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BLAME

BLAME
For all her predicaments from colonial era she blames,
But not a thought in retrospect on the humiliating nature of her kings,
She blames the far West and the Far East for her ordeals,
Hum, she was beclouded by her own hypocrisy in fantasy.

Little do her children consider the war within her walls,
An unending conflicts among her offspring for superiority,
Long before the adventurism of the white world,
She sold her own children as common commodities, yet she blames.

Ask the Oyos how she sold the Dahomey to the Portuguese for ephemera,
Let the Zulus give an account of her stewardship of how she dealt with the Bantus,
Kanem-bornu, Mai, Ashantis, Wagadu, Takrur, Malinke, Songhai, Hausa, Benin, Fulanis, Cushites
Nilotics, all killed and enslaved one another for pride, yet she ceased not to blame.

She betrays her own tongue yet she claims her voice was silenced,
She places less value on her own sons, yet she cries for being marginalized,
Among the committees of nations she speaks from the two sides of her own chick,
She bowls in secret to the order of the white wizard, yet she stops not to blame same in public.

There are few of her sons that crossed her streets a while ago,
Never will history forgets the cry for internal justice of Gamel, Selassie, Nkruma, Garvey, Nyerere,
Diop, Lumumba, Azikwe, Toure, Kenyatta, Sankara; she betrayed each of them to death,
She splashed their bloods on her walls, yet she blames a distant folk for her own dark heart.

She makes herself an available prey for the western predators,
Her walls of defense has she made vulnerable even to a lesser than a state in the Middle East,
She prodigally opens her treasure house to the Chinese and the Japanese to exploit,
Yet she blames all and sundry for her own presumptuous recklessness.

Ask her, please let her answer,
Was she the only one that was colonized?
Kingdoms rise and fall, but no sane kingdom remains in the corridor of pitiable self-humiliation,
Even the Arabians and Asian tigers have moved on, while she still lament in woes to blame.

Tell her prophets to change the rhythms of their anthems,
Casting aspersions and blames on the west is not the way up,
Let her priests know of her infectious whoredom around the globe,
Her kings and her princes have shared her body in exchange for superfluity of nothingness.

She romances and kisses other cultures and civilization,
While other folk garnished their culture with spices of trending technologies,
She continues as a wailer trembling under her own shadows of self-intimidation,
Her teachers are blamers of less intuition for growth.

Her emperors are callous and bloody on her thrones,
Wealth they spread in the hidden corners of Paris and Dubai,
She is impoverished yet her gold swims across the waters,
To decorates the alien’s cities, yet the blames.

Things fall apart in her balcony, not by accident,
Her walls are dilapidated yet she careless,
Her children are subject to ridicule within and without,
So deaf she is to her offspring cries, but not dumb to blame.
Hunger in the tommy, hunger in the mind, hunger everywhere,
Sahara and Kalahari left with the bones of her famished children,
With all these green forests on the path of Congo and her land that kisses the waters,
She has no food for her dying wards, but has all time to blame the invincible.

She is the second to the biggest yet she begs for crumbs from the smallest,
Since Ukraine can no longer supply her wheat as usual, she cringes under the yoke of hunger,
For how long is she going to depend on smaller folks for survival?
How long will she neglect her fertile vast land and stop to blame.

Nature has been so generous to her, yet she blames even the Creator for her own ordeals,
She romances the sun than others, yet her streets are darker than the belly of the sea,
Her land is impregnated with treasures untold, yet she begs for arms,
How long will it take her to realize her own potentials and stop to blame?

Let her look inward,
An unbroken wall provides no channel for hospitality to a lizard,
Her walls of respect for humanity are broken,
Hence the penetration of an opportunist white lizard, yet she blames.

Wake from your sleeping mind oh woman,
Chastise your prodigal kings with hot irons,
Bring their wondering minds back home to the soil
Lest you blame and blame till the cock crow.

The call for unified continental unity on her mind,
Which of your nations is internally unified,
Ethno-religious crisis in Nigeria, Kenya and the rest,
An unsettled home begat unsettled nation and continent alike.
Should Ethiopia maintain the capital of your propose unifier,
Won’t Egypt, Botswana, Madagascar or Senegal chant a foul play?
Smaller ECOWAS has failed to reach her goal, after forty-eight years of her birth,
Yet you think of making a mirage a reality? Think before you raise a dust to blame.

Enough is enough, Africa!
Pains, tears and hunger we no longer can bear,
Worst leadership in the entire human clan, we no longer can endure,
Call your princes to order before the fall of your hunchback.

Harness the potentials of Sahara, Namibia and Kalahari to light your dark streets,
Engage Nile, Niger, Congo, Orange and Limpopo in a life-long productive assignment,
Let the vast savanna be active for internal growth and development of your offspring,
And your sons and daughters be bread and nurtured at your corridors.

Despise not your colour for therein lies your strength,
Learn from others to replicate goodies on your soil,
Select the morally sounds of your sons to mount your thrones,
Cause your princes to serve with caution and sincerity of mind.

Then talk of unity when the bustards are tied,
Unity is sweet when your prodigal sons are tamed,
Peaceful coexistence becomes feasible when your children rest at your bosom,
No outward looker, no blaming of others.

Blame less, act fast for your liberty is now,
Stop the iron teeth of the Chinese before they bite harder,
Trade with the west as partner and not as slave,
Blame less, act fast, the clock ticks.

RESTITUTION OF BIAFRAIS INEVITABLE

A nation that forgets her past at the corridor of hypocrisy and dances to the drums of lies and deception has no chance for future survival.

As an intentional student of history, revisiting BIAFRA  and ascertaining justice for the region is inevitable for a right thinking nation.

Let Gowon in his old age tell us the truth,
Let Nigeria follow the path full accountability of that event.

Let the rank and files of our political historians rehearse the underlying factors that led to the avoidable war.

As the world chants; “let’s move on and forget the past”!

Then I asked:

Moving on to where!
On what premise does the world expect us to move.

Should we move on, on the blood of innocent children that were brutally killed and politically tortured with hunger still their last breath?

Oh, Nigeria wants to move on charlatantly on the blood of pregnant women who were murdered brutally!

Have you forgotten that over two million people were recorded dead in that unwarranted war; let alone the several other numbers of dead bodies that were not captured.

And you ask us to move on!

Your 3Rs promulgation cannot atone for the losses.

NO, it cannot.

Mere political proclamation of reconstruction, rehabilitation and rehabilitation is not enough.

We cannot move on until restitution is served approximately.

Political charlatans can say whatever,
Their sycophantic followers can chant whatever,

Justice delay still means justice denial.

Nigeria must revisit BIAFRA with an accorded restitution.

You can’t silence a movement,
You can’t kill an ideology,
You can only kill and incarcerate individuals or groups of individuals, as you have always done.

But an ideology remains immortal.

Especially an ideology that has swam through an ocean of blood.

If Nigeria wants continues to exist in the near future,

You must never let the sun fall before you restitute your wrongs to BIAFRA.

Call for an intentional referendum,
Let the people decide their own fate,
Let the freedom of BIAFRA be an epitome of global justice.
With liberation and sovereignty the people will be relieved.

Never listen to the few selfish elements that ride on the rocket of sycophancy,
The needful must be done for the emaciation of BIAFRA.

WE MOVE ON TO NO WHERE, UNTIL BIAFRA DESIRE IS FULLY ACCOMPLISHED.

My heart bleeds!

RESTITUTION OF BIAFRAIS INEVITABLE!A nation that forgets her past at the corridor of hypocrisy and dances to the drums of lies and deception has no chance for future survival.As an intentional student of history, revisiting BIAFRA  and ascertaining justice for the region is inevitable for a right thinking nation.Let Gowon in his old age tell us the truth,Let Nigeria follow the path full accountability of that event.Let the rank and files of our political historians rehearse the underlying factors that led to the avoidable war. As the world chants; “let’s move on and forget the past”!Then I asked:Moving on to where!On what premise does the world expect us to move.Should we move on, on the blood of innocent children that were brutally killed and politically tortured with hunger still their last breath?Oh, Nigeria wants to move on charlatantly on the blood of pregnant women who were murdered brutally!Have you forgotten that over two million people were recorded dead in that unwarranted war; let alone the several other numbers of dead bodies that were not captured.And you ask us to move on!Your 3Rs promulgation cannot atone for the losses.NO, it cannot.Mere political proclamation of reconstruction, rehabilitation and rehabilitation is not enough.We cannot move on until restitution is served approximately. Political charlatans can say whatever,Their sycophantic followers can chant whatever,Justice delay still means justice denial.Nigeria must revisit BIAFRA with an accorded restitution.You can’t silence a movement,You can’t kill an ideology,You can only kill and incarcerate individuals or groups of individuals, as you have always done.But an ideology remains immortal.Especially an ideology that has swam through an ocean of blood.If Nigeria wants continues to exist in the near future,You must never let the sun fall before you restitute your wrongs to BIAFRA.Call for an intentional referendum,Let the people decide their own fate,Let the freedom of BIAFRA be an epitome of global justice.With liberation and sovereignty the people will be relieved.Never listen to the few selfish elements that ride on the rocket of sycophancy,The needful must be done for the emaciation of BIAFRA.WE MOVE ON TO NO WHERE, UNTIL BIAFRA DESIRE IS FULLY ACCOMPLISHED.My heart bleeds!

The Bible

What’s a piece of media (book, movie, song) that changed how you see the world?

The world indeed looks  unharmed,

But her unhealthiness has for long been predicted.

Not too many literatures agree with this,

But the divinely inspired Book proves it with an existential evidence.

The world indeed looks like a jewel,

Her beauty from outer space is second to none of her siblings,

Yet, her decay is inherent from within,

Her self destruct becomes more glaring,

As age and time passes through her corridor,

Not too many books agreed to this,

But the divinely inspired Book has proven it over and over again.

As the world element melts with fervent heat,

Not only of global warming,

Neither is it only of volcanoes,

But also of men induced scheming against fellow men,

That has left the remnants of her inhabitants wandering,

For how long will the world be subjected to self destruct?.

From its first account to its last account,

The fate of this world was determined,

It’s no longer a gainsay,

As predicted the world is crumbling,

Only one Book has the accurate prediction of the world’s predicament,

That’s no other books than the Bible.

Its accounts are infallible,

Its predictions are time stamped,

Its instructions are standard for existential proofs,

Its records are pathfinding,

Its characters are exemplary,

It transcends posterity itself,

It revives the dying bones in the dying world.

The Bible indeed has changed my perception of the world system,

The world can’t continue forever,

The moment of total destruction is imminent.

As we look for a City, whose maker and builder is GOD.

The Bible remains that only Book,

That has shaped my thoughts.

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PASSAGE OF THE MOON.

Many moons have passed

Time and time again have gone to rest,

Yet I remember not to whisper my thoughts.

As I wandered in the land forgotten,

Strange moments torment my dark hours,

Neither did I realize the passage of events

As WordPress showcases bounties of beautiful thoughts.

Here comes a stroke in time,

Like a prodigal son I realize,

That a corridor does exist,

Where burdens are offloaded just in words,

Here I come in time after time,

To ease my crowded mind of thoughts,

That has in time beaten my fingers,

And denying them the right to prompt.

Here I come to WordPress,

Again after the passage of many a moon,

Is there still a portion for a prodigal,

That I might once more paint your marbles with words;

Not just for the likeness of men,

But to relieve the burden of an overcrowded mind.

Sunset at Dawn

We all woke up in hope of the new dawn,

Never were we told of an impending agony,

It was a promise of water in the basket,

Vail of tribal enthusiasm beclouds the sights of many.

The chants of “EMILOKAN” pervaded the air,

As thoughtless youths uphold an empty mandate,

Though not without temporary pleasures of moneybags,

But not too far from the dilemma untold.

It was a tale of him that went to shop for good governance,

But ended up buying a crazy machinery of governance,

Rather than getting a presupposed democracy.

Worse than the carnivores are the throne bearers,

In billions of black gold they lavish our Commonwealth,

Borrowing around the world to complete a white elephant project,

Yet none of the projects were visible to human eyes,

While the masses languish in abject penury,

Hunger knows no tribe nor race,

Even the working class can no longer meet the basic needs.

As men and women in their homeland become liabilities on those in the diaspora,

“Bros send me some Pennies/Cents to eat”

As many become sophisticated beggars.

Our dignity of labour now turns out to be the dilemma of labour,

Just as the economic policy of a bad government takes its toll on all.

Now that the breeze has blown to reveal the hidden anus of the eagle,

The deception of our political gladiators is visible on the world street,

No longer could their empty promises hold trust,

Hungry youths are scattered on the city streets crying for help.

Kenyan youths were only a litmus test of protest,

Nigerian youths’ protest was a prototype with a damnable outcome,

As innocent citizens were shot with life ammunition by government agents,

And tens of them were sent to their early graves.

Is it not too early to have a governance as bad as this in less than 18 months into new administration?

Was the rhetoric of regret in the mouths of many of the “PRO-EMILOKAN”!

Ten Days of protest against bad governance is counting,

The body language of the government looks so glooming,

It’s indeed sunset at dawn,

Better than this demonstration of crazy politicians is a military regime,

“Give us soldiers” ! Is the demand of our brothers in the north,

While men in the south are confused between restructuring and secession,

Never would I bow for the former,

It’s better we pitch our fate between restructuring and secession.

Night falls at dawn in Nigeria,

As the mourners assume duties for the lives lost in the struggle.

While we hope in hopelessness,

We pray for the wind of bloodless revolution,

To sweep off our heartless leaders,

To an abyss of no return.

Nigerians wail!

As sunset at dawn!

AFRICA SAYS NO TO BAD GOVERNANCE!!

ABIOGBA, O.A. (2024).

REFLECTION!

The reality of life crows,

It’s echoes filled the belly of the dawn

Never a life lived longer,

Than the chilly rode of death.

Only if men can reason aright,

That every actions are weighed

On the balances, and no time for

Correction at the corridors of death.

Men may pray for the dead,

But no prayer can suffice eternal

retribution,

“It is laid down once for man to die,

And after this, judgement follows”.

Every sinful act is a disaster,

Either to oneself or another fellow,

Your power and position today are

Just privileges,

It is eternally damnable to misuse it.

While wisdom still cries in the early hours,

And caution cares kindly and comely,

Never exhaust the oil of grace in vanity,

“the soul that sinneth shall die”

To the leaders and the led I write,

No passage of blame before eternal Judge,

Sins begotten by sin will be judged,

All will take responsibility at the

pearly gate,

Though life seems tough on this side,

As men eat men as famine tarries longer,

Never will any evil be justified,

Adversity is the only litmus test to

Ascertain the genuity of our faith.

To the good ones, wisdom says carryon,

To the bad ones, wisdom still plead

With caution,

Sooner ours will be a tale of a shadow,

“We will only be remembered by

What we have done.”

ABIOGBA, O.A. @2024.

THE PITIABLE STATE OF A STATELESS STATE!

How could I walk down the street, where tears and pains rule with fierce anger,

How could I preach the gospel of peace, where hunger and anger stand with dagger.

Death is quite more sincere than our leaders, for it takes no bride to abate it’s actions, but our leaders are not so.

Profligate leaders with impunity have no mercy, they are tools of terror and weapons of mass destruction.

Sensitivity to true state of the nation has no place in their thoughts, they gallivant from coast to coast enjoying the bliss of sane countries across the globe, while their own country is on fire.

the hypocrisy of government and their allies have crippled  the collectivism of the general public.

A country with three none functional refineries for more than two decades, what do we expect from such nation?

a nation whose government claimed the daily theft of over 90% of crude oil extraction via waterways, and none has been apprehended publicly, what do you expect from such nation?

A nation whose high rank political office holders have Private refineries outside the shores of their country, how do you expect the nation to strengthen her internal economy?

A nation whose leader purposely devalued the local currency for no reasonable national interest, to what extent can we take her serious?

A nation whose leader daily steals humongous amount of money in billions with impunity from the public funds, how on earth can you admonish her youths on the path of integrity.

A nation whose leader chooses to be relaxed somewhere in the palaces of paris (France) while his country is on fire!
What do you expect from the citizenry of such nation?


Great leaders lead by example, bad leaders also have a way of impacting negativity into their citizenry.

The present despicable situation of Nigeria does not come as a sudden event, it is as a result of political lies, falsehood and political inconsistent will of our profligate leaders in the recent time.

The willingness to build a great nation can only be championed, encouraged and closely monitored by the leader, not in the other way round.


Though a leader is the product of the citizenry, a changed leader has the character tools to compel the citizenry to walk on the right path of transparent selflessness and crystal integrity.

Ours is a stateless state, where leaders are gods of laws and citizens are slaves to law.

My country Nigeria needs help, the deep besides our cliff is frightening!

ABIOGBA O.A. @2024.

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