2015 in review

December 30, 2015 Leave a comment

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 460 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 8 trips to carry that many people.

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The answer is 42

November 24, 2015 2 comments

The answer is 42
But I don’t know what the question is
I have asked the the ones flirting with insanity
And the ones far from the border line crazy
I have asked the young and the old
And the one’s whose stories aren’t told

The answer is 42
But I have no idea what the question is…
I have searched the new york times
And the readers digest
I have asked politicians
And men and women of religion
I have asked clergymen and searched the prayer books
I have looked through the CIA files and the KGB files
I have asked the powerful and the powerless
But still I search…

The answer is 42
But I don’t know what the question is
I have a million keys
But can’t find doors
Leaders have hearts
But cant find love
I have so much stories
But no one to tell it to
I know what the answer is
But even my deep thought fails me
In finding the question.

The answer is 42
And I still don’t know what the question is
But I am aware it resides in the morning dew
And in the rays of the scorching sun
And in the silence of cold nights
And in the thoughts of my neighbours
And of my friends
And of my wife
And of my family
And in Nigeria
And in Gaza
And in Paris
And in Garissa
And in the xenophobic south
And in the racist north
And in the war torn west
And in the corrupt center
And in piracy infested east
And in the heart of the brick catcher
Who was ordered to throw the answer back at life
In the hope of it asking a question instead.

The answer is 42
But I don’t know what the question is
And except this poem is written in base 13
Then could my question be “what is 6 into 9?”
I mean 6 times, I was stabbed in the back
But 9 times I survived
I mean 6 times i called onto Allah
But 9 times he responded
I mean 6 times I was born
But I’m in my 9th life
I mean 6 times I failed
But 9 times she loved me more
I mean 6 times i died
But 9 times he gave me life…

The answer is 42
But I don’t know what the question is
And except this poem is written with tears
Then could the question be “Why our mothers die while giving life?”
Or why our girls are harvested before being ripe?

The answer is 42
But I don’t know what the question is
If this poem was written with half of my brain
Maybe the question is “What happened to all the empty spaces?”

The answer is 42
And I don’t know what the question is
Except this poem is written in the AUC?
Then the question is what is A and what is U and what is C?
Or Why are there 54 versions of normal
When all we seek is just one?
The answer is 42
But I still don’t know what the question is
And except this poem was written in a refugee camp?
Maybe the question could be “Why am I refugee?”
And why do I need to seek refuge?

The questions are infinite
The answers are not
The answer may be 42
But the questions that will lead me to the answer
I am yet to find
This poem will not end
Until I feed
At the restaurant
In the end of the universe.

Categories: Poetry

What we seek

November 2, 2015 3 comments

We seek happiness
But sorrow seeks us too

We seek love
But sometimes, hatred gets the better of us

We seek truth
But lies won’t seize from the mouth of the trustworthy

We seek trust
BUt betrayal is somewhere in sight

We seek justice
But we are fed with only an abridged version of it

We seek death to the sick
But the healtheir ones die first

We seek power
Only to get drunk by it…
I mean, whatever happened to beer?

We seek good health
But we smoking it away…
One stick at a time…

We wish upon a star
Forgetting to pray to the one who created it

We took the long walk to freedom
And we ain’t free yet

We seek leaders
We got kings and emperors
I mean, we dont love China that much..do we?

We seek wealth in abundance
But how much of it do we really need?
When thousands are dying..
And millions living in greed.

Falsehood tastes better than truth
Hence our kids are obese and our parents too

We were given clouds with silver lining
Stil we seek the golden one…

We seek God
And he seeks us too.

We seek life.
Death seeks us too.

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New Begining

October 31, 2014 Leave a comment

In the beginning was the word and the word was without a machete or sword/

But when we read still slices our hearts through our cords like a convict on his knees calling on his lord/

Whereas, happiness is not given as a constant in the mathematical equation of existence/

Whereas, tears is not inversely proportional to the square root of the ratio between happiness and sadness…/

Also given that, every YES does not necessarily define a new beginning of life and every NO received does not mark the end of time. . ./

There is a time flowers wither but then blossom again…

A time when barren earth is given life by the open heavens in form of rain/

A time of pain for a mother birthing a hero, a heroine, a star or a judge who would put mankind in happiness jail/

A time when hearts feel weak, thoughts go astray but soon the soul is met by the dusty boot bearded philosopher to put it in God’s way…/

Lets get it straight

I am no preacher, no sheikh or a saint

But have lived long enough to know that life is spent in different lanes/

Long enough to know even identical twins have unidentical desires

Long enough to know that as long as there is life, there is hope. . .

Ocean tides could be high but not higher than our belief that with time, it would be low

So are our fears, our heart breaks

Our emptiness and our voids

The pains we find and the joy we lost

Once again, in the beginning was the word

And in the end would be would be words

Every downfall is a chance to get up and stand up tall

There are no dead ends

Only new beginnings

Categories: Poetry

An ODE To The Stubborn – Dr Hakim Elwaer

September 5, 2014 1 comment


There comes a time when flowers lose petals
A time when the sun makes way for the moon to reign
A time when babies become like those who birth them
A time for welcome smiles and goodbye hugs

Dr Hakim

The time has for you for us to pour out our hearts to you..
And you will hear nothing but the truth and Allah is my witness
No matter how scary a dream is… A child is not scared to tell it..
So be rest assured the person reciting this poem does so without any atom of fear

Dr Hakim

You have been the stubborn one…
Stubborn in refusing to be compromised…
In your quest for change and in modern day Africa… That’s strange

Dr Hakim

You’ve been faithful loyal to that land you call mother
And she’ll be grateful to you

Dr Hakim

You’ve been a role model to me and to every young person listening
You’ve proven that age is something and it’s just numbers

Dr Hakim

The students of pan African University in Cameroon will not forget you
Your efforts and strides shall not be written in pages of books alone
But in the hearts of Konary
Of Ping
Of Zuma
Of Ikounga
Of Ezin
Of Njenga
Of Agosou
Of Mahama
Of every living being listening to my words
And of UNECA

Dr Hakim

Kidist will miss you
Tsehay will miss you
Sammy will miss you

Dr Hakim

It’s sad to see you leave
But it was written long before we knew it

Dr Hakim

You were a friend… A brother…
We accept all your praises like a father expresses pride in his son
We accept your reprimands like a mother will deal with an erring child

Dr Hakim

We appreciate you
Rather than express sadness in your departure
We’ll dance to the songs our collective heart beats produce
We’ll celebrate you and your efforts..
Farewell our brother
Farewell our son
Farewell the stubborn one. . .

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The Challenge

August 23, 2014 Leave a comment

In as much as I detest Candy Crush requests I will accept. . .

You sending me a challenge of the ice bucket
Makes me wonder if you not suffering from
Fracture of the eye socket/
The truth is, from the on set,
I knew you would stray from the main goal
The moment i heard you talk trash on set/

Celeberties in Europe and America came together for a cause/
To raise funds and awareness about the ALS curse/
Which till date has generated attention from those who matter. .
and from the civil and privy purse/

Truth is, thanks to the Ice Bucket Challenge..
I am now more knowledgeable about the deadly ALS disease
Which halts the sufferers nerve cells..
And triggers a slow and unstoppable paralysis. . .
Its over 70 years since Lou Gehrig drew attention on our hearts
Not with a paint brush but with his words
And days have turned to nights. . nights have turned to days
And still we have no cure. .

Anyway, thanks to
Gates/ (Bill)
Son of a Bush, (George)
Jordan, (Micheal)
Dre (Dr)
Sheen (Charlie)
Mubarak (Obama)
Shaw (Tim)
Et al
for the awareness
Now I’m ignorant no more…

My darling African celeberities. . .
Ebola in Nigeria, Siere Leone, Guinea and Liberia
Malaria killing kids in the Congo/
Starvation in the horn of that land you call “Mother”
Drought and hunger in Somalia
Poaching and killing of your wild life in Kenya, Zimbabwe and South Africa

Dear African musicians, rappers, poets, artistes, politicians, actors and actresses. . .

Listen to this facts about Malaria. . .
627, 000 people die from malaria each year, mostly children younger than five years old/
There are an estimated 207 million cases of malaria each year/
Of the 109 countries affected by Malaria in the world, A whooping 45 are African countries
90% of all Malaria deaths occur in Sub Saharan Africa
There are an estimated 207 million cases of malaria each year/

If these facts do not challenge you,
Then do not call Africa mother. .
If these facts do not spur you to action
Cease calling Africa home. . .
If these facts do not challenge you. . .
Stop quoting the holy books. .
If these facts do not challenge you. .
Then pour that ice on your Afro or On your wigs
This is not a poem to make you double blink,
It’s to make you think.
I await your challenge.

Statistics Source:  http://www.netsforlifeafrica.org/malaria/malaria-statistics

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I’ve been nominated for Future Africa Awards

July 24, 2014 4 comments


My friends. . .my well wishers. . .I have been nominated for the Future African Awards in the Excellence in Public Service category. This is a huge mile stone for me and my team at the African Union Commission and the GIZ-AU office. Whether I win it or not is not the question but the fact that the work of me and my team is being monitored closely from around the continent is heart warming.

This is to thank everyone that has in one way or the other contributed to where I am today. . .starting from my parents, my teachers in school and supportive friends.

I am up against 2 other Nigerians, a Ugandan and the Minister of Culture and Tourism of Equatorial Guinea. I pray I win.

The full nominees list, which includes Davido, Sarkodie and Yaya Toure can be found on the Future Africa  website http://www.thefutureafrica.com/Updates/Resource

Let me end with my favorite quote, which is from the Qur’an. . .Which of the favors of my lord will I deny?

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