What is in the clay pot?
Pastor Tunde Bakare recently granted interview on the current nation issues including the newly formed APC and his future ambition.
Question: The 2015 elections are two years away. Are you contemplating participating in active politics again?
Bakare :I don’t pray we continue like this till 2015. My prayer is that there should be deliverance before that time, because if we continue like this, then there will beself-fulfilling of the prophecy of disintegration.
Question: Are you talking about change of government or revolution ?
Bakare :Whatever it is, this madness mustnot continue.
Question: So, you are not sure if you will participate in the 2015 elections ?
Bakare : With who? The collection of rogues, right, left and central?
Question: Even with the progressives ?
Bakare : Who are the progressives in Nigeria; mention their names? Are you persuaded that they are progressives, progressive where, taking you where?
Question: The progressives…
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First the laughter was out of shock, then of course we were disgusted and laughter came in handy in dousing our collective disappointment. Then we got creative on both web and mobile and more laughter ensued. Then it got ridiculous and painfully banal. Gradually, it turned into a proclamation of self-righteousness and then, we lost it.
Some are still laughing though, they have a right to I must admit but by the time we are done laughing, by the time it is all silent again and our eyes that has leaked tears as we chocked in laughter are now dry, we will come to the realisation that in many ways there is a Commander Shem of various forms in all of us and we have essentially been simply laughing at ourselves.
If what we crucify Mr Obafaiye Shem for is ignorance and incompetence following…
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By Noel A. Ihebuzor
shallow mind drowned in
hurling hate soaked rants,
gloom and doom
searching for meaning,
for self in others, drifting,
fallow, easy prey
for agile, clever
for cheap tools to use.
By Noel Ihebuzor
The tragedy of a journey on a hunch back road,
slippery, muddy filled
with slime and grime
tired limbs trudging round
in unending cycles and circles,
on this sterile, empty, barren highway
smeared generous with a coating
slippery, of thick okro sauce,
Truth does not walk this road any more
lies lie in wait for the unwary,
from all four winds and corners
fetid fumes and foams
frothing from ogbono coated tongues
hollow throats, mirroring hollowed consciences,
deformed by elephantiasis of the soul
the festering cancer enlarges
feeding off a bottomless greed
that has gripped the strong breed
ripped their souls grim
with the grim reaper’s blade
moral paralysis now spawns
new barren creeds of
chop comot make we chop
on a betrayed people,
trapped in endless cycles and circles
If the fingers go in too deeply, the girl is not a virgin.
The daughter did not keep her vagina clean and fresh so she will no longer be perceived as clean and fresh. She will be described with adjectives like spoiled and used. Her vagina has been used. Throw it away. Throw her away.
In a society where a woman is worth the condition of her vagina, women and girls start to believe it—that their vagina counts. Boys and men believe it. Public officials and religious leaders believe it. The society begins to promote a sort of consecration of the vagina.
If a father finds out that his daughter’s vagina has been spoiled he could remove her…
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Guest Post by Mukoma Wa Ngugi
In 1982, as the air force-led coup attempt in Kenya unfolded, we sat glued to our transistor radio listening to the BBC and Voice of America (VOA). In fact, the more the oppressive the Moi regime censored Kenyan media, the more Western media became the lifeline through which we learned what has happening in our own country. But in 2013, I and many other Kenyans saw the Western media coverage of the Kenya elections as a joke, a caricature. Western journalists have been left behind by an Africa moving forward: not in a straight line, but in fits and starts, elliptically, and still full of contradictions of extreme wealth and extreme poverty, but forward nevertheless.
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