Tribute To Late Ibrahim Balogun By AbdouL-Rasheed Tapheeda.

Day before yesterday night, I received the shattering news that a close friend of mine, a man that I loved and admired, was no longer with us, he died via car accident. My heart broke on the spot and through the steady stream of tears, I have tried to make sense of it. But I can’t. I can’t make sense of it because it doesn’t make sense.

Since I found out, I have been floating in and out of memories, my body giving into emotion and sobbing. Sobbing for what I lost, sobbing for what everyone else lost, and most of all sobbing for the future that he no longer has. I am not known for my ability to talk about my feelings, or for asking for help. My form of expression is, and always been, writing. Something that Ibrahim and I shared.

I am not going to talk about how tragic it is to lose someone, partially because we all know, but also, because words are failing me. I can’t describe the sense of loss accurately. Instead, I am going to talk about Ibrahim the man, who he was, what he meant to me, and why he was loved by everyone who was lucky enough to cross paths with him. This is my therapy, my tribute to him, a small piece of the legacy he is leaving behind.

Everyone who knew Ibrahim will talk about his bright blue eyes and infectious smile. They will remember laughing with him. That even at the age of 23, he had such a strong sense of self, deeply rooted morals that he never wavered from.

Ibrahim was a loving person, he truly and genuinely loved and cared for the people in his life. When he asked about your day, you knew it was because he actually wanted to know. He listened you left every conversation with him feeling happier and more content than when you started it. He just had that effect on people. He had an inherent kindness and the ability to read and understand people, seeing beyond how they presented themselves on the surface.

For me (and I’m sure many others) it went beyond that. In the years I knew him, Ibrahim and I grew incredibly close, sharing many marathon conversations; meeting each others families; staying in all weekend and watching movies and playing games.

Perhaps the defining moment in my relationship with Ibrahim was the day my sweet angel sis Yasmeen died. I was at my “prestigious” internship pushing paper when I heard the news, and I immediately called Ibrahim to come pick me up. Ibrahim, being well aware of my tendency to retreat into myself in times of distress, he worried up and come, while coming he came with a bouquet of flowers, he pick me up and took me to his site. crawled into bed with me and held me as I cried, resulting in his shirt being turned into a giant tissue. *tears*

Throughout the years, our friendship continued. He moved to lagos after our graduation and we used to chat. From morning to evening, ibrahim is the person I used to talk with and he is also he is the 1st person I talk to every morning. his call or sms tune woke me up everyday expecially during Ramadhaan season. Not only that I and Ibrahim shared pieces of writing, we edited each others work, and even discussed collaborating on a writing project he was working on.

One of the most difficult parts for me about this whole ordeal is that Ibrahim was a truly remarkable and incredible man. He had a light around him, he brought joy and wisdom and happiness into so many peoples lives, yet for whatever reason, he failed to find it in his own. He made our world a better place to live in but it was not reciprocated. I keep asking myself, “How could a man like that, a man who embodied positivity and love…a man who was esteemed by those around him…how could he not see what we see? How could he not love himself as we did?”

I realize that there is no use in asking myself questions like that, because there are no answers. I also know while the non stop crying is inevitable at this stage, that Ibrahim would have encouraged me to “Get it out, come on, cry it out….are you finished? Now pick yourself up and be positive. Everything is ok.” So I will do what he’d want me to do, which is to live my life to fullest, with integrity, and happiness. I won’t get caught up in regret, in the negative.

My time with him was too short but it was meaningful; he showed my love, kindness, compassion and insight. He opened himself up unabashedly and with no strings and as a result, he got the same from everyone else.

He reminded me that gentleman exist and that it’s ok to be vulnerable and ask for help. He encouraged me in every aspect of my life and made me feel like a better person, his faith in me gave me faith in myself. Most of all, he displayed that in a real friendship things like time zones don’t exist. Real friendships exist in the heart, and he will forever be in mine.

May Ibrahim Soul Rest In Peace and May The Highest Level of Jannah Be his Final Abode. AMEEN

*Sobbing* *my eyes are full of tears* Allah yafu Ibrahim..

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An Open Letter To My Future Wife By Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda.

Dear sweethears.


How are you doing and how is everybody at home, especially Mama, Baba, Aunty, Uncle and yhur sweet Angel Granny.. Hope they are also fine..!? 


The reason of written this letter to you is that; I found myself thinking about you today. Wondering where you are, what you are thinking and doing. It hurts a little not to be with you, but I can live with that for now, knowing that we will spend the rest of our lives together. I’m writing this letter to help you understand what I’ve been thinking about and why. I probably don’t know all the right things to say, but my feelings and words are from the heart.


Actually I find myself thinking about you more and more. The very idea of you provides a much needed break from the pressures of dating, relationships and life. In the midst of it all, the thought of you calms and refreshes me, makes me smile, in spite of my situation and surroundings.


I know it sounds crazy, but I picture you. your smile, the way you pull your hair behind your ear, your wonderful laugh, even when my jokes aren’t funny. I can’t help but wonder what our children will look like.


I have gone out with other girls, but something always seems to be missing. I go out and have fun but the idea of you and our future together is always in my thoughts. It keeps me focused and on track, aware of who I am and what’s important.


And loving you, without ever having met you, makes me want to be deserving of your love. So I wait for you in mind, body, and soul.


I don’t usually talk or write like this, but my mind and heart are racing with anticipation. Because I love you, because I know you are out there. Because the very thought of you makes my pulse race, my palms sweat, my stomach flip like I’m on a roller coaster. And what better way to show that I have always loved you than to save myself for you completely. And I hope that you are also virgin.. In all senses oh, (Because they say there are several virgins who have…) I know how difficult staying a virgin is, in these times but I also know it’s not impossible. 

“Perhaps, I would make you a very expensive Award or Certificate of “Virginity” or “Honour” to let you know how grateful I am. I’M VERY SERIOUS oh.


I know waiting isn’t easy. We are taught to expect instant gratification. We are told we shouldn’t have to wait – for anything. Too often we act on feelings or impulses, sacrificing the future by buying into the lie that sex equals love, leaving little room for commitment or marriage. But that’s not love and that’s not why I’m thinking about and waiting for you.


I’m waiting for you because I love you unconditionally. And I need you to know that what matters to me is not where you’ve been or what you’ve done, but where you’re going. Maybe you didn’t know I existed. Or you thought that we’d found each other, only to realize later that what you discovered wasn’t true love. Real love is so different from infatuation or simple pleasure. It isn’t abusive or selfish or purely physical. Real love involves mutual respect, affection, trust, equality, and a shared spirituality. Real love doesn’t revolve around sex! Real love grows into a relationship where sexual intimacy will only serve to express that love marriage.


I talked with a friend the other day about chastity, modesty and purity in our thoughts, words, the way we dress and act. how it’s a building block for a perfect love that casts out all fear. And sex before marriage brings many fears – pregnancy, STDs, the emotional scars associated with broken relationships. So, in the search for perfect love, it only makes sense to practice chastity and wait until you’re married to give yourself to the person you love. And — OUR marriage will bring with it the promise of forever. We will give ourselves to one another completely, become best friends – soul mates. So even though we may be apart right now, by living chastely for each other in the present we can build our future together.


Have you ever been in the middle of doing something when you stop to think, “This would be perfect if….?” Those words come to mind often. For example, on a Fall day, with leaves covering the ground and crisp, cool breezes blowing, and I think, “This would be perfect if he were here.” The thought that someday you will be here comforts me. Sure it do even last night when I needed someone to be with and those that called them self my friends ran away, you can believe it I was even begging one of them to stay but none could listen to me. They went off to they normal jeutnal sleep. It was that same thought that one day you will be here that made me calmted and feel heem.. Their partment is part of the reason am written this letter to you.


And I want that same thought to comfort you. Whether you realize it or not, I’ve been there in your thoughts, that shiver or the goose bumps you get every once in a while – in the long daydream or a lingering glance. You don’t have to wonder anymore, because I’m real, I love you and I am waiting for you in every way. And now that you know I’m here, I hope you will do the same. Whenever you feel scared, unsure, or pressured to give a part of yourself away, read this letter. Think about us and how perfect it will be when we are together.


You may have been waiting and looking for me all the while. You may be starting today. Either way, we will know when we’ve found each other; we will be together for the rest of our lives and the wait will have been worthwhile.


Your Future Husband AbdouLrasheed Tapheeda.

Nasir Usman Tafida’s Character: The Most Essential Ingredients of Leadership By; Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda

Historically, the most essential ingredient for leadership has always been character.. although other ingredients such as empathy, toughness, knowledge and intelligence are frequently mentioned, these traits are all too often really subordinate aspects of character.

Thus, Encarta English Dictionary defines character as a set of behavioural qualities that make a person distinctively attractive. Such qualities are listed as honesty, sincerity, humility, kindness, forthrightness and integrity.

The Person of Nasiru Usman Tafida (NUT) posses all the aforementioned qualities. He is an example of good leader, a man of feltive heart of ice. He is an elusive personality. His strength of Character is been validated and appreciated by NYCN, NOA, NEDC and NPDG.. where he has been awarded with; Best Personality’, Man of Integrity, Best Philantopist’, ETC.

It is against this backdrop that the people of Jalingo II Constituency of Taraba State seem to appreciate the strength of his Character.. that made them to call on him to come and extricate them from the current solecism. The enthusiasm for change became so discernible as to convince men of good standing that Jalingo II are no longer willing to accept men of lowly character to represent/superintend over their public affairs.

We have revived interest in personal character as the basis for leadership for achieving rapid development. We are convinced that the world today sees more clearly the essential role of personal forces in shaping destinies of societies. We have realised that modern social science has the personal forces of individuals, which is the key determinants of shaping and directing societal progress.

NUT has proven that he can be trusted with public office; a fundamental solution to the current crisis of leadership in Taraba State. And, as the universal dictum goes, honesty is the best policy. Jalingo II, faced with the dear challenge of Societal-building and security, realised that we will be better off with a bit of honesty, in accessing their potential leaders, in fielding them up into public offices and in them rendering trustworthy leadership.

Pls, Answer Our Clarion To Mr. TAFIDA, aka ‘The Muhammad Buhari Jalingo’

My Birthday Encomium To My Confidante Halima Muhammad Julde

Confidante is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without them, even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.”

~St. Thomas Aquinas
So, It is with gratitude and love that I pay tribute through my story to my Confidante; Halima Julde Muhammad. Today been 11 December, 2017, marked exactly four years 42days from the day i first set my eyes on her physically. Which is also the returns day of her birth.

Over a week I was thinking on what I am going to say in this note.. and up to now, I couldn’t find a words in English language that can accurately describe her or my love for her. She has become one of the biggest influences in my life, and I couldn’t be happier that I get to call her my Confidante or Alter Ego.

Indeed the first day we met, was one of the best moments of my life and I thank God for giving me such a moment. On that day, I saw her sitting in the midst of her friends whom happen to be my sister and future colleagues in crime i.e Aisha and Kuburah respectively. As soon as I set my eyes on her, I knew she is something truly special. She was charming, alluring, and charismatic, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her. But, never in a million years would I have guessed that now, after all this time, she would mean so much to me.

Some force of attraction, gave me the courage to approach her.. I couldn’t understand it then, but I am glad that I took the chance and spoke to her. From that day, Halima became so special in my life that I couldn’t bear her absence. It became very arduous for me to focus/concentrate on my daily grind, to keep myself from dropping it all and rushing to her.

Sometimes when I couldn’t bear her absence, I would call her up, half-afraid that she might be angry with me for disturbing her.. Over these years, i have seen her struggle and I have seen her succeed. The last four years have been nothing short of a primrose for both of us, and I am so proud to be standing besides her today celebrating this day with her.

Prior to our graduation day, the fear of her dissipation after graduation made me open up my four years old heartfelt secret.. Thou before doing that, I was so nervous that I was sick to my stomach.. Not nervous about whether she would say No, but nervous because keeping all of this a secret from her for so long nearly drove me insane. So, I composed myself and do the needful. It was such a beautiful moment especially when she said YES.

Seriously, I don’t even know how to describe what I felt at that moment. From that day we INTEGRATED our FRIENDSHIP to RELATIONSHIP by PART (Calculus).

Indeed there are so many wonderful things to thank her for that I don’t even know where to begin. Words will never do it justice.

So, to My Confidante; as you celebrate your birthday returns today; please remember to always thank God for all the blessings and love He has put in your life. I pray that the blessings of God follow you all the days of your life.

Today been your special day and I want to wish you a very happy birthday. May God shower you with all His amazing blessings to make your everyday affairs successful. May good fortune accompany you everywhere you. I am so lucky to have found a person like you in this crazy world, not many people are lucky in that way.

I am who I am today with your help. I was already confident, goal driven, and lucky in life. I was already confident in myself, but you have made me really look at myself and learn to love the reflection that stares back at me. I was already goal driven, but you gave me more purpose and determination to reach those goals; you gave me that reason why I was already lucky in this life, but you gave me someone to share that luck with; and create our own world.
Thank you for all the good moments that you brought into my life. Happy birthday, love once again Love.

Happy birthday, my love. Here’s to many more years of happiness together.

Tapheeda’s Alone-iversary: The Perquisite of Being Single For 8760 Hours

Today been 11 December, 2018 marks my one year anniversary of being single after Six years of mutiveal. Though I don’t regret my failed/crashed relationship, I have a new appreciation of the single life and everything that it has taught me. Indeed my last relationship was the kinda classic and romantic for the first half of my adulthood.

After breaking up with my last live-in girlfriend, I hit rock bottom: depression, despair, and desolation. The pain was unbearable, so I made the radical decision to stay single until I was happy with me. I needed to break the cycle before it broke me for good. By focusing on my single self over the past few years, I’ve identified and satisfied the needs that had sent me scrambling for lovers over and over.

Now I find security in knowing myself, in constantly improving myself, and in helping others to succeed in life and love. Because I committed to being secure in myself, I’m a whole man.

I used to think a woman was the only way I could be happy. But after crashing and burning so many times, I realized I was wrecking my life with insecure relationships. So, I took the plunge. I began a daily blogging and affirmation practice, and I committed to making the most of each day. I discovered the career of my dreams, and I focused so intently on developing as an individual that I forgot about looking for another person. I no longer needed that to feel whole.

I found my success, my happiness, and myself. You can, too.

Here’s why going solo for a year is the best way to do that;
A year is a big commitment. In some sense, it’s also a sacrifice. But in the grand scheme of things, you’ll earn back dividends in happiness. Besides, if you can’t commit to knowing and loving yourself better for one year, what makes you think you have what it takes to be commit to sharing the rest of your life with someone?

If you commit to positive affirmations, planning your day, and journaling, your singleness will become so valuable that you won’t trade it for anything short of unconditional love. But until you have that security in yourself, you’ll continue to fall for the wrong people. Just like I did.

So, focus on being your best self. If you’re ready, start today. And if you’re not ready, get ready. This is your happiness we’re talking about; this is your one and only life. So mark it on the calendar: one year of being single, starting today. One year of becoming the expert of you, of providing for your own needs, of fulfilling yourself, of overcoming your insecurities, of finding your calling. One year of living your life to the fullest.

Think of all the people who die without ever having fully lived or loved. What will your life look like in 10 years if you don’t take this year to be whole?

Happy Alone-iversary to me and Happy Birthday returns to My Ex. Nabeelah.


Love Letter To My Country Me By; Pat Chukwuemeka

Greetings my beloved compatriots.

Please permit me to share this message of love with you. I pray that the Almighty will open your minds to digest and ponder on the content for the greater glory of our dear nation.

The greatest teacher that ever walked the face of the earth used parables to illustrate his teachings. This resort to allegory has resonated with his followers over the centuries and deepened their understanding of his homilies on love, piety and charity. I will attempt to borrow that time-worn and effective approach by prefacing this epistle with an allegorical clip as a way of simplifying my message and laying it bare for even the unschooled to discern and juxtapose against other letters and commentaries flying around on the state of our nation.

Here goes. Mr. Airegin (hereafter known as Mr.A) was earning a princely monthly salary of #1,000,000.00 in his workplace. He felt on top of the world and went on a wild binge, spending his salary recklessly to the last dime on debauchery and frivolities and neglecting to address his responsibilities or planning for the future. He was also taking loans to augmenting his big boy status and depleting his savings. His family was living it up without a care in the world and earnestly believed that they were enjoying. Before long he proclaimed himself the money bag of his neighborhood. And his ignorant family blissfully lapped up the deceitful fiction. After a while his organization went through a rough patch and his salary was reviewed downwards to #200,000. His standard of living was automatically downgraded to a fraction of what it was before. In essence Mr.A was staring at ruination and bankruptcy. Unpaid bills, high debts, minimal savings, bounced checks now became part of his life. No more champagne, foreign vacations, state-of-the-art cars, lavish parties, Chinese restaurants, imported rice and other luxuries. Things had fallen apart and the centre could no longer hold.

With nowhere else to turn to and realizing that he and he only he is the architect of his woes, Mr. A decided for the sake of his children to clean up his act and recover himself from the abyss he had dug himself into. He then set about the prudent management of his depleted resources by cutting out all lavish spending, plugging the leaks in his budget, addressing the areas of his life that needed immediate attention and diversifying his stream of income to boost his revenue. Lo and behold, things started picking up gradually even though some members of his household were chafing at the bits and making scathing remarks about their CHANGED circumstances and how they were dying of hunger. They conveniently ignored the nexus between their present state and their prodigal past.


THAT IS EXACTLY THE STORY OF NIGERIA PRE AND POST 2015. To buttress this assertion, let’s look at the facts and nothing but the facts. Let us for a moment cast aside our prejudices, our political leanings, our primordial sentiments, our perceived grievances and our intellectual pretensions and posturing. Let us look at the following facts dispassionately, objectively and critically devoid of any jaundiced misconceptions we harbour about a certain political actor. Let us do a comparative analysis of two different dispensations in our recent history and know why “Nigerians are suffering”. This is not a blame game. It is an acceptable practice worldwide especially in the advanced democracies to compare and contrast different administrations in the life of a nation. That is the only way we can make informed choices in choosing our leaders. So it is not unusual for instance to have Americans compare Carter vs Reagan, Clinton vs Bush or Obama vs Trump administrations. In the interest of simplicity I will for now stick to the present and GEJ’s administrations and leave out the OBJ years with its baggage of titanic proportions; wasted trillions on energy, 3rd term brouhaha, Lagos state funds debacle, unsolved assassinations and the decimation of Odi and Zaki Biam.  

Dr Goodluck Jonathan (Ebele and Azikwe have been conveniently dropped) and Dr Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala (Ex-World Bank Vice President) and a stellar cast of technocrats were opportune to superintend between 2010 and 2015, the highest oil earnings in Nigeria’s history during a five-year period of unprecedented oil boom. Nigerian real net oil export revenue within this period was well above $445 billion. (Source OPEC Revenue Fact Sheet and Energy Information Administration, the statistical arm of the U.S Department of Energy). We have not forgotten how Dr. Jonathan infamously quipped during an interview that America knows everything while he was trying to defend Diezani Allison Madueke’s shenanigans in the Petroleum Ministry. Yes President Jonathan, America truly knows everything and we also knew what they have always known. It is no wonder the U.S State Department described your administration as a cesspit of corruption and sleaze and the worst thing to ever happen to Nigeria.

Now what did we see in the light of the superabundance? Nothing but a long sorry and sad tale of woes that would even make the devil shudder. Where do we even start from? Our external reserves fell from $60 billion to a little above $20 billion. Our Excess Crude Account was depleted. Federal Government was borrowing to pay salaries. Most of the states were technically bankrupt and couldn’t pay salaries, some for up to 12 months or more. Accumulated contractor debts ran into billions of dollars thereby stopping all major construction works. Nigeria’s credit rating was severely downgraded. Foreign Direct Investment (FDI) was at an all time low having declined from $8.8 billion in 2010 to $1.3 billion in 2015.

Infrastructure was not improved. Energy sector was bleeding. Unpaid salary arrears and pensions were the norm. # 600 billion fuel subsidy and #60 billion fertilizer subsidy bills were left unpaid. The capital market was stuttering. Boko Haram was practically controlling three North-East states, with bombs going off here and there including Abuja, the nation’s seat of power. This was despite the billions that supposedly went into arms purchase.

At this point in time Nigeria was practically on life support and below ground zero. Ironically WE THOUGHT WE WERE ENJOYING! We didn’t know we were living on our capital. Like we say in Igbo language, “Anyi no na eri ishi ego anyi”. We didn’t know we were dancing with borrowed robes. We didn’t know that our future was being mortgaged. We didn’t know we were living a false life built on a sepulchral and gutted edifice. We didn’t know that corruption in high places which had frittered away our commonwealth was fueling our lives, our economy and our psyche. We didn’t give a hoot about a day of reckoning. After all the powers that be had crowed that our economy had been rebased and was now the biggest in Africa. So let the good times roll. Everything was built on consumption. Ka anyi n’eri ife n’ego di nyafu nyafu. Our huge import bill was shafting our reserves and our future. The unofficial motto of the party in power was SHARE THE MONEY. And that became the national mantra. 

And then the bubble burst on May 29, 2015. A man that had been demonized, castigated, spit on, described variously as a marauding Islamist, analog gerontocrat and bumbling illiterate assumed the reins of power by nothing less than divine intervention. He looked into our books and was scandalized by the rot, the sleaze, and the cannibalized remains of our commonwealth. To worsen matters, the crude oil market crashed just before he took over and he had very little resources to work with. According to the earlier mentioned OPEC Revenue Fact Sheet and U.S Energy Information Administration, our crude oil earnings between 2015 – 2017 stood at $52 billion or about 12% of Jonathan’s earnings over five years. Now what did this maligned and misconstrued gentleman do? He staked his integrity, sacrificed his retirement, overcame his health challenges, ignored his traducers, girded his loins and set a three point agenda for his administration; Economy, Security and Anti-Corruption. Let us now see how he fared within three years. Not five years and not eight years.


(Including Infrastructural Development and Social Investment)

This administration came on board and met a recession with its roots in the previous government misrule. It then put in place an Economic Recovery and Growth Plan (ERGP) which aims to Restore Growth, to Invest in the Nigerian People and to Build a Globally Competitive Economy. In addition to that, series of bailout funds to the tune of 2 trillion naira were made available to the states for accrued salary arrears and contractual obligations. It is disheartening to note that the ragtag army of Buhari bashers has never deemed it fit to interrogate how the states deployed this windfall. That is even assuming they know the names of their governors or keep track of happenings in their respective states.

Our external reserve which had dropped to $29 billion owing to our consumptive mania was boosted to $47 billion. 600 billion naira fuel and 60 billion naira fertilizer subsidy bills were paid off. Inherited salary and pension arrears dating back to OBJ era were paid off, including Nigerian Airways, Nitel staff and Biafran policemen. There is also the reactivation of 11 abandoned fertilizer blending plants thereby crashing the price of fertilizer down to #5,500 from #15000.This has kicked off a real agricultural revolution  that has turned many farmers into millionaires and cut down the importation of rice from Thailand by 60%.  There is also the reactivation of the Delta Steel Rolling Mill Aladja. This mill which is an invaluable tool for local industrialization had been abandoned for the past 20years. And the resuscitation of the Mambilla power plant, another abandoned albatross dating back to donkey years. This administration has embarked on the expansion of the Standard Gauge lines to traverse the length and breadth of the country. This is a far departure from the former policy of buying refurbished coaches for an inadequate rail network.  PMB used $2.3billion to increase the nation’s energy output to 7,000 MW as against the $16 billion that OBJ and GEJ used to achieve a miserly 3,000 MW. The administration has also embarked on a massive road construction drive nationwide including Lagos-Ibadan, Calabar-Ikom-Ogoja-Katsina Ala, Enugu-Onitsha, Enugu-PH, Owerri-Aba and the 2nd Niger Bridge.

Recruitment of an initial batch of 200,000 beneficiaries under the N-Power scheme with more batches on stream. #108 billion saved so far from the TSA scheme that President Jonathan created but failed to implement.
Utilizing the BVN scheme to detect ghost workers and other economic saboteurs who have been using the banking sector to milk the nation dry. Coming up with the Voluntary Income and Asset Declaration Scheme (VAIDS) to increase tax awareness and compliance and reduce incidence of tax evasion. Anchor Borrowers & GEEP schemes powered by CBN and BOI that have provided soft loans to hundreds of thousands of small and medium scale beneficiaries to grow their businesses.
Recording a whopping #4 trillion by FIRS including #972.3 billion from VAT. Attracting $4.6 billion in Foreign Direct Investment (FDI) the third highest in Africa after Angola and Egypt after 5years of decline during GEJ’s tenure.

Successfully issuing two Eurobonds of $45 billon, SUKUK bond of 100 billion naira, Diaspora bond $300 billion and Sovereign Climate bond, the first in Africa. All of them directed at improving our nations infrastructural architecture.  School feeding scheme in 20 states and counting.
Conditional Cash Transfer (CCT) of #5000 to 25,000 less privileged Nigerians in 9 pilot states. Declared one of the ten best performing economies by the World Bank. And best performing stock exchange in the world with 13 trillion naira transactions, an all time record in the history of our stock exchange. Promoting Local Content with the designation of Innoson Motors as a major supplier to the armed forces which has prompted the company to recruit an additional 3,000 staff to meet up with their orders. Engaging Aba Tailors and shoe makers to supply the uniform kits for NYSC, Military, Road Safety Corps and other para-military agencies.



The staggering revelations of corrupt practices under the Jonathan administration is unprecedented in the history of this country. The mindboggling refunds and forfeitures running into billions of naira is more than enough reason for us to consider the China Treatment for corrupt public officers. The Hall of Shame cuts across political office holders, military top brass, top civil servants, fugitive militants and cronies of the last administration. Some of these shameless thieves are presently asking for out-of-court settlements and plea bargains. We have been regaled with reports of how stupendous sums of money in foreign currency (more than the combined budget of several African countries) were ignominiously withdrawn from the Central Bank few days to the elections to prosecute Jonathan’s re-election bid in 2015. Another case in point of how our treasury was raped is the fact that Jonathan attended the UN General Assembly with a 604-man delegation while Buhari went there with just 17 people.

For the 16years PDP was in power, JAMB was remitting only about #3million annually to the government treasury, while Buhari’s appointee (a distinguished scholar and former Vice-Chancellor who was derided by wailers as a mere Arabic teacher) remitted a whopping #11billion in just one year. It was in the course of his investigations into the past accounts of the board that we uncovered the case of how a snake mysteriously swallowed millions. In their crass ignorance, wailers and haters failed to recognize that this happened under their revered hero, Ebele Azikiwe.

Do we talk about the Customs Service that is now reporting revenues in the tens of billions as against the mere #2 billion it was generating annually before now.Or the NPA that is presently generating #229.6 billion against #12 billion annually under Jonathan. Intel one of Atiku’s companies just paid #13 billion to the government as part of the present anti-corruption drive. Even judges were not left out of the jamboree as some of them brazenly consorted with litigants and their counsels to pervert the course of justice. It is no wonder a good number of them have been eased off the bench. Notwithstanding the delays and loopholes in our justice system, the EFCC has managed to record some successes in bringing the kleptomaniacs to book. Recent examples are the jailing of Sam Omatseye, former MD of NIMASA and the green light by the Supreme Court for the Father Christmas of our time Dasuki to proceed with his trial and quit further quibbling.


Not quite long ago, Boko Haram was practically in control of three North-Eastern states, planting their flags indiscriminately over conquered territory, decimating our gallant but ill-equipped soldiers, pillaging and plundering whole towns without any challenge. Bombs were going off regularly in public places, worship centers and even in Abuja. But this administration came in and routed the sect and succeeded in recovering lost territories. Like the cowards they are and which is characteristic with most terrorists of their ilk worldwide, they now go after soft targets once in a while. There is no doubt however that their strength has been decapitated and what we are witnessing now is the death throes of a dying serpent. The vipers that kept this country down over the years have fought back in different ways, one of which is to breach the security of the nation and make it ungovernable. They have sponsored an insurrection in the South-East, militancy in the South-South and fake herdsmen in the North-Central regions. But their devilish machinations will always come to naught. Nigeria pass them.


In effect the Buhari administration has under 3 years used just 12% of the resources at Jonathan’s disposal to achieve what he could not do in 5 years or even the whole 16 years of PDP misrule. Judging from this, it is only an incorrigible hater or a deluded wailer or a twisted mind that will say that Buhari is not working or that Nigeria is not making progress even with the acute resources constraint.

I am reminded of a recent comment here on facebook by a shameless so-called educated wailer to the effect that even if Buhari constructs all the roads in Nigeria, reduces the unemployment rate to 0% and makes $1 equal to #1, he and his fellow looted brains will still not vote for him. Which only goes to show that the present Buhari-bashing we are witnessing is nothing else but an ungodly and demonic hatred that has no rhyme or reason.

Most worrisome is the role being played by CAN in this sordid dance macabre. After many years of commingling with OBJ and Jonathan, CAN seems to have lost its focus and cannot now decide whether it is the religious arm of PDP or a political party or a brood of crybabies whose lollypop has been snatched away. It’s not surprising because the era of receiving stolen millions as tithe is over, the era of using their private jets to ferry laundered money in the name of buying arms is over, the era of escorting the President to Jerusalem is over, the era of receiving millions to sway the votes of their flocks in the elections is over and the era of being a partner in the squandering of our treasury is over. CAN really needs to seek God’s forgiveness for their role in putting this country in its present penurious state or else God’s judgment on them will be cataclysmic.

There are also those of our countrymen whose grouse is that Buhari has not yet turned stone to bread or water to wine simply because he promised CHANGE. Their idea of change has been conditioned by the perverse teachings of the merry band of gods of men who promise their flock all kinds of quick-fixes from prosperity to dubious healings. The natural order of planning, execution and nurturing of endeavours has thus been supplanted with a doctrine that encourages sloth and laziness. Even the Good Book teaches about a time for everything. A time to plant and a time to harvest. But they will not have any of that. Exercising patience while the seeds being planted by this administration to germinate and blossom is out of the question for them.

This is reminiscent of the Israelites in the wilderness that kept on haranguing Moses and wishing for a return to their previous bondage under Pharaoh.These fellows wants their CHANGE sharp-sharp. No time to waste. To them CHANGE means reaping without sowing.
Even the ones that ran to Europe, Asia, America and Australia to scrounge a living, stay ensconced in another man’s land to haul abuses at their country and denigrate a man who has chosen to right the wrongs of the past that made them run away to greener pastures in the first place. All the woes that have plagued this great nation from 1960 till date are now placed on Buhari’s doorsteps.  

Yes there have been some missteps by this administration. But we are governed by men and not angels. Some of these hiccups are being addressed and some could have been avoided. But on the whole, if the truth be told, much has been achieved. The cries of “people are suffering” sound hollow and uncharitable if we take into account where the rain started beating us. The greatest nations on earth all went through this phase of making hay while the sun shines before they got to where they are presently. There is no gain without pain. Like Barrack Obama famously said, “In the face of impossible odds, people who love their country can change it”. We can only do that by being supportive and patriotic and not by pulling down our country and wailing like demented banshees. Nigeria is on the match and will be great again. You can either be a part of the process or against it. I CHOOSE THE FORMER ANY DAY.

My beloved compatriots I write you with love in my heart. Love for my fellow countrymen that have long been short-changed by the worst set of leaders ever. Love for my dear and great country that has been subjected to so much grievous abuse that could have sunk less-resilient countries. Love for our children and unborn children whose future is being assured by the painstaking efforts of the present administration to re-engineer our way of doing things.

There is nothing wrong in calling an administration to order and proffering solutions to some of our problems. But we can do that with love. And not by wishing and praying that the leadership should fail. Love for our dear country should surmount whatever hatred we have against anybody. That is if we should even harbour such hatred in the first place. The level of hatred I see in the utterances of certain commentators and in a certain part of this country calls for serious concern and makes me wonder which deity they worship.

Besides being a counter-productive and destructive emotion, hatred harms the hater more than the hated. When criticism is loaded with so much venom, bile, contempt, denigration and disdain, you have then entered a dangerous territory that can even lead to a mutually-assured destruction. I want no part of that.  My children want no part of that. Nigeria wants no part of that. The Good Book says that love conquers all. With love we can come together as one, conquer the odds against us and make this country great again. That my beloved compatriots is where I stand.

God bless Nigeria.
With love from your fellow compatriot,
Pat  Chukwuemeka

Birthday Tribute To My Sister Aisha Aliyu Umar Waru (Mrs. Computer Science). By: Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda.

Birthday Tribute To My Sister Aisha Aliyu Umar Waru (Mrs. Computer Science).

I have been so overwhelmed with school stuffs and work recently that I couldn’t find the time to pen down birthday wishes for my Angel sister..  so I thought it wise to pen a tribute to her in honour of her birthday though it is *Belated* since she was born on July 16, which was yesterday, a very special day indeed.

My dear sister, please permit me to use this carousal day of yhur birth to announce to the world how much I cherished our sisterhood and friendship. Indeed not everyone in the world has a sister, among those that do, not too many can say they have a really great sister. But I can, her name is Aisha Aliyu Umar Waru. (Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda, 2015).

I must confess, Aishah Aliyu aka Waru’s Girl is younger and prettier than *Wance da Wance* But Banda *Wance* though it’s *Just for security purpose sha.*..Heheh..
Even though she is younger than me, she have taught me so much. From her I have learned the true meanings of kindness and redemption. She made me learned that a person without a sister like her is just like a bird missing her wings. I still wonder how she manage my Joke, prank and expensive Tsokana.. I doubt if any one can..

She is firm about her convictions. She is fierce about her friendships and sisterhood. She is firm about her loyalty. She is firm about her relationship with her husband. All her family Dad, Mum, Aunt, Sister, Brothers, Niece and Nephews and anyone related to her; she understands the value of people; they are the most important things to her. Chances are, If you once had a close relationship with Aisha, you still do, and if you don’t, it’s probably because you are the one who left. She’s too firm to give up on anything.

So, my dear Angel Wing Sister, as you celebrate your birthday, pls, remember to always thank God for all the blessings and love He has put in your life. I pray that the blessings of God follow you all the days of your life. Today been your special day, and I want to wish you a very happy birthday. May God shower you with all His amazing blessings to make your everyday affairs successful. May good fortune accompany you everywhere you go and May you deliver twins Successfully and name them after me and her.
Happy birthday Once Again Sis.

~Abdoulrasheed H. Tapheeda


Moral decadence Amongst Youth of Sarkin Dawaki and Majidadi Wards, Jalingo LGA: Who is to Blame? ~Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda

The moral decadence in our society has reached level that calls for concern. It is of no doubt that social vices have completely replaced core moral values in present times. This ravaging phenomenon is the cause of some of the major problems Sarkin Dawaki and Majidadi Wards, Jalingo LGA are facing. A society where the young ones and leaders of tomorrow no longer think of how tomorrow would be better than today or how to be instrumental to the development of his/her Society. But engage in all sorts of anti-social behavior, such as Stealing, Fighting With Dangerous Weapons, Terrorising and the worst part of is ‘Raping Young Girls.’

This societal menace is just too prevalent and has reduced the present youths to mediocrity. The Moral values that are found in our religion, culture and traditions are yet to be emble by youth.. They consider our indigenous culture and traditions as outdated and barbaric.

Now that the issue has reached an alarming rate and as it is the tradition in our dear people, whenever an issue arises, we point accusing fingers and play the blame game instead of brainstorming on how best to tackle the problem. Some blame the parents, some point accusing fingers at the media, while others believe it’s the youth who are responsible for their behavior or misbehavior. But the truth is; Whichever of them you think is responsible, you may be right and as well be wrong for the following reasons;

1. The Parents:
Parents are responsible for training their children and teaching them compassion,  respect as well as acceptable do’s and don’ts in line with societal values and religious dictates. As such, they become responsible for the action or inaction, behavior and attitudes of their children towards others from childhood to maturity. If a child behaves well, people conclude that the child is from a disciplined home and if they behave otherwise, people fault the parents for not properly training the child. You hear people complain “didn’t your parents teach you this?” or “didn’t your parents teach you that?” The unfortunate thing now is that, some parents abandon these responsibilities.

2. The Media:
The role of the media in society is to inform, educate, entertain and serve as the watch-dog of the society. But Unfortunately, it is no longer so. The entertainment industry for example through music videos, movies and some publications have successfully polluted the minds of the youth and promoted indecent dressing, Nudity is now directly proportional to your fame and acceptance, skimpy dresses are now tickets to ‘classy’ events, songs that have sexual talks in them sell faster than the meaningful ones, when your trousers is around your waist then you are seen as a “learner”, big girls are now identified by level of exposure of their private parts. Drinking alcohol and other  dangerous intoxicants, smoking, and jamborees  among others. Such youth model their lives in accordance with any of their favourite actors, actresses, musicians, models and the like. But they dress, talk, walk, and misbehave like their unworthy role models with the highest sense of justification and the worst of all dedicating their most productive stage of life to temporary fun. What a mistake.



3. The Youth:
Nowadays youth don’t pay heed to the advices of elders and have no respect for them. Some children are good liars and perfect pretenders. They act and behave like saints in the house and become demons the moment they step out of it. It is universally believed that once a child is 18 years of age, he or she can think and make decisions, discern between truth and false, right and wrong, good and bad and so on.
The time for blame game is over, and each and every one concerned should take up their responsibilities. Parents, no matter how busy you may be, find time to train your children to be the good children you want.

The media should be socially responsible to the society and promote morals and values found in our indigenous culture and traditions.

Whereas the youth need reorientation and these includes compassion, respect, tolerance and understanding.

Above all, it must be understood that training the youth is a collective responsibility of the members of the society. If you train only your children, my untrained children whom are friends and go to school, mosque or church, play and socialize together can spoil your trained children. By joining hands together we can achieve morally sound society that we can be proud to call home.
Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda, Students Taraba State University, Jalingo.
B.Sc. (HONS.) Mathematics

Birthday Tribute To My Colleague In Crime; Halimah Julde By; Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda


I will like to start by untangling the statement made above “Colleague in Crime” for the fear misinterpreted/Misapprehension  by the gullible wailers. when i said Colleague in Crime I mean; my colleague in crime of  terrorism X&Y in the Mathematical Science Department. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS.

So, I want to use this yhur carousal day of yhur birth to announce to the world how much I cherished our friendship. We have been friend since four years ago, and I feel like we have known each other forever. I first met you on my first day of college and you were sitting together with Aishah, Kuburah, Abbas and one shorty guy that I can’t remember his name. Among them all, it was only you that looked so quite, aesthic and innocent kind the girl. I walked toward yhu people and exchanged howdy with Aisha, Abbas, Kuburah before you.. then I proceed to department to continue with my registration process.

As I was coming out of the department, there yhu are again, moving majestically, holding yhur phone in right hand, with a lot of facial makeup that made yhu shine like a new Indian bride. I almost fall down while looking at yhu discretely. Am sure yhu caught me staring at ***.. Probably that was the reason of yhur discomfort and shivering.  It was there we made proper introduction and yhu told me, yhu were going home to pick yhur receipt.. I must confess, your discomforbility is the reason I couldn’t say; yhu look so beauriful. I just said ohk. Adawo laphia..

In those three years of college every day spent with you and our two other best friends (Aisha and Kuburah) was so special and memorable. Our whole class was so much friendly and caring, yhu guys are amazing. We all became like a family. The way we used to elucidate each other’s problem, rendering hands in explaining, differentiating, integrating simplifying and demo-graphing and being there for each other in heart breaking moments, cheering each other in the worst mood, especially messaging you every day to remind you about the homework/assignment, because I must confess, you forget a lot, endless gossiping, laughing so much that our stomach hurt and there are countless other things.

I want to tell you that you are purest girl, the beautiful one, so pretty and gorgeous from inside out. I love your smile and with your smile you make me smile too. Our connection goes way deeper than normal because we are not normal at all. Because of this deep connection we can share anything and everything with each other. I can forget the support yhu gave me in my trial moment, when I was infected with an Emotional Trauma Disease Called “Heart Breaking” and how yhu offered a Tip-Tap hand to lift me out; But am sorry for failing yhu atlast. Thanks once against and with that, I promise to continue supporting yhu as I have always supported you and have been there with you in every situation and I will continue to do so always even after college ended, I couldn’t stand to be without talking to you.

I indeed appreciate the love and care yhu have pomp me with, I love yhu much morethan yhu can thing of.. is just that we are actually the opposites of each other in so many ways. You love to sleep, you love eating, you are lazy, you are a quite person but once you are comfortable with someone then you show your true self, you like to think a lot when you are alone, you did not like reading at all but now when you actually read a book, you now love reading as well.

I like to sleep too but limited, i like eating too but limited, i am not lazy but extra energetic, reading is like breathing to me and now you get that too, i am not a quite person and i talk to everyone, i do love to think but in a totally different way, i love to write because this is how i express myself. The common thing in us is that we love to watch movies especially “Gossip Diary” lolx.

I am so thankful to God, to have you as my best friend forever. No matter how much i write for you, it will never be enough and there are no words to describe the depth of our friendship. We can only feel it, when we feel this depth of our friendship it leaves us with a peaceful feeling. This publicity story (Write-up) is specially for you and the world will be reading it. I want to give this message to all those people out there, that friendship is not materialistic; it’s a deep bond between people and a connection between souls. Its just about feeling this deep bond and be there for each other always. To some people this may seem like an exaggeration on social media but for me this is a tribute to my best friend, who means the world to me. This is my way of making her feel special because this is her day.

Hey best friend i hope you like this Write-up because all that i wrote came from my heart and soul. I hope all your dreams come true and you find all the happiness and also true inner happiness. I also  I hope you have a wonderful day and that the year ahead is filled with much love, many wonderful surprises and gives you lasting memories that you will cherish in all the days ahead.

Once again a very happy birthday to you my Best friend, Soul sister and Colleague in Crime (Terrorising X&Y).. Keep smiling always and yes yhur gift is on it way, wish I will be there to hand it to yhu my self but things didn’t work out as I planned. Thanks

Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda

GMD Technptronic Company Nig. Ltd

Phone No.: 08037154155