Broken tooth;From fist once loved
scars in unseen ways.

Trust betrayed,Inflicted harm
Lost in emotions maze
Respect denied
Flows both ways
Diminishing esteem.

Sadness seeps; To aching marrow
Laughs a far off dream
Soul deep anger; Smoulders darkly
Sustaining life long pain

Time groans on
Fades memory
Deep wounds though; Scars still remain.

The state of Education in Nigeria


Education is said to be the equalizer of life’s chances, therefore a nation in the quest for development should pay critical attention to its educational sector to ensurethat people are given the best training needed for development.

Many countries are said to be “where they are today,” ruling the world in terms of industrialization, commerce and technology, not by sheer coincidence but through solid educational foundation and training; that had equipped its people with the requisite knowledge and skills relevant to their aspirations.

Nigeria in its 56 years of nationhood and had struggled to make education the central focus in its development,and as a result qualitative education is not accessible to all and only a few can afford.

Ayo wrote; “What we need as Nigerians and should be championed is a society that has systems and platforms with opportunities for it’s denizens to dream, aspire and prosper.

It is sad that most of the citizens especially the older generation, who got access to free education, either from the missionary schools or the government, while some got scholarship grants and opportunities that made them travel out of the country are now the ones that own or run educational institutions that charge exorbitant fees.

When you have a situation where 48,000 people apply to study at ABU (Ahmadu Bello University) and the school can only admit 8,000 people,  what happens to the remaining 40, 000people?

When all private universities, most especially the ones owned by religious bodies are unaffordable for the millions of members of their respective congregations. Many are denied the opportunity to dream, aspire and prosper.

We now live in a system where exuberant school fees are synonymous to qualitative education. Imagine if Nigerian private universities were charging 100, 000 naira at most, State Universities wouldnt dare raise their fees e.g Lagos state university raising school fees to 250k from 25k. Now that almost every church has or plans to have a university, the “unfortunate” members are left uninformed/uneducated as they simply can’t afford these fees, Yet they were the bedrock upon which God made possible the financing of the school.

They will say;
“For now, let’s continue “winning souls” and leave the task of educating them to the government. We will all get our rewards in heaven.”

Suspicion II ; Cruise Ship


A cruise ship met with an accident at sea. On the ship was a couple who, after having made their way to the lifeboat, they realized that there was only space for one person left. At this moment, the man pushed the woman behind him and jumped onto the lifeboat himself.The lady stood on the sinking ship and shouted one sentence to her husband.
The teacher stopped and asked, “What do you think she shouted?”Most of the students excitedly answered, “I hate you! I was blind!”. Now, the teacher noticed a boy who was silent throughout, she got him to answer and he replied:

“Teacher, I believe she would have shouted – Take care of our child!”

The teacher was surprised, asking “Have you heard this story before?”

The boy shook his head, “Nope, but that was what my mum told my dad before she died to disease”.

The teacher lamented, “The answer is right”.The cruise sunk, the man went home and brought up their daughter single-handedly.Many years later after the death of the man, their daughter found his diary while tidying his belongings.

It turns out that when parents went onto the cruise ship, the mother was already diagnosed with a terminal illness. At the critical moment, the father rushed to the only chance of survival. He wrote in his diary,

“How I wished to sink to the bottom of the ocean with you, but for the sake of our daughter, I can only let you lie forever below the sea alone”.

The story is finished, the class was silent. The teacher knows that the students understood the moral of the story, that of the good and the evil in the world, there are many complications behind them which are hard to understand. Which is why we should never only focus on the surface and judge others without understanding them first.Those who like to pay the bill, do so not because they are loaded but because they value friendship above money.Those who take the initiative at work, do so not because they are stupid but because they understand the concept of responsibility.Those who apologize first after a fight, do so not because they are wrong but because they value the people around them.Those who are willing to help you, do so not because they owe you any thing but because they see you as a true friend.Those who often text you, do so not because they have nothing better to do but because you are in their heart.

One day, all of us will get  separated  from each other; we will miss our conversations of everything & nothing; the dreams that we had. Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare… One day our children will see our pictures and ask ‘Who are these people?’ And we will smile with invisible tears  because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: ‘IT WAS WITH THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE ‘.

Africans: Kings


Capable of great feats and terrible deeds
Noble and majestic
Worthy of respect or criticism
could be Overrated or Underestimated
We are Kings

We dont know leadership
What it looks or feels like
We haven’t seen it before
We must live to love and serve
We have no pride, worth or ambition until;
We learn to give it away
We are bound to get tied in chains
of greed and oppression to hold us fast

We should fight to be better men
We should stand for things that are right
These should be our plight

We were Kings
before the fall fell the earth like rain
Bathed in prestige with diamonds and Gold
Existed within galaxy and still referred as jewels

These has spoilt
Our heritage, Our birth right.
Everything they kept away,
Everything they stole from us.
Now it is theirs.

Cowards, those who came before us
They spoke of fighting for freedom
and laying their lives for the course
But when battle came
blood rained, fire raged, sang and burnt.
They turn, they fled, they breathed cool air

We are not like them,
we stand, we face our fears,
we fight


A day in the life of Sultan; The Basketballer


… I did it again.
Got lost in the game.

                I checked the laundry, my basketball shorts were all wet in the the washer. The ones that were big on me were the only ones dry. I had no choice but to wear the big ones. On my way to the game, I definitely
regretted wearing the big shorts. My dad had bought them for me so as i grew, they would still fit. He did that with most of my clothes when I was young. I pulled up to the basketball court in Hwolshe, Jos, the Plateau state capital, Nigeria (where i was born and raised).
                As I was getting warmed up, I was very angry at my shorts because I had to keep pulling them up every second. The game started off well; I was starting but didn’t get the ball much, so I had no need to worry about my pants getting too loose while I had the ball in my hand. I didn’t shoot much when I was young; I mostly just passed the ball. I was the best passer on the team. I got through halftime happy because my pants weren’t a problem. I didn’t get the ball much so I could pull them
up whenever I wanted.

                  At the beginning of the first half, they told me to stay back on defense so if we got a steal, they could pass it to me. Its considered “cherry picking,” but it’s not against the rules. Our first try at it didn’t work because my friend A.J. threw the pass too far, and it went out of bounds. Second try at it, it worked perfectly, but the problem was that I had forgotten to pull my shorts up before I got the pass. They were hanging low, so I had to spread my legs a little when I ran. As I approached the basket my shorts were very, very loose. I was worried they would fall, but I had to go for the layup or else my team would get mad at me. I hopped into the air, and right as I went up, I knew it, my pants were going to fall down. As I predicted, they did. I made the shot, but my shorts were sitting on the ground and there I was standing in my underwear. Immediately I pulled them up. Everyone laughed at me; the team, my coach, all the crowd that came to watch,even I laughed a little.


                  My coach let me sit out the rest of the game; he told me that I should’ve told him about the loose shorts issue, and that he had a pair that would fit me in the locker room.I should have asked coach thou,but how will i have known coach had a fit for me? We won the game, and I went home happy, but to this day I still remember that as my most embarrassing moment.

Suspicion; Prostitutes and Wine


               Sultan Murad IV, the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire from 1623-1640, would often anonymously go into the midst of the people and see their state. One evening, he felt an uneasiness in himself and the urge to go out. He called for his head of security and out they went. They came to a busy vicinity, and found a man lying on the ground. The Sultan prodded him but he was dead and the people were going about their own business. Nobody seemed to care about the dead man lying on the ground.
               The Sultan called upon the people. They didn’t recognize him and asked him what he wanted. He said, “Why is this man lying dead on the ground and why does no one seem to care?
Where is his family? “They replied, “He is so and so, the drunkard and fornicator!”
                 The Sultan said, “Is he not one of you?” Now help me carry him to his house” The people carried the dead man with the Sultan to his house and once they reached, they all left. The Sultan and his assistant remained.
                 When the man’s wife saw his dead body, she began weeping. She said to his dead body, “God have mercy on you! O friend of Allah! I bear witness that you are from the pious ones.
                 “The Sultan was bewildered. He said, “How is he from the pious ones when the people say such and such things about him. So much so that no one even cared he was dead?”
               She replied, “I was expecting that. My husband would go to the tavern every night and buy as much wine as he could. He would then bring it home and pour it all down the drain. He would then say, “I saved the Muslims a little today.” He would then go to a prostitute, give her some money and tell her to close her door till the morning. He would then return home for a second time and say, “Today I saved a young woman and the youth of the believers from vice.”

The people would see him buy wine and they would see him go to the prostitutes and they would consequently talk about him. One day I said to him, “When you die, there will be no one to bathe you, there will be no one to pray over you and there will be no one to bury you!”
           He laughed and replied, “Don’t fear, the Sultan of the believers, along with the pious ones shall pray over my body.” The Sultan began crying. He said, “By God! He has said the truth, for I am Sultan Murad. Tomorrow we shall bathe him, pray over him and bury him.” And it so happened that the Sultan, the scholars, the pious people and the masses prayed over him.

            We judge people by what we see and what we hear from others. Only if we were to see what was concealed in their hearts, a secret between them and their Lord.

“O you who believe, abstain from many of the suspicions. Some suspicions are sins. And do not be curious (to find out faults of others), and do not backbite one another. Does one of you like that he eats the flesh of his dead brother? You would abhor it. And fear Allah. Surely Allah is Most-Relenting, Very-Merciful.” (Qur’an 49:12)