Why Did They Attacked…

In a letter to the Roman Emperor Trajan, Pliny The Younger, The Governor of Bithynia (present day Central Northern Turkey) stated: “This is the course I have taken with those who were accused before me as Christians. I asked them whether they were Christians, and if they confessed, I asked them a second and third time with threats of punishment. If they kept to it, I ordered them for execution.” As for those who denied Christianity by cursing Christ and worshipping a statue of the emperor and the images of the Gods that Pliny had brought into court, he wrote: “I thought it right to let them go.”

Zeus?

I mean can we honestly call that character mythical? An imaginary being with an imaginary power and kingdom. Must our belief be subject to the proof of touch, of sight.

Are we fair to call the all powerful Zeus of the Greeks, a figure of fiction, a fable believed and told to children before they are put to bed.

Is Zeus really just another imaginary power with imaginary messengers that, even adults need, to provide comfort in the event of grief, and a means to inspiration in the time of doubt. An imaginary being, magnanimous and upright, rewarding good, punishing evil, constant and unfailing in providing protection and provision to those who heed his statues.

Ra?

The God of Sun & Radiance

I’m fairly certain there’s a healthy chance that you must have through the literature of history, oral communication, or the luxury of travelling to other climes and cultures also come across, Osiris, Horus, Thot, Hator, etc

I’m fairly certain that you must have heard about a previous Holy Trinity that came a thousand years before the Christian trinity, We’re talking about the Egyptian trinity of The Father Osiris, The Mother Isis and The Son Horus.

How Osiris the “King Of Kings” and the “Lord Of Lords” as known by his followers was also acknowledged as the “God Of All Living Flesh” of “Repentance” and “Eternal Life

If we are unafraid to scratch the surface a little deeper, we can’t fail to identify the striking semblance between Osiris of the Egyptian mythology and Jesus, the Nazarene of Christian mythology. Both were first sons of their father, both came to mankind’s rescue to save her from destroying herself.

The hall of Ma’at (justice) is where the dead would make the “42 negative” confessions to Osiris, who then “judged” who was worthy of heaven or found wanting, the latter were eaten by Ammit, a gruesome part lion, part crocodile, part hippo creature. Some legends even say that Ammit would cast the heads of sinners into a “Lake of Fire“.

Note: from now henceforth any mention of Zeus should be substituted mentally as a collective term for all the countless Gods that existed and are still in existence in all cultures across the world.

It is better that, in our bid to be fair should tow this line, that no one should suffer the burden of misconstruing this literature. That the purpose of this text might not be defeated to the notion that one God is greater than another.

Now back to Zeus

Could Zeus have been a product of man’s creative ingenuity, as is

Isis, Apollo, Ra, Orunmila, Sango, Osun Sengese, Buddha, Krishna & The host of countless other God’s that previously held real religious and societal influence.

What proof of validity do you have of your deity that exalts your claims over others?

Have you seen your own God?

If your answer is No, then you are right to continue believing, for that is pronounced as “faith”.

If your answer is Yes, like some have vauntingly claimed, then please by all means tell.

If your God has spoken or manifested his or herself to you in any way different from the testaments of “the others” you condescendingly call “Idolaters

I mean, logically if they weren’t real then it goes to say that the different cultures and civilizations that they held sway over and existed in were all bunches of dunderheads. Generations of hopelessly gullible people, who though were brilliant enough to build complex bridges, equipments, and buildings, waged and won wars on the back of genius strategies, created and solved complex problems, engineered and healed deathly diseases that had the capability of wiping out a whole race and almost nearly did.

How do we make meaning from this logic, that the same extraordinary humans capable of godlike feats would go on to craft images out of bronze, hewned figures out of stone, make up rituals from their imagination and serve, kill for, die for their lifeless, useless handcraft.

Yet it is pretty odd, don’t you think, that we should posit that the ancient Egyptians and their Breakthroughs in astrology, astronomy, and architectural wonders in the construction of the Great Pyramids of Giza, standing at a staggering 481 feet high, covering a massive 13 acres of desert land, taking almost two decades and over 20,000 manpower with about 2 million stones that weighed between 2 – 15 tons to complete, built in the dynasty of Pharaoh Khufu as far back as the Fourth BC, were blind and foolish in their worship of Isis and beliefs in the afterlife.

To submit to that would mean that the ancient Greeks, their Zeus, their philosophies, their democracy and their navigational exploits were all exploits of a bunch of Savages that believed in the nonsense of Medusa, Hades, Apollo, Poisiedon and Mount Olympus.

And then the Romans and their glorious conquests, their amphitheatre and their couth civilization, their Jupiter “Optimus Maximus” son of Saturn and Rhea, brother and husband to Juno and father to “Minerva” Goddess of wisdom, of war, of poetry, of the arts and sciences shouldn’t be excused. The Indians too and their Buddha, the Hindus and their Krishna and whatever lofty feats their people achieved were all nothing.

It is not permissible to reason that a man can be appraised as intelligent and stupid at the same time, yet we can’t call their feats nothing, because we borrow largely from them, as ancient as they are, their blueprint is evident in our modern day stride, and we can’t call our own exploits nothing. For we awe ourselves everyday by surpassing our achievements like it didn’t require intelligence and the sacrifices of sweat and blood.

Who says what religion is real?

Whose right is it to call another’s practice by a lowly name, out of condescending, out of malice, out of jealousy?.

Whose God is real?

Why did they attacked the others?

Why did the Christians killed millions in the name of Crusading?

Burning and and impaling millions after labelling them Heretical and Pagan.

Why did they destroy their works and achievements?

Why do the Muslims strike terror in the hearts of millions of innocent civilians, advancing their belief with the edge of the swords, forcing them to adopt their ways.

It’s pretty clear that for one religion to stay, another religion has to go. And yet no religion faced with the threat of another usurping religion has ever exited the stage peacefully without resorting to bloody violence. For no religion goes in peace, and yet history has shown repeatedly that all religion will be substituted by another, through violence, fabrication of lies and deft manipulation, although personally I am of the opinion that “adaptation” is a more fitting name.

All religions come with the same baggage. Unseeable Gods, unprovable miracles, intolerable attitudes, violent tendencies towards non believers, insatiable greed, abstract promises, punishment for offenders, and rewards for uprightness.

It’s the age of Christianity and Islam, and both have tussled for power with blood, sweat and lies for domination for thousands of years with no absolute victor, yet it’s clear that another religion lurks in the shadows to usurp these two giants.

What religion would that be?

Would it be some religion already in existence, a national religion of some emerging super power.

Could it be Science or something in the frame of what we’ve had before? Only time will tell.

But, in order to do justice to the subject of this piece, I would like to state categorically that Zeus, Isis, Orunmila, Juno, Jupiter, Orunmila and co were brutally and systematically attacked to be taken over just like a powerful country would do in order to colonise a weak nation, then proceed to miseducate so as to convert, in order that the new subjects may conform to their new master’s “accepted” way of conduct.

If you are in doubt, take a look at Africa, where foreign religions reigns unchallenged, and juxtapose it with other climes where what previously has been erroneously labelled as “Idolatry” still holds sway and submit in sincerity if any one of them have attained superior heights because ones God was greater than the others.

It’s a given; the religion with the most followers, wields the kind of power that’s more than sufficient to direct the affairs of the world.

Christianity and Islam are only taking the course of action that their predecessors took to ensure their survival, and any reader without logic and an open mind would at this moment seethe with boiling anger and disgust for the author for penning this “sacrilege“. Just as the followers of the other previous Gods would have felt if I had written this in their golden years.

If Orunmila (a deity amongst the yoruba tribe of the west African continent) had the force of a good fortune, of a popular civilization and of adequate arms to subdue the world, it might have been what Christianity or Islam is today, and the world or most of it would have exalted it as perfect. It too would, in order to ensure its domination most likely tow the path that others had taken

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Heaven?

Is there a heaven.

A city in the unverifiable afterlife

Buildings made of diamonds, streets paved with gold

A beautiful habitation, beyond human imagination

A place of eternal existence

Where there is no ageing, no marriages, no gender

Where there is neither desire nor ambition

Where the concept of work, earning, conceiving and creating is forbidden

Where only “good” people go to

They say it’s perfect there

Pearly, white and pure

With no abode for Sin and all her virulent contamination

Is that not what was told to my eager ears, when I was too young to court logical sense

Yet the first recorded sin spewed from a covetous angelic heart, leading to the first battle formations in the history of the worlds, executed by angelic wings, that in turn birth the first war, waged by angelic hands

How could it have been hoped, that we mere naked mortals would overcome the sin that should have originally been extinguished, only for it to be expelled into our world, sown into our hearts, the same heaven where sin was conceived is now brandished as the promise of eternal rest.

Has sin been cast out from heaven.

How could it be “sin-free” if it is sin to contrive in one’s heart or soul.

Do celestial beings have free will, or are they automated.

How many have followed in the footsteps of the first sinners.

How many more have will be cast down to this world of ours.

Is there a penance for sinners in heaven.

If there is, the father of sin should have been given one, to rid us off this tragedy

They say those that make it to heaven will have one task only : Worship

An existence absent of choice.

That seems pretty much like the boring destiny of “programmed driods”

A creature like me wouldn’t know nothing about that, since I don’t consider myself as meeting the requirements of the heavenly bound

“I’m not good”

For to be good would require me to turn the left cheek after I have been assaulted on the right

To be good would require that I forgive those who have evil designs for me seven times seventy times

I’m not good, and I’m sincere in my admission

To be good would require way too much from me

I cannot give what is required of me to be “good”

Perhaps due to the fact that I haven’t had the good grace of coming across one good person, even though I meet countless people every day

Will there be competition in heaven

Man striving against man

Will there be challenges

Man triumphing against the odds

Will there be victory

Man celebrating the feat of man

I don’t have the slightest clue as to what answers might be true for these questions

Perhaps the “good” people who have satisfied the requirements would have the answers.

– #Amplified

Thoughts

Confessions of a Tribalist

I cannot say that I am not tribalist.

I am proud of my heritage, I
wear it loudly like my brown
complexion, the names of my
ancestors and their godly feats
fuels my heart, swells my
breast, intoxicating my whole
being with sweet satisfaction.
I cannot say I haven’t been
racial, to present myself as
being fair in my appraisal of
people who hold on to
cultures different from mine
is to utterly deceive my
audience. To forever suffer a
reputation of falsehood, a low,
that I wouldn’t under any
circumstance allow myself
slide into.


I have truly loved one person,
and that person is me.
I have looked down on the
Igbos and the Hausas, the
Calabars, the Idomas, and
even some of my Yoruba
people.


I have argued against other
traditions, used base remarks
on other people’s language,
scoffed at their values and
norms, I have justified my
arguments, and the
almightiness of my heritage
by fair juxtapositioning
In the air of fairness, I won’t
deny that I have heard about
their heroes, their Azikiwes
and their Amadu Bellos, read
about their feats, and frankly
I have found nothing of real
worth in what they did,
nothing worth celebrating, at
least not in the magnitude
that their people jabber about
it.


Should I, as a Yoruba nation
coexist with these
undeserving cultures? I think
not. Why? There are simply
too many irreconcilable
differences between my
culture and theirs, I say.
And whether by an act of God,
or by some ulteriorly
motivated decree of man, I
find it senseless and unfair to
be yoked to these people, by
territory or by flag.


To pull and drag with
backward minds.
Yeah, I have heard some of
their superhuman
accomplishments, the Chinua
Achebes, the Christopher
Okigbos, the John Pepper
Clarks, the Austin Okochas,
the Kanu Nwankwos, the
Innocent Idibias, the Jude
Abagas etc, but those are just
the very few stellar variants
from the nether stock. That,
to me, is not enough to rank
those snake worshipping,
Jewish claiming easterners, or
those Akwa Ibomites whose
only aspiration in life is to
secure employment as
houseboys and housegirls, or
those alms begging, proud
northern pedophiles with my
enlightened oduduwa nation.
So I say, let us go and form
our own nation, but the truth
is, my desire is borne either
from bitter old prejudice, the
type with enough dosage of
virulence, enough to
decompose the soul, or just
plain insanity, the type that
advocates for isolation, before
engineering self destruction.


For I know in my heart that I
do not really “love” the ondos,
the ijebus, the ekitis, the
egbas, the aworis and every
other ethnicity that make up
my Yoruba nation. I suspect
that the ethnic groups share
my dislike for each other as
well,  and even within each
sub-ethnicity, the ondos and
the rest, share my derogatory
views.


I’m thankful for religion
though, for it is in her
teachings that man has found
it in his heart to accommodate
others, and that tolerance is
borne out of fear, the fear of
not wanting to miss out in the
attainment of spiritual or
eternal goal, as a means of
compensation for time spent
on earth.


Conflicts are a part of our
lives, they assist and give
meaning and direction to our
living, without it, words like
dialogue, concessions,
agreement, freedom, war and
peace would not exist.
No man is born greater than
the other and no race is
superior.


One deed makes us thick,
while another depletes us and
makes us thin. I have heard
various passionate arguments
for and against cultures and
civilizations, and they all have
one thing in common, a good
and a horrible side.


In conclusion, every ethnicity,
tribe, and race are a part of a
defined whole, without which
I doubt, the world as its
known now or before can
hardly be described as
fascinating.


Even I refuse to agree to it,
the truth is there for all who
have eyes to see, and a mind
to reason with, the Calabars
can work magic in a kitchen,
the Hausas understands the
language of the earth, so it
yields to them, the Igbos
speak the language of
commerce, and every other
component of this great land
called Nigeria brings its
specialization to the table, this
is how we are assured of
greatness, this is proof that
we have been destined by an
act of God, or a decree of man
to stand out, thus, assuming
our role as a Nation amongst
nations, and we acknowledge
that conflicts in culture,
traditions, norms and beliefs
are a part of our struggles, We
nonetheless will address them
as they rear their heads, and
even though they pose as a
threat to disintegrate us, we
will overcome them, because
together we are stronger, and
our destiny can only be
achieved as Nigeria.
God bless the Federal
Republic Of Nigeria.
          Amplified Thoughts –
#OneOfThoseLagosBoys

Living Together? 

I am in all ramifications a Lagosian.


I have lived no where outside the city, I have called no other place home except for this glorious, chaotic metropolis.

 

There’s love here, between the Igbos, Yorubas and the Hausa’s, and the hundred other tongues.


Every bit of previously nurtured tribal superiority forced on us by our parents in a surreptitious manner, and vainly flaunted is soon laid to rest when Lagos, like she is bound and famed to do, presents one with the opportunity of coming in contact with the intriguing brilliance of other cultures, thereby exposing the flaws of your own, and the heartbreaking reality like cold water splashed on your face.


When compared to previously assumed to be lower culture and ways, and we find that most of what we’ve been led to believe are not totally true.


The outcome is a change in perception and attitude, a different, totally liberal, accommodating mind is born.


A near perfect state that has a strong semblance with the American society is achieved. The law is then advanced and strengthened to cater to the rights of the people regardless of tongue or religion.

 

No other state boasts of these reality like Lagos. Growing up here has taught me one vital lesson, that no tribe is completely superior, and if we are intent on being fair and honest with ourselves, we would readily accept that our individual culture and tradition has it’s own ridiculous components. 


We all contribute equally to the commonwealth of the nation in terms of intellectual resources, and no region can confidently say it has an advantage when independent of the others, I can neither say my tribe contributed more than any other in the actualization of this great entity that we belovedly call Nigeria, nor can I say my tribe contributed less in the sickly condition that she is in now. 


None has more capacity to improve than the others, to say that would imply that our capacity to be intelligent is determined by our language, which is totally insultive, and ludicrous. 


We have done exceptionally well to grow together as a people, especially if we put the bitter setback of the civil war, and the degree of corruption, ineptitude, and impunity that has bedeviled our development ever since into consideration.


This leaves us with the believe that some disgruntled elements somewhere are trying to cause a disruption for the new government probably because of some unexplainable prejudice they have for the language, tribe, religion or the man at the helm of the affairs of the government. 


I have tried to be fair, and just. I have searched thoroughly for a reason, should there be a secession? On what basis should a thing so grand be granted.?


What is the argument of the advocates of this breaking out, is it marginalization, genocide, or unequal representation in government.? 


Is it reasonable to try to disrupt the progress of your country because you no longer call the shots in government.?

How does one come to respect and honour people who tread this “cry cry baby” path.


I hope this agitation is managed well this time around, so that it doesn’t escalate into another civil war, because we are fine as it is, and no country with so many tribes like ours has fared better than us, when you consider factors such as our diversity and our age as an independent nation.


I don’t want to live in a Yoruba country alone, I don’t want to live in a Yoruba/Hausa country either, I want my beloved Nigeria.
I want my kids to be born as Nigerians, to pledge their allegiance to her, to defend her unity and uphold her honor and glory.
I was raised to dislike, and show unexplainable contempt for things un-yoruba, and then I was taught to show that same contempt towards the different ethnicity amongst my Yoruba tribe.
It then seemed to me that man would, out of jealousy, blind pride, prejudice, or a bit of all these vices fashion out absurd reasons to dislike and thereby refuse to coexist with another, because there is no justification whatsoever for all these anomalies on the grounds of religion or ancestry.

If the federal government on the grounds or excuse of the provisions of the constitution resort to war to secure the unity of its territories, then it is regrettably justified, it wouldn’t be the first or the last to rightly ply that route, we hope that this time around, situations won’t escalate to war like it did in the past, for then it would mean the needless death of millions of lives.


We will improve as a nation, we have all the requisite to attain greatness, let us all rise above this mound of malice and embrace our destiny, we have a continent to lead and we can only do that as Nigeria.


#AmplifiedThought

Confessions of a Tribalist

I cannot say that I am not tribalist.

I am proud of my heritage, I
wear it loudly like my brown
complexion, the names of my
ancestors and their godly feats
fuels my heart, swells my
breast, intoxicating my whole
being with sweet satisfaction.
I cannot say I haven’t been
racial, to present myself as
being fair in my appraisal of
people who hold on to
cultures different from mine
is to utterly deceive my
audience. To forever suffer a
reputation of falsehood, a low,
that I wouldn’t under any
circumstance allow myself
slide into.


I have truly loved one person,
and that person is me.
I have looked down on the
Igbos and the Hausas, the
Calabars, the Idomas, and
even some of my Yoruba
people.


I have argued against other
traditions, used base remarks
on other people’s language,
scoffed at their values and
norms, I have justified my
arguments, and the
almightiness of my heritage
by fair juxtapositioning
In the air of fairness, I won’t
deny that I have heard about
their heroes, their Azikiwes
and their Amadu Bellos, read
about their feats, and frankly
I have found nothing of real
worth in what they did,
nothing worth celebrating, at
least not in the magnitude
that their people jabber about
it.


Should I, as a Yoruba nation
coexist with these
undeserving cultures? I think
not. Why? There are simply
too many irreconcilable
differences between my
culture and theirs, I say.
And whether by an act of God,
or by some ulteriorly
motivated decree of man, I
find it senseless and unfair to
be yoked to these people, by
territory or by flag.


To pull and drag with
backward minds.
Yeah, I have heard some of
their superhuman
accomplishments, the Chinua
Achebes, the Christopher
Okigbos, the John Pepper
Clarks, the Austin Okochas,
the Kanu Nwankwos, the
Innocent Idibias, the Jude
Abagas etc, but those are just
the very few stellar variants
from the nether stock. That,
to me, is not enough to rank
those snake worshipping,
Jewish claiming easterners, or
those Akwa Ibomites whose
only aspiration in life is to
secure employment as
houseboys and housegirls, or
those alms begging, proud
northern pedophiles with my
enlightened oduduwa nation.
So I say, let us go and form
our own nation, but the truth
is, my desire is borne either
from bitter old prejudice, the
type with enough dosage of
virulence, enough to
decompose the soul, or just
plain insanity, the type that
advocates for isolation, before
engineering self destruction.


For I know in my heart that I
do not really “love” the ondos,
the ijebus, the ekitis, the
egbas, the aworis and every
other ethnicity that make up
my Yoruba nation. I suspect
that the ethnic groups share
my dislike for each other as
well,  and even within each
sub-ethnicity, the ondos and
the rest, share my derogatory
views.


I’m thankful for religion
though, for it is in her
teachings that man has found
it in his heart to accommodate
others, and that tolerance is
borne out of fear, the fear of
not wanting to miss out in the
attainment of spiritual or
eternal goal, as a means of
compensation for time spent
on earth.


Conflicts are a part of our
lives, they assist and give
meaning and direction to our
living, without it, words like
dialogue, concessions,
agreement, freedom, war and
peace would not exist.
No man is born greater than
the other and no race is
superior.


One deed makes us thick,
while another depletes us and
makes us thin. I have heard
various passionate arguments
for and against cultures and
civilizations, and they all have
one thing in common, a good
and a horrible side.


In conclusion, every ethnicity,
tribe, and race are a part of a
defined whole, without which
I doubt, the world as its
known now or before can
hardly be described as
fascinating.


Even I refuse to agree to it,
the truth is there for all who
have eyes to see, and a mind
to reason with, the Calabars
can work magic in a kitchen,
the Hausas understands the
language of the earth, so it
yields to them, the Igbos
speak the language of
commerce, and every other
component of this great land
called Nigeria brings its
specialization to the table, this
is how we are assured of
greatness, this is proof that
we have been destined by an
act of God, or a decree of man
to stand out, thus, assuming
our role as a Nation amongst
nations, and we acknowledge
that conflicts in culture,
traditions, norms and beliefs
are a part of our struggles, We
nonetheless will address them
as they rear their heads, and
even though they pose as a
threat to disintegrate us, we
will overcome them, because
together we are stronger, and
our destiny can only be
achieved as Nigeria.
God bless the Federal
Republic Of Nigeria.
          Amplified Thoughts –
#OneOfThoseLagosBoys

Whose God Is It?

Do you think your God is a Christian?
An easy going, liberal, slow to anger but quickly forgiving spirit.

Is the truth about your God and his pleasures in that big black book you reverently clutch in your hands?

I have heard you speak in your synagogues so passionately about your God, that i’m afraid not to believe that your God is not of Semitic origin.

“Jerusalem” you say with pride and passion “is the City Of God”

Did your God not die on the cross: from the excruciating pain inflicted from a crown forged from thorns forced on head, a thorough whiplashing from hands driven to purpose by hate, hands driven by a justifiable need to silence by means of violence the blasphemous claims of a man who ridiculously calls himself God, climaxed by two huge nails each driven into hands by hammer, before being erected alongside two others with the cross, while ye looked up to him in his anguish, in your pity.
Did he not look up to his own God for salvation, for solace?

Do you think your God is a Moslem?

A strict, conservative, disciplinarian.

Is the truth about your God not written in that funny scribble, in that book you dearly call the “Qur’an”?

You too would have me believe your God is Arab.
You would argue that your God is one, and that he sent a beloved messenger to plant his salvation into the hearts of men

“Come,” you say “to Mecca” that I may be overwhelmed at the sight of the grandeur of your God Come, you say, to Medinna that I may be entrapped by the brilliance of your architecture, and the lighting of your huge mosques.

Shame on you two, though your language of body mirrors the piety you so vehemently advocate, yet your actions tell different.

You are Selfish and Vainglorious.

You have taken more lives than you can ever hope to save, with your nonsensical Crusades and Jihads.

Your religions are an organized commercial enterprise, where power is measured by the volume of followership, and so you have brilliantly kept your followers in line with false teachings, and unverifiable promises.

Why is there such a heated scramble for power, did your God ask that you be divided amongst yourselves?

Is your God the author of the confusion that has bedeviled the world for so long.?

Do you think your pope is your God’s vicar?

Has your God chosen Mecca over the rest?

Is your God Jewish, Does he speak Arabic?

Did he choose and hold your race dear to heart more than mine?

You feed off the ignorant and simple minds, filling your coffers with their sweat.

The earth is constipated with the blood of your unfortunate victims, yet your lust for power through dominance causes you to shed more, perhaps your God will descend from his celestial or Al-Jannah abode to create a new earth when you have caused us to kill us till there’s none left

Motola Akalla’s Amplified Thought

Sambisa

They will forget about those girls in a month or two, I will seize their thoughts with a rainbow of attractions, if and when that fails as it rarely does, a pale as death effect of hardship should be enough to yank their consciousness back to their selfishness.

I hope some action of fate somewhere will cause someone or something to happen that will lead to the recovery of those abducted girls, I am not a terrible person after all, but I can’t be blamed for all these happenings. I just want to be president, embezzle a few billions, live exquisitly in the villa through two tenures hopefully, I didn’t ask for this weight, this high expectation of selfless servitude.

I need to head home early today, after bath and supper, relax on the first lady’s bosom while she fondles with my ear like she’s fond of. We will drink that wine I got from my secretary’s son’s wedding, yeah! that’s what we’ll do, that should be enough get away before I sleep.

Meanwhile, a few hundred miles away from affluent comfort and alluring get away abounding in the bosom of the first lady, deep in the harsh thickness of the uninhabitable sambisa, is a 12 year old adorable free young woman, now bound by the terms of a beyond redemption, insanely trigger happy jihadist, who decides when and which of his mindless, hell bound followers can defile her, and if he feels the urge to terrorize like he is apt to, will without remorse send her to his promised Jannah, by making her take others with her like he did with hauwa, rabi, and mary. “I have faith in my people” I muttered those words unconsciously, with steam in my teary eyes, i’m certain the first lady will be most touched and agitated being the mother of my great nation. It’s just a few weeks since we were taken, I can swear the presidential villa will know no rest till we’re saved.

I will endure, I will cling on to hope, I will reach within to endure this place of gloom, I will not tire of expecting countrymen in their proud leafy green camouflages to, all of sudden spring out of nowhere, capture these godforsaken miseducated demons, and burn them alive, I will come alive once more, when I hear their cry, and breathe in the sweet smell of their burning flesh, I will wait to see their charred beyond recognition corpse, I will keep myself strong till that time, it will be soon.
These convictions of rescue and vengeance hardened my spirit, I had poison for tears, I breathed fire, I had the semblance of a she devil, that bearded fanatic, the leader of these lunatics took note and mistook my demeanor as readiness for assignment, that night he took me from my cell and led me to another cell, in preparedness for Jannah. Oh Allah, I miss my village, I miss my mother’s nourishing tuwo,

I miss seeing my father sitting with his legs crossed under the moon listening to his old beaten battery powered band radio, complaining about the government and politics, I miss Yahaya, Mallam zaki’s son, he used to help me with my school work, will I ever see them again? It’s been 8months already, and I have had only a couple of baths, and my clothes have known no washing, a decayed corpse couldn’t smell worse than my hijab, this is all so unhygenic.
“How come diseases have spared us?”
“How did I end up here?”

I had such grand plans for my future. I will be given a bomb, do I have it in me to explode it in only Allah knows where, I feel my limbs tremble at the thought of the inevitable, I feel the gloom of doubt cast over me like a cloud pregnant with torrential rain.
Will my countrymen ever come for us?

I feel virulent despair seep into my believing heart to contaminate my whole body, I need to use this as an escape from this hell, I need courage to take what’s left of my unfortunate life.
I will detonate the bomb, I will detonate it in the heart of a market where the crowd is most thick and busy with their selfishness, maybe that will wake my country up from her betrayal, maybe that will give them reasons to do something for the rest of my captive friends.

Motola Akalla’s Amplified Thought