Rape, is an assault by a person involving sexual intercourse with or without sexual penetration of another person without that person's consent. There are several types of rape, generally categorized by reference to the situation in which it occurs, the sex or characteristics of the victim, and/or the sex or characteristics of the perpetrator. Different types of rape include but are not limited to: date rape, gang rape, marital rape or spousal rape, incestual rape, child sexual abuse, prison rape, acquaintance rape, war rape and statutory rape.
What is going on in Africa, and do not tell me that I am back again with my lips wagging because until justice is done I will not stop saying it as it should be. These days I tune my radio set and all I hear is rape her and rape there, so what is really happening? Is it that there is nothing else to be done than to molest innocent persons on the streets of Africa? I cannot help but wail when I heard of that incident in Cameroon about a woman who was raped and when she went to the station to report, the so called police men mocked her. How about this case in Goma, Conga about Kazungu Ziwa, a male who was raped at matchet point? Just on the 17th of December, Spero News carried the headline as, ‘Cameroon: Cases of rape increase.’ The News went on as thus, ‘A recent survey carried out in ten regions of Cameroon shows that rape cases are on the rise. According to IPS, 20 percent of the nearly 38,000 women interviewed reported having been raped. The German Technical Cooperation (GTZ) and Cameroon's National Association of Aunties – (RENATA), an organization of more than 10,000 teenaged mothers working against sexual violence, found most rapes were committed by people known to the victims. The rapists are family members, including fathers, school teachers, pastors and priests, classmates, colleagues, friends and neighbors.’ Now where do we run to if the perpetrators are living within us, even the most respected Reverends are part of this mess?
The list is endless but what can a weakling do to stop this broad daylight mess. From North to South, from East to West, the menace has eaten deep into the hearts of men. Every man wants to get the little bit of nonsense inside a hidden skirt and every woman wants to flaunt the god-damn waist at any passing man, so where do we go from here.
Right there on BBC Network, a Liberian man, a chief to be precise was interviewed and he was very much sure that the ladies should keep what they have and when the men want them, they will come for them. Was that not a speech of nonsensical attribution? He now feels that possessiveness will do the magic from stopping the haunting brats?
Now we all clamor that the men are to blame, but what about the sisters who flaunt their waist to the extent of causing accidence? How about the mothers who will willingly give their daughters for peanut, how about the sisters who will go any length to make sure that a brother stops them? I have seen one or two cases and I am well grounded that the ladies are to blame to. There was this case of a rape girl who was going home late in the night as of 10pm on a dark and lonely path? What do you expect from a hungry fool who have patiently kept his sperms to mature into a spilling liquid of mass destruction?
Africa and rape are synonymous to husband and wife. That is why we have top notch leaders who have been charged with rape one time or the other, take Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Zuma, who in December 2005, was charged with raping a 31 year old woman at his home in Forest Town, Johannesburg. The alleged victim was from a prominent ANC family, the daughter of a deceased struggle comrade of Zuma, and also an AIDS activist who was known to be HIV positive. If you are not a leader but are involved in a war, then you are free to use the war as a weapon. And here, must we blame the ladies?
We live in a perverse world where all we do may go unpunished today but not for too long. We have sent our men to go unknown to get the cries of the helpless. Soon the greater part of the evil doers will be revealed and trust our watchdogs to follow the matter as though it were their last breathe.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Nigerian Eye is here for good

Nigerian Eye is an instrument of informing and enhancing the relationship between Nigerians in the Diaspora and their host nations, to help them understand the psyche and cultural uniqueness of Nigerians, it's a medium of discouraging the conspiracy to isolate Nigerians globally with misinformation about Nigerian and Nigerians and also a tool for fostering the regional integration of the African continent.
Nigerian Eye, the sight of African Unity.
This has just been a brief about the piece you are holding which has materialized out of the mercies of God Almighty and your sincere patronage which we cannot hold with bare hands. Your individual contributions spiritually, physically and otherwise have turned this into the mouth-piece of the Nigerian in the Diaspora. Thank you.
Over the years as youths and ably supported by visionaries, we thought it wise to tame the prejudice and overcome the louder mouth of always seeing and talking only on the negative parts and things of Nigeria, so this passion to talk about the great and natural things going on in Nigeria, we did not think twice about the name but NIGERIAN EYE. The team has come a long way in making sure that this dream does not die, so we have decided to officially make the world hear, know and keep for posterity sake the aim and believe we have all have as Africans that we can hold heaven in a grain of sand and infinity in our palms. This is where we are today.
We have witnessed a lot and can authoritavely say that the relationship between Nigerians and their host in this context which is Ghana is rapidly growing faster than imagined. We also have it in mind concerning the warm reception gotten from our host; we want to also say that we have enjoyed every bit of friendliness and cordial acceptance gotten from our host...we sincerely want to use this medium to say 'thank you'. In showering accolades, we will love to thank the following persons who have supported us from Gov. Ikedi Ohakim, Ambassador (Sen.) Obanikoro, Prince B.B. Apugo, Chief Tony Chukwu, Mr. Otunba Mike Ajayi, Anita Joseph, Yvonne Nelson, Majid Michel, Rebecca Acheampong, among others who we are recognizing this day.
On behalf of the team, we want to say a big thank you to all Nigerians in the Diaspora, all Ghanaians, other nationalities as well as the founding fathers of Africa who thought it well that someday, the unity of Africa will be achievable, and that unity will only start from us as one.
Long live Ghana. Long live Nigeria. Long live Africa.
This is the present state we have found ourselves

Press Statement: PRESIDENT YA'ADUA'S HEALTH CONDITION AND THE STATE OF THE NATION
It is clear to every discerning observer that President Umaru Yar'Adua's physical condition has had a negative impact on his ability to discharge the functions of the highest office in our nation. Within the last few months, he has been unable to attend to crucial affairs of the State at home and abroad and whenever he has found time to do so, his judgment appears impaired by his ill-health.
A few examples may suffice:
i. His health condition has necessitated several medical trips abroad but he has not transmitted to the President of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives a written declaration that he was proceeding on vacation or that he is otherwise unable to discharge the functions of his office as required by Section 145 of the Constitution.
ii. President Yar'adua though invited was unable to attend the United nations General Assembly for which a private audience had been arranged between him and President Obama for high level discussions of issues mutually beneficial to Nigeria and the United States because he was in Saudi Arabia to 'open a university' which was a dummy sold to cover up his treatments.
iii. It is also common knowledge that the incapacity of the president has affected the implementation of the nationĂ¢€™s budget because he has been unable to coordinate the management of the national economy and to preside over the Federal Executive Council in a diligent manner.
iv In the circumstance, Ministers have routinely flouted the orders of the President and engaged in infighting as a direct result in the vacuum of leadership. This was recently embarrassingly exposed to the world with the series of conflicting public statements credited to the Attorney General and the Chair person of the EFCC. This was also exposed further when the president disavowed knowledge of a memo to all foreign missions purportedly on his instructions. Furthermore, till date, ministers continue to flout the public instruction of the president that ministers who presented memos at the FEC should stay behind to brief the media.
v You may also recall that a battery of doctors complete with their paraphernalia escorted the president to the National Assembly last year to stand by as he delivered the budget and you may also recall that some pundits have revealed that the crisis between the Senate and the house on who should host the budget delivery by the president was contrived to provide an escape for the president who was reportedly physically unable to perform this formal task.
vi Finally, the current condition of the president has created a dangerous situation whereby no one is in charge of the affairs of the State contrary to the letter and spirit of the Constitution.
As responsible and concerned individuals from every part of Nigeria, we call on President Umaru Yar'Adua to immediately choose the honorable option of either:
(a) resigning his office immediately, or
(b) if he is confident of his true physical condition, request the Federal Executive Council to pass a resolution pursuant to Section 144 (1) of the Constitution to the effect that the President appears incapable of discharging the functions of his office. This honorable step will enable the Senate President to appoint a Medical Panel to confirm the fitness or otherwise of the President to continue in office.
As President Yar'Adua's compatriots and part of his larger Nigerian family, we sympathize with him and believe that his health should be given priority attention. At the same time, the need to provide effective governance for this nation of over 150 million people cannot be compromised. Indeed, the Constitution has rightly envisaged the situation in which the country has found itself.
In any event, we are of the view that the President should immediately and unconditionally hand over to the Vice-President, Dr Goodluck Jonathan to complete the current term of office, and conduct the next general elections on the basis of the report of the electoral reform committee headed by Justice Mohammed Lawal Uwais.
Signed:
(1) Alhaji Balarabe Musa (2) Chief Olu Falae (3) Senator Ken Nnamani (4) Alhaji Aminu Masari (5) Lt. Gen. Alani Akinrinade (Rtd) (6) Chief John Odigie Oyegun (7) Dr. Tunji Braithwaite (8) Col. Abubakar Umaru (Rtd) (9) Prof. Itse Sagay (SAN) (10) Alhaji Buba Galadima (11) Hon. Olawale Oshun (12) Dr. Usman Bugaje (13) Alhaji Adamu Maina Waziri (14) Mallam Nasir Ahmad El-Rufai (15) Mr. Femi Falana (16) Mr. Yinka Odumakin (17) Alhaji Sadiq Yar'Adua (18) Hon. Adamu Farouk Aliyu (19) Chief Jos Ayomike (20) Hajia Naja'atu Muhammeed (21) Dr (Mrs) Joe Okei-Odumakin (22) Ms. Annkio Briggs (23) Mrs. Jumoke Anifowose (24) Chief Supo Shonibare (25) Mr. Odia Ofeimun (26) Hon. Lawal Garuba (27) Mr. Biodun Sowunmi (28) Hon (Dr) Ishaq Kurufi
(29) Hon. Uche Onyeagocha (30) Hon.. Bashir Idrs Nadabo (31) Mr. Kayode Ogundamisi
(32) Saint George Eke (33) Mr. Bamidele Aturu (34) Prof. Sola Adeyeye (35) Mr. Osita Okechukwu (36) Hon (Dr) Haruna Yerima (37) Mr. Anselem Odinkhalu
(38) Mr. Akintoye Branco-Rhodes (39) Hon. (Dr) Almajiri Gaidam (40) Alhaji Amitolu Shittu (41) Mallam Uba Sani (42) Barrister Supo Ojo (43) Barrister Sani Hussaini Garun-Gabbas (44) Mr. Festus Okoye (45) Mallam Salihu Lukman (46) Dr Sam Amadi
(47) Mr. Adetokunbo Mumuni (48) Alhaji Kabir Yahaya (49) Hon. Awwal Tukur
(50) Mallam Tanko Yinusa (51) Mallam Nasir Kura (52) Achike Chude (53) Mr. Iboroma Akpana (54) Mr. Morakinyo Ogele
Monday, November 30, 2009
This was what a friend posted to my inbox...it touched me so i want us all to get on boardDayo Silva

SUPPORT CHILDREN IN DISTRESS & PROTECT CHILDREN'S RIGHTS (ASSOCIATION FOR ASSURED FUTURE) Bulletin
Posted by Dayo Silva
“It isn’t that we dare because things are difficult;
it is that we don’t dare that they are difficult."
I lost a childhood toy … but have the memory of the person who gave me that gift with unconditional love.
I lost the privileges and fantasies of childhood … but had the opportunity of growing and living free.
I lost a lot of people whom I loved and still love … but had the affection and now have model from their lives.
I lost moments of life because I cried instead of smiling … but I discovered that: it is from planting love that love is harvested.
I lost many things many times in my life. But in that “loss,” today I aspire for the value of “gain;”
… because it is always possible to fight for that which we love; and because there is always time to start all over again.
It is not important the time of life when you are tired. Important is that it is always possible and necessary to restart. Re-birthing is a new opportunity; it is renewing the hopes in life; and more importantly, it is believing in oneself.
Did you suffer greatly sometime?
… that was a time for learning.
Did you cry a lot?
… you were cleansing the soul.
Did you feel spiteful?
... it was a lesson on forgiveness.
At times, were you alone?
... it was because you closed the door.
Were there times you believed everything was lost?
... it was simply the beginning of your improvement.
Did you feel lonely? Look around you and you will see people waiting for your smile, just to get closer to you.
Re-birth.
Today is an excellent day to start a new life project. Where do you want to go? Look higher, dream higher, desire the best; life brings us what we aspire.
If we think small; the small will come. If we think firmly on the best, on the positive and we strive for it; the best will come in our lives.
Today is the great mental cleaning day. Throw away all that binds you to the past; all that hurts you. Discard everything into garbage; clean your heart; prepare it for a new life, and for new love; for we are passionate. We are capable of loving many times, because we are the manifestation of love.
Life calls you; it invites you to a new adventure, a new journey, a new challenge.
This day, promise yourself: that you will do anything possible to achieve your objectives; trust in God, trust in life, trust in yourself.
If you received this message, thank God for having someone who thinks of you.AND THAT IS ME
Not all of us have that privilege.
ASSOCIATION FOR ASSURED FUTURE (AFAF)
mail assuredfuturengo@yahoo.com Visit www.afafng.org. or dial +2348081525901
TOGETHER WE CAN POSITIVELY CHANGE THE WORLD
This little boy who is just 15years is another victim of child abuse as he is exposed to child labour in a bread bakery in a bid to sustain himself and other members of the family, an act which nearly cost him one of his hands. This little boy was found while begging for alms. He said he took to begging when he could not get anybody to assist him and he could not fend for himself. According to him, he goes to the bakery where he assists in the mixing of flour and other activities after which he would be given a token to keep body and soul. However, he was so unfortunate one day when one of the machines used in the bakery cut his left hand, a situation which has made it so difficult for the boy to use the hand. He was rushed to the hospital and the owner of the bakery assisted in paying bills for the treatment of the hand. That was how far he was assisted as he is now abandoned to carry his cross all alone. Tunde the 2nd in a family of 4 children is in Junior Secondary School JSS2. Her mother works in a small cafeteria where she is paid so little, while the father serves as a security man in a secondary school. Definitely it was the low income of the parents that pushed little Tunde in to the streets. For sure, we can’t allow this promising young boy to continue his life as a beggar. Already we are taking the responsibility of paying the school fees and providing basic needs for the boy, we also intend to get medical attention for the boy with your support and assistance. Many of such cases abound, where many little children are victims of Child Labour.
TODAY HE IS IN SS1 At the beginning This promising young boy, the 2nd in a family of 4 is a 14 year old suffering from an illness known as “CRANIOFACIAL NEUROFIBROMATOSIS” His dad an illiterate is a poor labourer who earns so little to fend for the family, while the mother who is also an illiterate begs for alms to keep body and soul together as she is infected with bumps all over her body. The parents are so helpless to cope with the health conditions of ibrahim. He had undergone surgical operations, but more needs to be done to put him back on track. He requires more surgical operations and medications while trying to cope with life and battle his health challenges in a bid to survive. Though ibrahim suffers greatly from the sickness, (he goes through a hell of trauma, yet he is determined to live a normal life like you and me. He says he wants to be a Medical Doctor to be able to save life and help treat people like him who are faced with similar health challenges. At present ibrahim is defying all odds to continue his education and now he is in JSS 3 in a secondary school. Association For Assured Future (AFAF) has taken it upon itself to sponsor him throughout his secondary education. Through you AFAF could do more to secure a better future for the boy and assist solve his health conditions. The boy, IBRAHIM needs your help to actualize his dreams.
in the beginning This young girl, Azezat by name is ten years old. Her sufferings could be attributed to her Parent’s separation. Though she is very brilliant she does not have the opportunity to go to School since she stays with her mum who could not afford to give her 3 square meals not to talk of other necessities that could make life comfortable. Her father does not seem to care for her upkeep and she is deprived of her right to education as she watches other children go to school every morning. A right she believes if given to her would bring out the best to develop herself. She prays to become a lawyer in future. We are already working on how to give her the right to education and rehabilitate her as she stays in an environment not conducive for her development. Many of such cases abound, where many little children suffers as victims of parents separation. With GOD and you on our side, AFAF is determined to ensure that such victims are well protected while rights to education among other rights are also protected. You can also be part of these great works if you simply SUPPORT AFAF
Thursday, November 26, 2009
i recently asked this on the streets of Accra and i had wonderful thoughts...i will share with you all later...but let me hear from you first
Do African celebrities get dying fans who will do anything like the whites to get an autograph?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
ONLY IN AFRICA
My own story happened long time ago when I was about 8years old in the bustling, notorious and fun-to-be Ajegunle inside the hearts of Lagos .
It all came about, when our street was called to a football match by the hefty boys on the other street about five streets to be precise from my own. On the match day, I was a bit scared of their intentions as their eyes were bloody red but with courage I chose to be part of the team because I knew I had a goal in the match. A cup was presented by our opponent and mind you, it was made of a JIK container with a bulb beautifully placed on it, then it was carefully wrapped with the shinning paper in the cigarette pack. This cup was our own way to signify that it was a world cup.
The match began, and I was on the bench. Our opponent scored the first goal in the early minutes which lasted until the 75th minute which I was substituted in which I equalized with a beautiful header. The match continued until the 90th minute. Our opponent refused that we should go into a straight penalty shoot out. So we began another marathon of 90 minutes, just because the first to score a goal will automatically win and take the cup home. Fatigue and dizziness set in, so the referee had to whistle for penalty shoot out. We played four each all scoring. Then our opponent lost their own giving us the chance to take the cup if I scored my last As soon as they lost theirs, the cup bearer went to sit on the fence ready to run away if I scored, and unquestionably I did.
We had won! ‘But where is the cup?’ every one asked. It was gone into the thin air as our opponent were the organizers, so they all felt if anyone should have taken the cup, then it should have been them.
It all came about, when our street was called to a football match by the hefty boys on the other street about five streets to be precise from my own. On the match day, I was a bit scared of their intentions as their eyes were bloody red but with courage I chose to be part of the team because I knew I had a goal in the match. A cup was presented by our opponent and mind you, it was made of a JIK container with a bulb beautifully placed on it, then it was carefully wrapped with the shinning paper in the cigarette pack. This cup was our own way to signify that it was a world cup.
The match began, and I was on the bench. Our opponent scored the first goal in the early minutes which lasted until the 75th minute which I was substituted in which I equalized with a beautiful header. The match continued until the 90th minute. Our opponent refused that we should go into a straight penalty shoot out. So we began another marathon of 90 minutes, just because the first to score a goal will automatically win and take the cup home. Fatigue and dizziness set in, so the referee had to whistle for penalty shoot out. We played four each all scoring. Then our opponent lost their own giving us the chance to take the cup if I scored my last As soon as they lost theirs, the cup bearer went to sit on the fence ready to run away if I scored, and unquestionably I did.
We had won! ‘But where is the cup?’ every one asked. It was gone into the thin air as our opponent were the organizers, so they all felt if anyone should have taken the cup, then it should have been them.
SONS AND DAUGTHERS OF NIGER DELTA
And in my heart i feel a deep hole
Of the putrid throne we all fight for our soul
I once recount the love and care we dance
As if it was real but today a trance
From rifles to grave
For all we get the pomp of power we gave
How many numbers have we sold out
With the horrible bullets inside of her tout
How many freedom have we capture
Denying them of innocent rapture
How long shall we keep striking
Our values we interpret in fighting
How long shall we humble our love
With befitting bows and arrows springing above
How long shall we hide the truth of vision
Which we could make in a decision
Sons of the land
Let us jion our strenght and stand
Daughters of the soil
Let us come together and toil
With our sweat use our hands for gain
And stop languishing one another for mere pain
Of the putrid throne we all fight for our soul
I once recount the love and care we dance
As if it was real but today a trance
From rifles to grave
For all we get the pomp of power we gave
How many numbers have we sold out
With the horrible bullets inside of her tout
How many freedom have we capture
Denying them of innocent rapture
How long shall we keep striking
Our values we interpret in fighting
How long shall we humble our love
With befitting bows and arrows springing above
How long shall we hide the truth of vision
Which we could make in a decision
Sons of the land
Let us jion our strenght and stand
Daughters of the soil
Let us come together and toil
With our sweat use our hands for gain
And stop languishing one another for mere pain
CONGA ASYLUM
this is the mood i prefer to take tha conga
in thorough steps missing not the truth with cofute
with antricles yet no coterie
on this beauty my nature depends
she is a charming buttocks of courage
liquorice attitude though lissom
a solution to my perfect trouble
beneath her lobotomy room
which settles phobia
by thoughts carpet be laid
she has been a tourniquet to my burdens
she sought me in my limbo
how can i now forget her emollient empathy
the lips that sent the message
since finding this friend to dance
no more loneliness
in quest to pay back
in thorough steps missing not the truth with cofute
with antricles yet no coterie
on this beauty my nature depends
she is a charming buttocks of courage
liquorice attitude though lissom
a solution to my perfect trouble
beneath her lobotomy room
which settles phobia
by thoughts carpet be laid
she has been a tourniquet to my burdens
she sought me in my limbo
how can i now forget her emollient empathy
the lips that sent the message
since finding this friend to dance
no more loneliness
in quest to pay back
AYOEMI SON OF THE MOUNTAIN
Ayoemi son of the mountain
A close relative to Ogun
A distant blood to Dionysos
Ayoemi son of the fountain
A true brother to Aardema
I pray to be calm
And witness your balm
I have seen your works
A massive gain a severe pain
To be blest for the rest
So sing i the song of Yipala
From my trembling feet
I dance my heart
Sway my mind as i rejoice
With a meek tongue
Your sweet meek clash
Defines your art and act
And mercies through her apex
Ayoemi the highest iroko tree
Make me err not
For your grace towards me
Lives as though my chorus fresh
Ayoemi son of the mountain
I pray you be calm my bossom
For tomorrow we shall discuss
A close relative to Ogun
A distant blood to Dionysos
Ayoemi son of the fountain
A true brother to Aardema
I pray to be calm
And witness your balm
I have seen your works
A massive gain a severe pain
To be blest for the rest
So sing i the song of Yipala
From my trembling feet
I dance my heart
Sway my mind as i rejoice
With a meek tongue
Your sweet meek clash
Defines your art and act
And mercies through her apex
Ayoemi the highest iroko tree
Make me err not
For your grace towards me
Lives as though my chorus fresh
Ayoemi son of the mountain
I pray you be calm my bossom
For tomorrow we shall discuss
Sunday, November 22, 2009
WAS YVONNE WRONG AT PICKING UP THAT ‘NUDE’ ROLE?
Hello fellow friends of the world, I say etisen as though I am not happy with the level of what I am hearing from all angles of the media out here in Ghana concerning the new movie recently out, for our humble information, I am talking about THE HEART OF MEN. Who are we to blame? Yvonne Nelson for taking up that role or Rajah Arase for giving that role?
This movie so far has had lots of criticism and I am getting pissed off at the cry and attention it is getting out of nothing. First of all before continuing, I must ask that how many of you have seen the movie? How many of you have taken time out to check out the content of the entire ‘nudity’ complained about?
Well I was full of ‘whoa, this is a good job’, when I saw the poster on the streets of Accra, but more anxious to see the full film for myself. I went to get this clamored movie and saw for myself that the ‘world’ is just ranting over nothing.
Now for the benefit of those who have not seen this movie, take a clue from this, the movie was well directed and full of suspense that almost racked nerves. Though for real, the ‘nudity’ was a bit something else but not that harsh from Yvonne’s angle. Other actors and actresses went ‘kolomental’ with their acts and no one has bordered to talk about it. Now I must say that I am not taking sides with Yvonne but on the poster, she was there with Majid bare chest; no one has blinked at him. Why? When you see the movie for yourself, you will see that almost all the actresses went naked and for this I want to say that please I will like to have an interactive segment with you all on http://flaminglipswithadeyemiadebayovictor.blogspot.com, so that we see what we can do in terms of sanitizing our movie world.
I recently met Yvonne at her home to get her on my mic, but she was a bit hostile, not too bad because she wasn’t naked. I tried getting her on my inner page but she demanded a front page, not too bad because she wasn’t naked. I tried calling her to come for a photo shoot as scheduled but she turned us down, not too bad because she wasn’t naked. Now you see that she is just been professional but rude though not a pornographer, so why are we crucifying this innocent girl?
If any one is to raise the first eyebrows, then it should be her mother, Margaret Kusi. If Yvonne understands the rudiments of what she told me some time back, not too long, she said, ‘I expect to get to the top one day. More also, we need a solid guild and government to support because we are all trying to project Ghana.’ So why the tongue wagging?
Do we see the ladies walking on our streets, parties, even offices; do we see the way they dress? So why the criticism?
You talking out there, take a look at yourself and tell me in one word how well dressed you are?
If you holy pass, then cast the first stone. Hypocrites! Rubbish!
NA SO WE SEE AM FOR ACCRA
My name is Lips. I am just me though I touch issues with my own tool which is my lips. I only tell it to the world in an angrier mood. I am the true son of him, Flaming. Pissing you off isn’t a thing of choice but as the Nigerians will say, ‘na so we see am’ Thank you all for the emails I have been receiving, though I have just been informed or misinformed that more are still on the way. One of my ardent readers asked me of my identity and I had no choice than to tell the world my name and my surname for now. Maybe later, I shall tell you how I came to this world where every glory has been acclaimed to or claimed by one Pastor, Imam, Chief Priest or whoever raises his or her head above others in the name of our Lord, the unseen.
I have loved football, I started with the love for any team with red jersey and that’s how I have ended up following Manchester United as though I was one of their Scribes or Pharisees. Then I have again pledged to die in the land of the Sambas where interesting rumba football is orchestrated. I love Africa football, I love Ghana football and I love good football. Be it that the world of football has been by voodoo, juju, otumokpo or whatever.
I reside in Ghana. Soon it was the month of the U20 World Cup, immediately the Black Stars had qualified for the World Cup in South Africa where Madiba himself will be present to see which African country will lift the trophy. There were much clamored hisses about this current Black Satellites, yet I had pledged that the boys can go it. Originally, I had a greater support for the Nigerian boys but that support was quickly raped by the Germans who made sure I slept that night with a hungry stomach. The following day I had to ask for forgiveness for my sin of starving myself over some unscrupulous lads who did not put their nation and continent first but their myopic indulgent ahead. Nonsense! As I was saying, I diverted my joy for the Satellite whether black or white. And sure those boys did not embarrass. They played as though they were young, though we all know that they were men in boys’ panties. That’s not the issue for now, but the issue is that I was whole heartedly behind them in prayers and supplications.
These boys worked hard, they toiled the entire field mapping out strategies to beat every opponent as they came, and they were dedicated and zealous to make Africans proud. They sacrificed their time as well. They won gold for Africa, but I wasn’t shocked of the rumors or be it the truth that a certain man of God from one country that is struggling to qualify and touch down the streets of Soweto via Jo-burg Airport had claimed the victory on the Satellites. I need not hide my feelings here and now but I want to say that the man is Uncle Joshua and do not get me wrong here. I am not referring to that Joshua Nyame who claimed he cast a spell on the Black Stars when their heads were tumbling-tumbling. I know that you may not really understand me here at this point but the basics remain that Joshuas are predictors or either way you see it.
Uncle Joshua here in Ghana has already attributed the success of the Satellites to his doing. He was the same man who acclaimed that the success of Uncle Fiifi was his doing. I may not remember too well but I know that there have been lots of public claimed glories but the bottom line is that all glory must go to him and not GOD? Nonsense! Have we forgotten in 2002, how a Nigeria official went into the goal post and removed an object he claimed was a barricade from Senegalese team against the Super Eagles chances? Have we forgotten how the Hearts of Oaks and Kumasi Asante Kotoko players will come unto the pitch backwards? Have we forgotten how a Cameroonian official refused his players to sleep in the hotel provided by the Ghanaian officials in Ghana 2008? Have we forgotten about the man who claimed that he was the brain behind Cote d’ Ivoire’s success at the 1992 Nations Cup? I witnessed a match in Gabon and what I saw was dreadful but who had the impetus to talk? So who are we to claim the glories that come with the hard earned tortures these players undergo?
I love football, I have followed football, and I have written about the game, I have paid my last pocket money to watch football. It has now become a ritual. I have as well seen the things that go on in the dressing rooms, playing fields and everywhere. I have come to understand that this is Africa, and everything plays the game to give it that beautiful look. Asking of everything, I will tell you next time we meet on this path again.
I have loved football, I started with the love for any team with red jersey and that’s how I have ended up following Manchester United as though I was one of their Scribes or Pharisees. Then I have again pledged to die in the land of the Sambas where interesting rumba football is orchestrated. I love Africa football, I love Ghana football and I love good football. Be it that the world of football has been by voodoo, juju, otumokpo or whatever.
I reside in Ghana. Soon it was the month of the U20 World Cup, immediately the Black Stars had qualified for the World Cup in South Africa where Madiba himself will be present to see which African country will lift the trophy. There were much clamored hisses about this current Black Satellites, yet I had pledged that the boys can go it. Originally, I had a greater support for the Nigerian boys but that support was quickly raped by the Germans who made sure I slept that night with a hungry stomach. The following day I had to ask for forgiveness for my sin of starving myself over some unscrupulous lads who did not put their nation and continent first but their myopic indulgent ahead. Nonsense! As I was saying, I diverted my joy for the Satellite whether black or white. And sure those boys did not embarrass. They played as though they were young, though we all know that they were men in boys’ panties. That’s not the issue for now, but the issue is that I was whole heartedly behind them in prayers and supplications.
These boys worked hard, they toiled the entire field mapping out strategies to beat every opponent as they came, and they were dedicated and zealous to make Africans proud. They sacrificed their time as well. They won gold for Africa, but I wasn’t shocked of the rumors or be it the truth that a certain man of God from one country that is struggling to qualify and touch down the streets of Soweto via Jo-burg Airport had claimed the victory on the Satellites. I need not hide my feelings here and now but I want to say that the man is Uncle Joshua and do not get me wrong here. I am not referring to that Joshua Nyame who claimed he cast a spell on the Black Stars when their heads were tumbling-tumbling. I know that you may not really understand me here at this point but the basics remain that Joshuas are predictors or either way you see it.
Uncle Joshua here in Ghana has already attributed the success of the Satellites to his doing. He was the same man who acclaimed that the success of Uncle Fiifi was his doing. I may not remember too well but I know that there have been lots of public claimed glories but the bottom line is that all glory must go to him and not GOD? Nonsense! Have we forgotten in 2002, how a Nigeria official went into the goal post and removed an object he claimed was a barricade from Senegalese team against the Super Eagles chances? Have we forgotten how the Hearts of Oaks and Kumasi Asante Kotoko players will come unto the pitch backwards? Have we forgotten how a Cameroonian official refused his players to sleep in the hotel provided by the Ghanaian officials in Ghana 2008? Have we forgotten about the man who claimed that he was the brain behind Cote d’ Ivoire’s success at the 1992 Nations Cup? I witnessed a match in Gabon and what I saw was dreadful but who had the impetus to talk? So who are we to claim the glories that come with the hard earned tortures these players undergo?
I love football, I have followed football, and I have written about the game, I have paid my last pocket money to watch football. It has now become a ritual. I have as well seen the things that go on in the dressing rooms, playing fields and everywhere. I have come to understand that this is Africa, and everything plays the game to give it that beautiful look. Asking of everything, I will tell you next time we meet on this path again.
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