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

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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

Legalizing Prostitution

There is no provision whatsoever for or against prostitution in the Nigerian constitution.
Let me put this in a clear easily comprehensible format, “there is no law in the Nigerian constitution that prohibits commercial sex trade or hawking.”
We can therefore assume or interpret the constitution’s silence as approving of it, others will disagree, and in all fairness, we have no reason to object, for their opinion is forged from the same conditions that gave life to ours.
Lets argue both side, and try to arrive at a fair, honest and practical deduction.
The dictionary explains prostitution as “engaging in sexual activity with another person in exchange for compensation, such as money or other valuable goods.” There is no denying that this practice is as old as mankind. It is a verifiable fact that a staggering 165 out of the 195 Sovereign States in the world according to the
U.N have regulations in place that have legalized (decriminalized) this profession, in a bid to respect “the right to free choice of
profession and employment.” By allowing citizens take up “voluntary” employment in fields of their choice, without been frowned upon or treated with disdain.
Selling of bodies is not entirely exclusive to prostitution as athletes, actors, models and even beauty pageant contestants do so too. The criminalization of it only speaks volumes to the “backseat” position of “the woman” in society, for it is a lack of understanding of the times that has bred a malicious view on women who have dared stepped out of the “backseat” role that the male dominated world and field have unfairly foisted on them or expect them to remain.
We have discovered during the course of research the different methods by which countries uphold the rights and the freedom of its citizenry to the occupation of their choice. Iran and Israel are peculiar case studies from the east, Germany and the Netherlands from the west, Canada from the north, Brazil and Argentina from the south,and even Australia and New Zealand from Oceania.
How many of us are not prostitutes? Or better put, how many haven’t given themselves  to the opposite sex in return for gratification in one form or another? How many patronize sex workers in the comfort of the ever busy brothels?
How many many more in the security of their own homes? Religion clearly expresses it as a sin, but the constitution of the land with all due respect to all the “religion people” is not bothered on the decree of religion, we may otherwise base our arguments on the grounds of morality, we can say “it’s highly immoral for a woman or man to condescend so low as to selling their body for monetary or other benefits” Some will agree, other won’t, but in the spirit of fairness, we should also know that morality is explained as “conforming to a standard of right behaviour; sanctioned by or operative on one’s conscience or ethical judgment.” Morality is thus a product of one’s owns perception, conscience and judgement, and the standard for morality is non-definitive and subject to one’s own interpretation.
Our customs differs, but most especially our degree of enlightenment coupled with the tone of this age where the clamour, the respect and regard for free will is vociferous has made us completely susceptible to activities that many who are still in discordant with the times frown at, or flatly reject , but the law of the land is very clear about what is crime and what’s not, with respect to sex hawking unlike the tenets of religion and morality. and very magnanimous in her accomodative nature, by ceding the independence and responsibilities to persons who have reached a set age.
It beats my mind to see the amount of hypocrisy being exhibited by the people who vehemently kick against what they indulge in on a frequent basis to suit the fancy of the very few whose only arguments is selfishly founded on morality, and nothing else: This doesn’t make a good case as we have established earlier that the grounds on which they impugn this subject is completely given to individual interpretation.
If the government can’t or won’t provide a legal means to kill a beast, then it makes perfect logic if they in turn regulate the activities of the beast so that it doesn’t rob society unnecessarily.
There are economic benefits in regulation of the hospitality industry that trickle down to other sectors, especially health and child trafficking in respect to forced labour in prostitution.
The government can regulate the hotels that want to include commercial sex in their services by creating a body that will issue out licenses to organizations upon satisfying requirements, thereby keeping a tab on the figures and monitoring their health and checking the outbreak of sexually transmitted diseases as its the practice in Germany, this will in turn allow for the relocation of brothels to areas specified by the authorities, and away from residential areas where their presence is a source of negative influence to the residents, especially the minors, and those who consider the presence of brothels, it’s workers and customers offensive, as its the case in the United States, that only allows for the thriving of sex work in Nevada, and considers it illegal and a serious crime if done anywhere else.
The government will also profit immensely and boost the economy from the money it realizes from the taxing and issuance of licence and other documents, thereby creating employment, and curbing the incessant cases of domestic violence, as is the case in Brazil, where sex workers contribute to the government by means of voluntary tax, and are in turn covered by the state with a pension fund upon retirement.
Prostitution has always, and will forever be a part of us, people have ignored or deliberately shied away from addressing it, classifying it as a societal ill, and leaving it at that, but the truth needs to be recognized and acknowledged.
There are more women in the sex work industry that voluntarily chose the profession as a means of gainful employment than there are that were forced or coerced, and so it is the duty of  government to protect them from misogynist and pimps who exploit them, and traffickers who through violent means compel them to forced labour, it is expected of a responsible government, a respecter and an upholder of the law of the land to be sensitive to the demands of its citizens.
Iran allows for a temporary wife under a system called mutïa , a method has been put in place where a mullah (A Muslim religious scholar and teacher of sharia law
translations) for a small few performs the “sigheh” (temporary marriage) rites. It is possible to be `married for as little as half an hour. Men who visit prostitutes simply marry them for a few hours and its totally legal. Tel Aviv and Haifa in Israel enjoy a good degree of protection and regulation from the government. Profiting from sex workers is considered a crime, a means to regulate the industry and guard against exploitation.
Lastly, all arguments or moral reasons should prostate in the presence of common sense or logic. Iran and Israel are two fascinating examples of where provisions have been made to checkmate the advancement of STDS, as preaching and campaigns against extramarital affairs, and billions of dollars expended in campaigns, adverts to sensitize the public in the advocacy of abstinence have failed to yield a sustained positive result.

Motola Akalla’s Amplified Thoughts