My father and grandfather were initiated as Ifa priests before they gave it up and went back to Christianity. While my father was still deep in traditional spirituality, an incident where he sensed that an accident was going to happen some seconds before it did shocked me. I was in the car with him. He got the signs and started getting agitated, and that agitation caused the accident he was warned about.
The reason they gave it all up was this endless loop of cause and effect, then sacrifice. I started trying to understand it all from a science perspective. There had to be an explanation of how people could see into the future, and I realized that for those who had the gift, it was more of a burden than anything else.
I studied a lot of West African secret societies and a lot of Christian phenomena that were unexplained. I even traveled to India to witness weird stuff. I still believed it could all still be explained by science somehow.
Fast forward to 2013, I was in Barcelona for a conference. I had attended Mass at Tibidabo before the Mobile World Congress. Inside the crowd, a lady was staring at me. She walked up to me, gave me a teddy bear, and said, “For your son.” I got married the year before, and to my knowledge, I had no kids yet, but something told me to accept it.
It turned out that my wife was already pregnant, and my son was born exactly 8 months and 2 weeks later, after the lady gave me that teddy bear.
I now strongly believe there is more to life than all what we see. I also firmly believe in God as I have seen prayers do things for me that I can't fully explain. The spiritual is complex but also very simple and likely obvious.
With politics as corrupt as ever, it feels pointless to think our votes cannot make a difference
I want to talk about the upcoming presidential elections in 2027.
As we approach this critical time, we need to choose our leaders carefully. In the past, our choices have not always served us well, and the consequences are evident in our daily lives.
Look around; some of the major issues we face include rising food costs, inadequate healthcare, a struggling education system, and a lack of job opportunities, especially for our growing youth population. These challenges are significant, and the politicians we elect play a vital role in addressing them. However, with around 10,000 politicians among 220 million people, it’s clear that we hold the power to select our leaders. But do we truly get to decide?
Too often, we may find ourselves unintentionally giving away our votes without recognising their true value. Once we do, politicians can make decisions that do not align with our needs or interests. It is frustrating when those decisions negatively impact our lives, yet we forget that we had the opportunity to make smarter choices from the start.
So here's my advice: let’s be thoughtful when selecting our leaders, especially presidential candidates. We should focus on who can genuinely improve our lives. It doesn't matter where candidates come from or what they look like; what matters is their ability to lead with discipline, inspire change, and make a meaningful impact.
We have the power to create change, and it begins with making informed choices at the ballot box.
Yesterday's gospel is one I'll never forget. Jesus was not man but divine. This level of thought is beyond what man can conceive or explain, yet he put it into a simple, timeless parable we can still relate to after millennia.
I saw the legal play unfold from the second batch of workers. When everything was finally explained, I almost got up to clap at the brilliance.
The priest's homily told us three things I will never forget.
1. Salvation is not a guaranteed salary; it is grace.
2. The happiest people are not the ones who have everything, but those who are happy that others have been blessed and are content with the blessings they have too.
3. The landowner found people who were ready to work and within his search area. We must put ourselves within the reach of grace and God's abundant blessings.
Personally, I remembered what our father, Prof. Osuide, always tells me. God gives us time and place; we do the rest with our free will.
God’s abundance has no timetable. We are not blessed for our efforts but it doesn't mean we should not continue to put ourselves within range of God’s grace and abundance.
The cattle on a thousand hilltops, all the abundance on earth are accessible. It doesn't matter who is currently blessed with it, you and I can be blessed with even more in our own time. The workers who were selected first do not know what misfortune they were spared from.
Another thing I learned from confession on Saturday is the blessing of work as a distraction from sin. Laborare est orare is a Latin phrase that means "to work is to pray" or "work is prayer."
@UchePOkoye How people fail to see the danger in this, is beyond me. And those talking about production, how do you produce and compete without electricity, and high cost of borrowing.
@PeterObi One welcomes scrutiny of he's records, then we have a person occupying the highest office in the land, who will move mountains to make sure he's records are not made public. I know my president.
NdiIgbo,
I’m from Anam. Geographically located in Kogi State. Anam and Nzam which still speaks Igala, are brothers. Further West still are our cousins the Ibaji/Igala. Speaks Igbo. Bears Igbo names. Known as Olumbanasa. (True trivia: Odobo, Enekpa, Igah, Iyano, towns in present day Ibaji LGA of Kogi, are quarters in Nzam).
All in Anambra West LGA, Anambra State. In Igbo land. All physically separated from Igboland by big rivers, Niger and Omambala (the bridge connecting us to Igboland was only built in the 80s. Even today we call them, “Ndi Igbo” to distinguish from “ndi mbammili”, water people).
The entire lower Niger was once under Igala rule until the Aboh rose to prominence- as corroborated by Landers Brothers (1830s) and Baikie (1854) expeditions?
And there is nothing unusual about the Igala connection. The Abriba (small London, ndi Okpogho, Kalu ukwu na Kalu nta), the wealthiest Igbo group who control the seas and trade routes extending to Northern Europe, is Igbo mixed with Ejagham.
Igala? Like Anam, like Nsukka, Osomala, Asaba, and Okpanam (Anam’s big brother), etc, etc. The Igbo are an ancient civilization. Neighbors influence it, it influences neighbors.
We live at the edge of Igboland. Like Ikwerre, Ika, Etche etc.
And the point? Anam remained Igbo during the Biafra war. In fact, Ndi Anam were amongst the most ferocious fighters during the Biafra war (been that way since time, ask Illah and Aboh, our brothers who inhabit the other side of the River Niger, whom we terrorized in the remote past, or the Fulani who attempted entry into Anam in the recent past).
And that is precisely the point. No denial of our Igboness. No betrayal of our Igbo brothers. No abandoned property. No name change to escape Nigeria’s punishment of the Igbo after the war (like some of Ika’s prominent people, etc - “If I speak, I am in big trouble.")
If Nnamdi from Ikwerre, Uche from Ika, Amechi from Etche etc say they’re not Igbo let them be. The Guilt from betraying your brothers is a terrible thing to deal with. And people will go to great lengths to cover it up - like saying they’re from Benin. It is difficult to accept Responsibility for breach of trust. To forgive yourself and grow.
Unity is never forced upon any peoples (observe Nigeria’s condition forcing people to unite). Be patient. The Northern Irish were turned against their brothers in the South by the British. I believe the Emerald Isles will eventually be reunited.
For now remember, NdiIgbo are NOT recruiting.
Stay focused. Form a coalition of the willing. And keep pushing for regional autonomy. Our road is to Catalonia in Spain
@AtedoPeterside@inecnigeria It's clear someone tried to interfere with the results, and we all should expect more interference during the general election, and be ready for it.
There is a sickness in the land that no hospital can cure.
A man stands in the open, sleeves rolled, voice unguarded, ready for the ordinary Nigerian to question him (Peter Obi) like a father answering his children at the evening fire. He offers the rarest currency in our politics: humility that does not demand applause. He makes himself small so the people may feel tall. And what do we do? We spit on the calabash of clean water and run after the one who kicks the bowl over, the one who walks with his chest swollen like a toad after rain, the one who believes the people are only useful when they are on their knees.
It is the same old madness. The same story our grandmothers told under the mango tree and we still refuse to hear.
A young woman is courted by two men. One speaks soft, works hard, shows respect, waits at the door like a man who knows a woman’s dignity is not for the taking. The other arrives with dust on his shoes and arrogance in his throat. He insults her in front of her friends, raises his hand when the mood turns, takes what he wants whether she says yes or no. And yet, night after night, she returns to the second man, lips swollen, eyes lowered, inventing excuses the way a thief invents alibis. “He is just stressed.” “He loves me in his own way.” “At least he is not boring.”
Tell me, is this love or is this the hunger of a soul that has grown addicted to the whip?
Our people have become that woman. We look at the humble man and call him weak. We look at the bully and call him strong. We cheer the one who tramples us because the sound of his boots feels like music we already know by heart. The proverb is old but it still cuts: *the dog that is used to being beaten will bark at the one who offers it meat.* We have barked so long at kindness that we no longer recognise the hand that does not strike.
Perhaps the average Nigerian is not merely a victim. Perhaps we are secret lovers of the chain. Perhaps oppression has become our preferred perfume and we spray it on ourselves every election season, smiling as the bottle runs dry. The hawk does not need to hunt when the chicks keep walking into its shadow and calling it shade.
So the question hangs in the air like smoke after a fire that refused to die: when a man finally opens the door and says, “Come, ask me anything,” why do we turn away and run toward the one who locks the door and laughs while we beg outside?
The answer, if we are honest, is uglier than any politician. It lives in us.
Bikonu @gaiuschibueze and @winexviv welunu nwayo. Iwe unu da juo. Asi na iwe nwanne adi eru na okpukpu.
Nke'a bu nke anyi. Two wrongs don't make a right. Onye ndi ilo gbalu okirikiri n'eche onwe ya nche.
We all were here when this started. I privately dm'd both of you. I couldn't be more proud of the achievements and strides already recorded. The sky is our starting point, when we work together.
Alex should have acknowledged his brother in his statement. But having failed to do that, Gaius should have approached him privately. Bringing it here was wrong. Continuing to ignore his legitimate grievance is wrong.
No one owns ISEE. We all are beneficiaries and contributors. It is for us and the prosperity of our children and for Alaigbo. But the idea came from somewhere and someone. Not everyone who begins something will necessarily finish it. Some people are planters, others are waterers and yet others are gatherers. They ALL matter. We complete and compliment each other.
Biko let's put this behind us and move ahead.
Asi noo nwanne ozu n'awu ozu aru.
K'anyi gbako aka dozie alaigbo.
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#MakaAbumOnyeIgbo
#IgboBuOfu