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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The Agony Of Parents Searching For Their Abducted Daughters.

Last week, in Chibok, Borno State, some 230 schoolgirls were abducted by unknown gunmen in their school premises, leaving their parents restless as they have resolved to go into the forest in search of their children.  Kareem Haruna writes on their plight and efforts to see their children again

Musa Muta is in his early 40s. He has a daughter called Martha, his first child. His dream for Martha is to either become a senior nurse or a doctor. That was why he paid special attention to her education and upbringing to be a humble and decent little girl.

Martha is now 17 years old. She is supposed to finish writing her final year secondary school exams this month. She is a student of the Government Girls Secondary School, Chibok. She is among the 230 schoolgirls that are still unaccounted for after their abduction on Monday, April 14, 2014 by the Boko Haram terrorists.

Muta said the future he dreamt for his little girl had almost matured, but as her days in captivity lengthen, so is his fear that may be he might not be able to savour the fruition of that beautiful future for his daughter. Every minute that counts with the absence of Martha has been a nightmare for himself and her mother.

“We don’t know what is happening to Martha and other girls out there. We fear for them, because those who took them away are not good people; they have no value for life. If we know this is the price we were to get for putting her in school, maybe we would not have sent her to school. But we did, because we didn’t want her life to be like that of ours; barely educated and restricted to village life,” he said in broken voice, as tears flowed down his already crimsoned eyes that seemed not to have tasted sleep for a very long time.

Martha’s father was not the only one in grief. Over 200 men who gathered within the burnt premises of the government girls secondary school were all crying and weeping like babies, when the state governor, Kashim Shettima, went on a sympathy visit there.

It was an emotionally drenched encounter at the school. No one, including Governor Shettima and Senator Ali Ndume, who visited the village last week, could stand the pitiable sights of men crying like “babies”. These are men who had perhaps exhibited that masculine chauvinism in the past – men who would scold their sons (maybe) of behaving like girls when they cry over an issue. But with the disappearance of their daughters, these fathers could not hide the weakness that encase their love for their daughters. They did not only let the tears glide freely down their tortured face, they sobbed and wept as well.

The emotional Governor Shettima could not immediately bring himself to address them, as his voice was submerged in broken emotion. He allowed Senator Ndume to lead the talking. But even the fire-brand Ndume could only end his speech with thick tears dripping across his face and soaking his clothes. He too cried like a baby.

“We are all touched by the incident concerning the abduction of our daughters,” said Senator Ndume. “I am a father too. I have 10 children, and everyday I put my children in the position of these girls currently in captivity and I weep for them; I weep for the poor parents. My heart goes to you all. So is our governor here. But you should know our limitations here in the state concerning the security deployment. It is very obvious that neither the governor nor I has control over our security. We can only plea with the federal government to assist us. But be assured that we are doing our best to see that these girls are freed in one piece. We have to all turn to God at times like this and ask for His mercies. He should look into the heavy hearts of our parents here and let His powers touch the heart of those keeping our daughters, so that they would not only release our girls, but also make sure no one there harm them.”

The parents, all in tears, told the governor that even they, as fathers, did not just crowd themselves and sat in the village waiting for their daughters to resurface. They actually did what every father would do in situations like this. They had offered the sacrifice of their lives in the search and rescue of their little girls.

The men said while the time the military and the school management continued to feed the world with stories and fictitious figures that their daughters had been rescued, when in actual fact they were not in anyway near home, “We all resolved and told each other the home truth, that it is better we stand up and go into the bushes in search of our daughters before some harm come to them”.

Barring all the dangers that surely await them should they venture to trail the girls up to the den of the Boko Haram in the heart of Sambisa, the fathers mobilised themselves and marched into the bushes, armed with knives, cutlasses, bows and arrows, and hunting guns. Most of them rode on motorcycles and carried extra fuel.

About 150 motorcycles were mobilised, each carrying two passengers, they embarked on what could best be described as a suicide mission.  According to them, their search took them into places they had never been and they saw the vast forest lands that had never been cultivated for a very long time.

“We trailed the abductors of our daughters by following the prints made by their vehicles, far into very dangerous places inside the forest, but we couldn’t go far because we were warned against going further since we had no sophisticated weapons that could match that of those holding our daughters,” one of the abducted schoolgirls’ fathers said.

“Our journey took us far into the brinks of Sambisa forest, a distance of over 50km from Chibok. We rode under some very thick and dark forest without seeing the sunlight through the leaves for over 25 kilometres.

“We had walked into the forest for over 50 kilometres until we got to a place where we saw two houses and plenty women, about a dozen of them. They could not help us, but showed us the path to follow. So, we continued until we came to another hamlet where we were told by the residents there that if we took a footpath ahead of us, it would lead us to where the abductors took our daughters. We thanked them and proceeded through the path and continued to walk under low but thick trees. We walked for about 25 kilometres without seeing the sky or the sun, even though it was day. The whole forest was dark, because the low and thick branches of trees shielded the sunlight from penetrating. One will never believe it that such forest is inside Nigeria and in the northern region.

“After some hours of walk, we came to a stream with a locally-made bridge. We walked over the bridge, everywhere was quite, but we continued moving and searching until we met a Fulani herdsman, who urged us to move ahead of the route we were following, that surely we would see where our daughters were, because he too saw them being taken away by the Boko Haram gunmen. Many of our young men got lost in the forest, because it was too thick and very large.

“We continued to move on until we arrived a junction where the foot path that leads to Konduga and the other to Damboa intercepts. There, we asked an old man who was surprised to see us riding on motorcycles. We told him our mission and he confirmed to us that of course he saw our daughters with the abductors. He said the girls were brought down from the truck at that junction and were made to trek into the forest ahead. He pointed to us the direction they took them, but warned us that if we ventured to proceed into that part of the forest without any security personnel following us, we would all be killed together with our daughters. He advised us that we should try and go back to Damboa and get more security agents to help, lest we would be embarking on the most dangerous mission,” he narrated.

The old man told them that the core of Sambisa was just ahead and if they could tarry in the area till night, which was even very dangerous for them. They could hear the sounds of their activities, and sometimes shooting of guns as though they were doing some shooting training.

The search party from Chibok were left confused at that junction of decision. For sure, their daughters were down there in the forest, not very far from them. But the old farmer had warned them that he had never seen anyone, other than the Boko Haram that went into that part of the forest and made it back alive.

“The old farmer told us that they simply disappear in there and you will never see them again; even of the many soldiers that went in there, only few of them often find themselves running back injured or without their vehicles. He said many of them seldom return back,” he said.

In tears, the search team debated the idea of going in, but was later made to succumb to the defeat of their courage by the fact that two things might likely happen to them in there.

“We feared that our children should not be caught in crossfire, or both of us be killed if we ventured to go there, which would still add up to the misery of our wives and other children back at home. We had to reluctantly give up our search and possible rescue of our daughters as we heed to the admonition of the old farmer and decided to return to Damboa to see if the soldiers could help,” he added.

As they turned their backs on Sambisa and began to drag their foot towards home, one of the parents said, “I felt I have failed my daughter by not being able to go in there as her father and pull her out of that captivity.” They all cried on their way back.

Musa Muta, who was also part of the search team, said he was struck by more fear given what he saw on their way into the Sambisa forest; and doubts if the whole insurgency was anyway near its end.

“We do not want to talk about what our eyes saw on the way into Sambisa, because it would even escalate the grief of our wives and other people back at home,” said Muta.

A younger member of the search team who narrated  how he got lost in the forest for two days before he finally made his way back to Chibok on Sunday said they saw several human corpses that had longed decomposed, some looked like those of soldiers and many others could not be identified.

“We lost count of them on the way, because they were very many. We saw burnt vehicles too. The place is so vast, yet one old man told us that we were not even half an inch near the core of Sambisa,” said a young man who would not say his name because they all agreed not to disclose the horrible sights they saw to the people at home.

Governor Shettima had pleaded for calm as he promised not to rest on his oars until these 230 schoolgirls were rescued and reunited with their families.

“The abduction of innocent girls is also a trial from God, and we will overcome it soon. Our hearts go to the parents of the abducted girls, because it is a tragedy that has befallen all of us,” the governor said.

“We have tolerated the burning of homes, churches, mosques, businesses and killing of innocent souls, but taking away our daughters is the worst act of indiscretion and wickedness. That is why we will not allow the security operatives to rest until they help us fish out our girls… And I can assure you, efforts are being made towards that.

“They can burn our physical infrastructure, but they cannot destroy our souls. We are going to survive and rebuild our lives, because truth will always triumph over falsehood,” the governor assured.

The words of the governor might have momentarily assuaged the grief-stricken parents, but it did not dry the tears of the women in Borno State capital, who had to grant a press conference challenging the federal government to wake up and show leadership.

The women, all dressed in black attires, were led by a group called Baobab for Borno Women’s Human Rights. They condemned the abduction of the girls by the insurgents as well as censured all other violence and killings happening in the state. They called for a better security for students in schools and asked the insurgents to hearken to the call for dialogue.

But the words of Mrs Aishatu Ngulde, who is the northeast co-ordinator of WOTCLEF, rang louder with motherly pains when she disparaged the federal government for not showing enough concern about the missing girls.

“It is very disheartening that despite what is going on here in Borno State concerning our abducted girls,  our national leader who is supposed to champion the protection of the entire country, didn’t see it as a duty to do so,” she echoed.

“Since this incident happened, we have not heard our President telling the entire nation that he is deploying our almighty air force with their jets, to come and hover over our terrain in Borno State and find out in which bush these girls are being kept. Is anybody telling me that the bushes in Borno State are so thick that no plane can see through? Our soldiers have been going to other countries and we see and hear how troops were being dropped from the sky into thick forests and attack enemies in the bushes. Why is that not being done in Borno State concerning our children that have been taken? We are grieved because we are all mothers.

“If it were Jonathan’s daughters that have been stolen today, would the country go to sleep? Why should it be all about the governor? He is just an entity, he has no such powers over the military or any security men. We are in a country where everything has to come from the federal government. Let us call a spade, a spade. The federal government should do something now, or we accuse them as accomplices and part of this crime,” Ngulde submitted.

The clock is fast ticking, and the days of the 230 girls in captivity increasing, just as the fears for their safety soar, as well. Who will bail the cat now and go into the Sambisa forest and free these girls? Or is Sambisa forest so dreadfully thick, as Ngulde put it, that no one including our security operatives can go into it and rescue these innocent girls? These are questions our government and the security operatives must answer.

*tears* *sobbing* *praying* *cursing* and *wishing*.


AßdøυℓгAshƐƐd H. TAÞhƐƐdA is a MD of TƐ¢hnøtгøni¢ ¢ømÞAnŶ Nig. ℓtd.

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Nyanya Bomb Blast and The Fight Against Terrorism in Nigeria By General Muhammadu Buhari

Sinister terror and hatred have again reached from the shadows to steal the lives of innocent Nigerians.

In Nyanya, seventy-two people were killed by a car bomb. Hundreds more were injured in the devastation. Their killings served no purpose except for those who exalt in evil. The bomb blast quickly came and went like the deadly thief it was; but we shall be left to endure the pain and loss from this terrible act for a long time to come.

What the nation lost is irreplaceable. The number 72 seems like just another grim tally among the death statistics that have become all too common. But what occurred is much more than that. We must really stop and take notice of where evil is attempting to drive us to.

We cannot allow these merchants of death to make us numb to the tragedy they manufacture. Those who were killed were not merely numbers on a page. They were human beings, made of flesh and blood body and soul like all the rest of us. They were someone’s father or mother, brother or sister. They had parents; they were someone’s child. They were husbands or wives, neighboring friends and colleague. They had dreams and hopes. They were loved and loved others in return. Now, life has been taken away and those who cared from them must bear a grief no person should be asked to carry.

These people committed no wrong. Their only crime was to be ordinary working class people seeking to eke out a livelihood and tend for themselves and their families. For this, they were killed.

They represent the backbone of the working people. Not many of them lived an easy life. Most worked hard and long for modest wages. They lifted themselves up every morning to earn their daily bread. They faced the many social and economic challenges and obstacles our society poses, yet they worked not to destroy but to make this a better place by bettering the lives of their family and loved ones.

These people lived anonymously and died the same way. We do not yet know their names. But, in a fundamental sense, we know who they were. They were part of us. They shared the same aspirations we all do. We seek an improved fate for our children and hope to leave them a better life. We want to work and live in dignity and respect. We want a life of peace and harmony with our neighbors regardless of religion, ethnicity or background. We seek prosperity not poverty. We seek brotherly understanding not strife. We seek peace, not bombs.

It was not just 72 people who were taken in this depraved assault. Each of us lost something that day. Yet, despite the loss and suffering, we must not cower in fear, and let the purveyors of death believe they have scored a victory over us.

Those who committed this act have declared war on all that is decent and good. They have declared war not against the state or even the government. They have declared war on Nigeria and all Nigerians because this murder took men and women, old and young, Christian and Muslim alike. In trying to scare, frighten and divide us, the evildoers committed injury to their own cause. For they have shown us that we all suffer inhumanity in the same way.

No matter our religion or place of birth, we all bleed and are wounded the same way by injustice. Decency runs through the teachings of each religion and ethnic group that comprise the people of Nigeria.

We may have our differences, but the vast majority of Nigerians stand united against the appalling violence committed in Nyanya and other places.

These acts have no place in Nigeria. Those who commit them have no place in our country. The perpetrators may look like human beings. They may have limbs and faces like the rest of us but they are not like us. In killing innocent people, they have become inhuman. They live outside the scope of humanity. Their mother is carnage and their father is cruelty. They have declared war against the people of Nigeria. They have shown that they do not want to liberate the people. They want to kill them. Yet, with all the energy of their evil and ignorant hatred, they shall fail. The good people of Nigeria shall triumph.

Such a wicked mission shall not succeed. We have gone too far in our journey to nationhood and endured too much to allow these terrible acts to divert us.

Not only have these agents of death killed innocent people, they also abducted over 100 young women from their school. Why abduct school girls? Whatever they plan, they should be ready to face the wrath of Nigerian people. They should release these young girls unharmed. Anything else would be an abominable crime.

We all must take close heed at this moment and recognize the severity of what is upon us. A small minority seeks to bring the nation to its knees through terror. Thus, we must stand tall and united. We can ill afford to allow their crimes to go unpublished united.

I call on the government to improve and redefine its strategy in the light of this expanding menace. Clearly, its intelligence gathering needs to be improved so that it can break terrorist plots before they hatch. Moreover, it needs to enact greater social and economic reform in the blighted areas of the nation to win the hearts and minds of the people. Give the youth a viable alternative and they will not be duped by the lure of extremist dogma. A major iniative with immediate and long-term strategies for mass employment should be introduced right away.

Nigeria must and will overcome this scourge but it cannot do so merely by wishful thinking. We need wise and decisive strategy.

As for me and my party, we deplore and condemn these and all such attacks. Those who commit them must know that the nation stands four square against them.

While we are engaged in tight political competition against the ruling party, we shall not play politics on this issue so vital to our national survival and wellbeing.

We pledge ourselves to the unity and safety of this nation and shall do nothing to undermine national security. We seek no political advantage from this calamity and wish the present administration success in fighting it.

We stand ready to help in any meaningful and productive way to fight this battle against evil. We extend our hand and earnest offer of cooperation in this regard.

Nigeria and Nigerians have suffered enough. Those who now lead the nation and those who would lead her must overlook political differences to find whatever ways we can cooperate to make this a safer, more secure nation for all.

Thank you and May God Bless the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

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200 Abducted Girls: Calling For The Hunter and Able Youth To Join The Search Team.

The nation is in an aggravated and unprecedented state of emergency. Our most vulnerable children are the recurrent victims of the nation’s severe security problems are again being subjected to severe danger. Up to 200 school girls remain captured by terrorists in the northeast. These are our children, our daughters, cousins and nieces who have been abducted by the so-called Boko Haram terrorists and are now being held at an unknown destination. It cannot be imagined what these girls, the latest kidnap victims are being put through in captivity by these known, Godless rapists and murderers.

Nigeria’s state security has proven it is incapable of resolving this latest crises as it has been in all in the past. This latest kidnap episode adds to a list of abductions over the past four years that the security establishment has failed to resolve. The deadly lies spread by our nation’s military, under the president of Nigeria, Goodluck Jonathan, the minister of defense, Aliyu Gusau and the NSA Sambo Dasuki, claiming to have freed the abducted Chibok school girls, goes further to show their insensitivity, lack of commitment and intent to further recklessly endanger the lives and fate of our missing girls. Such a preposterous, malicious lie, made to the global concerned audience was in an attempt to further jeopardize the lives of the girls and compromise local and international efforts to facilitate their release.

It is time for ordinary Nigerians to step-up in this national tragedy. Our girls in school in this tough clime, are by all means the most important corner stones of our future. We cannot and must not leave them to their fate. It has already been three days with the terrorists. These girls are suffering unimaginable and unrecoverable physical and mental harm if they are still alive.

We are making an urgent call for all able-bodied Nigerian and foreign hunters and youth to proceed to the northeast and join the parents and army in the search for these abducted children. All hands must be on deck. The parents are already combing the bushes for their wards; we cannot leave them alone in this dangerous and desperate mission. Their children are our children, tomorrow, who knows, it may be our children and their help we may solicit.

The Civilian-JTF is on the ground to coordinate our mission. They will inform of the safe methods of participation. They will also be on ground in the search to help in eliminating Boko Haram terrorists encountered. All tunnels and caves should be sought out and explored. This is a holy obligation to free our children from their abductors and oppressors.

We call for donations of supplies, walkie-talkies, torch-lights, batteries and all other financial assistance that can aid in this hunt, recover and eliminate mission. ENDS has recently donated some walkie-talkies and Taser torchlights to the Civilian-JTF which may be helpful in these hunts in outskirts where communication may otherwise be impossible.

We also call on all international bodies and even SWAT teams that can assist Nigeria to please join and assist us in this time of national tragedy and need. The governments of Chad, Cameroon, Niger are also implored to assist in this search, recover and eliminate mission. The terrorists could be hiding with these girls in areas on their territory.

Dr. Peregrino Brimah

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Assuming the entire Tarabians conceded to the request of the Southern Taraba People of getting the gubernatorial slot move to their zone this time around, what would be our fate?

If the almost dozen contestants from the zone, including their celebrated retired military men and their Revered clergies and Traditional Rulers could not come together to agree not to disagree and find a lasting peace in Wukari, then mortgaging our state (Taraba) that is known to be relatively peaceful into their own hands is not only dangerous but suicidal.

The truth which indegenes of Wukari and indeed the entire Southern Taraba people need to know is that no clan, district, nation or even continent developed without the help of outsiders. At this period when the entire world is growing fast into becoming one global village, it is funny to still find one remote location such as wukari still wanting to remain in its own shell. I am at times left with the believe that the Southern Taraba People are not serious and truly not ready to have power shift to their domain. When you cannot have peace within yourselves, how then do you expect the trust of others?

A classical example which the Kwararafa people need to study is the Northern Taraba people. While there are virtually less than 7 tribal settings in their zone, Taraba Northern zone has close to 120 different tribes and dialects. When the Southern Zone has the prominence of the three (Christianity, Islam and Traditional) religions, the northern zone has only Islam and Christianity as religions.

The complexity in the northern zone outweigh that out the Southern zone since the south has Traditional religion to stabilise embers of religious crises. But the north has been at peace and harmony while the south (the self acclaimed “warriors”) are at each others throats at any given opportunity.

No society no matter how rich they are develop in an atmosphere of war. The numerous crises in wukari and environs will not benefit anyone as I am convinced beyond doubts that each of the warring parties is counting its loses (since no one gained) at the moment.

The most unfortunate truth is that this crises is avoidable. By this I mean this last one! It was to the seeing of all when Tivs engaged Fulani’s. Whether you agree with me or not, one fact remain certain that I can never carry along with me livestock of the magnitude with the nomadic fulanis and still goes out of my way to look for the trouble of Tivs. In one way or the other, some of us supported the crises and made one party in the crises our allies . The rest is history today!

The earlier the entire Wukari elders, Clergies, Retired Generals and other rank and files, Traditional Rulers, Academicians and all other natives see beyond their view, the better for all.


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The Nyanya Tragedy, A Clear Indication of All Man by Himself By Odusote Oluwakayode

I was prepared to discuss on “Women empowerment and the Empowered Women” when the sudden news of a blast that killed scores of people filtered in. This recent blast occurred at the Nyanya area, very close to the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja on the 14th of April, 2014.

The blood suckers claimed the lives of over 100 struggling Nigerians who were on a journey to their respective places of work just to survive a life amidst harsh economic situation in the country. This attack is coming barely a month to the alleged jail break by some inmates at the Directorate of State Security Service headquarters in Abuja. This news of blast, shootings and deaths seem not to come on a nation by surprise anymore, what perhaps comes by surprise is the targets of the wicked blasts.

The incessant upsurge of violence by insurgents’ movement is a colossal event that can be averted by a versatile government. If care is not taken to tackle the security challenge headlong, the activities of the insurgents may rise like a mighty storm, like a hurricane, a force so swift and violent that no power, however great, will be able to hold it back quickly. They have progressed and always being ahead of the government in their deadly but strategic strikes.

The high tide of lack of social transformation in the country, such that gave birth to groups like the Boko Haram, is gradually reaching a crescendo that insurgent’s activities may soon sweep over the whole country. These terrorist have a potentially inexhaustible enthusiasm for killing and maiming. They are blind and all is dark ahead of them. They go so far as to proclaim the right of their wrong acts.

A government that simply follows the routine of underestimating the insurgent’s enthusiasm for violence should be tapped to wake up from their deliberate slumber. The extension of a dialogue, state of emergency and said military assault against insurgency has only contributed to their systematic design of more deadly attacks. It seems the time something new appears from taming them by the government, they derive other means of carrying out attacks. This is their pattern of action in regard to terrorism.

Over the years, insurgents have carried on destructive activities and the people most affected are the poor masses sweating to make out stipend from labour that receive few or no support from government. We have always maintained that governance must rely on the people, on all Nigerians in the project of building a nation, and not relying merely on a few persons called VIPs or powerful persons issuing political, economic and social orders.

Restricting governance to the few brings about the endemic challenges being faced currently and unfortunately, the families of the few or the few themselves are not the ones being affected directly.

Problems will emanate when the people being led do not have a testimony of good governance, it will arise when whatever is done by government is never explained to the people they lead and that they do not understand why or how to give play to the initiative and creative energy of those they lead. That, being the usual case, how can everyone be expected to get involved in building and how can anything be done well?

Fifty four years of sweet and bitter experience is evident to tell us that the right decisions, policies and style of government invariably conform to the needs of the people at a given time and the wrong decisions, policies and style of government invariably disagree with the demands of the people.

The reason such evils as kidnapping, terrorism, robbery, rape and sectarianism persist is because of the inefficiency and sometimes the I don’t care attitude of government which is definitely harmful to the sustainance of good governance while the leaders that alienate themselves from the governed allow their mentalities to suffer from such maladies.

To link government with the people, one must act in accordance with the needs and wishes of the people. All work done must start from identifying their needs and not from the desire of any individual or group of individuals however well-intentioned.

Unfortunately, in our recent political life, it happens objectively that the governed themselves need a certain change of attitude towards governance because they are not yet conscious of the need, not yet willing or determined to make the change for a government that will be of the people’s choice.

How long will these killings last? Should we wait patiently till the powers that be exhaust their thirst for blood and revenge? Our government is expected to mobilize the people and to see that no Nigerian at any point in time is divorced from the dividends of good governance and democracy.

Irrespective of agitations, every Nigerian must be taught to love each other and the leader must be ready to listen attentively to the voice of the governed; to identify with them at all levels and, instead of standing arrogantly above them as lords, to immerse himself among them and understand them. Leading to perform against the tenets of democracy, the constitution and the will of the people will only be tantamount to a massive failure.

With this latest bomb explosion, the government must not assume that the insurgents have no understanding of what they themselves do not yet understand. It often happens that they outsmart government and are eager to advance a step further in causing havoc.

The people should not be deceived that all is well; that government is in control and that measure will be put in place to curb further occurrence. It is not enough for a leader to think he alone understand the nation’s problems. Such premonition is one of the basic reasons some of our leaders fail.

All hands are expected to be on deck by making the government an all-inclusive one instead of going round the country for regional political campaigns; efforts at performing well should be synthesized with experiences gathered into better, articulated principles and methods for reasonable solutions to challenges and problems we are faced with.

Close attention should be paid to these happenings because this may not be the last. Tensions may rise and if care is not taken an escalation of frustrations.

The lives lost are painful but the remedy from a government is doubtful – all man to himself.

Abdoulrasheed H. Tapheeda MD Technotronic Company Nig. Ltd.
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If we never meet again…

“Live everyday as though it is your last day”.
These are words we have heard quite a number of times, but perhaps have not given much thought to.

Today, for a moment I tried to visualise all the people in my life. My family, friends, Neighbours, classmates from all the stages of my education, even the random people one meets once in a while at the events of life. Not one from all these people mentioned met me by chance or is a part of my life by mere coincidence. Rather, it was from the design and plan of Allah in His immense wisdom, and He placed them all there for a reason.

As I imagined and tried to remember all these people, the questions that came to my mind were “was I good enough to them?” “did I in any way make an impact in their lives?”. Some of these people, I wondered if I would ever meet again. Some I knew with surety that I would not, because they have passed on (may Allah have mercy on their souls). And others, “in sha Allaah” I said to myself, we would probably meet again soon :). The whole point of this is, sometimes we forget very quickly, that the events of this life are passing ones. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing at all. Not the people, nor situations. Everything comes to pass. So we meet people every day, and for some, that may be the last day we would ever see them. Others might have a few months, a few years, but in the end, the parting time surely comes.

When we relate this to the advice I mentioned earlier, we can see that this also means “treat everyone you meet, as though it is the last time you will see them”. No matter how long we live with people, no matter how long their stay, a day will come when they will have to go. subhanAllaah.

So what is the implication of this? It makes it easier for us to patient. In fact, it makes us want to be patient because we would want to maximize the “good” and this could mean totally forgetting or ignoring the “bad”. Leaving a lasting good impression. Forgiving, tolerating, helping, cheering, and the list goes on.

A typical example would be our high school or university friends. For most of us, we would give anything to have one more hour with them. And what would we do with that one hour? We would maximize it, tell each other how much we care and have missed one another. We would make the most of it. we would overlook each other’s faults and focus on the good things…but do we get to have this one hour? Hardly ever, because our time is gone. But how about the ones with whom we are still together?

When we look back in the past, wishing there are things we could mend, we make the mistake of not mending what is right in front of us. It soon becomes another past we regret. For any time we think about people we could have been nicer to, people we could have tolerated more, but cannot anymore because it is too late, let us look to those we still have. Let us imagine that someday, we would look back and they would be there…in what would then be called “the past”.

That someday, we would wish we had been more patient with them, we would wish we had forgiven them or had rendered that assistance to them but would not be able to anymore, because their phase in our lives have ended. It could be a colleague at work, a neighbour, a friend, anyone. No one remains in our lives forever. Just as we don’t remain in the lives of others forever.

This goes to say, a little extra patience would not hurt. A little extra kindness, a little extra care; these things would turn out to be what you would look back to and smile in satisfaction. “Alhamdulillah, I did the best I could for her/him. Alhamdulillah, I did not miss a chance to make him/her smile” Alhamdulillah. No matter how difficult, unbearable, intolerable a person may be. You would be glad you were more patient in the end, because it pays.

No matter how much a person has hurt you, oppressed you, and cheated you; You would be glad and thankful you overlooked and still did them good, because it pays.

No matter how much a person has wronged you and offended you; you would be glad you had forgiven and still treated them with kindness. Because your conscience would be clear.

Just when you are about to blow off, just when you are about to give up on a person, or you are feeling too let down; remember, “this too shall pass” and be more patient.
It’s better to be hurt than to hurt someone
It’s better to be cheated than to cheat someone It’s better to be betrayed than to betray someone. But if you can avoid these two altogether, then it is surely best 🙂 Strive to leave a lasting impact on the people you meet. Strive to be patient, kind and loving. Be the best of who you are and let not the people bring you down. Focus on the good and ignore the bad. And always make dua for the people around you.

Good is what lies within you. Good is what you represent. Good is what you stand for and by Goodness you have been sent. Settle for no less than Good.


Abdoulrasheed H. Tapheeda MD Technotronic Company Nig. Ltd.
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