Tribute To My Boo Khadija Abubakar On Valentine Day! By: Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda

Today 14 February, 2016 marked 139days with our 1st meeting (28/09/2015), despite that the time we spent together that day was very little, but the meeting mean the whole world to me. in fact it’s one of the best thing that ever happened to me. The day was indeed unforgettable day with a lot memories to tell of; Because,… before we met, I had no idea what love really was and then my heart started aching for you. Now, each day we’re apart, tears run down my face with longing to have you near me again. I never knew that a lady could have stolen my heart and made it truly her’s. I never knew I could love a lady more than my own life until now.

I long for the day I can finally look into your kind, beautiful eyes and dimples and tell you how much I love you and need you. The true beginning of my life will be when you are here with me. Seeing you every day will bring the greatest joy to my heart, knowing you are finally in reach of me. The very thought of you here excites me in a wonderful way. You are my every heartbeat, my every breath of life. What I need to survive and make it through this lonely world can only be conquered with you by my side. I do not think there are any words that could describe the way I actually feel about you. All I know is that you, are the only lady that is on my mind, the only lady that is in my soul, the only lady who truly and unconditionally has my heart for whatever lifetime this world has to offer us.

When I think about you, my eyes start to tear up because I know you are somewhere else and not in my sight. But the thought of you keeps me going for another breath of fresh air and will keep me longing for you the rest of my life. It’s indeed difficult for for me to be separated for so long. Life seems to be full of trials of this type that test our inner strength and, more importantly, our devotion and love for one another. After all, it is said that true love is boundless and immeasurable and overcomes all forms of adversity. In truth, if love is genuine, it will grow stronger with each assault upon its existence.

Despite that our love has been assaulted many times, and I am convinced that it is true love because the longer I am away from you, the greater my yearning is to be with you again. I cherish any thought of you, prize any memory of you that rises from the depths of my mind, and live for the day when our physical separation will no longer exist. I will never leave you, and I will truly never hurt you. I admire you. You are my inspiration for anything and everything worthwhile on this cold, damp earth.

I never thought my time would come to love, and then it came, and I was hit with so much emotion and power I did not know where to put it all. I have stacked it, piece by piece, in my heart for you. I truly believe you are my soul mate, and you are the only lady I will give all I have to offer forever. I hope you never let go of me because I love you, and I trust you love me too as much as I love you. Sometimes I need to think about you to make myself happy when I am down, and just the thought of you brightens my day completely. Picturing your smile and dimple makes me smile, and I cannot wait to see the beloved lady I admire, I treasure you, and keep you locked in the big steel safe of my heart.

I love you, Sweetheart, and that is the only thing that is never going to change in my life. I am yours forever. Until that moment arrives, I send you my tender love, my warm embrace and best wishes in all your doing.

Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda is a MD of Technotronic Com. Nigeria.
A Freelance Writer From Taraba State
Twitter: @atapheeda
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Article to The Editor of National NewsPaper on The Evil of Unemployment in Our Society By: Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda

To The Editor;

The National News Paper,

Topic: The Evils of Unemployment in Our Society.

Unemployment: is defined as a stage of one not having a job by Advantage Learner dictionary. Unemployment (Society); a total number of people not having a Jon in a society/Area for a given period of time.

Unemployment occurs when people are without work and actively seeking work. Unemployment affects not just the person himself but also his/her family and in the long run the society where he lives. Unemployment brings with it despair, unhappiness and anguish. It forces people to live their lives in a way they do not wish to. The life expectancy is negatively affected. Life expectancy is the ease by which people living in a time/place are able to satisfy their needs/wants.

The effect of Unemployment in a society are as follows:
=>Crime and Violence: Increase in the rate of crime. It can also lead to one joining terrorism. Observers state that almost all the terrorist, terrorising our society are unemployed youth. Suicide cases increase in the rate of suicide attempts and actual suicides as well because they were offered money or promised to take of one’s family.

=>Lose of Skills Usage: The unemployed is not able to put his/her skills to use. And in a situation where it goes on for too long the person may have to lose some of his/her skills.

=>Mental Health: Mental health problems like; Law self-confidence, feeling unworthy, depression and hopelessness. With the lost income and the frustration involved in it, the recently unemployed may develop negative attitudes toward common things in life and may feel that all sense of purpose is lost. Frequent emotions could be low self-esteem, inadequateness and feeling dejected and hopeless.

=> Health Diseases: The unemployment overall tension can increase dramatically general health issues of individuals.

=> Tension at Home: Quarrels and arguments at home front which may lead to tension and increased numbers of divorces etc.

=> Political issues: Loss of trust in administration and the government which may lead to political instability.

=> Insecurity amongst Employees: The prevailing unemployment and the plight of the unemployed people and their families may create fear and insecurity even in the currently employed people.

=>Social outing: Unemployment may bring a decrease in social outings and interactions with other people, including friends.

=>Stigma: Unemployment brings with more than just ‘no work’. It also brings with it the disgrace that the person has to bear. Nobody likes to be termed as unemployed.

=> Standard of leaving: In times of unemployment the competition for jobs and the negotiation power of the individual decreases and thus also the living standard of people with the salaries packages and income reduced.

Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda is Bonafide of Taraba State, Jalingo.
Twitter: @Atapheeda
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Jonathan’s government is well known for its series of lies and cover-ups. Throughout his administration, Jonathan is either caught pants down trying to cover up illegal arms deal in foreign countries, firing people to contain the stink of his massive loots, or blowing up people in a helicopter to protect his unholy secrets. It is so bad that I think if Jonathan’s administration was a TV show, its best title must have been “Lies and Deception”.

In the past weeks alone, two things have happened, both of which should have earned Jonathan an impeachment notice if we had a national assembly (please don’t start me on those pot-bellied money mongers called Legislathieves).

First, for lying against a foreign leader (King of Morocco), Jonathan’s administration has dragged the corporate name of our country in the mud a lot deeper than most of us can even imagine. It will take several years to mend the diplomatic rift that has been caused. But, we’ve got to give it to Jonathan this time – he lied and he admitted it, albeit when it was too late.

Second, again, happening in the past days, the South African authorities have claimed that our country, the so-called “Giant of Africa” is using mercenaries to fight ragtag insurgents. Having been lied to at several occasions by Jonathan and his cohort, I’m inclined to disregard any excuses peddled by them, and believe South Africa’s version of the story. After all, South Africa was right about the illegal arms deal involving one religious bigot close to Jonathan.

The questions we should be asking are endless. Since Nigeria has over 200,000 soldiers on its payroll, why do we need mercenaries to fight our battles with an insignificant insurgent of at most 10,000 fighters? We all know that mercenaries don’t come cheap, why can’t Jonathan use the money he uses to pay them to equip and motivate our own soldiers to do their jobs? What happens if (God forbid) our country is directly attacked by another country with an organized army? Can we survive that under Jonathan? Should we continue to rely on poorer neighboring countries to fight our battles when they have their own problems to contend with?

These questions are seemingly never-ending. In fact, rather than find answers, the more one analyzes the situation, the more crucial questions come up that demand urgent answers! Since responsible answers only come from a responsible government, there is very little hope of finding good answers to these questions. At least, not at the moment.

However, all hope is not lost. You and I can change all these. We can stop the show of lies, deception and cover-ups. How? March 28 has finally com, which today. Let’s ngo out massively to #Vote4Change; let’s go for a government that we all can be proud of and rely on.

I’ll miss the show of lies and deception, but this is one of those rare occasions when missing out on something is a positive thing.

God bless Nigeria!

Abdoulrasheed Tapheeda, GMD Technotronic Com. Nig. Ltd
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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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