certain things never happened to you. Have you every wished an event was only played on a DVD and not real? Just tonight I was in the bathroom washing every germ that had hatched in every secret part of my body. With vivid reflection, the chagrin of how much I spent on my phone kept putting sores in my chest –  one more deep thought on how impoverishes handcuffed me and reduced me to a dot with adding for extras, the now so obvious rib cage, and fright inducing collar bone, I was sure I would go bananas. So after spending such amount on my dead phone, the punch key wandered to frustration point just when I ordered it to give me the torch light function – it made me grumble, curse inwardly due to the stinking bathroom meant for trolls. But was my suffering not enough? Some feminine voice came behind and with a horrible voice, he managed to sing “I am in love with your body.” This was never going to happen – my fist was all gathered up but on seeing the hefty image up close, my right fist became shy or suffered Parkinson disease. He rubbed my chest and was confessing his love with pidgin English. His four dollar foot long was very ambitious and was awake without reservation, and came with its salient component were scary ripened greenish veins that appeared to have a black belt to its name. I wrestled till there was a hit on the ground. His leg had encountered the soap I had borrowed to bath – I was too frightened and nonplussed that my lips could not sing nunc dimitics to this gay brother. With quick speed and forgotten towel and underpants, I sprinted to my room. What an event it was for me. What an event you just believed. LOL!

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Today, March 15, 2017, makes it the third day that our President receives papers and assumes his official duties as the number one citizen of our dear Nation. It is true that for over 52 days, our President has been away for matters that must have been health related. With warmness is he presumed welcome to his base despite the transparent mendacious attempts by our leaders that he was hale and hearty. This paper will be centered on the constitutional implication of Pr. Buhari’s express directive that his Vice continues amidst his presence. That we have two presidents in Nigeria is not the case, but it is one that seemed to exist before the arrival of March the 13th. Without further dillydallying, in pronto should some things be stressed.

Throughout the history of Nigeria under the democratic regime, there was no such thing as two sailors governing the whereabouts of a sole ship. A thorough research in parts of the world under democracy’s influence had the 1976 Presidential election in United States derogate from the “one president for all” idea though due to circumstance the 12th amendment did not envisage. It was a matter that involved the court ruling in favour of Hayes. It was by slim margin that Hayes (republic) defeated Tilden but crucial was the point of inauguration. Due to fear of a rowdy and life threatening environment, Hayes chose everything be done in stealth and even earlier; the big question remained whether there were two presidents as the incumbent still enjoyed a short time before the formal handing over took place. The rectification was necessary; the 20th amendment was the troubleshooting instrument. The question remains, did Pr. Buhari have the power to grant full powers in his Vice? This question was very necessary before the 13th day of March. The purpose of this piece is thus to answer the curiosity nursed by Nigerians. The purpose is to stress the constitutional implication of the ruckus that hit every famous street in Nigeria. Without demur, the president was not out of the fresh words of s.145 CFRN 1999 since he transmitted a written declaration to Senate conveying, loud enough, his readiness to resume office. But what was really ear-itching that got even legal practitioners divided?

The constitution of Nigeria indeed discussed extensively the powers and roles of the President and the Vice President. In an earlier work, the message of s.145 of the constitution, which dwelt on the due process that should be followed by the president in the event that he is on a vacation or is unable to discharge the functions of his office, was one submitted to have existed during the long sojourn of Pr. Buhari to London as a letter was transmitted to the Senate that his Vice assumes the mantle albeit in an “acting” capacity. The cry of Nigerians as regards the long stay abroad without exactness of his illness probably showcased the prevalence of caring beings but as submitted in an earlier article, what is owed the nation is good governance not a personality. It is just for lead purposes that the return of our beloved president be the next stage. Upon his return, he gave a speech appreciating the various ethnicities for prayers while he was afar; he fired what got people with raised brows when he said that he needs to rest after such severe ill health massacre – a truth that his spokesman never admitted. Important was what followed. He added that Osinbajo (vice president) continue as the acting president in the interim. The statement in itself is misleading. It appears to mean that the president deemed the transfer of such weighty power, albeit temporarily, very much on discretionary measures. Where the constitution has spoken, its voice supersedes that of the president undoubtedly. But we cannot say the words of the president should not itself be looked at. Of a truth, our president conformed totally to every letter in s.145 (2) CFRN 1999 which in black prints evinced as follows:

In the event that the President is unable or fails to transmit the written declaration mentioned in subsection (1) of this section within 21 days, the National Assembly shall, by a resolution made by a simple majority of the vote of each House of  the National Assembly , mandate the Vice-President to perform the functions of the office of the president as Acting President until the President transmits a letter to the President of the Senate and Speaker of the House of Representatives that he is now available to resume his functions as President.

Distillable is the fact that the president, upon his return from wherever, writes to the National Assembly for the sole reason of due formality and order. Gladly, this was done on the 13th day of this month. The curiosity was in the statement and the congratulations from The Civil Society Legislative Advocacy Centre (CISLAC). CISLAC commended Pr. Buhari for allowing his vice keep on acting. Of mention is this powerful statement made by this body:

“We consider this decision very patriotic, confirming the President as a statesman and leader who places national interest above personal interests and does not possess the sit-tight mentality typical of many leaders on the continent.”

In furtherance, 

“We note that it is unprecedented for a sitting president to wilfully acknowledge that his state of health requires additional attention before he can fully resume office and concede the role of presiding over the affairs of the nation, to his vice even though he is physically present in the country.”

CISLAC seemed to have reasoned it from what applies unreservedly to morality. The constitution was in no way ambivalent when it gave due process that allowed for swapping of powers. It is actually impossible to have a president in a country and his vice acting in his stead – such sort of proxy is not applicable except for reasons like permanent incapacitation, or vacation, to mention a few. What was not envisaged is one becoming a Santa with sensitive offices as such. This is verily in direct contrast with the juicy words of Itse Sagay who stressed that “the Vice President can perform any function of the President, once he is acting. The word ‘acting’ is not important. The acting just means that there is a short time. When the President is not around, the Vice President becomes the President. This gives the Vice President all the powers of the President. So, in the absence of the President, the Vice President can perform all functions of the President.” This saying is true and common knowledge, that CISLAC did not avert their mind to this, then they could be excused for being hyper emotional? Not the case unfortunately.Speaking of being patriotic is supposed to include saying and doing things in accordance with the dictates of the constitution. If Mr. President was touched by the good works of his vice, then there were better ways of being generous. The constitution had this arena covered, there was no need for such embarrassing coinage of words – embarrassing indeed because it could make people assume the president went on a 52 day voyage and left his constitutional law knowledge with the white doctors OR the presumption that he never knew the constitution. If CISLAC can commend someone who is modeled as the number one citizen of a country as being selfless in allowing his vice rule before he gains full balance, then for what purpose did he come back? Is he back here to eat the African meal which interestingly is found in London? Or did he suddenly go off colour upon his arrival? His coming back should show his readiness to serve. If he wanted an extension of Osinbajo’s time in power, he would have made it known via a phone call – doing so inter praesentes did not reflect NEED. Such commendation was not to them that place rationality first. Striking is the fact that CISLAC should be a body we could hit our chest knows the law. 

This paper is of the submission that there was never the constitutional permission of two presidents to rule. Submitting as well is the fact that the statement of the President was in error and too gratuitous for comfort. Inclusive is the submission that CISLAC was in error to have allowed incorrectness to have stained their brain. The argument that Pr. Buhari could not have been in error as he could not have transmitted a written declaration to assume office on a weekend is not in issue and in fact constitutes an afterthought. It is for enlightenment that this paper exposes the fact that the President, having done the necessary, is in order. But it must not suffer omission that his words should be properly guided.  It can be safe to say that upon his arrival, there was no office of a vice president automatically as we awaited a letter sent to the National Assembly. It can be safe to say that we never had two presidents at a go. Hence, the president was not in order to call any short or grant such bogus showering a mandate on his subordinate. We are led by the constitution and not by emotions – it is very disposed to faults especially when applied instinctively. It is hoped that his health remains intact for effective governance. Once more, welcome Mr. President.

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Fine girl from the typical topography of Osun

With her every successful beauty parade, her

Beauty was not the typical version.

Like Porkuwa, she was easy on the eyes of 

Anything male.

Every lip adored the deep dimple she possessed

Captivating smile left her with too many girl problems

Abake, come and eat!

The favored child, the gods had freely given

Or so was thought.

A full fleshed woman with buoyant features

Oh! A big girl she had become.

Daddy’s girl, what she preferred we called her

The dimples seemed even deeper

Such a beauty that invited full pockets

One that had them in impoverishes lift her pale

But one thing rested their amorous pursuits

She did not have her heart for sale.

Abake you are not any younger!

Her big mummy had always strived to make seen this

But she did not quit chasing rainbows

She fancied her Father’s four dollar foot long

Ah! She did.

The itch on her skin brought neglect for control
In Baba’s room did she fake a sleep that night

Her very few clothes were hidden under the dark room

Clasping her thighs unceremoniously; the urge overwhelming.

Her lips so dry and starved all her life

The bend of the door handle welcomed her father.

The bulb and Baba bulged their eyeballs at her red pant

Amidst his confused state was his slow but steady erection.

Scratch my back was the voice that swallowed Baba’s heart

Her beauty needed a new definition

Her big tatas were wrestling out of her night gown

Enough was seen that night, but enough could not be said

His penis had betrayed him, Abake moaned for a Baroka experience.

His every effort at putting his thoughts together was abortive

Like a beast did he tear her clothes, with immediacy did he become blind.

He nonetheless located her well kept chambers

Like the mating of grasshoppers, she put a big knife into his chest after rounds

A reward for killing his wife, a nemesis he did not deem inevitable.

A curse he brought upon his household

A curse he had forever called a Banbury tale of cock and bull

Never to be a Chief with your wife’s blood, but there is

Still that fool.


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I am Black

I need no one to remind me

I am an African woman

I have firm breasts and thick skin

I believe there is a God

I try not to be an hypocrite

I believed my parents loved me

I coin that in past tense for new disbelief

The choice the world chose

The one I regretted.

Hate met me at puberty
My tears in drought, ended longevity

I only wanted what I believed

Love, care, and attention


Not the treatment the doctor reluctantly gave

But that traced to interaction of even animals

To think my 16th birthday meant no more school

A life of isolation

I could not run far from melancholia

Hate my sleeping tongue, Mama

I never meant to be an apology.

I fought the cold hands of Give Up
I chose to mix up with children around me

I did not imagine I were a butt or clown

In pain did I attempt communicating

A struggling of engaging sign language

The laughter they issued, my eyes soaked

They walked away

They called me dumb

So I asked myself

Does dumb make me less a black woman?

I chose to answer yea.

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“Being democratic is not enough, a majority cannot turn what is wrong into right. In order to be considered truly free, countries must also have a deep love of liberty and an abiding respect for the rule of law.”
                — MARGARET THATCHER.

Whether the rule of law has sufficiently had its dominance on our Nigerian soil cannot but be answered negatively. Since the clocking of 1999, all manner of government have given us reasons to tow the line of extra judicial killing, modern slavery, unfettered impoverishes, and many more odds down the scale. This paper, thusly, submits that since the arrival of 1999, a year once witnessed in Nigeria, the rule of law has been extinguished from the feasibility region of the transformation curve; it is submitted also that the rule of law is a shadow of the intent of its framers, it is a tool the top guns have claimed as theirs. An exposition of the rule of law will now be unclothed and the overreaching encumbrance of politics in the niche of the rule of law, addressed.

A throw back at many years of ideal definition of the controversial term, “the rule of law”, has seen the progeny of disturbing definitions, parochial line of thought, and acceptable definitions. It was a term watered by the Anglo-Americans but not one to be sung by them solely. Since everything a government seeks is governance, its wide application is indubitable to say the least. Scholars such as AV Dicey postulated three major bones of the rule of law not to exceed: the absolute supremacy of law, as opposed to arbitrary power; the notion of equality before the law in the sense of equal subjection of all to the law; and the right of the courts to define and enforce what the law is. A juicy resolve on this definition is the fact that it is very ideal and appealing to good judgements but that it is not one to be considered a mere normative application, will be the acceptation of self deception. From the positive approach, there is not going to be a balance of the scale so long as the world remains designed as rich and poor. There cannot be effective applicability of the scope of rule of law in Nigeria if the political encroachment remains steadfast or if the judicial officers are given to perversion and cupidity. Rule of law can safely be posited as a term for the idealist, highly chimerical in standard, and well sitted in vacuo. 

Appreciating the concept however, if there is no law and order, there is bound to be hell on Earth. In the words of Chief Awolowo:
“The phrase ‘The Rule of Law’ is a legal denotation both of the successive outcome of and the sacred goal for man’s unceasing struggle against tyranny, and arbitrary exercise of power. It is an epitome of the English Bill of Rights, and American declaration of Independence, the French Declaration of the Rights of Man and the Limited Nations Declaration of Human Rights. In other words; ‘The Rule of Law’ is the lawyer’s summing up both of man’s triumph over arbitrary use of power, and an ideal for a just society.”

This goes to show that the term has gone beyond the formalistic definition of ordered structure of norms set and enforced by authorities in a set community. It is a term that not only portrays the life and legal flesh of a country and its citizens but one that imbibes the quest for activism and the spread to international soil. Rule of law therefore seeks global peace as the interest of its masses must be the goal ultimately. Lawyers who struggled for the inclusion of profiting terms in the definition should ordinarily smile in their graves but can the Nation, Nigeria, boast of its departure from tyrannous governments where arbitrariness is the only language? There is still a grip on every part of her administration; a grip by hirelings, the reminder of men for law now is the anthem her citizens must dance to.

It can be conceived that the legal draftsmen of the Nigerian Constitution ensured that the Rule of Law be smelt, seen, and obeyed. Little wonder chapters 5,6,&7 CFRN 1999 shows the existence, scope, powers and limits of the three arms of government. To curb the greed that could naturally grow from every man in authority, S.1(1)CFRN 1999 which states copiously:
This constitution is supreme and its provisions shall have binding force on the authorities and persons throughout the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

That it made it clearer, S.1(2) and (3)CFRN 1999 must be read jointly. Herein, the inconsistency of overt and covert acts paraded by any person, be it the president or the beggar, with the clear dictates of the constitution, will be null and void to the extent of its inconsistency. Proudly, the democratic system of Government where the rule of law ( not one that adopts the ideology that rule of law is any rule governing citizens but rules that must include fundamental human rights) can work, is that practiced in Nigeria. But, sadly, the extent of its practice is baffling and nonplussing to say the least. The reasons are in legions.

In AG Lagos State v AG Federation (2005), Fr President of Nigeria( Obasanjo) wrote to the Honorable Minister of Finance stating erroneously and narrowly that since the National Assembly were yet to make the necessary consequential provisions in respect of any newly created local government areas in the country, then no allocation from the federation account needs be released to the newly created local government areas in Lagos. The matter was taken to court and in deciding in favour of Lagos State, the court stressed wittingly that the Executive powers of the Federation vested in the president, which is to the execution and maintenance of the constitution, does not “extend to the President committing an illegality”. A close reading of S.162 of the constitution allows every eye to observe that the president has by no means of express pass or implicit imprimatur, the duty to suspend or withhold the statutory allocation payable to Lagos State in pursuant of S.162(5)CFRN 1999. Amidst its clarity was a direct contrary action vomited by the then President. To show the level of political influence in the Nigerian state, upon the rightful arrival of sound judgment by the supreme court, it was still of inexorable mannerism as it detained yet unreasonably, the funds. That the Federal Government thought it right to impliedly interpret an unambiguous proviso alarms a balanced cerebellum. Providing that an Accountant-General of the Federation have in his letters condition precedent before a passage of funds was unfounded in legal letters and common sense — especially in the arena of clearness and definiteness. To stretch it even further, same old man on his 93rd trip abroad on June 2002 was the leading flash on THIS DAY NEWSPAPER. His trip was summarised as not simply unjustifiable but frivolous. The secret behind the trip was to be exposed by MID DAY NEWS but BABA against all sound advice, had a crackdown on the journalists forgetting quickly S.22 CFRN 1999. Or who forgets so soon the clash of interest between NASS and the Federal Government on implementation of the 2005 Appropriation Law. It was one smudged in defects in procedure, the Federal Government embraced a disturbing effrontery to considering and looking at a budget without transference to appropriate authorized hands. Democracy is, without error, a tale to be told to kids seeking mythical or fantastic fable. If we can at present have laws like Public Officers (Special Provisions) Act, Cap 381, LFN, 1990, particularly S.3(3), where it stressed accordingly:
“No civil proceeding shall lie or be instituted in any court for or on account of, in respect of any act, matter or thing done or purported to be done by any person under this Act and if any such proceedings have been or are instituted before, on or after the making of this Act, the proceedings shall abate, be discharged and made void.”

This proviso has allowed an aloud racket in the sphere of practicability; if a public officer can err in the slightest bit or highest cliff and goes without a redress or a shot in court for grounds of jurisdiction, then what is and must be is the case of superiority over the grund norm shamefully.
It needs not be assumed wholesomely that it is only the executive arm and the legislative arm that are principal offenders of the practice of rule of law. The judiciary has its hands dirty. It has been rationalized copiously and transparently that it should not be submitted that a judge should be deemed apolitical. It is suggestive to pen that there cannot be a figure head serving as a bulwark of the constitution if it has its hands zeroed from political matters when in fact and in truth, that is mainly the contention in court. Verily, this is submitted and unanimously adopted by legal jurists and scholars but an abuse has not been without. The gross covetous nature of these judges have seen the masses resorting to extra- judicial killings that justice, albeit mob, be done. It is not incorrect that the executive kill extra-judicially but should they go scott free? It is true that it is for the lawyers to draw justice from his rhetorics but can it be conveniently said that our judges never get biased or bought over once Santa gives them a million dollar goody? The judiciary has not till today explained the extra judicial killing of Gbaramatu(Delta State), Odi(Bayelsa State), Zarki-Biam(Benue State), and the secret trial of Henry Okah — that this is sickening is an understatement. The practice of the rule of law thus decays at its infancy or nascent stage.

It is no untruth that a mere stating of a problem without a patter of solutions will be a work of chicken scratches and no more. Solutions in spectrum will run under practicable and hopeful measure. As Dr. Gabriel Omo Arishe has underscored, it is only right for the precepts governing Locus Standi to loose its grip. Many persons in recent times cannot have their matters addressed for want of locus standi thus a judicial review is key on this front. Even, judicial review on the type of judge to warm the bench should be looked at and considered. Dr.Arishe failed not to expound that an activist judge is one who is presumed to have a clear direction of the ideal society and a belief in the mission to use the courts powers to implement that vision. A look at the injustice and corrupt practice of the justices is also a look at the pernury that eats them on a daily basis — assuming but not conceding that the substratum behind the prejudice in dispensing justice is due to hunger, it is just ideal that the judiciary be no longer frustrated by the Federal Government. That the rule of law must grow, there need to be a means of battling the limitation of laws — of course we have laws, but we do not have a platform to creating awareness of such laws to the average man or masses. A tightening of the security in the constitution is good for the masses, the journalists, and the independence of the judiciary. Further, Mr. Caleb, a legal giant, avers that modalities be put in place to aid swiftness of adjudication — this puts reliability on the Government. He furthered his point by stating the emergent need of checks on the powers of the armed forces. Using the armed forces to ensure unrest is not a proper utilization and function of the men in uniform — the AG ANAMBRA STATE V AG FEDERATION told a bad story and the more recent AMAECHI V INEC with its interesting surrounding facts go to evince a lackluster applicability of the rule of law. In a world of lawlessness, the savagery of man is inevitable. It is either AV Dicey lied, or our knowledge of applying his wisdom died.
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A black revolver was and still is a weapon or tool or object that brings sore memories; it brings memories that mirror the point of death. Hungry people without jobs, frustrated people with no hope of progress — a vivid acceptation of 1984. Maybe idealists are the biggest fools on Earth because I recently look at myself as one. Waking up from my sleep and reciting similar lines of activism for the human race; a phase that I inculcated portraying never give up. I know power, it comes with thirst and position. I know the Naira notes, it comes with satisfaction but never satisfactorily. I know hustle, it comes with odd jobs and dead conscience. I know cultism, it grows out of ignorance.

I know dad said cultism is not a new term, and from Google, it is a well dwelt topic. But this scroll is not to those who already have dead conscience but to those who appreciate wisdom and to those who are still on the fence, even them that can or are willing to change. Cultism is well pictured as an amalgam of persons with selfish interests sticking together to talk power, money, politics, control, and cupidity. Power is good but when it is a tool you must get by all means then its purpose is defeated. Societal belief is that you can only make it big in life if you are dependent on people — they hold that big offices are duly protected only by joining one top cult or the other; just the order of the day. With the good package and supposed perfect timing, one would hastily conclude that it comes with more good than harm — harm if at all. A wrong footing, a wrong resolve — not all that glitters should be modeled gold but who gives a hoot? We are professionals at lying not to people but ourselves; we have become blind to truth and have become death’s puns. To bring my submission out of mystery, cultism is evil and for the fools. It is an act that every Nigerian should run away from. This is why…

He is grown up and tired of Daddy’s preaching — new boy wants out. Nothing more than some hot drinks to groove, hot pants for catching up, few cracks for highness, few bucks for the pocket, and the likes were the intent. Is it not university, can we not have a bit of freedom? His fondness for recognition but met with rejection; a new found love for the quixotic life style to impress, an usurpation of Momsi’s car to hit the Campus’ express. It was not enough to earn him the hotties, it was just enough to earn him a brotherhood — you would think that this is a mirror of the yesteryear or a cliché that the home video brought in the years of cassette.

Conducts grown out of ignorance saw him on jungle boots, codes, and bullying mentality. Day one saw him handling a revolver and killing a student who said he had no money, Day two saw him being killed by another gang. It is Ekosodin village — a village infected with evil doers who have OBTAINING as a lifestyle. Their power is in their strength, their happiness in the fact that they can cause trouble and go scott free and where they get challenged, their group GOT THEIR BACK. Dad said cultism is for the weak and I realised those lines not long. Is it to approach a girl that is difficult? Or to do some jobs for little pay to box up that is impossible?? I bet our focus will be to blame the government for not providing jobs but please let us not lose focus. Does it not baffle you how a student in a tertiary institution will take to cracks and dry gin? Are you not crying for such ones who believe that to be respected is to bully their mates to forcefully sit on the ground with legion of kicks and blows for extras ( not forgetting depriving ‘them’ of their monies). Where I am nonplussed is the thought that these cultists are supposed to be of value to the society but choose the path of a drunkard and a vagabond; where I am nonplussed is the thought that they might call this hustling but then do one not hustle or engage in odd jobs so as to have a means to save or sustain? But the case is rob students on and off campus to buy more cracks and empty every bottle at the bar. What could be more foolish than a student living a purposeless life? The supposed STRONG MEN live a life of pretence but in reality they are as scared as the average mouse. Panicking when they hear a gunshot with sounds unfamiliar with the bullets in their pistol, the kind of life they live. And then someone is still willing to join these destroyed vessels for the love of power and ranking, and someone got too blind to see it comes with the death sentence — a world without peace. She was raped on 24th of December in Newton street by the lovers of the axe, but does it matter? We live in a society where silence constitutes acceptance.

The world out there is polluted and every political struggle needs a “backing” — I get, some things cannot be changed. The need though is born out of misunderstanding and severe ignorance but will I not be punished to say it to their hearing without being called disrespectful? But then, that I fail to mention the decayed habit of our elders and supposed mentors would be an error and total spite to my activism and clamour. If nothing can change the growing cults in the society, then something should be done to cure the madness the youths have adopted as new sport — the festival of decapitating human heads, the love for inflicting pain on their kind, the thirst for mischief. Can we not see that silence will lead to the youths destroying themselves before even experiencing life? Ekosodin village used to be recognized with corpse on the red sand before the police intervention. But the tale that I heard when I was still a boy is playing out once more albeit slowly, it is consistent. The vice chancellor of the great University of Benin needs remember that those who live in Ekosodin are not only old men and women ( indigenes) but students of his institution. For once, we should not adopt the African time as such method will be wrong timing. The innocent cannot live in their hostels due to lack of security, many abandoned their apartments because of clash with one cultist; if the leaders of tomorrow cannot be sure of running through school without serious clashes with the men on jungle boots and multicolored beret, then what is the purpose of fostering education? — can education be fostered without the right environment in place? Girls get raped undeservedly by these notorious gunners on a daily, they channel their strength into robbing fellow students. Not every victim of these bad boys are cultists — one wrong conclusion of many lips. We need to sing goodbye to cultism, we need to recognize the fact that those residing in Ekosodin are not inconsequential, we need to know that Ekosodin is just behind the school’s gate and not somewhere in Japan. Cultism cannot end on campus, but can it be curbed reasonably? Patently my voice cannot get to all the ears of those constitutionally able to help but can someone lend me an ear and a voice? We are Pharoahs with a future, dear VC we are not less humans.