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The break has given me opportunity to watch movies, and so I finally got to watching "God's not dead" after much disinterest in the movie. Before I proceed, can I just say that the movie is one of the best Christian movies I've watched in awhile.  So the character, Josh decided to take on the lecturer, not to prove that God exists, but to disprove the claim that he doesn't exist, and the Professor Radisson threatened him on failure should he persist on carrying out the challenge. Also, while I was watching the credits at the end of the movie, I realised that the movie is inspired by Christian students and organisations who the school authorities have somewhat persecuted as a result of their beliefs.  To say that I was stunned, that the above is happening in supposedly first world countries is an understatement.  Infact, I'd have easily believed it if someone told me it happens in the Nigeria society. The reason being that, while I was growing up, strongly in f

Indoctrination is not necessary a good thing, especially when it comes to religion. That is why there are extremists and fanatics raving all over, because their ideologies are taught to them, not necessarily what they came to realisation on their own. We saw the case of that Boko-Haram boy shooting down a Christian.  Or these people that don't have the most common sense to comprehend that restriction to churches is not against their faith, but to preserve their health. Afterall, It is someone who is alive that is serving the Lord. I had been a victim, of indoctrination, when I was young. Having been brought up in an Anglican home, we were told that wearing Trousers is a sin.  They told us that Deuteronomy verse quite alright, but because we've been taught not to question anything that was preached to us, I believed wholeheartedly that trousers were a sin. I saw it as a big deal oo. I looked at those females who wore trousers with disdain, both young and older alike and I was of

I am a homebody. In other words, I am always glued to the house. My neighbours at home never know when I come back cos I will never just come out from our gate unless it's to buy something and after that, straight back into the house. You'd think I was Rapunzel or something. You see that thing called hangout, amarọ dị m the joy it gives. And while I'd indulge once in awhile after much persuasion, I either procrastinate the plan I made, or have a serious aftermath headache anytime I acquiesce to just hangout. I'm very much comfortable indoors. That's why it's alien to me when I see people post on their status, "I'm bored" or "Who is free? Let's hang out."  Me? Na-ebe kwanụ?  I don't even know what bored is. Especially when I have internet access in my phone. Even if I don't, as long as I haven't finished reading all my ebooks, the feeling is faraway from me. It just never crosses my mind to just "hangout", never h

If there's anything better than getting compliments from the opposite gender, it's getting one from your gender. With guys, you're like, "This one is just shooting shots at you"(they might be genuine but you get my drift) See me, after wakaing upandan after our seminar, and walking tirelessly, the girl I saw on the stairs muttered something I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, and said "what?" She repeated it, "that I look good" Aah, I was reinvigorated, even smiled as in the picture, cos girls don't particularly compliment themselves. What they look at is, "How the cloth you're wearing or make-up you applied would look on them". So there... I went back to the mirror to check, and yo, "I did look nice with my tired face" I want to give the credit to my "Shea-Butter, Honey, olive oil and Vitamin E jelly" for making me glisten notwithstanding this horrid Nsukka weather. And of course, my

I went for a lead assessment with my ENACTUS team Unn. Our first stop was in a Community secondary mixed school.  I don't really want to delve into our aims of going into the school, but i just want to point out something I observed while in the school. On our way to the principal's office, I just started hearing whistles.  Aah, ọ gịnị kwa na-eme My mind was not even drawing a parallel to what was happening. I was like, "why are these guys howling like animals, the males in their midst were those exhibiting this behaviour by the way. Then I heard a team mate say, "I'm used to it" Mgbe ahụ ka O click sharp sharp These niggas were catcalling the girl. She has a voluptuous figure. I was stunned, nearly flared up and even forgetting ihe mmadụ bịara that place Ịnye. Here are kids, obere ụmụaka who we were looking around, to source for problems that are affecting them and try to proffer solutions to their problem and the response we get is this! These are dumb atti

I was pushed out of my daze by the shrieking of these girls. Women! Ụmụ nwaanyị I'm looking at them, mouths swishing rapidly and hands akimbo. Eyes sparkling, conversations and catching up probably because of lack of contact in a while. Still seated by the roadside, jamming Kygo, "Firestone" to the highest decibel.  "We light up the world" The statement above sure as hell does not resonate with me. I have a need assessment today. I'm early to the agreed place of departure, no one is there. Is it not Nigerians again? I should just go back, I don't even have strength to start with ... Halt!  wait for a moment. Call someone, (unfortunately no airtime) I'm seated by the roadside Lost in memories and Surfing the social media.  A post, a post on how much poverty have shrunken people .... My situation is a tad better Not extremely devastating like what I've read. It's terrifying how much people experience. Much more because these people are smiling,

Egungun, be careful! .... Your thoughts transmute to actions .... Egungun, be careful! You are tired .... What's there to love  To live for .... Nothingness... Hopelessness You have become dead because your thoughts are dead .... Tilting towards silence A massive rest that transcends materiality ..... Vanity Life pleasures is vanity, but you want that You want to relish in hedonism Nothing inspires you more than that .... What to eat? What to think? What to write? .... You are staring but you are not seeing anything You can't seem to organise your mind no longer It's taking a hold of you ..... Egungun, be careful!

Food, basic necessity is afar from me.  Poverty, a curse that have befallen me, engulfing me like moth to a flame. It's stifling, choking me up. I am unable to feel, what are these emotions. I can't inteprete anything.  Poverty is a curse The worst since Eve's punishment at Eden It strips one of all inhibition to think, to reason, to breathe properly, to live So, I exist Like a molded clay without any choice than to live until destroyed, I exist Inhale. Exhale. Inhale again. Smile. Frown. Smile again Foist all the frustration under that smile Don't let anyone know You're stronger than this circumstances No, you are responsible for your circumstances You are an adult Don't linger, do something Damn it! Do something Naa, I Don't want to I. Just. Do. Not. Want. To.

A sad smile, "Today, I'll try again." Try and hang out after assemblage.  But this isn't working out, I do not belong here, I'm not a part of this group. It's not my personality and the most crucial, I cannot afford it. It's accommodating, you'd build lasting friendships. Others are doing it, why can't you? A sardonic smile, "You are too broke for this" Not again, why remind me of my circumstances. I cannot keep chanting, "God why" Maybe music will help, "The night we met" by Lord Huron to the rescue More meditations, Contemplation, "God, I am not supposed to be a Nigerian" Was my existence a mistake? Why can't there exist an Utopia world for us all? There's no time My clock is ticking It's spiralling faster than I would have loved it The weekend is too short to get back to reality My weekends, Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep Remember the proverbs, "A little sleep and slumber and poverty is u

The beautiful thing about art is that it makes you feel the pain, angst, bitterness, anger and even revenge of the main character. I just finished Women Point Zero by Nawal El Saadawi. The character, Firdaus had experienced a load of abuse, disrespect, contempt because of her gender. It's no surprise because the book is set in a Muslim country and even the author herself was imprisoned at some point because of her vocalisation of the injustice against her gender. I got a couple of lessons from the book: Live above fear and live your authentic truth, that's just it. Live your truth regardless of what anybody is dictating should be the ideal.  No-one else has the formula to what is respectful or not and the world is not black and white. The gray areas always suffices in most situations.  So your idea of courteousness might not be applicable to the other person, because of circumstances which said person had absolutely no control over. Granted, Firdaus is a prostitute but her deci