I LOVE YOU By Onuh Justus Izuchukwu

‘I LOVE YOU’ is a clause that continues to lose its meaning every time. The clause has different meaning to different people regardless of race and culture.

I am always generous with the clause and I have received different reactions from different people. I was 100% sincere when I said to her "I love you". She was not the only person I ever told that, however, she became annoyed. If it were some people, they would say "are you sure?” Some others would say, "What do you mean?" While others would respond with ecstasy, "I love you too"

 I was raised in a family where my parents always told me whenever I was doing well "Izu Jisie Ike, we Love you". Even the letters they send me in school always carry, "remember we love you".  

The conception of love from my childhood was never what so many people take it to be. The real meaning of ‘I LOVE YOU’ is not found in the words themselves, but in the intention behind them. Thus, it could mean something different each time it is used.

When your intention to love is very conscious and clear, even the people you love will feel more loved by you.

My confusion about ‘I LOVE YOU’ is very complicated by the excessive casual use of the word ‘LOVE’. I am now afraid of using it on people because some people’s level of understanding it is quite different. 

The real meaning of love is God. “God is madly in love with us” said by saint Catherine of Siena. It is only when we understand this that we will discover that love is irresistible and therefore begin to make judicious use of the word ‘LOVE’.

  

TRUTH IN LIES By Onuh Justus Izuchukwu

Do you know that you can travel from Nsukka to Enugu in 10mins? I know it is 1hr drive but I consider it a magic.

On that beautiful day, I was only sitting alone in the front seat of Peace Mass Transit bus with bus number 1432. I was observing people going to and fro in the park. I have never seen her and I was sure she never knew me. “Izunwaonu is anyone sitting with you in that front seat?”, she inquired and continued, “What a wonderful coincidence, your phone number and mine are the same except the last two digits”. Who could have told her my name? Does she see vision? Where did she get my phone number? I had wanted to say yes that somebody was sitting with me but I was not sentient enough when I mumbled, “No!”

Beyond doubt, a young boy was sitting at the seat before her advent but my reasoning was imprisoned by emotion immediately I saw her. Before our bus left Nsukka for Enugu, the young man came back. However, the only thing I could do was to confuse him when I was unable to convince him.

 
She was talking but I never understood what she was saying. Though I was hearing her, I was interested in observing her face in the rear mirror. She painted her face as though the sophists were at work. Her eye lashes stood erect and gave a gorgeous stance. The conjunctiva that covered the cornea of her eyes was very eye-catching. The paint on her lips had the same color with those of the shoes and pinging trousers she was wearing. I had wanted to take pictures with her when she turned on the selfie camera of her smart phone but I was afraid. She gave me the smart phone and inquired if the pictures she took were beautiful. I wondered if she were the same person because I could not find spot, the zit which I knew she had. “But you are not the same here” I responded. She accepted it was artificial, that she used an App called BeautyPlus. The app according to her makes anyone who uses it beautiful. No wonder everyone post artificial and unreal photos on social networks. If she had thought critically, she would have known that I lied to her when I claimed not have any account in social networks.

I had wanted the driver to reduce the velocity by which he was driving although I was not the only man in the bus. I wished I had paused the time in order to spin out more conversation with her.
I had wanted to know her name but never wanted to ask her. The sharp corners at Opi Agu budged our bus in a direction I never liked. I felt the contact of her body in my heart and then on my skin.

The music emanating from the speaker in the bus never changed the sensation. The movement of her lips electrified and made the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
The mirage on the coal tar provided the solution when it started appearing and disappearing. I began to think beyond appearance. This cannot be original product. Then I asked her how she knew my name and phone number and she averred that she saw it written on the manifest. “Okay! How much did it cost you to appear gorgeous?” I asked. I never expected lectures from her and she started listing what she applied to become beautiful. "My hair took me N2300, Eye Lashes N900, Conjunctivae N1400, Nails N500, Pomade N3700,..." She had wanted to continue but I asked her to stop. I learnt that she used a colored powder that made her to appear as though she was fair in complexion. I never expected such answers from her nevertheless she taught me a great lesson.

The most troubling thing in this new generation is the inability to distinguish between appearance and reality. Some women have made it easier for me to understand philosophy better. There is a reason for this assertion because every event has a cause. We live in a world of objects whose existence and behavior are independent of our knowledge of them. This particular experience is not an exception. Women know what they can do to trigger men off because some men cannot reason beyond our sensory perception.

 
Now you know that you can travel from Nsukka to Enugu in 10mins only when you stay with such deceptive beautiful women in the same seat in the sane bus. Read more at IZUNWAONU

DOES GOD EXIST? By Onuh Justus Izuchukwu

 When Pope John Paul was preaching to the communist, he said, "with faith even as small as mustard seed, one can move mountain". “If we want to move mountain, we do not need faith. We have our machineries to move mountain or create way via mountain”. They responded.

It is obvious that because we can create things then we begin to compare ourselves to God. Who is fooling who, God or man? We do not have time for God any longer. Let God be; if He exists, and let us be. We can do without God and for that we do not need God’s interference. Nevertheless, even if God exists why does he allow certain evils to happen?

Why do I go to church; to pray? If I have everything I need or if I can do anything I wish to do, I think I should not attribute my success to God.

A German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche in “The Gay Science”, 1882, Section 125 wrote, “God is dead”.

"God is dead" does not mean that Nietzsche believed in an actual God who first existed and then died in a literal sense. Rather, it conveys his view that the Christian God is no longer a credible source of absolute moral principles.

The death of God is a way of saying that humans are no longer able to believe in any such cosmic order since they themselves no longer recognize it.

Nietzsche believed there could be positive possibilities for humans without God. Relinquishing the belief in God opens the way for human creative abilities to fully develop. The Christian God, he wrote, would no longer stand in the way, so human beings might stop turning their eyes toward a supernatural realm and begin to acknowledge the value of this world.

May be he's afraid of us and is hiding, as stated by madman in the Gay Science

Just take a cursory look on what is happening in the world now. If God exists, why do we especially the Christians live as though He is dead? No wonder Gandhi wrote, “I love your Christ but hate Christians”.

What of THE TITANIC? The largest ship of that day, It was one of the fastest ships of that day.  It was the most luxurious ship ever built.

After the construction, they said, “that even God cannot sink it”. And what followed?

"Gentlemen, I regret to say that the Titanic sank at 2:20 this morning." This announcement was made by Philip Franklin, vice president of the White Star Line in New York. He referred to the sinking of the luxury ocean liner the Titanic, which sank in the North Atlantic on the morning of April 14, 1912, after hitting an iceberg. Of the 2200 people on board, over 1500 of them died. Yes they claimed they can do without God.

Furthermore, Herod in the Bible (Acts 12:23)  wanted to make himself a God and Instantly, an angel of the Lord struck Herod with a sickness, because he accepted the people's worship instead of giving the glory to God. So he was consumed with worms and died.

There are many other who either claimed to be God or removed God in their lives.

Even the so called philosophers whom we think disregard God also proved the existence of God. Heraclitus said that God is that change who changes everything but does not change. Plato called God unmovable mover; that which moves everything but does not move.

Let us stop fooling ourselves, if we ignore God, probably God will ignore us. Let us go back to him, he will accept us back. Believe it or not, He knows your whereabouts and He is waiting to accept you back. 

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FORGIVE ME. By Onuh Justus Izuchukwu

I was the man who misunderstood her intentions. She saw a Rose (flower) in my computer bag and she insisted in knowing who it is meant for. "This beautiful flower is meant for a beautiful woman right?”,  She inquired. "I am not saying that She is not beautiful but if She is not, nothing else is beautiful and nothing illuminating could be said about her without mentioning beauty and love!", I responded. Benita Michelle was never a Catholic and the only day she attended Catholic Church was the day my birthday fell on Sunday at St. Theresa’s Cathedral Nsukka. 

 After group studies on that fateful day 15^th of August 2012 at University of Nigeria Nsukka stadium, I told her that I was going to Chapel in Bishop Shanahan Hospital. Every effort I made to refuse her from following me was futile. Was it because of the rose? Does she know anything about Chapel? Even if she knew, she would have known that her dressing code was enough to disqualify her. "Yes we are going together but do you know it is very far from Hill top; your residence?”, I asked. I knew that no excuses could change her mind as she stood near me.  If I had put forward any other reason; she was ready to refute it.

The inscription, "SALUS IMFERMORUM, ORA PRONOBIS" was boldly written so that even a man who has no particle of understanding could read it.  Benita Michelle is good in foreign languages but I knew she was not interested in knowing the meaning, but interested in the wisdom of the sophist who constructed the Marian Grotto.

I had wanted to pray but could not because she was so close to me that even her heavy breath was drizzling on me. Her body touching me was so luscious and on edge. I felt so many things coming into my mind, things that made me change my direction. I wish I could think about that, which brought me to the Marian shrine. 

 Izunwaonu has never had this type of experience before, but was only thinking about something different from what Benita was thinking.

 I left the scene and preceded to the Chapel with my Chaplet in my palm. A cloud of silence was wrapping both the indoor and outdoor of the Chapel. People were going in and coming out of the Chapel in silence and she entered before me. I was wandering where she was going to and what she had planned to do there. She stood beside the door to observe where I would sit. I slipped off my slippers at the entrance door and went straight to the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary and immediately dropped the rose at Her feet.

I never knew Benita was watching my movement until she asked me in a shrill voice why I kissed the feet of Blessed Virgin Mary. Now she broke the heavy silence and distracted those who were praying. I looked around, every eye was on me, and I felt a heavy weight around my temple in the temple of God. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me but the worst came forth when she said, "this place is comfortable for reading". At this point, I had to leave because my purpose which was to give beautiful rose to a beautiful and loving woman was already completed.

It seemed we had stayed there for a long moment, but it might have been only seconds. I was heavily annoyed that even my face only, could express that. I did not consider. I did not even consider considering that she is an Anglican.

She reached out and held my hands and began to ask me litany of questions;

Who is that woman?

Why did you give her the rose and

Why did you pray to Her because I felt you spoke more with your spirit than with your lips before her?

I needed to be more critical but the shadow clouding her eyes made me to understand that she was serious even dough I could not tell if she was serious when she said that the Chapel was good for reading.

Hence, I began to answer her questions, "The woman is the Mother of God and my Mother; the woman behind my success". Benita knew I excel in everything I do yet she did not believe the Woman was the person behind it." But she is just like an envelope who has already delivered the massage by giving birth to God and for that we should not honor her  ", said Benita. I had wanted to answer the question immediately but I remember that she had won many times when we engaged in quoting Bible.

On the preceding day, I went to group studies with my New Jerusalem Bible. I asked her to read from Luke 1:28...; " And the Angel said to her, Hail, thou that art highly favored, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women". She stopped at verse 48, where Mary states, "because He has looked upon the humility of his servant. Yes, from now onwards all generation will call me blessed".

I had wanted to give her more chapters to prove to her that Virgin Mary is the Ark of the New Covenant but she was already raking her mind over, "ALL GENERATION WILL CALL ME BLESSED". I should have been the one to explain the verses but the reverse became the case. She kept a stiff upper her mouth for sometime before she started repeating the clause, " THE LORD IS WITH THEE: BLESSED ART THOU AMONG WOMEN". After a while, she kept mute. I thought I had begged the question but I knew I rode on the crest of the wave.

Three days later, she requested that we might go back to Chapel and she promised she was not going to make noise. She wrote something on a paper, folded it and gave to me to hand it over to Virgin Mary. She wrote in a beautiful handwriting but did not allow me to read it. "I love your handwriting, it is beautiful", I said.  "The beautiful writing is a beautiful expression from a beautiful thought by the essence of beauty itself to request for a beautiful intention from a beautiful lady", she responded.

Seven days later, I was coming out from Ifeanyichukwu hall; still Shanahan hospital Nsukka. I saw her coming out of the Chapel with Handout and Text book. I became annoyed when my friend Ikechukwu averred that he has been consistently seeing her going to Chapel with books.

A hand that is meant for blessing became an instrument of war when we reached her. I am sure I was not aware when I slapped her. The bead of tears rolling down her checks was nil to me. I felt I could say sorry but I was full of myself that I could not take heed to my friend’s advice to apologize. This not only separated our friendship but made me to delete her number from my phone.

Three years later, I received a massage from her but before I could read it, I deleted it thinking that MTN had started to send unnecessary massages. Her best friend, Nnadi Faith, called to infer if I would go together to Benita's wedding at Cathedral Basilica of the Most Holy Trinity Onitsha, Anambra, Nigeria. I would have hesitated but because she was going with her private car, I decided to go with her.

I was sure the handsome man holding her hand at the altar was not me. Though I thought I was in dream, I never dreamt of that. I sat at end pew drawing a cloud of confusion around me. I knew she never noticed my advent until the time she was asked to give vote of thanks. She had wanted to start from talk but when she beheld me, no sound came forth her throat.

I noticed her gesticulation, signaling one of the bridesmaids to bring her a pen and a paper. I was circumspectly watching her; she folded it and forwarded it to me through the bridesmaid.

I never wanted to read the content of the letter but the more I resisted it the more my spirit sank. When I opened the letter, I gave her birds’ eye view, and then I noticed she was looking forward to see my reaction.

The content of the letter reads:

I was never a Catholic and you made me one.

You taught me your secret and never cared to know how I applied it. 

You gave me way and turned away from me.

The first problem I encountered in the University was that I was unable to understand my Stumpf. I took it to the Chapel, I never read it but presented it and other books before God as a problem to me. The problem was later solved. I also prayed for a husband and successful life and today is the manifestation of that prayer. Matthew Obiefuna is a Medical Doctor at National Capital Region Hospital of Manila in Philippines. We shall be going back to Philippines in two week time.

I never noticed the presence of cloud of people around me till the beads of tears started rolling down my cheeks. I never knew her intention and I could not inquire before taking action. I had wanted to write back immediately but I could not. Her so called husband has noticed that her mood has changed and stated that no present should be brought again. That would have been the only time I could have taken my written apology back.

Benita!!! Any where you are now, please accept my humble apology, I was the man who misunderstood your intentions.   

   

KESHI IS DEAD



KESHI

Top Nigerian football buffs are in tears over the sudden death today of former Super Eagles manager, Stephen Okechukwu Keshi.

Keshi, 54 died in Benin early Wednesday morning after complaining of pains on his leg.
A family member disclosed to Daily Sunsports that the late soccer legend died before he got to a private hospital in Benin that is just about five minutes drive from his residence.
“After complaining of pains in his leg, we got somebody to massage it. When the pains failed to subside we then decided to go to hospital, Faith Clinic which is just five minutes drive from the residence, but before we got to the hospital he gave up,” the family member disclosed.
Daily Sunsports further gathered that the Keshi had also complained of having problems with his breath and confirmed that much to his former Beninoise assistant and close pal Vallerie Hendonou. Hendonou who himself is bereaved having lost his wife last weekend in Cotonou, is said to have advised Keshi to go for medical check up.
Reactions:
Former Secretary General of NFF, Dr Tijani Yusuf said he has been in tears since the news of Keshi’s death broke.
“I was the first to employ him when I was NFF scribe. When I called him, he said he would gladly want to serve the country and in a matter of days he arrived the country and started work as Amodu Shuaibu’s assistant. He was a great guy. He was patriotic and hardworking. We have lost a legend. I m in pains and I can’t hold back tears,” were Tijani,s words.
Former board member of NFF and veteran journalist Fan Ndubuoke said Keshi’s death is a bid loss not just for Nigerian but African football.
” Like him or hate him, Keshi was a legend. His death is a big loss for Nigerian and African football. I just can’t believe he is no more.”
Chairman technical committee of NFF , Chris Green simply said he is speechless .
“I’m speechless. I need time to put myself together.This is tragic,” he said .
Mike Idoko chairman of Lobi Stars who was writhing in pains said Nigeria has lost a soccer icon, even as he charged sportsmen to get closer to God.
“With what is happening now, we must all seek the face of God. Keshi’s death is painful, I pray God grant him eternal rest,” Idoko stated.
   culled from... http://sunnewsonline.com/keshi-how-he-died-yusuf-green-ndubuoke-in-tears/

The Body and Blood of Jesus Christ

The occultists do their sacrifice with human beings and they drink the blood.
The native doctors offer their sacrifices with cow and they eat the beef.
The traditionalists offer their sacrifices with bird and they eat the meat.
Have you ever asked yourself why a traditionalist cannot challenge a native doctor?
Have you ever asked yourself why a native doctor cannot challenge an occultist?
Yes, human beings, cows and birds cannot be compared.
But what of those who eat the flesh and drink the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ?
Do you think they should fear any of the groups?
You cannot compare one who killed a rat to one who killed a lion.
In Matthew 26;26-27. Jesus says, “take this and eat (ACCIPITE ET MANDUCATE) this is my flesh. And he took the Chalice saying, “drink from this all of you this is my blood.
It is obvious that anyone who receives the body and blood of Christ should not fear any agent of darkness because he who is in him is greater than he who is in those agents.
Happy Corpus Christi Sunday

The Fourth Chapter of MA VIE A L'ETRANGER (My life in foreign land) by Frere Honore M. Gomenou (B.S.S)

MA VIE A L'ETRANGER (My life in foreign land)

Fourth Chapter

Ce fut un samedi le jour J de mon départ à l’étranger. Pourrai-je oublier?  Zemi vint dans notre maison avec un grand sac au dos et deux autres en mains comme un réfugié chassé de son pays. J’ étai totalement content de voir zémi prêt à voyager. J’informai ma mère. Elle était aussi contente de voir zémi prêt pour le voyage. Vraiment j’étais  comme au paradis ce jour là et mon cœur était remplide joie . avant De quitter la maison, maman me reppalais les conseils qu’elle m’avait donnés ensuite elle me bénit en disant: que dieu te bénisse et te protège mon enfant.Va en paix.  A bientôt maman

 fois mille fois merci monsieur zemi.Àl’auto-gare de cotonou,nous avions pris un taxi pour sèmé.Nous etions cinq dans la voiture. Je demandais à zemi où allons-nous avec tous ces gens. Il me disait que nous allons tous à sèmè,C’est la frontière entre la république du bénin et celle du nigéria

La frontière est une zone dangereuse,je voyais beaucoup de monde. Les gens faisaient des va et vient et beaucoup de bruit. Certaines personnes étaient en uniforme. Ma plus grande surprise est que j’entendais les gens parler différent langues ah je suis perdu me disais je. Monsieur zemi m’appela de côté en disant,ici c’est sèmè il y a beaucoup de bandits de voleurs c’est une zone très dangereuse comme tu l’avais dit. Encore il me demandait si je peux parler anglais ou yoruba. Je lui répondis qu’est ce qu’ on’ appelle anglais?Hein! Mon petit dit-il, l’anglais est la langue officielle du nigéria comme le français l’est au bénin pourquoi tu n’a pas dit tout cela à ma mère avant que je te suive. Comment vais je vivre,comment vais je apprendre cette langue? Dis-je.C’est sans probléme,l’anglais n’est pas difficile à apprendre,maintenant suis moi réplique zémi.

Pendant que nous marchions pour traverser la frontiére deux hommes nous interpelèrent en disant. Come here je demandais à zémi ce qu’ils disent. Ils nous appellent, murmura t’il. En s’approchant d’eux,ils me posaient des questions en anglais auxquelles je n’arrivais pas à répondre, car je ne comprenais pas du tout ce qu’ils disaient. Immédiatement l’un d’eux me gifla en disant: i dey talk you no go answer me?Idiot.Je criais police,police au secours.Aussitôt il me gifla de nouveau je tombai à terre. Lorsqu’ils m’ont vu tomber,ils disparurent. Zémi voulait réagir,mais on le poussa et il tomba avec les sacs qu’il portait. Je me rappelais tout ce que ma maman m’avait dit concernant ce pays.Oui j’ai choisi d’aller à l’étranger et voilà tout ce qui se passe avec moi en chemin. La vie sur terre est une chaine d’expériences.

Après avoir traversé la frontière avec toutes sortes de difficultés, nous entrions dans une autre voiture pour continuer le voyage. En route je demandais à zémi: où allons-nous maintenant? Il a mentionné le nom d’une ville que je n’arrivais même pas à répéter. Il me racontait que les deux hommes qui ont fait du bruit avec nous sont des bandits et beaucoup de ces gens n’ont pas de travail et que les gouvernments des deux pays doivent prendre des précautions pour lutter contre ces gens-là

Après plusieurs arrêts nous arrivâmes finalement à notre destination’makoko un village de lagos

Questions---....

·         Quel est jour de mon voyage?

·         Qui s dit j’étais comme au paradis ce jour là?

·         Quel est le nom de l’auto-gare?

·         Nous étions combien dans le taxi?

·         La frontière est une zone de paix .Vrai ou faux?

·         Est-ce qu’il y a beaucoup de bandits à sèmè?

·         Que disent les hommes qui nous appelaient?

·         Combien sont ils?

·         Qui criait police, police au secours?

·         Dans quel village de lagos a lieu notre destinaqtion?

The Sixth Chapter of MA VIE A L'ETRANGER (My life in foreign land) by Frere Honore M. Gomenou (B.S.S)

      LA VIE A MAKOKO

Nous sommes à Makoko. “Ici, c’est notre destination finale, nous allons rester ici pour travailler et avoir de l’argent,

            Makoko est l’un des villages de Lagos, une partie de ce village est située sur l’eau. Ici à Makoko, la majorité des habitants pratique la pêche et la plupart de ces pêcheurs sont du même pays que nous. Je me disais dans quell pays étranger je me suis trouvé? Comment vais-je mener la vie sur l’eau.

            Le lendemain, Zémi me fit inscrire dans une école appellee “Evening lesson” pour apprendre la langue anglaise. Mais je lui ai fait comprendre que cette langue est difficile à parler. “Zannou, répondit-il, je t’avais dit que l’anglais n’est pas difficile comme le français, il faut essayer de l’apprendre car la perseverance est la clé du succès”. Un grand défi pour moi donc. Comment je vais apprendre cette langue, je ne sais même pas parler français. Ok, sans problème! Comme il l’a dit” la perseverance est la cle la clé du succès”.

            Six semaines après, je peux mieux parler la langue et Zemi m’a trouvé un petit job. J’ai fait ce travail pour cinq mois. C’est le travail du “dry-cleaner” (pressing). Je suis employé dans la maison d’un home riche du nom de Sheun. Chaque jour, je lave ses habits, ceux de sa femme et de ses enfants, et je les repasse le soir avant de rentrer.

            Un jour, lorsque je repassais les habits, l’un des chemisiers préférés de sa femme est brûlé. Et, depuisce moment sa femme me voyait d’un mauvais œil. C’est une famille que j’aime beaucoup. Cette famille me traitait bien, je suis bien comme l’un de ses enfants et je suis bien payé. J’ai supplié la dame pour que je sois pardonné pour cette erreur mais elle n’en veut pas. La vie est devenue difficile pour moi dans leur maison. Je ne sais pas ce que je vais faire encore pour la supplier. Finalement, c’est avec de la peine que j’ai démissionné. Mais monsieur Zemi qui m’a trouvé le travail n’est pas content de cette demission. Pour lui, c’est de continuer à travailler dans cette condition peut-être, qu’ un jour la dame me pardonnerais.

            Après deux semaines de demission, je n’ai trouvé rien à faire. Ce qui sonnait dans mon cœur est le poème “Je suis le travail” que mon papa nous récitait sous l’arbre devant notre maison. Je me rappelais encore l’un des couplets:

“je ne suis pas ami des paresseux

Je voyage partout

M’abandonner, c’est inviter la faim.

Je suis très important”

            Après une petit réflexion, je décidai de faire la pêche. C’est aussi un bon travail, aller sur le lac et attraper des poisons avec le filet. Mais je n’ai aucune notion de la pirogue. Mes amis m’ont conseillé de l’apprendre, car petit à petit l’oiseau fait son nid. Vraiment la vie sur la terre n’est pas facile. Oui, nous devons travailler pour transformer la face de la terre. Sans le travail l’homme ne peut rien faire du tout. J’aime mon papa, il travaille beaucoup, c’est pouquoi il est devenu le plus grand fermier du village. Je dois suivre ses pas pour devenir un grand quelqu’ un moi aussi. Je disais tout cela pour me consoler.

            Depuis que je suis devenu pêcheur, Zemi n’est plus d’accord avec moi. Un jour, comme d’habitude, j’étais parti à la pêche avec mon ami Edy. C’etait aux environs de 22 heures. Un fait bizarre c’est produit que je ne peux oublier dans ma vie toute entière. Nous étions entrain d’attraper les poisons avec notre filet, soudain, une barque motorisée avec les gens en uniforme appelés “naval officers” (les officiers de marine), s’approcha. Ils nous dirent “cessez de lancer votre filet, nous sommes les officiers de la marine. Vous êtes arrêtés pour violation des règles de la mer”. “Quelle règle, a-t-on a violé à cette heure de la nuit? C’est contre votre loi de faire la pêche? Répliqua Edey. “Vous avez attrapé des petits poisons et c’est contre la loi, dit l’un d’eux. Nos voisins qui entendaient ce qui se passait avec nous ne peuvent pas arriver au secours, car ils ont peur. Certains d’eux sautaient dans l’eau. Ces officiers attachèrent notre pirogue à leur barque et nous conduisirent dans un endroit que je ne peux reconnaître. Pendant qu’ils nous conduisaient Edey m’a dit dans notre dialecte “mi zlon djé to” (ce qui veut dire, sautons dans l’eau). Je lui aid it: “je ne sais pas bien nager. Comment faire cela?

            Le lendemain, nous nous sommes retrouvés à la gendarmerie, accuses d’avoir attrapé les petits poisons du lac. Je ne peux même pas dire ce qui s’est passé avec nous la nuit où nous sommes comptés parmi les prisonniers. De plus, je ne peux pas compter combine de fois on m’a gifle; je suis compté comme des bridands de la prison. Qu’est-ce que j’ai fait de mal pour mériter cette punition?

Très tôt le matin, on nous donna des balais pour nettoyer toute la cour et ils nous surveillaient de près avec des batons en main comme des esclaves noirs que les Blancs maltraitaient autrefois dans leurs plantations de canne à signer. Le document se lit: “vous ètes arrêtés pour avoir capture les petits poissons du lac”. Mais Edey leur dit: “chers officiers de marine, quand le pêcheur lance son filet dans l’eau il attrape les grands et les petit poissons à la fois; comment il va dire aux petits poissons de ne pas entrer dans le filet”. ‘Tu es un imbécile, c’est comme ça qu’on parle à navy, tu ne respectes pas les gens, disent-ils”. De mon côté, je gardais silence parce que j’avais peur. Après avoir signé le document qu’ils nous ont remis de force, ils nous menacèrent d’enprisonnement si nos parents n’intervenaient pas en vingt-quatre heures. Immédiatement, je coullais des larmes en me rappelant de tout ce que maman m’avait dit concernant ce pays du Nigeria. Mais Edey me consolait de ne pas pleurer, que tout ira bien, qu’il est sûr qu’on a rien fait de mal. Je le félicite, il est un home courageux. Edey ne faisait que leur poser des questions sur ce que dit la loi et leur disait de ne pas oublier la justice divine dans les jugements. À ces mots, l’un des officiers le gifla et Edey tomba. Vraiment, Edey est un home courageux.

 

Lorsque je méditais toutes ces choses dans mon cœur, je vis Zemi et les gens de Makoko et j’appelai Edey que nos gens sont ici. Nous étions contents de voir nos gens de Makoko accompagnés du chef de village appelé “Bale”. Le chef du village et son équipe nous ont cherchés Presque dans toutes les prisons de Lagos Finalemnt on nous retrouva au poste de police de Obalende. Après tous les arrangements, ces officiers de marine nous ont liberés contre une grande somme.

 

            Après cet incident, je suis resté une semaine à la maison sans rien faire. Un jour j’ai appelé Zémi lui demandant de me trouver un autre job car la vie pour moi à Makoko devient dure et j’ai fini avec la pêche. Oui, mon petit Zannou, je vais essayer, m’a-t-il rassuré. Mais je devrai voyayer au nord du pays à kaduna pour un petit travail, et ne serai de retour qu’après trois mois. Quelle affaire! Aller à kaduna sans moi, n’est-ce pas ume trahison? Lui maanifestai-je. “Zannou”, dit-il, je ne vais pas t’abandonner comme tu le crois. Ma mission à Kaduna est de chercher du travail et si tout va bien je reviens te chercher. Mon trajet là-bas, c’est pour notre profit comprends moi. Je ne croyais pas que Zémi était sérieux. Après quatre jours, il a voyagé à Kaduna au nord du Nigeria comme prévu. Quelle situation! Je ne peux même pas imaginer pourquoi il a pris une telle decision. Ma vie à l’étranger n’est pas du tout facile, c’est une chaine d’expériences.

 

1.         Qui a dit: “ici est notre destination finale?

2.         Makoko est un village ou une ville?

3.         D’oùviennent ces pêcheurs?

4.         Est-ce que Zannou sait parler anglais?

5.         Quel est le premier travail que Zannou a fait?

6.         Quel probléme zannou a eu service?

7.         Est-ce que Zemi est content de la demission de Zannou?

8.         Qui nous a arrêtés lorsque je pêchais avec Edey au lac?

9.         Quelle est la cause de l’arrestation?

10.       Selon le texte, Edey est un homme courageux. Vrai ou faux.

 

WHAT I THINK by Eze Anthony Uchenna

What I think

 I think that the world is not equal and that it must not be equal for it to be at peace.

There must not be equality for it breeds disobedience and strife and that is why there are opposites:
For it is only natural that some become bad for good people to be known.
Without darkness, the light will not be noticed.
With the ugly people around you, one can then appreciate beauty.
If there were no black men, the white man would not have called himself white.
It is only by the presence of the poor that we know the rich.
You cannot call yourself an intelligent being without experiencing unintelligent ones.
One can only know a teacher if there are students.
Leaders don’t lead themselves, they lead the masses.
Who can say that he is tall without seeing a short man.
No one appreciates the sense of sight until he is blind.
Thieves steal from the owners,
If there were no thieves, there would be no owner.
I think that we know the saints when we might have seen a sinner.
And so, if there were no sinner, there will not be a saint.
It is by the presence of some corrupt leaders that we know the good ones.
If there were no sinners Christ would not have come.
There must be the foolish for the wise to be distinguished.
What of the doctors, would they have existed if there were no sick persons?
Even among the colours, it is from one that we know the other.
Even in the classroom, one has to take the last position for another to be at the top.
Look at the sizes in the world, it is when you see a real fat woman that you will appreciate thin women.
Is it not when you have experienced hatred that you truly value love?
That you recognize a kind act, is it not that you have already seen a wicked one?
Two combatants cannot be winners, one has to lose for the other to win.
And so, all the opposites are necessary for human existence. They are all important constituents of life and so the ugly are just as important as the beautiful, the poor as important as the rich, the bad as important as the good, the sinner as important as the saint, the thief as important as the owner etc.
As we have seen that one is as good as the other, one cannot be the best, for one needs the other for its existence. I recommend that what we should seek is to fulfill our functions for the good of humanity-be it the good or the bad, ugly or beautiful, thief or owner, rich or poor etc, for these can the world be complete. This is what I think. What do you think.?

 

Author : Eze Anthony Uchenna (Ochdon Megadon)

The Best Gifts

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• 1.     To your creator …………………….devotion
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• 2.     To your parents……………………..obedience
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• 3.     To your leaders………………………co-operation
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• 4.     To your seniors………………………respect
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• 5.     To your juniors……………………….good examples
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• 6.     To your spouse……………………….love
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• 7.     To your employer……………………hard work
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• 8.     To your friend…………………………sincerity
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• 9.     To your colleague……………………regard
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• 10.  To your opponent…………………..tolerance
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• 11.  To your customers………………….politeness
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• 12.  To your strangers…………………..hospitality
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• 13.  To your child…………………………..discipline
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• 14.   To yourself…………………………….contentment
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• 15.   To your enemy……………………….forgiveness
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• 16.     To your the needy………………….charity
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• 17.      To your to  your  ignorance………………….knowledge
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[18+] For Nigerian women only.

[18+] For Nigerian women only.
 Open letter to a girlfriend.
I will never stop loving those women who are sincere or hating those women who lie for the aim of aesthetic appreciation.
The most troubling thing in this era is the ability to distinguish between appearance and reality and that is what we are suffering today.
I am writing this from the experience I had from an intimate female friend, whom I think was acting in ignorance or in the reason of ignorance, and in order to refine further, the notion of her excusable ignorance; I learnt many things from what she said in our conversation.
In nature, women are made beautiful but they prefer HOT to beautiful. For one to be hot one has to dress half naked; that is showing off some parts of their private parts (breast, laps, buttocks etc.).
They learn these from watching Nigerian movies (Nollywood). There was a time when they showed the notion of copulation by displaying only four legs in the bed but not now.
The so called Pornographic videos are becoming synonymous to Ghanaian Videos and Nigerian videos especially in music industries.
Have you ever watched any Indian video where they display immodest dressing?
Let us learn to dress beautifully not HOTLY because hell is hot, while Heaven is Beautiful.
Remember First Bank staff cannot receive salary from Zenith Bank.
A girl once said, "I dated him for Ten GOOD
Years and he broke my heart". That is foolish. What is it that is GOOD
in those years?
Your body speaks to guys even when you are not aware, so, know how you walk because your movement attracts guys as metal fillings are attracted to a powerful magnetic field.
What shall it profit a girl to have all the Brazilian hair in the whole world and still lose her destined man to a girl on low cut who has moral value?
Don't act like you have it all, even rich men beg for pen in the bank.
That you look hot and gorgeous will not make a reasonable man change his mind on searching for a good wife.
No matter how pretty or cute your face might be, you will still be the food for
Worms....set your arrogance aside and remember 6 feet because no one lives forever.
Be Beautiful, Humble, Respect your elders, Simple and not HOT.
I love you, thanks and have God’s choicest blessings.
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Get all Best Easter Text Messages and send to your beloved ones.

Its Easter season again for the year 2016 and here are some special Happy Easter Text Messages to send to friends and loved ones. Get all Best Easter Text Messages and send to your beloved ones.

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Celebrate the day that our Savior has resurrected! Be blessed and have a meaningful Easter.

Easter is a Holy day, not just a Holiday. Have a wonderful Easter!




Calories from Easter candy don’t count. It’s a well-known scientific fact. Seriously, look it up.Celebrate Christ for he is Risen. Happy Easter to you and your family!

Easter is a reason to live and Easter is something to celebrate every day of your life.
Spring is in the air and a new day is dawning. May all of your Easter wishes come true.

Praise God — Christ is Risen! May you feel the blessed for the forgiveness of sin that Easter symbolizes.

Easter is a time of new life for all that we celebrate at this time of the year.

Easter is more than just eggs and candy. It is also about peace, love, and family.

Easter spells out hope for the coming of Jesus. May you have a blessed Easter.

Enjoy the Easter eggs. Happy Easter to you and your family!

Feel blessed because a new life is given to you today! Happy Easter!

He makes all things new again. May new things come your way this Easter season. God Bless You!

Happy Easter! Let’s celebrate the salvation that the resurrection brings.

Have an awesome Easter. Have fun Easter egg hunting and hanging out with family.

He is risen! Christ has defeated death and sin. Have a wonderful Easter!

Here’s to hoping this Easter holiday brings your family health, happiness, and lots of love.

Hop! Rejoice! Jesus Christ has risen for you! Happy Easter to you and your family!

Jesus gives us reason to celebrate the true meaning of Easter.
Jesus rose again just as the roses rise after each Winter.
Live your life to the fullest! It costs Jesus’ life for us to live. Have a wonderful Easter!


 May all the joys of This glorious season Be yours. Happy Easter!

May everyday be as colorful as Easter because of the resurrection of our Savior.

May the Lord bless your home with happiness and unwavering faith this Easter.

May the resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ, bring love and happiness to you.

May the spirit of the Lord fill your home this Easter and all the rest of your days.




May this Easter be your happiest celebration ever! I wish you a very happy Easter!

May this special time bring reflection on all that is God in your life! Happy Easter!

May you be blessed with God’s warm love and trust in his living grace this Easter.

May you be blessed with good health, love, longevity and prosperity this Easter.

May you feel the love that God gave you when he conquered death.

May you have a day as sweet as you. Have a wonderful Easter!

May your hearts be filled with peace and joy this Easter. Happy Easter.

Open your heart to the Lord and He will not leave you! You are special to Him.
Rejoice, for the Savior of the world has risen. Happy Easter to you and your family.
 May all of your dreams and wishes come true this Easter.
Spread hope, faith and love all around you this Easter. Have a Happy Easter.

The Easter bunny is hopping… no, he’s hoping you have a wonderful Easter.

This Easter I’m sending you these three wishes…Peace, Joy, and Love.

We hope you have a wonderful Easter, filed with happiness, peace and love!
Wishing you a very Happy Easter that is filled with plenty of love and happiness.
Wishing you an Easter that is bright, happy, and filled with the contentment of the Lord.
Wishing you and your family the happiest Easter of all. God bless you now and always. 
The growing trees, the new flowers

    And birds that sweetly sing

    Whisper to me that it’s Easter

    Here is wishing warmth for your soul

    On Easter and always!

    Happy Easter

 

 

   The Easter feeling does not end,

    it signals a new begging of nature spring

    and brand new life of friendship.

    Happy Easter to My Best Friend!

 

    O the Easter bells are gladly ringing,

    Let the whole world join the happy lay,

    Let the hills & vales break forth in singing,

    Christ, the Lord of Life, is risen today.

 

    Easter brings Fun, Easter bring Happiness,

    Easter brings God Endless Blessings,

    Easter brings fresh love…

    Happy Easter 2 U, with all best wishes!

 

    Please accept my Easter greeting

    with love& joy

    2 lighten ur burdens

    & give u more joy

    Happy Easter to You My Friend

 

    Let this joy of Easter fill up ur heart,

    Today& the whole year ahead.

    May u live a long life and

    May Easter come in ur life 100 times.

    Happy Easter!

 

    Songs of Easter ringing clear,

    Telling of the Savior Dear

    Once He died on Calvary’s tree

    Then arose 4 you and me.

    Jesus is risen, Jesus is risen, Jesus is risen,

    He rose for you and me.

 

    May Lord bless you on

    this auspicious day of Easter,

    and May it be a new beginning

    of greater prosperity,

    success and happiness.

    Wish you a Happy Easter

 

    Wishing U a Very “HAPPY EASTER”

    With Love And Best Wishes..

    May That EASTER Day Brings

    LOT of Happiness And JOYS in ur LIFE.

    May u Live Long LIFE…

    And That EASTER day Will comes in UR life Hundred Times…

    Remember me in ur prayers..

 

    When i'm lifted up,

    I shall draw all men to myself.

    His assurance has risen us in EASTER

    to salvation,love,peace,joy,hope &

    break through in our life in JESUS REXURECTION.

 

    May the angels protect u

    may the sadness forget u

    may goodness surround u

    & may God always bless u

    Happy Easter.

 

    whenever you feel sadness in your HEART

    blackness in your EYES

    paleness on your FACE

    fragrance in your it shows you are suffering lack of vitamin "ME"

 

    Easter is a promise

    God renews to us in each spring.

    May the promise of Easter

    fill your heart with peace & joy!

    Happy Easter!

 

    May Lord bless you on

    This auspicious day of Easter,

    And May it be a new beginning

    Of greater prosperity,

    Success and happiness.

    Wish you a Happy Easter

 

    Easter is Jesus’s victory over death.

    His resurrection symbolizes de eternal life dat is granted 2 all who believe in Him.

    Fellow believers,

    I wish u all happy Easter.

 

    A Day When Cheer And Gladness Blend

    When Heart Meets Heart And Friend Meets Friend.

    Happy Easter

 

    The Easter Feeling Does Not End,

    It Signals A New Beginning Of Nature Spring

    And Brand New Life Of Friendship.

    Happy Easter To My Best Friend!

 

    Let every man and woman count himself immortal. Let him catch the revelation of Jesus in his resurrection. Let him say not merely, "Christ is risen," but "I shall rise." - Phillips Brooks

 

    The cross of Christ shows us that God's love is of deepest descent...universal distribution and of eternal duration. - Dr. Fred Barlow

 

    Jesus cannot forget us; we have been graven on the palms of his hands. - Lois Picillo

 

    Christianity begins where religion ends...with the resurrection - Herbert Booth Smith

 

    The stone was rolled away from the door, not to permit Christ to come out, but to enable the disciples to go in." - Peter Marshall

 

    The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances. - Robert Flatt

 

    Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won't stay there. - Clarence W. Hall

 

    Where man sees but withered leaves, God sees sweet flowers growing. - Albert Laighton