Sunday, October 13, 2013

WHEN THE MIDNIGHT OIL RUNS DRY


The thing about reflecting on the scriptures is that it can make you go gaga when you catch a revelation or rhema from a passage. I was reading my #LA130 daily portion of Matthew 25:1-13 when it struck me. The groom was delayed and the foolish virgins lost out because they had no extra oil at the midnight of their lives. It wasn’t that the foolish virgins weren’t good virgins; it wasn’t that they were impatient either; they were called foolish because they chose not to be prepared for the long haul, the winter or the dark night. They just didn’t have foresight in the event of any eventualities to their plans.

Now understand that people don’t usually use lamps in the day time. People usually use lamps when day has turned to night and the darkness surrounds them – that is when lamps or candles are usually flicked on. So it goes without saying that, if you’re waiting for an important guest, you should be prepared to receive this VIP at any time the VIP turns up bearing in mind that he may or may not turn up according to the appointed time planned. Well, the foolish virgins had a short time plan. What they didn’t envisage was a long time plan and because of this oversight, at midnight, their oil ran out just when they needed it most – chei!

What do you do when your oil runs out?

Understand that oil is meant to beautify and smooth skin or enrich the texture of food or grease the smoothness of an object into operating smoothly. Oil is meant to stop things from becoming rusty or make things run smoothly. Oil, when used on the face puts a glow on your facial skin. Oil takes away the dryness or brittleness of life so to say. That is why we have petroleum oil for our cars with its by-products like Vaseline oiling our lips. That is why we have coconut oil for our skins; we have kerosene oil for our stoves and all kinds of oil for all kinds of purposes. For the virgins, the oil was meant for the oiling of their lamps to give them light to brighten & dispel the darkness of their surroundings and perhaps to illuminate their faces and make them recognisable to the groom.

Now verse 5 of Matthew 25 tells me the groom was delayed. Remember the word – delayed. What do you do when your groom is delayed? Not that he jilted you, he was merely delayed; not that he didn’t want you, he was merely delayed; not that the wedding wasn’t going to hold nor that the marriage wouldn’t take place – he’s still gonna show up but he’s been merely delayed; he’s still gonna marry you but he was delayed – what are you gonna do about it eh?

Delay! Are you like me and don’t like that word at all. Never liked it then, don’t like it now. Some likely scenarios: your airport flight was delayed from 8:15am to 5:15pm, it happens. Your tailor delayed in finishing that dress you needed for a very important occasion, it happens. What about the long queues at the bank just when you need to rush in and out and then you’re told the bank computer crashed, please hold on. Or when the ever fiery preacher just keeps on yapping and refuses to round up the message in time and your godly etiquette wouldn’t permit you to just up and quit the service? Lest I forget natural blessings like when it’s raining cats and dogs or hailing an avalanche of snow at your doorsteps and right before your very eyes, the clock is ticking away and there’s nothing you can do about it as your plans just simply falls away because man or nature interfered – it is very frustrating.

What are you going to do when your groom has been delayed and your oil is running dry? Natural reactions are beginning to set in: anxiety, panic, fear, disappointments, depression – these creepy feelings are keeping you company and making you feel even much worse. I tell you, it can be scary and frustrating. But I’ve got good news for you – I’m here to tell you that your groom is still coming! Though he delays, wait for it since it will certainly come and not be late. (Habakkuk 2:2-3). Ok but he should have been here by my 10am or 12noon or 2pm, sorry he got delayed and hasn’t shown up – na wao – this groom aint coming no more. That is a lie from the devil. Your groom is coming!

Now I may be using the groom analogy but it goes beyond the marriage context. Your groom might be that long awaited child, that job or employment you searching for; that visa or admission letter that isn’t forthcoming; that contract that is way over due or that your competitor sort of snatched under your nose; that sickness that you’ve been battling since way-back-when; that promotion, ambition, dream, troubled marital home, family etc – whatever that delayed groom represents in your life, I am here to announce to you, your groom (your testimony, your breakthrough, the promise) will surely come at the appointed time. If it hasn’t come, then it isn’t the appointed time.

If you feel your bottle of oil is running dry, go buy another bottle of oil. Stock up and don’t let your (oil) run dry. It wasn’t the groom’s delay that locked the foolish virgins out of the banquet feast nor was it the beautiful lamps or the wise virgins, it was the oil – the lack of oil that they allowed to run dry that locked them out. Initially they had the oil, the purity, the grace & the joy, the love & the kindness, the presence of the Holy-Spirit but gradually, when the midnight of their lives approached, they grew weary of waiting and since time dragged on, they soon lost hope and they stopped caring. They allowed the vicissitudes of life, societal pressures etc to weigh them down.
And finally, their faith grew thin. They allowed the physical to dictate the spiritual and finally they lost. This message is for those who feel they have lost their oil – you can get it back. Stop dwelling on stuff you cannot control like the time the groom would show up, the time Nigeria would be great, the time the child, admission, award or job, appointment or money would come because it would eventually come when you least expect. Go get your extra oil. Start with your little corner – your home, your neighbourhood, your village, your city, your face book page, your twitter lane, your blog –those are the places or things you can control and leave the controller of time and output to do the rest. They all became drowsy and fell asleep. Yes, those moments will surely come but when you wake up and you will because you aint dead yet, then go take a shower, a bath, a soak even and freshen up with extra oil!

Hope you enjoyed this piece. Please don’t hurry off. I would love to read your comments so please drop them. As always the handle is: @signetseal

Thursday, October 10, 2013

FIRST BLESS & LOVE NIGERIA


The day I started blessing Nigeria, Nigeria started blessing me.

I love this country. For long my love for Nigeria had fluctuated between hot & cold but when I decided that I'm just gonna love this country, whether or whethant (excuse my Nigerian English) things began to look beautiful.
I've read the so called miracles of other nations' economies but their miracles didn't happen over-night. Hard work, discipline, vision & love for country did it for them. If success is happening for other countries, it is simply because they worked hard for it. We must pay the price for a better Nigeria. There's no short cut to a successful & developed Nigeria. Nation building is nothing but excruciating team work -we can’t have it no other way.

Nigeria became a battered country because fellow Nigerians beat her blue & black, not robots. Try loving her and you'll be amazed at how she can love in return. Be patient with Nigeria. Give her that TLC (tender loving care) treatment that you so love to be given & see whether she won’t reciprocate :) You gotta love the land for the land to love you back - it’s a reciprocal relationship -it’s exactly what you sow for Nigeria that you get in return. If you hate Nigeria, Nigeria is gonna frustrate you & hate you back in return. Nothing good is gonna happen until you change your attitude towards her.

Many foreigners, despite all our so called problems, are still trouping into Nigeria to make money - the same Nigeria you & I live & come from. If you cannot see anything good in this country, honestly, if you can leave just leave because what you cannot see, you cannot get.
You see, Nigeria the land has never been the problem. She's been nothing but a lady. It’s the people guys - the people make up Nigeria - it’s in the way we treat her - she is like a tired & beaten woman who has woken up to the realization that she can be better. Every day I see her get better because you & I woke up to bless and not use & abuse her. You have to begin to have dogged faith in calling those things which do not exist in Nigeria as though they did & it will surely come to be. Have a great new attitude towards Nigeria and may God bless you all. Cheers and have a great day guys. :)

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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Good Ole Mr & Mrs Critic



Some people have a knack for teaching or preaching. Some for writing, sports, cooking whilst some just love criticizing – the good ole Mr & Mrs Critic - I tell you, these negative critics just can’t seem to have enough. I’ve got nothing against constructive criticisms ok, but criticism for the fun of criticism – well that aint right you know. Take for instance, a girl walks into a bank wearing an above the ankle short skirt and almost trips on 5 inches high-heeled shoes, if you’re sitting beside Mrs Critic, she’s definitely going to make a sarcastic comment, preceded perhaps with a hiss, “why is she wearing such high heels to the bank?” and complete it with a disdainful 180 roll of her eyes.

What about in church. I was invited to an Anglican service and to my utter amazement, while a man was testifying about how God saved him from an accident or so, one of the girls sitting behind me said “see his eyes like frog eyes, how can he see well with it.” I couldn’t help myself, I whipped my head around so fast that I suffered a cricked neck for some days, and I eyed her and shushed her up too for good measure. She didn’t stop though. She stopped briefly only to continue with a roll-on commentary about every aspect of the church service – some mothers do have them!
In church again. One of the female choir members, who happened to be the lead vocalist for that particular choir ministration, was belting out a beautiful worship song and erm, apparently, the pitch sort of went out of wack, ok, it was kind of funny, (and I smiled inside of me) you know but definitely not the kind of goof that you mouth out in the congregation but Mrs Critic, who was sitting beside me would not let it go. To my chagrin, she turned to me and said with a conspiratorial wink, “No be by force say some people must join choir na. If she no get voice, sanitation department dey na.” Choi! Well, I also whispered to her, to give the lady a chance to perfect her God-given-vocals, to which Mrs Critic gave me a smooth unbroken 360 roll of the eyes that seemed to say “wetin this one dey talk na.”


Enter October 1st 2013, I’ve been reading through lots and lots of comments about Nigeria. I tell you, you gotta give it to Nigerians, we are one articulate people and we can win a war on twitville hands down! Some comments were downright hilarious & deserved the ‘LWKMD’ responses they got. Some were quite optimistic & hopeful - I really loved when my friend Jenny remarked that “I celebrate Nigeria, I recognise that we are very far from where we ought to be, but I choose to celebrate Nigeria today, at least we have not yet broken up into many different parts…” Still, Frank Edwards tweeted “Am a proud owner of a green passport.” Not bad from Nigerian hopefuls.

But some comments were downright nasty, I shuddered. Some people even threatened to un-friend anyone who as much as mention any good about Nigeria while others bluntly told him to go ahead and do so. Some were obviously angry and rightly so about the not so great conditions in Nigeria. Some rained down curses on her while others went ahead to bless her with beautiful words of blessings.
I love opinionated people anyway, nothing wrong with that. Why take the 5th amendment, when you can jolly well exercise your freedom of speech. As someone once put it, it is not the freedom of speech that is in question in Nigeria, it is the freedom after speech. Hmmm – I can hear the threat and fear and almost a word of caution there.
Let me conclude by saying that free speech is a good thing. Positive speech is even better but words spoken to correct, to build, to heal and to impact is damn better! I shall end this with one of the tweets I loved from @damilolaonline: “Be the change you want to see. EMBODY THE VALUES you desire to see in Nigerian leaders and citizens. Happy independence fellows – Nigeria is 53, Huha! :) 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Things I Love About Tarok People & Culture.



I am a tarok woman by birth. Both my parents are tarok. And though I was born and raised in Lagos for the first 17 years of my life, my parents tried very hard to inculcate tarok values in me in faraway Lagos. So I can proudly say that I speak tarok even though not as fluently as I would have loved to or like some of my tarok peers. I can also proudly say that I go by a tarok name which is a good thing because my features aren’t so tarok-ly pronounced and several people have mistaken me for a southern lady - that is until they hear my name.

As a tarok woman, my ethnicity places me squarely from Langtang and geo-politically from the Middle-belt or North-central region of Nigeria. That makes the Hausa language, alongside the English language, the lingua-franca of my state, Plateau state even though I speak laughable Hausa. Ok. Enough introductions.

When my parents relocated to Jos, I began to meet & know relatives I had hitherto not met. I began to understand some tarok ways & traits even better. I also came face to face with the twist & turns of the tarok traditions - some I loved while some scared me shitless.

I love the way the tarok woman is brought up on hygiene. The tarok woman is brought up to be clean, neat & tidy. It is expected of a tarok woman to be well domesticated – should know how to cook well, clean well, farm well & generally, take good care of the home – you know, in the typical African manner. My parents taught me all these – yes including farming – I hate farming! This physical exercise, I believe is too exerting for women or perhaps, if I may add, modern women.

I love that tarok women can cook very well ranging from delicacies I love like tuwo, amwam (amora), rice with zogele, soups like agbantar, ground-nut soup & izhin, karkashi, okra, etc. My mom taught me how to cook these too. I love that tarok women are taught to dress properly & decently covered. Mother taught me this too. I love that tarok women can compose and sing beautiful native songs. Mother taught me this too.

I like the way we are taught to respect our elders. I like the way we are taught to receive & welcome strangers. In truth, if you forget anything, you rarely forget the hospitality shown to you by a tarok family. I still believe that two of the strongest & striking qualities of the tarok people, are their generosity and hospitality to strangers & visitors.
The tarok people are a firm advocate of the saying: “first impression matters.” The tarok man would rather starve with his family than let a stranger go hungry. And I mean that literally. If you doubt that, just pay a visit to a tarok home.

I love the communal spirit of the tarok people especially the support they give during bereavement, or loss. The tarok man would rally around to provide comfort to a grieving family. The women would cook & visit; the men would give financial support & also visit. What about during weddings? If a tarok man/woman loves you, he/she would cross rivers just to be present at your wedding. I believe that when it comes to support, the tarok people have a strong support system.

For the sake of peace & neighbourliness, the tarok person can over-look numerous offences just to keep the peace until when comprehensively provoked. You have a tribe that can be quite enduring. Of course, you cannot talk about Christianity/religion & leave out the tarok people. Tarok Christians are passionate about their God & Sundays. Tarok traditional worshippers are passionate about their gods & Orims. I love this tarok passion.

O how I love the passion of the tarok man or woman. Their passion for anything gives them focus, makes them committed & give them the strength to achieve. I love the way the men are taught to aggressively defend their families & communities. Your typical tarok man, can die for his people – no kidding. They are fiercely loyal & protective & would courageously take up arms, if need be, to defend what they love. Perhaps, that is why many of them are found in military professions. These and many more are some of the things I love about my tarok people & nation.

But it seems, these days and naturally too, a new breed and generation of the tarok people are rising up and have risen, who do not understand certain aspects, ways & traditions of the tarok nation. These breed of new generation tarok youths are questioning certain age-long traditions that seem unappealing and discriminatory to tarok women and the fair notions of justice & equity in tarok land.

For instance, the issue of certain tarok traditional policies that relate to our customs and how it affects good governance amongst tarok people and in tarok land. We can all agree that “governance is a people to people movement. It is a vibrant interaction between people, between structures, processes that support the exercise of legitimate authority in provision of sound leadership, direction, oversight, and control of an entity in order to ensure that its intention and purpose is achieved, and that there is proper accounting for the conduct of its affairs, the use of its resources, and the results of its actions.”

While bad governance is not responsive to the changing needs of the people, good governance, according to Kofi Annan, former UN Secretary-General “is perhaps the single most important factor in eradicating poverty and promoting development.”
Research clearly shows that good governance has certain major qualities. It is participatory, consensus oriented, accountable, transparent, responsive, effective and efficient, equitable and inclusive, and follows the rule of law. In other words, good governance amongst the tarok people should be responsive to the present and future needs of the tarok people and nation and should exercise prudence in policy-setting and decision-making, in which the best interests of all stakeholders are taken into account. You would all agree with me that the tarok women are major stakeholders in tarok community. It is therefore acceptable wisdom that for the good development of both the land and people, women are treated fairly and equitably.

From the discussions I have held with several tarok women, my mom inclusive, two crucial issues stand out like open sores about the way & manner a tarok woman is contemptibly abused when it comes to asset possession in the land.
1) The issue of Not giving land to women in tarok land.
2) The issue of Not including women in a representative & equitable manner during inheritance distribution.

I have been told several times by my mom, uncles, brothers and relatives that it is anti-tarok to give women land or inheritance in tarok land. One would think that the rules dropped from heaven and fell slap-dash on the tarok nation. Why? Because women were regarded in those days, as inferior to men and it was even considered a waste of time sending them to school.

Now come let us reason together as reasonable people. In the past, ancient traditions/superstitions frowned upon twin-births but with education & enlightenment came understanding & thankfully, the killing of twins was abolished. In the past, people were buried alive alongside a dead king but with education & enlightenment, this practice was abolished. Again, the practice of slavery was abolished because rational & moral thinking people opposed it. People were stoned to death in the past for committing adultery, but from a Christian perspective, Jesus changed all that with His message of love and forgiveness.

There are so many barbaric & detestable practices that we have condemned and dropped because with education & enlightenment and perhaps civilisation, it has become anomalous to our society.

Today, we have very many educated & enlightened tarok men & women. Isn’t then, time to change these discriminatory customs of land & property against our women?

Why? You may ask. It is simple logic. Today’s tarok women, many of whom are educated are also contributing significantly to the overall development of the family, the community & the nation. We have women ranging from Ambassador (Prof) Mary Lar, Professor Lami Lombin, Dr Patricia Lar, Dr Mafwil, to Hon. Beni Lar making impact in their respective endeavours. We have female tarok doctors, surgeons, lawyers, engineers, writers, lecturers, architects, business women, bankers, politicians, military personnel, etc in diverse professions of life contributing their own quota to development anywhere & everywhere in this nation and the world.

Believe it or not, this issue of land & inheritance is affecting & grieving our women & has short-changed many a tarok woman. On the other hand, our women investors are going outside tarok land to acquire land & properties in order to protect themselves. I have friends who are building in Lagos, Abuja, Jos, etc because as one of them puts it, “at least, the land is in my name.” Another tarok woman by marriage said hissing, “if I build in my husband’s village, tomorrow now, in the event of the slightest quarrel or death, my husband's people or brothers will come and claim that I should give them back their land.” Still another tarok woman was deprived of a property she bought in her father’s name because of her female gender. A close friend once told me of how her uncle took ownership of her father’s house because her mom bore only female children and because tarok indigenous laws do not make provision for land ownership privileges for our female folks. This is simply appalling!

Some have been driven out of homes they built or invested in merely for the simple fact that they were barren, single or had only female children. Women should not be discriminated against merely because they are barren, single or bear only female children. Being a woman is not a crime. And this practice is not in the interest of equity & good governance. We cannot talk about good governance in tarok land without addressing certain grievous issues concerning how we treat our women. We cannot talk about good governance without addressing vexing issues about tarok customs that discriminate our women. Isn’t it about time we do away with customs that excludes women from owning lands and sharing inheritance in the land?

What am I saying? I am saying that today, tarok women are effectively holding decision making roles in the society and performing at these roles commendably. This means our women are not inferior to the men. This write-up is not putting forward a case of equality nor dragging equality status with our men. No, even though that is debatable. I will be the first to accept that the man is the Cock-Rooster and therefore free to do his cock-a-doodle-doo which makes him the head of the family – based on my religious beliefs and still subject to meeting certain conditions.

However, I cannot accept that tarok women cannot be equitably represented in the distribution of land & inheritance in tarok kingdom & amongst tarok families. It is highly repugnant to absent women from land ownership/inheritance. It is anti-tarok to be discriminatory.

I am therefore appealing to our sage, educated, enlightened & compassionate tarok people, influencers, elders etc to reconsider & change the laws of the land that do not favour the tarok woman.

I hope this article would re-open robust & engaging discussions about the issues affecting not only the tarok woman but also, other perennially pressing issues about governance and leadership principles in tarok community. I shall conclude with this tarok proverb: “Aya pu una atak abu ucar te iwab iram kat do.” Meaning, only if you give a woman a farm land, would she then be able to farm.
My name is Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi and I am proud to be a tarok woman.
@signetseal

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Is Nigeria An Enduring Enigma?



The Follet philosophy states that “any enduring society, any continuously productive industrial organization, must be grounded upon a recognition of the motivating desires of the individual of the group.” Enter the enigma called Nigeria.
An enigma is defined as a person, thing or situation that is mysterious and difficult to understand, something that mystifies or puzzles. So walk with me here my fellow Nigerians. Let us find out if Nigeria is indeed something of an enigma.

We all know that Nigeria gained her independence on October 1st 1960. We also know that this country called Nigeria (thanks or no thanks to Lord Lugard) was amalgamated in 1914. So whether you look at Nigeria from the year 1960 or the year 1914, it goes that Nigeria will be [going by the hype by the government & the media alike] celebrating 100 years come 2014. Ok. Now that we’ve established the age of Nigeria which is either going on 53 or 99 years old this year & 54 or 100 years next year, we all agree that judging by any standard, we have an adult in our hands. We have an adult country still standing as one federal entity.

It is purely common sense to expect that an under aged child will still be dependent on her parents for certain necessities of life. The parents are of course, obligated to provide, pending on their income, a certain manner of life that the child grows up to be accustomed to. But on the other hand, when the child having grown to adulthood, asserts her independence, she is no more fully dependant on her parents for every aspect of her growth. The parents have done their fundamental duty of training the child to become independent, eventually. Perhaps, over the course of growing up, a wise child would continually come back to the parents for guidance & good counsel. But the whole purpose of growing up would be to eventually become useful to self, family, the community at large and to develop upon the already existing structure or to create an even better structure in the process for those after you.

Nigeria at 53 or 99 is an adult nation. We may say that the era of the civil war, the military regimes and coup de tats, were all the usual floundering motions of Nigeria becoming an independent and strong nation. We may say that the social & economic issues we faced when we were a country of 24 years & above through WAI (War Against Indiscipline), SAP (Structural Adjustment Programme), MAMSER (Mass Mobilization for Self Reliance, Social Justice & Economic Recovery), the vision 2010 agenda etc, were all failed programmes because then we lacked the right structure, resources of knowledge, & man-power to deliver, perhaps.

We have had so many failed developmental visions, policies & programmes for poverty reduction in this nation. We have articulated so many great political manifestoes that have failed in this country & are still failing. We are great at formulating policies but terrible at policy implementation because of the lack of political will for the enforcement of such policies. We have deeply embedded issues of corruption in leadership & governance in every layer of government and non-government activities. We may even tell ourselves that what we failed to correct in our economic policies, governance, politics & leadership back in 1960, through to 1980, we will correct in 1990 and what we failed to learn in 1990 we hope to have learned in the year 2000, and up until 2013 we are still giving ourselves excuses for our dismal failure in developing this country called Nigeria.

Nigeria has been overtaken in development by other African countries like Ghana, Senegal, Zambia etc. and other developing nations like Indonesia, Malaysia, and Venezuela have left us behind. It’s like we have tried so many great ideas and we just keep on failing – something is very wrong. Something is very wrong with a citizenry that would not hold their leaders accountable. When there is no good governance & there is no access to quality education, when the money being given is not commensurate with the development being done, when there is so much money and so little impact to show for it, then the people have a right to ask those they have elected – why? The people have a right to know how much was given and what exactly it was used for. The legitimacy of the government is based on the consent given by the people to govern them. The Government was elected into government because the people put them there. Therefore, it is the responsibilities of the citizenry of Nigeria to monitor the activities of their political leaders in order to ensure that their performance is proportionate to their mandate to govern.

Now let us go back to our introductory Follet philosophy which states that “any enduring society (oya, cut out the part that says, “any organization…blablabla and continue with the part that says “must be grounded upon a recognition…”) You will end up with my refined version of Follet’s philosophy to fit the congruent nature of the conundrum called Nigeria. This would make it:
“any enduring society like Nigeria must be grounded upon a recognition of the motivating desires of the individual of the group.”
I have chosen to refer to Nigeria as an enduring society because Nigeria is a society that is enduring hardship for all the wrong reasons. We are by no means even a “continuously productive industrial” nation. Rather we have become a “continuously consuming under-developing” nation. So even though we are above 50, still, we are underdeveloped in almost every sector of our nation’s economy. Now when I refer to a society like Nigeria as enduring, I am saying that Nigerians have the ability to continue to suffer & tolerate all the painful & difficult hardships that they have been compelled to undergo by the same leaders they entrusted with their votes because Nigerians accept every bullshit that is thrown at them without complaining or demanding accountability from the people they elected. Gbam!
For example:
1) Nigerians have the ability to continue to elect the wrong leaders for the wrong reasons of ethnicity, tribe & religion
2) Nigerians have the ability to tolerate the daily killings of Nigerian citizens in different parts of Nigeria & the world without demanding for drastic action to put a stop to it.
3) Nigerians have the ability to allow their National assembly members to keep collecting outrageous salaries that run into trillions of Naira for doing work that rarely impacts the people at the grass root level and at the expense of the Nigerian populace.
4) Nigerians have the ability to endure the imposition of unfair taxes ranging from increment in bank transactional rates to transportation to visa fees to telecommunication services and on every area of our lives without doing anything about it as a people.
5) Nigerians have the enduring ability to continually give bribes over services that is their rights as citizens to get.
6) Nigerians have the enduring ability not to question or require accountability for how much money is received & spent by their governors, Local government chairmen/care-takers, presidents or leaders.
7) Nigerians have the enduring ability not to question why our once valued unity schools or tertiary institutions are plagued with inferior teaching infrastructure & poor quality teaching standards or the poor remuneration of our teaching staff which has led to non-stop Asuu strikes.
8) Nigerians have the enduring ability not to question why basic health amenities cannot be provided for pregnant women or children or students or its citizenry. (I read somewhere in the papers that in a medical facility in Kwali, pregnant women are required to produce certain gallons or basins of water before they can give birth – isn’t that outrageous enough for us!) I can go on and on.

Let me make this very clear. For as long as we find it tolerable & satisfactory for electricity not to be constant, water not to be available, Asuu to always be on strike, Legislators to be growing fat on outrageous salaries etc then we are saying to our leaders that they are doing well. That complacent attitude of ours that make us not to protest or clamour for constructive change in such a way that we are taken very seriously by our leaders, make of us a complacent nation!
Our so called enduring ability is making us keep quiet when our leaders slap us on the face; it is making us keep quiet when we see or give a bribe; it is making us keep quiet when our pastors or so called men of God are doing something wrong; it is making us keep quiet when those ‘oga-at-the-tops’ are asking us to cover a wrongful deed in the name of misplaced loyalty.
We choose to be quiet, why? Because if you talk in church, the church will call you rebellious in the name of “touch-not-my-anointed-and-do-my-prophet-no-harm.’ Why? Because if you speak out in your secular job or career or profession or government against something wrong, you will be in big trouble with your ‘oga-at-the-top’ or the government may just pin something on you. So in and out of season, in church and outside church, at work and outside work, Nigerians are oppressed and suppressed into keeping quiet because the penalty for speaking out, protesting or participating in rallies may be too steep sometimes.
We have become a people so used to suffering that even when someone is just doing the job he was paid to do, we feel compelled to tip him.

I understand. I too I am Nigerian. But my fellow Nigerians, we cannot continue to stay silent. My fellow Nigerians, while we stay silent, the world is passing us by; while we stay silent, the giant of Africa is diminishing; while we stay silent, the world is wondering what has happened to the great men & women of Nigeria who seem to do so well both inside & outside this country.

When you’re as involved in social media as I sometimes tend to be, you get to hear the ceaseless voices of youths clamouring for change via the 140 maximum tweet medium. Only recently, I read a tweet from a concerned Nigerian who said “I sincerely think we got independence too early” But I guess that is water under the bridge now. The question is, what have we done with the independence we have? Is Nigeria better now than it was in 1960 & 1980 & 1990?

Recently the blogger Omojuwa said “Nigeria needs a competent, impatient president, who is allergic to bullshit and is extremely mad at the system.” I concur. Like Ike Amadi would say, please, ‘do something!’ Let’s not leave Oby Ezekwesili standing alone asking for a debate that is so necessary. Let’s not leave the likes of Fela Durotaye & Leke Alder standing alone in fighting to encourage & better the lot of Nigerians. Let’s not leave Omojuwa, Ken Henshaw, Canary, Elnathan etc, and all the twitter activists alone clamoring for change. Or Pa Ikhide who never stops using his brilliant sense of sarcasm to draw the attention of Nigerians to the troubling issues in our land.

Like you & I, we have many people in this country seeking for a new Nigeria, a new direction & a better way to demand good governance. It is time to rise up & be counted for good in this country. The time for keeping silent is over. Now is the time for the good people of Nigeria to ‘do something’ right. Let us join hands and demystify this enigma called Nigeria.

Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi
@signetseal

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Letter From Persia - Thou Peacock Among Queens


Hello.

My name is Vashti. Some of you may still remember me. Some of you might have heard of me. Some, of course, have never heard my name. That’s ok. Do I blame you? No. You see, it was entirely my fault…

A very long time ago, you may find this hard to believe, but I used to be the queen of Persia. My last name was Ahaseurus. I was called queen Vashti and I was wife to the greatest King of my time. My husband was the great King Ahaseurus, King of all Persia & Medes.
I was renowned for my beauty and celebrated for my position as the queen of Persia. If you doubt me, then by all means, look me up in the book of Esther chapter 1 verse 11. The royal poets described the pulchritude of my person as thus:

Queen Vashti, of the alabaster skin… her pearly eyes overwhelms the hearts of mortal men
Our queen Vashti of wit and poise, ten thousand songs can’t sing your tale

Another poet described me as:

O behold the Queen Vashti
O behold the one endowed with the beauty of a goddess

But my favourite was:

“thou art the irreplaceable Queen Vashti; a peacock among queens. The stars bowed to your star for your destiny outshone the fairest of them all.”
Whoa! How I loved that poem. I loved that poem so much that I named the fountain in my garden: ‘the Peacock of Fountains.’

The Poets of my time, all tried to out-do themselves with complimentary and many times, obsequious descriptions of me. Every day I got scrolls of poetry written just for me by the best of poets all trying to win my attention and O how I loved the jostle by ardent admirers striving to get their poetry to be read to me. It was all fun and an enjoyable part of being the queen of Persia.

I was also highly intelligent, and as queen, it goes without saying that I controlled all the women affairs of my day. I remember how I used to hold court, sometimes in the west wing of my quarters, and many times in the majestic splendour of my garden famed for its rich variety of exotic flowers brought to me from all parts of the world. I can still see the fountain of peacock I commanded to be constructed for me right at the centre of my garden. It was constructed by the best skilled workmen of my days and no expense was spared in its construction. It was the poetic phrase ‘a peacock among queens’ that got me to build a fountain that was beautiful enough to pander to my ego and pride. The fountain was surrounded by statues of peacocks overlaid with pure gold and the peacock tail was overlaid with nothing but the best of precious stones. At night, the falling water from the fountain made the peacocks glitter like stars and in the day, the sun set-off the dazzling colors of the gem stones. Instead of stones, I had algum wood for my walk-ways and had bronze pillars made. Golden exotic flowers were placed on top of these pillars and statues of supple but athletic young men and nude young women were casted beside the pillars bowing down to a monument of myself in the middle of the Peacock fountain.

Because my husband the King had fleet of ships that went to places like Ophir to bring back rich cargoes of gold and precious stones, I was always decked in gold and gems of the best quality. You needed to have seen me – from my head, to my neck, I had gold & diamond beads stringed around my head and clasped about my neck. I wore the finest gem stones like rubies and I never used silver as my jewellery because it was so much in abundance in my Kingdom, it was considered as nothing in my days. I had music played to me from all kinds of musical instrument while I laid supinely on my ivory-casted chaise lounge. Musical sounds from the lyre, the harp, the ocarina and all kinds of musical instruments ushered my presence in and out of my gardens. My jewel adorned feet walked only on petals thrown by slave girls before my path as I walked. Exotic nude dancers covered only by scanty leaves, were brought to dance before me daily.

And I knew how to make an entrance too for when I did, all eyes stopped on me and all activities paled into insignificance; people always tried to drink in my beauty for I rarely stepped out for ordinary public functions only the most special of functions got me to unveil my beauty.
Was it conceit or was it arrogance? Call it what you please, I had it all. My king would do anything I asked and he gave in to my whims and impulses all the time for I was his beloveth queen and he refused me nothing!

Until I committed the unpardonable sin…

I had waited six months for King Ahaseurus to send for me during the one hundred and eighty day feast he had organized for all the kingdom of Persia. He didn’t. I waited all through the last day of the second feast and still he didn’t. Not until the very late hours of the last day of the feast did he send his distasteful eunuchs to come get me. I was so furious and piqued that I – the great, the beautiful, the legendary queen Vashti - was going to be showed off to his drunken officials like an expensive acquisition of the King. But I was even more upset that after all my wait for one hundred and eighty days, he only chose to summon me before the local citizens of Sushan on the 7th day of the 2nd feast. He dared to send for me on a day I also was entertaining the women of Shushan so of course when the summons came, rather late, I was making merry with the women and had had too much to drink. In my tipsy state of mind, when the summons of my King came, I arrogantly refused to obey and I said no! I dared him and said no!

Now you have to understand who King Ahaseurus was to understand the gravity of my offence. He was commander in chief, ruler, and King over one hundred and twenty seven provinces from India to Ethiopia that made up the whole Persia and Media Empire. He was the most powerful King in the world at the time above all and sundry and no one had ever defied him and lived to tell the story. So when he decided to hold a one hundred and eighty day feast to display his majestic grandeur, wealth and might, it was no ordinary year. It was six lavish months of socio-cultural festivities and display of the Persian might and the best that King Ahaseurus had to offer in every area of human endeavour – only the best of the best in activities such as sporting, artistry, dancing, poetry, culinary, beauty, you name it activities were offered. The who-in-who of all Persia and Media were there to behold a display never before seen in their life-time! It therefore went without saying that on a day of his choosing, King Ahaseurus would want to display his regal queen who was famed both far and wide for her legendary beauty and majestic fascination.

And I said No!

I dared to say no to my husband; I dared to say no to my Lord; I dared to say no to my King; I dared to say no to the King of Persia and Media; I dared to say no to the commander in chief of the whole 187 provinces from India to Ethiopia and with all my perceived intelligence, I chose the wrong time to say no – before all the great people who held the King in great esteem and whose opinions mattered to the king!

By saying no, I disrespected my husband and King before the whole world. By saying no, I humiliated the great King Ahaseurus, the conqueror and vanquisher of the great kingdoms and nations that made up the Empire of Persia and Media and before the very people he reigned over. What was I thinking! Was it the wine that said no? Was it my bruised pride that said no? Was it my arrogance or conceit that said no? Was it my exulted position that said no? Or was it the heady flowery compliments, and the grand picture of myself as a goddess standing in the peacock fountain that made me say no? I think it was all of the above.

I forgot my place – just for an imaginary moment. Maybe that moment was the gradual amalgamation of many conceited moments peaked into one decisive moment. Whatever it was, I lost my head and with one grave mistake, one word, one moment, one day, I fell from grace to grass.

After what I did, I heard the King was livid. I heard rumours and whispers from my serving ladies and even the king’s eunuchs that my matter was considered a serious violation of royal etiquette and was being deliberated upon by the royal council of the King’s advisers. I didn’t take it seriously. I laughed it off and told my maidens that the King had more important and pressing matters of the Kingdom than wasting time over a mere domestic matter between the King and Queen. And that he would cool down after a while. After all, what was a little tiff between the King and Queen – so I thought. I didn’t give it a second thought. I was the beautiful Queen Vashti after all. Where would the King find another beautiful Vashti like me! O was I proud. I even strolled to my Peacock of Fountain and made one of my ladies read to me one of my most favoured poems describing the uniqueness and rareness of who I was while I fanned myself with one of my petti-fans:

“thou art the irreplaceable Queen Vashti; a peacock among queens. The stars bowed to your star for your destiny outshone the fairest of them all.”

On that fateful day, the King’s eunuchs marched purposefully into my gardens with an unreadable expression while one of them held up a scroll and began reading the King’s edict out to me – was it Bigtha or Biztha, I can’t remember – as he read the edict, my heart stopped for a moment and I knew that my reign as queen Vashti was over! Just like that! They gave me the copy of the edict when they finished reading and turned and walked away. I read it again and again and again and it had the royal assent of my husband the King on it.

I dared to take my King and husband for granted. I allowed pride and vanity to gain the upper hand over me. I got carried away by the ceaseless flattery of adoration. I got carried away with my external beauty and forgot that beauty begins from the inside. I forgot my place as the queen was beside my husband. I was stripped of my royal status and banished to another part of the palace never again to stand before the great King Ahaseurus. I became ex-queen Vashti. Oooo to have been a queen of an empire as great as the Persian empire and then to become an ex-queen overnight was the most horrible and most painful humiliation ever to happen to any queen. It wasn’t that my King had died. It wasn’t that my King was slain or even deposed. There was no palace coup then I could have blamed it on a coup. I brought this upon myself. Better if I had never been queen; better if I had even been demoted to a royal concubine then I could have still seen my King and maybe work my way back but I was stripped, banished, exiled and relegated to a hidden obscured part of the palace, never to stand in the presence of my King ever again! All because I was proud and vain and foolish and my senses took leave of me for an instant!

Sob sob sob.

At the end, the King never found another Queen Vashti, no. He didn’t want another Vashti. Instead the King found a newer and better Queen Esther. People say, she was the fairest of them all. The King even named a holiday after her called ‘the Feast of Esther.’ King Ahaseurus found a better and finer replacement for the Peacock of the Fountain – he found – Hadassah the slave girl, orphan turned queen. And the Peacock, yes, I, the Peacock of the Fountain was never seen again!

Now mothers use my name to tell stories to their daughters about the consequences of a disrespectful wife. Vashti is now synonymous with everything bad-mannered. They sing with my name saying:

Beautiful Vashti
Vashti was a queen
Vashti was the Peacock queen
But Vashti had no sense
And Vashti tumbled down
Came Esther with a smile
And God was on her side
Esther was the beauty queen
Esther had a lot of sense
Queen Esther won his heart

Alas the irreplaceable Queen Vashti was replaced by a slave girl and diminished by the legend of Queen Esther – I hear she played a key role in the deliverance of her people called the Jews of Perisa!

Signed
Regrettably from
Ex-queen Vashti Ahaseurus

NB
If you ever read this letter, may you learn from my mistake that pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Learn and don’t make the mistakes I once made.

@signetseal.
Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi

Monday, May 27, 2013

Never Back Down From An Elijah-istic Challenge With The Devil – Never!

Never Back Down From An Elijah-istic Challenge With The Devil – Never!

There is no time I have read 1Kings chapter 18:20-46 (Elijah versus the prophets of Baal) that my spirit has not been ignited with the fear, fire and awesome might of the almighty God. The same goes for 1 Samuel chapter 17:26-58 (David & Goliath) and Daniel chapter 3:8-30 (Shadrach Meshach & Abednego versus King Nebuchadnezzar) and Daniel 6:1-28 (Daniel in the Lion’s Den)
A very long time ago, a man called Elijah threw a simple challenge, a test, or call it an examination if you like, but the venue was on Mount Carmel. He said:

“…call on the name of your gods, and I will call on the name of the LORD; and the God who answers by fire, He is God.” 1Kings 18:24

Everyone agreed and at the end of that challenge, the real God manifested in honour of His name and prophet and the false gods were disgraced and so were his so called prophets. Answer: The God who brought down fire won! But what makes the challenge exciting, was the telling of it and all the ensuing drama that led to the challenge and the historic victory on Mount Carmel. The battle was between one man who had just one God against 450 prophets of Baal and 400 prophets of Asherah who had the whole earthly might of the King and queen of Israel and yet the one man and His one God toppled the multitudes of gods and his multitudes of prophets. Doesn’t that tell you something? That the God of Elijah is not a God of the crowd nor is He swayed by popular opinions. Romans chapter 8 verse 31 states clearly:
“…if God is for us, who can be against us?”

As far as God who is called Yahweh is behind your actions, supporting and encouraging you, then you’ve got nothing to fear. But before God would put His lot with you and stake His integrity and power on you, it is you who have to show Him that you are totally surrendered to His will and His ways and that come what may, you are committed to being in this relationship with God for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part only to reunite in heaven. God who is not a respecter of persons do not bow to the fickle-minded wishes of men of clay who have no regard for His Holiness. He has absolute authority over all His created things and therefore He cannot share His glory with a mortal man. Impossible! Hell will freeze over before God does that. Therefore when He desires to deal with man, He seeks out one who is faithful and available; He seeks out one who will not be swayed by materialistic tendencies; He seeks out one who will not be carried away with the mundane affairs of man, king or country. He expects absolute worship and total obeisance. That was the character and attitude of Elijah the Tishbite.

All the adventures from Moses in the wilderness, to David, Elijah and Daniel, clearly tell me one thing: as long as we are on this earth, there will always be battles between the forces of good and evil. The fight is always between good and evil, between light and darkness and there are no gray areas. That fight may come to you in different forms these days. It may come to you when you challenge a status quo that is corrupt; it may come to you when you try to bring down an evil cabal; it may come to you when you choose not to participate in an act of injustice; it may come to you when you question those in authority and ask for accountability and transparency; it may come to you when you choose to disagree with a decision based on your faith, values or principle; it may come to you at the worst of times and the best of times, but when it comes, it comes. And the
onus lies on you to prove your mettle.

There is a deciding factor that makes God & the whole of heaven to stand at attention when something is going down on earth. It is what we have always known as the X-factor ingredient in a star. It is your heart, your statement and your commensurate actions which equates to your attitude towards the things of God! Until faith is released on earth, God cannot be pleased and therefore heaven will not be moved.
“Nebuchadnezzar, we don’t need to give you an answer to this question. If the God we serve exists, then He can rescue us from the furnace of blazing fire, and He can rescue us from the power of you, the king. But even If He does not rescue us, we want you as king to know that we will not serve your gods or worship the gold statue you set up.” Daniel 3:16-18
The above declaration can only come from men who have died to self and are completely yielded to the will of God. That is the kind of commitment that God requires from His children. An ‘If I perish, I perish’ attitude, when push comes to shove and complete dependency on His ability to deliver us from our battles. He doesn’t beg for your service rather He demands wholesome worship and devotion. Anything less than 100% in commitment, is below His standard. With Him, there is no democracy or egalitarian society; because He Himself said, the poor will always be with us – that is a fact of life. He is the only exception to whom absolute power do not corrupt absolutely because in Him, there is no sin or corruption.

Yesterday, I read somewhere online where a statement was ascribed to the governor of my state: Governor Jonah Jang and I actually burst out laughing. He said and I quote: “God is a democrat, does not support rigging but if you rig and succeed, that means God approves of it.” That is one of the most untrue and absurd statement ever to come out of the mouth of a Christian about God. The God of the Christian faith is not a democrat. In fact, based on the historical precedents of the bible, He is an autocrat (for lack of a better word) and He does as He pleases. The world may not like that about the God I serve but their opinion is not important to Him. The clay can never question the work of the Potter. My God is an absolute King whose authority is unquestionable. If it is the same bible Gov Jonah Jang & I are reading, then surely, one of us is definitely wrong!

We have a currency that works for us – it is called faith. God expects us to so believe in Him and His awesome might that we can wager or risk putting all our eggs in one basket simply because He holds the basket. Finito! You have to so trust God that even if He doesn’t come through for you, you will just keep on trusting with a dogged resilient that is unwavering! Hebrews 11:6 says: “But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.”

What then are the X-factor characteristics of a God pleaser, God mover and a God-
winner?
You must be born again! (John 3:3) Simple but true. Acknowledge and accept Jesus as your Lord and Saviour for God will not even acknowledge you as His child if you don’t acknowledge Him as your God and maker which translates to Him being your father too. And you would have to abide by his heavenly commandments.
By faith is everything done in Christendom. What that means is that, though we can’t physically see this God or touch Him, we know that He is the all powerful, all knowing and ever present God. That is a powerful conviction to have about the God you serve. What that means is that, if you first believe that this God Yahweh is the Omnipotent, Omniscience and Omnipresent, your matter is as good as solved. If you first believe that indeed there is no other god greater than He is on this earth or heaven above or underneath the earth, then no devil or agent of the devil or children of the devil, no one ever, can bring a challenge against your God and win. Only those who know their God and their rights as children of God can even dare to use those inalienable rights in the first place.

For as long as you don’t know your rights, you can never take any step towards asking for it or claiming it in the first place. And there will be people who have a lot to gain by this grave ignorance of yours. For example, your privileged benefits like rights to good health, rights to divine protection, rights to prosperity, rights to long life, rights to being the head and never the tail, rights to dominion over all the works of darkness, rights to living like the son or daughter of the King – all these royal but divine privileges will all be taken away from you because you don’t even know that they exist in your name. But supposing you were to wake up from your ignorant slumber and realize that, ‘wow, I have been slacking and suffering for nothing, enough is enough - I am getting back what belongs to me; I am taking back all that the devil has stolen from me; I am stepping into my rightful inheritance as a child of the King’ – I tell you, people will notice. People will notice because suddenly, your voice will change and take up a note of diffident but assured authority; your walk will have a swagger that is not boastful but assuredly confident; your smile will be brilliant like that of the ‘maclean-confident’ advert; your poise & demeanour will be better than the President of the U.S and most certainly, superior to the King of Wales. Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you, there is something about having resolute trust and dogged faith in God, that makes Him by pass others, simply to make a great and outstanding example of your faith and consequent actions. What this means is that, you cannot have faith by mere pronouncements – it must be backed up with actions, an attitude and a heart that is ready to die for what it believes.

I am happy and thankful to God that I come from a country that supposedly have their fair share of churches, non-stop Christian activities and programmes (ranging from fire-falling preachers & their programs to meek-preaching pastors and their church activities) everywhere you go in Nigeria, you are bound to meet both comfortable and persecuted Christians. And I can assure you, as we say in Nigeria, we no dey carry last when it comes to religious talk and activities. We are definitely ranked amongst the top three religious people in the world! Whoa! Aint that something! Yet we are mostly engrossed in being Christians who merely talk the talk, talk the walk but not walk the talks. You will find the best brains of Christians workers in the best paid organisations but when we have problems to do with our country Nigeria, we choose to hide behind fasting and prayers only.

Elijah lived a life of prayer. What that means is that, prayer to Elijah was not defined by being on His knees alone. No. While he walked, he talked with God. God spoke to Him everywhere He went. God was with Him in and out of office, in and out of church buildings, in the cave, on the road, in the air, everywhere he went, His God went with Him. Every talk he spoke, His God backed Him up. Every action he took, His God supported Him a 100%.

Why? His faith in God was resolute. He was the oracle of God on earth. His actions supported both his thought, and his spoken words. He did not have a form of godliness denied of its power. No, no no. He had godliness and the commensurate power that godliness attracts. And that is why he never could back down from a challenge with the devil. In fact to put it in a better way, he took the fight to the camp of the devil - he went looking for the devil to throw him a challenge. And we know the outcome of that historic battle. That is what I call absolute Faith! I believe that God is still looking down on earth, still searching for a man or woman – a little Samuel or David - who will give Him a challenge worth His time & glory.

The question now is: Are you the one? Will He still find faith like Elijah’s on the earth? Are you up for the challenge? Are you up for the most exhilarating adventure of your life with God?
Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi
@signetseal.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

WILL YOU DIE FOR NIGERIA? I NO GO DIE FOR NAIJA!

A CHAT WITH NIGERIANS: WILL YOU DIE FOR NIGERIA?
By Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi; @signetseal

Since time immemorial, people have been known to die for all kinds of causes – some religious, political, personal, emotional, social, economical etc. As far as I know, only Jesus died for the world and by the world, I mean for all the human beings in the world and not for the terrain. Martin Luther King died for his belief in his cause to stop racial discrimination against black Americans; Nelson Mandela spent 27 years in prison as the cost for South African freedom from white oppressive rule; some starve themselves to death and others like the more extreme suicide bombers - who do not like to die alone - blow themselves to shred (the most unpalatable form of death) because they too feel they have a cause worth dying for. Some go willingly to their deaths, others go unwillingly, and nevertheless, they sacrifice something of significant worth to them and their society.
Recently, I was involved in a very heated argument about whether we Nigerians could die for Nigeria or not, and at the end of the day, many concluded that there was nothing in Nigeria actually worth dying for. Everyone had an opinion about what they could die for and why. I told everyone to offer examples of what they could die for and why. Some of the reasons included:
I love my kids therefore I can die for them
I love my mom very much, I can die for her
My father spent his life building our farm, if anyone tries to take it away from me, I swear, I go kill am!
I am a die-hard catholic by birth, if anyone touches my religion, I am ready to fight o.
My husband no dey play with me, if anyone go near am, na trouble be that
My wife, my brother
My job, my business, my livelihood
My chilled larger beer ( a joker chipped in and we all laughed)
My Blackberry o (said a pretty girl beside me busy chatting away on her bb)
And before you know it, the list grew longer as everyone began to feel comfortable and to chip in different likes and loves of things or persons they could die for.
At the end, I concluded that, while we all had our different priorities, even for the most mundane of things, people were ready to die for it simply because they loved it. Love was the re-occurring decimal when they chose what they could die for. That brought us back to the topic that started the whole discussion – Nigeria. So I asked them, “oya back to Nigeria, will you die for Naija?” There was a resounding “No!” Some shook their heads vigorously, others added “for wetin na?” Another “wetin Naija do for me wey I go die for am?” Still one Yoruba woman said “Emi ke?” hissed and with her palms raised up in the air as if to stop me, said “abeggi!” Well, I wasn’t surprised by their responses but all the same, I asked “if you can die for your Mom or your kids or even your Blackberry phone that is temporary or for something as transient as your glass of cold lager beer after a hard day’s work (pointing to the guy who had said so), why can’t you die for something as important as your country Nigeria?” Everybody began to talk all at once “I love my children” “I love my mom, if not for her I won’t be here today” “I love my BB” (said the pretty young girl) and then she added with a shake of her head, “hmm, I no fit go without my bb for even an hour.” The forty-ish looking farmer said, “our farm feeds the whole family and even more, why won’t I love it?” and then continued, “even if it doesn’t do anything, it has been in the family for years, it is our pride and we love it – nothing can make us sell it!” Someone chipped in “Iya! Die for Naija ke?” more hisses everywhere. Before long, an elderly gentleman made the ubiquitous comparison between the systems in America versus Nigeria. I reminded the elderly gentleman that America was once upon a time an ungovernable colony, unruly and disorganized but with time they had gotten better. He reminded me that we were no longer in the past and that once upon a time the whole world was also unruly and ungovernable but that with time, great nations have changed for the better and that other developing nations were putting their act together except Nigeria. He pointed out that soon we would be celebrating 100 years as a nation and that a time of 100 years was enough for any nation to get better but that Nigeria has only gotten worse while other nations got better. He concluded rather dismally, that he didn’t see Nigeria getting any better any time soon. And everyone seemed to agree enthusiastically with him. However, a youthful & energetic voice chirped in: “Me, I believe in this Nigeria sha. It is the only country I have and I am going to fight for it to be like America one day!” It was a powerful statement made in the midst of a crowd of dissenters and it struck a chord in me. Some cynics in the crowd rolled their eyes and moved on. Others hissed and said somewhat sarcastically, “good for you, fight on!” However, the elderly gentleman walked to the youthful girl that made the statement, patted her on the shoulder and added a sage statement, almost like an after-thought, “My dear young girl, my generation has let this country down. May be the baton rest on your generation to do something different; I am tired of fighting but you, you can still fight for Nigeria. I may not see the change in my life time but you or your children may see the change you are fighting for.” He continued, wisely, “young girl, it is not a bad thing to fight for the change you seek, fight my daughter but do not fight alone. Alone you cannot win this fight but with other fighters you stand a chance of winning. You may lose many battles, you may win some but eventually, if you do not give up, I tell you, you will win the war one day!”

And on this note, I dare say, stand and fight for your dream of a better Nigeria. It is possible. I join hands with that youthful voice of optimism, encouraged and supported by other veteran fighters, WE CAN fight for a worthy cause to make Nigeria a better country and Nigerians a better people and perhaps die trying! I leave you with this poem:

YES WE CAN!

We can, We will, We must
So goes our song or is it a prayer
We think, We dream, We hope
So goes our thoughts or are We some dreamers
There is no secret
If there was We would have had it.

Our will is strong, our heart is fixed
We’ve got the strength, We know We can
We’ve got faith, you cannot beat
We’ll take our chances, try and fly
There is no portion
If there was We must have drank it.

Speak your thoughts and say your fill
Speak not your thoughts, don’t say a thing
We hear your silence, feel your looks
We won’t be bothered, We know We can
There is no limit
If there was We sure would break it.

We’ve made our choice, don’t keep us back
The die is cast, can’t keep us back
We’re moving on, counted the cost
It’s steep, it’s high, We can attain
There is no option
If there was We must have shelved it.

Clap your hands and ring the bell
Stamp your feet and swing the punch
Come what may, We do not care
This adventure dare not miss
There is no doubting
If there was We would dismiss it.

By Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi
@signetseal

A Poem dedicated to all Nigerians world-wide who believe in the fighting power of the people: together we believe We Can truly achieve great things for Nigeria.





Friday, April 5, 2013

Hexavian Business Lessons

Lessons


Jay-z and Kanye West charged $6M (about a billion Naira) to perform for a few minutes at a party in Dubai, for the 16 year old daughter of multi-billionaire Sheikh Mansour, in 2011. #The Law of Value. In Business, once you've created a brand, it creates goodwill, and then value, then wealth. What are you creating?

 #The Law of BrandingCASE STUDY 2, The Hexavian law of Innovation and the law of Generosity Hypo bleach knocked out Jik bleach from the Nigerian market by making cheaper units in sachet and then giving out a few thousands of it for free! Hexavia as a company, has given out over 20000 e-copy of its first book (no cost on prints), the Hexavian Laws of Business. Drake was the first artist to ever be nominated for 2 Grammy Awards without an album even being released! Wow. All he had was free mix-tapes.

 #The Law of Innovation and Generosity- 



In business, when you're good enough, dare giving out the first fruits of your talent for free! Once the market can test it and it is good, they'd begin to pay! CASE STUDY 3 The Law of Networking and People(Find and network with your kind)

Busta Rhymes, Jay-z & B.I.G attended the same High School. Wole Soyinka and Fela used to live together overseas. Abraham had two sons, Ishmael and Isaac, years later the two biggest religions and wealthiest tribes (Jews and Arabs) can be traced back to the two. Socrates was once a tutor to Aristotle who taught another guy that became Alexander The Great. These became the 3 greatest philosophers of 3 generations. The roots of success and greatness would always be linked. People around you now (good or bad) is a clue of where you can end up. Find your kinds. 

#The Law of Networking and People.Culled from the book, #HexavianLawsofBusiness, @UwaomaEizu. Success can be taught. We are Hexavia! 

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Friday, March 29, 2013

What Good Friday means to Me!

I am part of a twitter online bible study called #la187. We are committed to finishing the Old Testament in 187 days by reading five chapters daily.

Between yesterday the 19th of March and today the 20th we have covered Exodus chapter 23 through to chapter 30. From Genesis through to Exodus chapter 23, it has been for me, one interesting story or the other about the early creation of the world down to the lives of the Patriarchs of the bible, leading to the astonishing miracles that brought them out of Egypt and into the start of Israel’s 40 years wilderness journey to the promised land. To be candid, if you are like me, compared to the previous chapters, I have found the last seven chapters quite tedious and unexciting. Like our modern constitution, God set aside 40 days and 40 nights to give the biblical Moses the comprehensive constitution, if you like, of the nation Israel. It consisted of a longwinded litany of divine prescriptions of worship on one hand and divine descriptions of worship paraphernalia on the other hand; of how certain holy matters and ceremonies are to be handled. Trust me, if you were like me, you would find it painfully boring and would want to rush through the passage as fast as your mind can read.
But then it hit me that it was no coincidence that the #la187 group plan is covering the chapters of the Old Testament atonement proceedings right at the period we are celebrating what we call ‘Good Friday’ in Christendom. I have been a Christian all my life but not until I was reading these few cumbersome verses did it finally hit me about the true meaning of Easter and the in-depth meaning of the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross.
For the purpose of this discussion, let me try and sketch, hopefully without boring you out, just a few of the somewhat rigid patterns that God gave Israel about their daily to yearly worship of His divine person.

THE OLD COVENANT (THE OLD TESTAMENT) WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
First they had what you would call a covenant ceremony with strict ordinances on how to sacrifice burnt offerings and sacrifice bulls as fellowship offerings. Then came separate instructions for building the Lord’s tabernacle which consisted of gold, silver, bronze, not just any wood but a certain type of wood called acacia wood, ram skins dyed red, manatee skins (don’t even know what that means), and all kinds of gemstone species. In fact I counted up to twelve different types of gemstones and gave up (you’re talking carnelian, topaz, emerald, turquoise, sapphire, diamond, jacinth, agate, amethyst, beryl, onyx, and jasper) please if you know anymore just send to me at my twitter handle because I am somehow fascinated by gemstones. I haven’t even begun to mention the type of sacred incense(s) that were used with strict adherence to a particular formula for making it and with the threat of expulsion from the land of Israel if anyone else other than the priesthood were to use it for any function other than at the meeting place of the tabernacle of God! Whew! I think the most difficult for me was trying to understand all the measurement plans that went into the building of the tabernacle, the Ark of the Covenant, the mercy seat, where which cherubim would face, and how they would face themselves over and above the mercy seat. There was a measurement and carpentry design for the craftwork of each of the items that would be used for any offering down to the utensils. There was a special specification for the priestly garments like the ephod, the turban, the breastplate, the sashes, the waistband, etc

Don’t forget that for every sacrifice, animal blood would either be sprinkled on the Israeli people or on Aaron the priest and his children. That meant they always smelt of animal blood not just on their clothes but also on their bodies. And we all know that the smell of blood, no matter how holy, wouldn’t be a pleasant experience. Not forgetting that certain animals were deemed holy or unholy to God and certain lambs had to be offered when they were two years old! Are you beginning to understand the almost impossible task of being holy as an Israelite of the Old Testament? Hope I haven’t bored you yet because you’ve still got to hold on till I’m finished with explaining some of the activities of what Israel had to do for their atonement. But what was even more exasperating is that, in spite of all the work and effort, time and sacrifices and psychological preparedness for the activities of atonement, it had to be repeated year in and year out because the blood of sheep, goats, bulls, doves etc were simply not good enough to offer a one off offering of a lifetime. It was a continuous but tedious process year in year out. The fire within the ark could never go out all through the year and everyday a two year old lamb must be offered. You could almost hear me chuckle here because I wondered whether a diary was always in hand to write down the births of all the lambs so as to determine if they were old enough or too old for a sacrifice. And yet each sin you committed had its commensurate sacrifice of atonement that is if you were not stoned to death or God did not strike you down for mistakenly touching the ark.

Now that I have succeeded in giving you just merely a brief description of the rigid rules that was the norm during the old testament periodic times, are you beginning to understand what Easter means, not just to me alone but practicing Christians all over the world. Enter the New Testament and the crucifixion of Jesus Christ on the cross. God realized that it was necessary to have a plan B in place for the atonement of the sins of humans – there was need for a human sacrifice that could speak better than the blood of sheep and goats and that had to be done just once! The question now was: Who was worthy and holy enough to undertake such an auspicious eternal plan for man’s deliverance. Only one person was and His name is JESUS! He was the only begotten son of God who agreed that in order to put an end to all these ritualistic WORKS of men, something had to be done. Jesus, a divine son, came down from heaven, lived for 33 years and was sacrificed on the cross of calvary at Golgotha. 

 THE NEW COVENANT (THE NEW TESTAMENT) WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
In Leviticus 17:11 it is said “for the life of the flesh is in the blood, and I have given it to you upon the altar to make atonement for your souls; for it is the blood that makes atonement for the soul.” 
 That single sacrifice that was preceded by betrayal by his own Jewish people and inhuman torture in the hands of the roman soldiers, was the sacrifice deemed acceptable by God. “This is my body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of me…this cup is the new covenant in My Blood which is shed for you” (Luke 22:19-20 – introducing the taking of the Holy Communion). His body was the bread that replaced the physical bread of the altar and his blood was the price that paid all my sinful debts. For without shedding of blood there is no remission of sins so the blood of Jesus was shed that I and You, might be redeemed from the works of the law into the abundant, extravagance grace of our LORD Jesus Christ. What that means is that Jesus offered himself as the permanent offering for our sins and that makes him our high priest that stands before God (like Aaron of the old Testament) to make propitiation by His Blood for our sins. (Romans 3:25) Jesus broke down the middle wall separating us from the Holy father above having abolished the law of commandments contained in ordinances, thus creating peace and reconciling us with God. Christ has effectively redeemed us from the curse of the law!

Easter reminds me of the price Jesus paid on the cross in order for me to have access to the father – me who was once referred to as ‘a gentile’ now have a new identity in Christ. Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; old things have passed away; behold all things have become new. (2 Corinthians 5:17) I am so proud of my identity as a Christ-like follower of God (a Christian) and I am thankful for the opportunities that being part of the new covenant gives me. Of course I do sin from time to time, as long as I am still in this body but I don’t have to go looking for a two year old lamb and then go through a long procedure to make atonement for my sins. No! Now, since I have direct access to the Holy Father – God Almighty – through Jesus, I speak directly to God wherever I am from my heart and He forgives me instantly. Just like that – I am forgiven. No wahala; no big and longwinded protocol – just the Blood, the Word and the name of Jesus – it is a three-in-one package – an indescribable gift! Halleluyah!
Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

THE HEXAVIAN LAW OF PURPOSE

THE HEXAVIAN LAW OF PURPOSE



Imagine if Tuface was a professor, a Pat Utomi, a singer or perhaps an Adeboye as a footballer while Kanu became a Pastor. Would they have added the kind of values they have done in their lives and that of others?



Pause! Before you complain, about struggling, ask yourself if what you are doing is what you were created to do. Don't spend your whole life climbing RIGHTly a ladder on a WRONG wall. Find where you are 10/10 in, everyone has one.


Well, I've scribbled down three guidelines to finding your gift and what you were created to do as a means of making a living out of it. It is as follows...

Law 1, Purpose #hexavianlawsofbusiness



Look within you, your past experiences, think and find.

1. That thing you love to do passionately and also very easily that it feels effortless to you but hard for others to do. (I bet you a Jay-z can effortlessly make music hits by mere free-styling while it remains a mystery to someone else), a Chinua Achebe can tell stories even in his sleep, perhaps a Fashola would have done well, even as the head of a ward in Jail. There's something also that you can do that well and effortlessly. It's that thing you love to do passionately and also very easily that it feels effortless to you but hard for others to do.



2. That thing that you get annoyed or irritated when someone else doesn’t do it well, knowing and being sure that you can always do it better.

3. Then that thing that you’d do even if you’re not paid, you’d still love to do it.
(I bet you that a Messi would still love to play football even without being paid, for years the duo of P-square did free shows and even paid show organizers to be on stage, this is love and passion).


You can watch a full clip of this concept in my live interview on NTA national network TV a few years ago (and I was 23 then). It’s on youtube.


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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Welldone To Those Who Choose To Laugh At the 'Oga-At-The-Top' Syndrome

Let me first start by saying that I have watched the ‘Oga at the top’ clip and it is quite hilarious. And then, let me advice those who have not watched the clip to go and watch it. But in case you still haven’t watched it, I shall give you a very brief summary.

Mr Shem Obafaiye, the Lagos state commandant of the civil defence corps was a guest on channels TV Sunrise daily a few days ago and was asked a simple question by the male presenter of the segment: “what is the website of NSCDC?” He didn’t know. He tried to bluff his way out of it by mentioning that his Oga at the top had not given him permission to say it. His exact words were ‘the website of NSCDC, I cannot categorically tell you one now. The one that we are going to make use of is going to remain known by my ‘Oga at the top.’ After several convincing attempts by the obviously amused Channels Presenters, Mr Shem was persuaded to give up the website address and he finally said ‘It is www.nscdc’ he pauses and mutters and said ‘Yes so’ and then coughs and adds ‘that’s all.’ It was embarrassingly obvious that Mr Shem didn’t know and was merely giving excuses to cover-up his ignorance on national TV. Instead of him to confess that he didn’t know or couldn’t remember which would have caused him lesser embarrassment, he feigned excuses which exposed his complete ignorance and incompetency! Since then, the clip has gone viral on every social network from BB to twitter to face book to YouTube! Cheeky Nigerians have even gone ahead to produce musical clips from it (there are even different styles of a very hilarious ‘my oga at the top’ musical remix - some on guitar etc - about his goof on YouTube), beautiful T-shirts imprinted with the words ‘my oga at the top’ etc.

Recently I read an article pleading with Nigerians to stop ridiculing Mr Shem because the writer felt that Nigerians had gone too far in making a mockery of a man’s mistake etc. Some writers like Segun Adekoye even went as far as wearing the cap of self judgement and calling Nigerians who joined in the laughter ‘shame on you all.” Because in his own righteous opinion, he believed that Nigerians are exhibiting the ‘#Aluu 4’ mentality. I beg to differ. Not only do I want this mockery to go on but I wish someone would put it on a billboard, print face-caps, and produce mugs and souvenirs with it – because to me, it is quite a brilliant attempt at satire. This is my own opinion only and many may not agree with me. But those with a great sense of humour in seeing the ridiculous in the ridicule – of using laughter to bring to light a serious national issue in a country besieged by all forms of incompetency from the top of governance to the ground level will see this as an opportunity to let off steam by laughing. And for that laughter I say to you all – Well-done! Why?

Yearly the Transparency International (a global coalition against corruption) scores countries based on how corrupt their public sectors are perceived to be. This is meant to force the government of these nations to take notice and act to stem the corruption tide in their countries. The CPI (corruption perception index) places Nigeria in the 135th position out of 176 countries surveyed. Nigeria is also listed among the world’s most corrupt places to do business. Where does Nigeria stand in good governance? While Nigeria holds a good position in the AU because our foreign policy strongly promotes democratic unity in Africa and we are actively involved in peace-keeping missions in Africa, Nigeria has no remarkable records of good governance in its domestic front. Nigeria is a sorry example of bad governance in the African continent. Corruption is endemic in the public sector. Our leaders have appropriated government properties and benefits for their own selfish gains. Basic infrastructural amenities like health, education and fuel are either outrageously expensive or barely inaccessible to ordinary Nigerians. Nigerians are kidnapped and killed daily by criminal and terrorist groups and poverty is widespread in the midst of plenty. Government appointment is based mostly on the culture of mediocrity and not meritocracy - based on a ‘who you know’ mentality, godfatherism or nepotism.
(Please read: Time for good governance in Africa–Transformation of the continent: http://africaw.com/forum/f17/time)

Recent events in the nation especially the Alamieseigha’s pardon has caused outrage in Nigeria. According to Punch news, ‘Jonathan has taken the culture of corruption to horrific levels.’ BBC describes it as an “irresponsible decision.” Nigerians and the world are questioning the quality of leadership that gives pardon to a criminal still wanted for financial fraud outside Nigeria. It is distasteful coming from an insensitive President who doesn’t give a damn about what Nigerians feel.

Enter Mr Shem Obafeiye and his goof. In view of what Nigerians have come to know and understand about their leaders and public sector ‘I-don’t-care’ mentality, is it any wonder why Shem’s blunder is used as the ridicule scapegoat for many an incompetent ‘oga at the top’ syndrome? For anyone to suggest that Nigerians are being unfair to Mr Shem may be due to religious, moral and official hypocrisy. The ridicule of Mr Shem Obafeiye will never be able to capture the daily frustrations of Nigerians. It is only a tip of the iceberg of the realities in play in Nigeria. Non-Nigerians and foreigners wonder how Nigerians put up with the deplorable living conditions that we are subjected to yearly. How do Nigerians put up with the constant mistreatment, abuse, neglect and oppression by our leaders?

Mr Shem goofed; he made a mistake, agreed. Mr Shem also happens to be the civil defence corps commandant of a whole Lagos state, agreed. Mr Shem is a senior management staff of the civil defence corps, agreed. That means as a ‘big oga’ in his own right, he may have been provided with the perks of office like a PA, an SA, a driver, etc. What that means is that, when a serious news station like Channels TV invites you to be a guest on their sunrise daily segment, you should know that you are not appearing on ‘nite of a thousand laughs.’ You also know that you are not appearing on any of the comedy shows hosted by AY or any of our comedians. You are coming for serious discussions that concern your organisations which happen to be the NSCDC. A competent commandant who wants to be taken seriously by the millions of Nigerians and non-Nigerians alike who may be watching this segment should have prepared himself adequately for the likely questions that may be asked. His PA/SA or whatever assistance the government has provided him as a civil defence ‘oga’ would be on hand to help him with any information he would need for the interview. Now even if he didn’t have these assistants, it is expected that he would have prepared for the interview, read-up or brush-up on stuff about his organisation that he might have forgotten. But no, Mr Shem didn’t even do that. He did what many Nigerian ‘ogas’ do – walk into an interview unprepared. Mr Shem’s ignorant action was perceived by a vastly educated and IT-compliant audience as highly disregarding of Nigerians. In a rapidly changing Nigeria where information technology is now at the tips of one’s fingers via the internet, social networks, smart phones, etc Mr Shem’s ignorance for a person of his managerial level in government, came across on that fateful day as a highly incompetent ‘oga’ who chose to take Nigerians for granted. And Nigerians reciprocated by making a full-blown spectacle of him.

I would advice those who cannot understand why Nigerians are laughing to look beyond Mr Shem Obafeiye’s goof. Look beyond the t-shirts and the slogans and then you may begin to come to terms about why Nigerians are laughing. If something terrible happens to me say, I lost a million dollars and rather than cry and whine, I choose to laugh then I may be seen as either hysterical or brave. If my house and all its contents get razed to the ground and I choose to bear it with equanimity by laughing, then my neighbours may regard me as either hysterical or brave. However, how can you beat a child and tell him not to cry? Ok the child now decides to laugh and yet again, you are angry because he is laughing. He cries, you complain. He laughs, you complain. What then do you want him to do? You want to lock him up completely in spite of all the horrible things you’ve done to him and still deprive him of the simple pleasure of laughing? You must be crazy and perhaps evil.

IF I WERE SHEM OBAFEIYE: now supposing I was Shem Obafeiye, I would ask for another interview session with Channels TV. Of course, this time around, I would come well prepared to apologise to Nigerians and may be explain that human that I was, I didn’t know the answer then but I know it now. I would apologise and then laugh at myself to take the bite off me. I would choose to turn a goof of mine into a money making venture after all God has a way of turning our mistakes into testimonies. I would then go to C.A.C/copy right agency and get a patent on the phrase ‘Oga-at-the-top.’ I would use it to create an idea, a very strong conceptual idea about a certain kind of leadership quality. Design car stickers from it and turn it into a humorous money-making venture. Mistakes are bound to happen due to our imperfect human nature itself. It is how we choose to turn those mistakes into good use that makes us better human beings. Our ridicule is not just geared at Shem but it is geared towards every form of abuse and incompetent management that Nigerians are subjected to; it is geared towards a syndrome that is responsible for the disdainful way we are treated by our leaders.

Nigeria’s ridicule of Shem sends a strong message to all Nigerian leaders not to take people for granted because if given the opportunity, they too will be mercilessly ridiculed. The power of laughter in the form of ridicule that Nigerians are exhibiting is a warning to our so called leaders to do their homework first before coming on national TV. Since our leaders won’t listen to the people neither will the people stop ridiculing them. If we don’t make an example of bad governance and incompetent leaders then how can we hope to speak-up against the bad tide of bad governance in the country? Laughter is the salve that keeps us from going mad in this country called Nigeria. You could say it is the opium of suffering Nigerians where religion has failed woefully. If our laughter and ridicule is powerful enough to create change in our public sector and perhaps our government and leadership positions all over Nigeria, then wouldn’t you say the laughter is achieving what incessant complaints, writings, pleadings, pain & misery is not achieving? If our laughter is powerful enough to reach up to the ‘ogas at the top’ and curb this malignant spread of incompetency, reduce bad governance and bring about progressive change, then what are we waiting for? We ought to keep laughing! This culture of dominance and fear created by ‘ogas-at-the-top’ has got to stop! May be this Shem episode has shown Nigerians another way to let off steam. Those who don’t like the laughter can choose to frown and cry – I choose to laugh! And LOL too!

By Chalya Princess Miri-Gazhi
@signetseal




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