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Monday, November 30, 2009


Leggy, i told you this picture would be a better one. See, I can balance out the pictures I use.
So guys, yall know my personality on this blog. I say stuff that sometimes provokes thought or in more cases it draws the ire of some people. My point is this, I challenge everything even my own beliefs, I contradict myself daily and I damn sure would not die for none of my beliefs because I might be wrong. Simple and short, I keep an extremely OPEN MIND. And most people usually say that they have "open minds" but why is it when you criticise those very people's beliefs, they now start to vex? Like forreal, if anybody criticised anything I believed in, I would honestly listen to what they had to say. There is no belief that I hold that close to heart, that I would not be willing to listen to it being criticised. But with most of you religious people, it's like yall cannot bear to have your beliefs questioned. Why is that?
Anywayz sha, back to my main point. Yesterday, after watching the soul awards on BET, Pastor Joel Osteen came on and he was preaching and stuff. So anywayz, i went on facebook and my friend put this on her status "Joel Osteen is a true man of God and he is a blessing", now I have no problem with her status, but then somebody else now came on her status and said that Joel Osteen was not a true man of God because he refused to condemn homosexuality hence, Joel Osteen was a false prophet.
The statement made by this person had me laughing my head off, so please yall remember the story of Ted Haggard, he was the evangelist who was disgraced after he was discovered sleeping with a male prostitute. My point is, if nobody had discovered that this man had been sleeping with a male prostitute, he would have continued to be seen as a "TRUE MAN OF GOD"? Mind you, this very same evangelist had been the same one who had blasted homosexuals and homosexuality, he was the very same evangelist who said said homosexuals were headed to hell. Now, that it was discovered that he was ehn a homosexual leaning individual himself, suddenly he had become a false prophet in the minds of all his congregation. Can you imagine, from being a TRUE MAN OF GOD he had gone to being a FALSE PROPHET. Chai, how the mighty have fallen, see how easy it is for a "True man of God" to fall down to the level of a "False Prophet"? Anywayz, am sure yall now see my point.
Now unto another thing I was thinking about earlier today, when a human being claims to be three people in one, the doctors diagnose such a person as suffering from "Multiple-Personality Disorder" but when a God claims to be a father, son and Holy Spirit basically three people in one, it is diagnosed as a "HOLY TRINITY", and when an individual like myself questions such a line of reasoning, people call me an atheist lmao. But please can you guys follow my train of thought, if God can be three people in one, why can't some of the human beings who he "created in his own image" also be three people in one? I mean, if anybody is suffering from a disorder it should be the "Creator" not the "Creation". But now, I say something like this and people will say "I cannot believe you would say such a thing", but why not? I have made a fairly reasonable and logical argument against something but most of you will still disagree with my logic. And everyone is definitely entitled to disagree with my logic, but I would implore all of to prove to me that your disagreement with my argument makes logical sense. If your going to disagree with me, don't tell me that the ways of God are not the ways of Man. . I saw this quote on Blasphemy's facebook page and thought I would share "

Sunday, November 29, 2009



Nobody should vex over the picture o, I thought it was funny so I thought I would share.
I was just thinking about this yesterday, but seriously can you imagine if one of the children of Nigerian Pastors like Adeboye of Redeemed, Chris Okotie, Oyedepo of Canaanland etc turned out to be gay? Lmao, water go get enemy that day. I can seriously envision them pastors holding deliverance sessions to deliver their children from the demon of homosexuality. Moreover, if the deliverance no work, then they will pata pata kill the child and send the child to his/her maker, because those pastors would rather salvage their reputation than to have one of their kids be homosexual. What do you guys think? I swear, if God had a sense of humor he would strike one of their children gay just to see what they would do. Lol my God is a comedian, playin too an audience to afraid to laugh.
For those of you living in yankee, do you remember the story of the evangelist in Yankee who was discovered with a gay male prostitute in bed? Mind you, this is the same hypocritical evangelist who had railed against homosexuals from his pulpit daily. Anywayz, when they found out his own ass was gay to, they kicked him out and now he lives in an apartment with his family. From Grace to serious Grass.

I finally watched 2012 and I watched New Moon on the same day, New Moon wasn't all that, but 2012 was off tha chain. Human Compassion again is a joke, it was @ the last minute that all of them suddenly developed a conscience and decided to take those people on board? After they had let all the other people on earth die, their consciences finally kicked into action. Double Hiss...Mind you, more than half of the people on board where people who had paid a billion euros to be able to live after everyone had died. Those people did not deserve any compassion whatsoever, but anywayz the movie sha was great. As i said, I thank God that they waited until I graduated in 2012 before the world would end. U never know, having a bachelor's degree might make the difference in whether I am a choir member in the heavenly choir or whether I am one of the boys who cleans drums in heaven. So for those of you who have not gotten your degree, go and get it now. Taynement sent me this link of an atheist guy who gets paid $5 by people, to go and comfort/preach to their relatives and friends about Jesus after rapture has taken the christians away. You know how christians preach to friends and family and they don't listen until it is to late, this guy is then paid to go tell those family members, "I told you so" on behalf of their ascended christian friends and relatives. Pretty cool huh? Well seeing as I myself will be staying here after rapture, you guys can contact me to be your contact for relatives and friends who might be left behind. :)

Guys I have a problem, I SUCK @ comforting people. Like I seriously suck, I am so infatuated with truth that I take it as far as possible. Lets say the father of a good friend of mine died, count on me to not be the person who would lie and say "Oh your dad is in a better place, or he is in heaven". I will be the person saying "Idk where your papa went to o, all I know is that he is dead and that is the end of the matter"And you know I am the type of person who thinks twice before puttin "God" in any statement of mine. Like today on facebook, one of my friends said God spoke to her on her status and revealed something to her. And me, being the pessimist that I am, I wanted to know if our almighty had a baritone voice or a high tenor voice, but then she disappointed me by telling me that God spoke to her through people. And the funny thing is, when people say they heard a voice in their head and it was God who spoke to them concerning a matter, how do they know that it is God speaking to them? I mean it could very well be the devil himself speaking to you, how does one know without a shadow of a doubt that it is God speaking to them? *Btw, wat in God's name is a "shadow" of a doubt? Why would "doubt" have a shadow? Sigh, the people that come up with these sayings self, need Jesus in their lives.*

Now to a more personal matter, I am definitely one of those people who tends to not "send" people. If you threaten to live my life, I will show you the door myself. Given the nature of my character and personality I happen to say or do stuff that makes my friends question the kind of person I am. And I don't blame them, sometimes I forgive people who say hurtful stuff to me based on my opinions or joke, it comes with the territory. Lotsa people want to hurt me, that is the price I pay for being a loud mouth. So I do not feel pity for myself, neither do I blame people who can't take the kind of person I am and decide to walk out of my life. it is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for what you are not. That is my motto in life, and I stick to it. I have very good real friends, and sometimes I might do something that'll make them threaten to cut off our friendship, and I always find it funny when people do that. Like for example, one of my friends who might prolly read this, texted me the other day and said "Our friendship is over", me to I texted back "Ok". What I should have texted is, "Ok, and so what? Wetin come happen? I should go and die now because our friendship is over? My point is this, if people you call your close friends do not know the type of person you are and act surprised when you do/say something crazy, then please do not bother trying to hold unto them. If they do not know you by now, they will never know you.

I think I am suppose to end this post on a lighter note, and I will leave you guys with a quote my friend Rebecca told me. "There are a lot of fake people in this life and when you find somebody that is real and not fake, hold unto them as strong as you can and never let them go".

Friday, November 27, 2009


So before I start, yall should forgive me for what I am about to type in the next few sentences.

I am thankful that God ignored the cries of all the poor starving people across the world who could not eat due to lack of food because by ignoring their cries God has made them able to stay trim and they would not need to exercise to lose any excess calories from all the food over thanksgiving. Damn my sense of humor is CRUDE!!. Lmao!!!  Yall should follow me and laugh o, cus it's funny. (Ok maybe it was not that funny, sheesh)
Anywayz, mehn this thanksgiving was fun, I have vowed not to use pepper to eat anything again. Come and see the pepper my aunt put in this her stew, like OMG my whole mouth was on fire like I could not eat it. Tears were streaming down my face, I had to drink a whole lot of water filled with Ice. I refused to die this thanksgiving.

Yesterday, I had to mediate between two of my female friends who had started hating on each other over this one guy and again it really does amaze me how females always find it easier to fight over a guy, when the guy is ultimately the one @ fault. The guy was playing both of them, and instead of them to focus on showing the guy pepper they are @ each other's throats. I weep for the female species, like sometimes the daftness which some females exhibit makes me wonder if yall really descended from a smart woman like Eve.

So, I resolved not to inform the partner of my friend that my friend is cheating on her, because @ the end of the day I am a coward, lol and I really do not have time for wahala right now. As you all know, when two or three Nigerians are gathered, there must be DRAMA in their midst.

Yall should gist me about the good black friday deals you got? What did those of you living in Yankee buy?

So on my ipod, I have a playlist for christian songs. Please can someone let me know if that makes me a hypocrite? Lol because some of them christian songs be slamming lol, just the other day at the club they were playing "STOMP" by Kirk Franklin. See people grinding to the music lol, might I add that they were grinding in the "lord".

Lol I saw this quote on Otunba's facebook status, what do you guys think "Behind every successful man is a surprised woman, a gold digger and a nymphomaniac"

Btw, I am grateful to all of you readers for the support all of you have given to me. I am a relative newbie to blogsville and I must say I've really felt welcomed here. Yall ROCK!!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Before I go on, last night I was overcome by serious panic attacks concerning death. Personally, I am not scared of death neither am I scared of dying but I realised yesterday that I am deathly afraid of people close to me dying. So I and my brother have a sort of "love-hate" relationship. We find it mad hard to be affectionate with each other, if my brother is nice to me I get suspicious and if am nice to him he gets suspicious. But yesterday, I realised that I would not know what to do with myself if my brother was to die before I did. I would be so crushed, because God knows I've taken that fool for granted so many many times. So yesterday, I texted this fool right and after I was done texting I debated hard about whether I should let him know that I love him. At the end of the debate sha, I decided that ti was to early to start all this lovey-dovey stuff with him because I knew he would text back asking if I was "Ok".  And he would want to know, when we started becoming "lovey dovey" siblings lol. Btw, people around me have been doing nice things for me, like they give me stuffs for free and they do favors for me and it's freaking me out. When did people start being so "NICE"? Like am mad suspicious right now, like people around me this days just say nice things, do nice things and give me gifts also. You know in Naija, dem go talk say maybe they have planned to kill me for ritual that is why they are buttering me up lwkm.

Ok guys so you know am the guy that claims to like truth and blah blah blah blah.Lately sha, I have hit upon a lil tinsy bitsy snag.

What would you guys do, if you had a male or female friend who was scheduled to get married to their respectice fiance/fiancee's but who was a cheater. As in, your friend is the one who is doing the cheating, not their partner.  Normally, it's the partner of your friend doing the cheating but in this case it's your own friend doing the cheating.
Basically, your friend has cheated on his/her partner but you've not told the partner that your friend did such a thing. My question is: Would you go and tell the fiance/fiancee of your friend that their partner has cheated on them? This question also applies to Relationships, not only marriages.
Because I know of somebody who is suppose to marry a female but the guy is cheating on his partner and they are about to get married. I was just watching this show in which the friend had to tell the other fiance that his fiancee was cheating on him. And I asked myself, whether I would have the liver to do the same, and I realised that I would not. I mean, can you imagine planning all those stuffs for the wedding and on the day of the wedding a baggar individual decides to let the cat out of the bag? I would kill the person who did that if it was my own wedding. If your going to tell me something like that, tell me a week before the wedding not on the day of the wedding itself. Shey you guys feel me?
Oya I want to hear yall's thoughts on this issue. Would you or would you not let the partner of your friend know that your friend was cheating on him/her. Cus me I would feel guilty knowing that I had just doomed an innocent person to be married for life with a cheat when I could have prevented that.

Moreover, why is it females who know their male friends are cheating on their female partners never ever go inform the female partner that her man is cheating? What happened to sisterhood? Women do not stick up for themselves anymore. I feel that if you know your male friend is cheating on his girl, you should go let his girl know. Afterall, if you where in her shoes you would want somebody to tell you would you not? Some girls wouldn't want to know sha, lol I know a babe who knows that her boo is cheating on her but she has adopted a strategy of living in denial. "See no Evil, Hear no Evil" kinda babe. What do you guys think?

Sunday, November 22, 2009


This post is going to be about my thoughts lol, so I'll basically be rambling and ranting also.

1.So I was watching "Bridge to Terabitha" and if you've not watched the movie before, go and google it. I am to lazy to explain what the movie was about. But for those of us who have been privileged to watch the movie, I honestly felt that everybody wishes there was a magical world in which they could live in, in which everything would be AWESOME!!  And I honestly really really do miss my childhood, like everytime I see kids I hope and wish that they never grow up to experience this bad bad world. Why did that little girl die in this movie? Are they mad? I spend my saturday night watching this movie and this is what it amounts to? I thank God I never believed in happy endings anyway. Even when i read novels, I get thoroughly disgusted when they have happy endings. What fuckerey? Lmao.. Life is not about happy endings, it's definitely about sad endings.. (Pictures some people wondering what kind of bitter childhood I must have gone through.. Lmao). I had a perfect childhood btw.

2. I've come to the realisation that nobody judges me harder than myself, like I judge myself and critique myself everyday it's ridiculous.I try very hard to live by the saying 'To thine own self be true' and to live life for myself because, ultimately, no one else is going to get anything out of it but me.  And I think that because I am able to critique myself at every given moment, I feel entitled to judge others completely and totally without feeling bad with myself. So guys, if you ever feel that I have a mean-streak now you know why. I am entitled to be MEAN!

3. So I was reading parts of the Quran the other day, and I was just struck by the account of Genesis as recorded in the Quran and there was this one part of a chapter that struck me. It basically talks about people who have known much yet at the end have known nothing. I just felt that that particular quote was referring to me, I know that I am smart but at the same time I realise that I do not know everything. What disturbed me about that quote was the fact that after everything we learn, the numerous PHDs, or Bachelor degrees that we earn do not matter at the end of the day when we finally die. Death will not spare anybody just because one person has a PHD and because the other has a high school diploma because death is definitely no respecter of persons.

4. I am highly amused with the concept of "lying", why do people lie? What motivates people to lie. On the news channels, they bring people in to analyse stuff and people blatantly lie on T.V. Most of the people on T.V get paid to lie to people and they do it without remorse. Most of the time, the people doing the lying actually start to see the lie as truth. People lie, it is as simple as that. Some like to lie for the effect it has; others lie without knowing it, in other to protect themselves from scruitiny; still others lie to themselves.Personally, I lie a lot and am not ashamed to admit it. A lot of people are in the same boat, and I've actually taken to forgiving people who lie to me, seeing as I take almost everything people tell me as lies anyway. There is a reason why this blog is aptly named "Truth don die", because I honestly do believe that Truth is Dead in almost every aspect of our society. Females want you to lie to them, Males want you to stroke their ego, life is basically about stroking egos and lying to people so as to make people feel important with their useless selfs. Moreover, this days when I watch the news and listen to people talk I try to decipher the lies from the fragments of truth lying within their stories. If one person believes a story, it becomes a truth for him. It’s difficult to determine what happened as opposed to what people thought happened, wanted to happen, felt should have happened. And this is how truth is lost.

5. I am not trying to rag on females, but honestly a relationship based totally on "Truth" is doomed to failure. As a guy, if you are honest 100% of the time with your female partner the lifespan of your relationship is give or take 9 months. I already reached the conclusion a long time ago that females are allergic to truth, so I just lie and keep on lying most of the time. At the end of the day, I avoid wahala for myself and the babe in question remains happy innit? So nobody loses.

6. I laugh at these silly animal rights commercials on T.V. They play corny songs and expect people to feel compassion for the poor cats and dogs and proceed to donate money to such a cause. I for one feel that people who donate to animal rights organisations are STUPID!!. Person never finish donating to humans, na animals person wan donate to? So stupid. Did yall know that that whole animal rights ish is close to 1 billion dollars in donation? Can you imagine?

7. Anywayz, but I urge all of you readers never to misplace the trust people place in you. Value your good friends and value their friendship. And please please please, learn to forgive your friends no matter what they do to you. People die everyday mehn, trust me you do not want to be the loser who neglected to forgive a friend just because over some money, or some guy or some girl. Remember the good times you had with people and cherish them. No matter how good a friend is, they are going to hurt you once in a while so please FORGIVE O.

8. In this life, you are going to get misunderstood, people will say spiteful and mean things to you but never ever let those things get to you. Sometimes, the criticism made about you might actually be true, and if it is true try to work towards changing it. I found this quote about criticism "Don't mind criticism. If it is untrue, disregard it; if unfair, keep from irritation; if it is ignorant, smile; if it is justified it is not criticism, learn from it."

9. On the subject of crying, I use to consider crying a big PUSSY move, like a very very big PUSSY move. Infact, if you were a guy and you cried something was automatically wrong with you in my opinion. But this days, I've come to see that it takes a strong man and woman to cry. Crying is not weakness, rather it is strength. Even though I have not been able to bring myself to cry for anything,  I no longer judge people for crying. I just hope nobody or no baggar babe ever calls my fone again wanting to cry over something. I hate when babes do that, like seriously come on.... Who wants to spend a significant portion of their night allotted sleep time comforting your sorry ass. You should have had the wisdom to pick a better boyfriend, and if the dude is the reason that you are bugging me from enjoying my sleep then he is DEFINITELY not worth it.

Oya, am done Ranting lmao. Gosh, I need to improve on this ranting thing. Bubbles what letter grade would you give this rant of mine?

Friday, November 20, 2009



So I have honestly come to the conclusion that "Black People" are (Idk the word to use) but I will settle for "DENSE". Honestly, like black people find it so easy to HATE, and other people use our HATE for each other to manipulate us.
Anywayz, in my school the other day this Black pastor came for this educational seminar thing and after he finished talking I asked him whether he would marry a "gay couple" and this man said. "No, I would not marry a gay couple, because my "personal beliefs" will not allow me to marry them.
I swear to Allah I almost flipped, like I thought he would say something like "his religion" stops him from giving them marriage and then maybe we could discuss on that front, but this dude had the audacity to say his "personal beliefs" stop him from marrying gays. So, after the whole thing me and a group of students where now discussing about what he had said and we pointed out that it was the same "PERSONAL BELIEFS" that the justice of peace in lousiana had for not wanting to marry "interracial couples", it was also that very same "personal beliefs" that made it illegal for interracial couples to get married in this country. It was also those same "personal beliefs" that made it possible for the blacks in these country to be enslaved for close to 100 years.
Please I am here to remind you all, that just because you have a "personal belief" does not mean you have to act on it, because your personal belief might be stopping a group of people from being happy. In the 2008 elections in California, a proposition called Prop 8 was put on the ballot. This proposition would ban gay marriage from the state entirely. The proposition passed with a vote percentage of 51% to 49%. The vote was so close, and it passed because BLACKS in the state voted overwhelmingly to ban gay marriage. OVERWHELMINGLY!! Lmao blacks make me laugh, so the very same people who for years fought for equality and rights now turned around and denied equality and rights to another minority. Such Irony, my yoruba friend would say IRO NI!! So they asked one of those baggar black voters why he voted to ban gay marriage, this baggar said the exact same thing that black pastor said. ""I think it's mainly because of the way we were brought up in the church; we don't agree with it," said Jasmine Jones, 25, who is black. "I'm not really the type that I wanted to stop people's rights. But I still have my beliefs, and if I can vote my beliefs that's what I'm going to do." another black voter said this  " "God doesn't approve it, so I don't approve it. And I approve of Him." 

So the first commenter said he voted on his beliefs, and I've already tackled that line of reasoning, the second comment is what riled me up. "God does not approve of it"??? U have got to be shitting me, again I repeat blacks are dense. Wasn't it the same bible that "whites" used to justify slavery? Didn't whites also claim that God approved of slavery? NEWSFLASH!!! People have always declared human judgements as divine commandments. Even the same bible put down women in the old testament, but do we follow it? No. What is the obsession with "CHURCH" among the black community? I am not saying that we as "blacks" should not go to church or be christians etc, but we should have common sense nah. We should know by now that it is so easy to use the bible to deny people rights, so we as a people should never EVER use the bible to deny anybody rights, because we have seen firsthand where that leads to. Moreover, gay couples being married does not AFFECT anybody one bit. So I don't understand why this thing is taking so long? Are people really that hateful and spiteful?

In Nigeria, the gay church that was created in Lagos was BURNT down. Why? Can't gay people be christians as well? Am telling you, when it comes to religion, nigerians and africans in general like to OVERDO it. Blasphemy gave me this quote about "Religion" in Nigeria.
"In Nigeria, religion is an event for many persons, not a way of life even when they pretend that it is. There is a yawning gap between private and public morality that explains individual and group attitudes. It is a contradiction that outsiders may find puzzling but which means nothing to us at home."
You can't have every baggar out there acting upon their "PERSONAL BELIEFS". Ok, I have a personal belief that I myself am the best thing since slice bread, it's a BELIEF!!! and that's what it will always remain, a BELIEF!!..
In conclusion, if your "Personal Belief" brings misery and suffering and pain to anybody or any group, then your belief is not RIGHT! CAPICHE...

P.S: I wrote this in such a hurry, because my ass has to watch this show of mine. Forgive any mistakes o.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Make una come see me see trouble lol, so yesterday I put this up on my facebook status:
"I feel that nowadays it's becomin really hard 4 young men 2 be faithful while in a relationship.It just makes me wonder how our fore-fathers and fathers managed to stay faithful. Wat is the secret to staying faithful?.On the other hand,our fore-fathers/fathers might have been cheatin also.I mean dat "business trip" might not really have been a "business trip".If u catch my drift??Hehehe"

So well it caused wahala small, and one of the commenters asked "Whether cheating was good or bad"?
I replied by saying that in some cases cheating is a good thing, afterall Mary cheated on Joseph with the Holy Spirit in other for Jesus to come.
 Omo come and see the can of worms I opened up, and people were telling me that I was so wrong for saying that, but they agreed I had a point sha. It always amuses me how people are able to get so easily riled up when you make fun of their religion. What exactly does it matter if Mary cheated? It's not as if anybody is going to stop believing in Jesus because his mom was a cheat.
And please, before anybody gets it twisted lol. Mary the Mother of Jesus Christ, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords cheated on her husband with the Holy Spirit. But seriously, I can't believe that I waited this long before I realised that Mary cheated on her husband, it really doesn't matter who she cheated on him with, all na CHEATING!!... Cheat with Dog o, cheat with cat, cheat with cow, cheat with horse, cheat with devil himself at the end of the whole palava, the label is still cheating.
My fellow christians, admit that Mary was a cheat and we will end the matter there.
The picture above shows the termination letter Joseph gave to Mary, before God threatened him to take her back lmao..

Yall should check out my homeboy's blog Harry..
U might find it very intriguing..

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Pale Velvet!!!

A September wind howled and ripped apart our aging pine trees on the night I awakened in my dead wife’s garden. Titian leaves and clumps of black earth covered my neck and hands, and as I raised myself from my recumbent position, I realized that, despite my large frame, I was miniscule, one man sandwiched between the roaring thunder of an angry, charcoal sky and dark rain falling in corrugated sheets on sparse grass. One quick eruption of light tore the clouds asunder and I saw that my cobblestone house stood behind me, completely aloof.

For some reason, that night I hadn’t dreamt of my late wife, Evelyn. Instead, I had dreamed of Marie, a young nurse at the hospital with yellow ringlets that curled for days. In an ugly and terrible dream, my head lay on her shoulder and I closed my hands around her chest. But after I had positioned myself on top of her, noting in the dream that she smelled nothing like my late wife, she had sprang out from underneath me and thrown herself onto the wooden floor, screaming like a banshee and pulling at her hair, which fell around her in golden clumps, and I had watched in horror as her nude, pink body turned grey and shriveled into a heap of ash. The pile of grey powder had solidified and crawled toward me, laid a thin hand on my thigh and pointed its small, perfect teeth in my direction. And at that point I had awakened in damp soil amidst a storm, wondering at myself.

However, I did find our cream sheets to be occupied when I crept back, sopping wet, into our bedroom. A petite figure lay curled like a full-grown foetus in our sturdy mahogany bed, and I watched it breathe in shock. Then I recollected that Marie had quickly agreed to accompany me home from the hospital, her high cheekbones reddening under her hopeful eyes, strong eyes like the sienna crags of Ireland. But for all the ambition that her wantonness implied, she couldn’t dust, scrub, or clean dishes. The needles and bandages that she sterilized always had to be sterilized again, and the veteran nurses followed after her when she cleaned the operating rooms. Nevertheless, that night marked six months exactly of leaden grief and guilt, and I had tired of sleeping in our bed alone.

I moved towards Marie and grabbed a thin shoulder, but nothing happened. I shook her but her mouth fell open and she began to snore. “Marie, get up,” I said, firmly, and her eyelids parted. She stretched and flashed me a heavy smile that I did not return.

“Good morning, Dr. Pennamon,” she yawned smugly, and she giggled. “I could call you ‘Robert’ now, right? Or maybe even ‘Robbie?’ Maybe today we—”

“What happened yesterday?”

“Nothing, sir,” she pouted, and her smile faded. “You drank a lot of port and, well, so did I, and we lay down here but then you fell asleep. I woke up some time later but you were gone.”

“I didn’t touch you?”

“No,” she said, and she looked up at me expectantly. For a moment, the room was silent except for the scraping of sharp branches against a window and the pounding of soaked birds falling on the rooftop. Evelyn’s terrier, Raven, howled from somewhere in the household, and the hollow sound reverberated as I crossed my arms.



“Gather your things. When the storm settles, I will have you driven to wherever you need to be.”

“Sir, you want me to… leave, sir?”

“Yes,” I said.

“But, sir,” Marie said, leaning forward. “It’s only a quarter past six. Surely we—”

“Gather your things and one of my stable hands will take you home in a covered carriage.” I said, but before I left I saw a dark spot on the pillowcase stitched by Evelyn for our first anniversary. I looked at Marie and imagined her poor, filthy saliva, and my throat tightened.

“But, Robbie, won’t you—”

“Get out!” I roared, and she scurried from the bed in her undergarments, wringing her podgy hands.

After she left I straightened our scattered sheets, and a choking weight released me. I washed my face with icy water from a steel pitcher and donned a heavy black suit with a stiff, white cravat—the uniform of a respected professional. In a nearby mirror I put my watch and chain into my coat pocket, and adjusted gold spectacles over my crooked nose. Through the one window in our bedroom, I could see the maples outside bending under the wrath of the sullen rain. I didn’t have to work until eight, but since I was awake I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I, Dr. Robert Pennamon, opened my leather notebook of surgeries and appointments and looked over my schedule for the day.

When I went downstairs and into the kitchen, a maid named Rebecca set me a plate of hot veal and potatoes on the table, and I nodded for her to leave. But she paused, like the servants always did, to see if I would say grace, and I thought of Evelyn bending her frail neck and folding her lovely hands.

“Go,” I said, frowning. And at the wave of my hand, she went, looking over her shoulder as she did so.

My servants hated me. Some of them were devout Catholics, and would talk of me as a tyrannous infidel, muttering insolent prayers behind me when they thought I couldn’t hear. Other servants loathed me as for my heritage, for the fact that I was wealthy in spite of my hungry past in Ireland. But their trembling supplications and curses were only like pebbles to me: useless and amusing. When a man has endured days and weeks without food, first in his own homeland and then on the way to another—when he has seen grown men shed tears and women and children alike suffer beyond reason, he is not easily offended. I was twelve when we left our blighted farm for London in 1840, and after the death of my mother and one of my sisters, I watched my solemn father and began to value his rationality. I ignored the taunts of my British peers and excelled at a charity school by chasing intellect and stability. Eventually, my hard work took me to medical school, from which I graduated despite my red hair and crooked speech. But after marrying Evelyn, I softened. However, it was her unfair death that would leave me bereaved and return me to my senses; I could not see the truth in a spirit that would take my wife away.

In an hour came a knock at the front door that would have been Dr. Williams. Sure enough, when I turned the brass knob and pulled the door open, a stench of rotten strawberries pinched my nose. I staggered back into the foyer and almost tripped on Raven, who had galloped over at the sound of the door to show me her affections.

“Well, good morning!” laughed Horace. “Come, come; why the long face? There are patients to heal, women to see; it is a new day in 1854, my man—look alive!”

Horace slapped my back, and bragged as we stepped out of the house about the appendectomy that he’d performed and the new equipment from Switzerland that he’d used to do it. We stepped into my Berlin carriage and rode off into the orange countryside, and the earth was still masked in a wet sheet of grey. Despite the cold, I would have preferred to ride bareback. But Horace had told me years ago that that was unprofessional, and many years before that I had learned that Horace knew everything. My corpulent friend had the bulbous nose and jellied chin of a wealthy Englishman—a son of a wealthy lawyer, to be exact. Yet Horace lived undaunted by his grotesque appearance, and he spent his earnings and his inheritance without reserve, knowing that he would always have plenty. Naturally, one might expect that I would resent Horace. But in the years since our meeting at London University, no pure hatred had manifested itself, so I allowed that I would foster the relationship until it came. For despite our differing backgrounds, Horace Williams and I were quite the same. We were both loners, distant from society because of our voracious appetites for success.

“…and so Lord Buckingham invited me to perform—Robert? Robert, are you listening to me?” Horace leaned over and exhaled meaty fumes as the padded seats of the black carriage squealed under his weight. “What is the matter with you?”

I felt my breakfast fall like sunken rocks to the bottom of my stomach. “I did not sleep well yesterday.”


“I walked in my sleep, again.”

Horace frowned. “But—did you not sleep with her?” I shook my head. “But I told you to— it has been six months, and I thought if you—”


“What are you so afraid of? God—”

“I’m not afraid. And I don’t believe in God.”

“So you say. But the reason for your somnambulism is stress, and as I have told you many times, God has given mankind a cure for stress that never fails. Do you know how many angry men I have ‘cured’ simply by giving them twenty shillings and sending them to a brothel?”

“I’m not angry,” I said.

“Yes you are. But like so many others, she is gone and for your own sake you need to move on and, if necessary, marry another.”

My skin prickled. How could I possibly explain myself to a man who had no shame? I had not wanted to invite the nurse home, but I also had not wanted to spend another night alone. Sleeping unaccompanied meant feverish dreams and visions that left me cold and shaking at various hours in the morning. Yet a small part of me relished those nightmares, because only through them did I still have Evelyn.

Horace paused his lecture and threw up his hands. “Robert, listen to me—for God’s sakes, my man, she was only a woman—worth nothing more than a coin!”

Suddenly my hands flew at his gelatinous neck and squeezed until pale folds of flesh poked out of my fingers. I couldn’t see Horace choking in front of me, for whatever light there was in the dim carriage had evaporated with the rise of my fury.

But then the carriage stopped, and a knock sounded from the outside. I let go of Horace and straightened my coat while he gasped for air, and the door opened. According to my driver, we had arrived at Mrs. Canterbury’s.

Mrs. Canterbury was an old widow who lived with her daughter, Keri, on a crowded plot of brambles, briar, and brush. She was known for the great murder of crows that lived among the Judas trees crouching around her home, and also for the number of Sundays that she was absent from Mass. I knew her delinquencies from service and other social functions were due to her arthritis and chronic bronchitis and not from any lingering doubts or traces of paganism, but I appreciated her mutterings nonetheless. One of the crows screeched as me and Horace, both red-faced and feeling foolish, made our way up a rocky dirt path and into her home.

Upon our entrance, the floorboards creaked and Mrs. Canterbury stilled her rocking chair.

“Hello, gentlemen,” she said, and we nodded. “What a lovely Sunday morning in September!”

“It’s Monday, mother,” whimpered a shapely, peach-skinned lady standing in the room. She adjusted the knitting in Mrs. Canterbury’s wobbling hands.

“Keri?” said Mrs. Canterbury, and she smiled into the distance.

I opened my black medical kit and set aside my various instruments on a nearby wooden table: a stethoscope and thermometer, a hypodermic syringe, and a box of surgical horsehair. I wrapped the black band of a sphygmomanometer around Mrs. Canterbury’s spotted, wrinkled arm and checked her blood pressure, while Horace stood behind me and recorded the measured values.

Keri floated to me from her mother’s side. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked. “Would you like some water? Or some tea?”

“A tipple of sherry, please,” said Horace, and he opened his medicine bag absently.

I shook my head. “No, nothing,” I said.

“How are you?” Keri asked. Her sea-green eyes were heavy on my face.

“I’m fine,” I said. I felt Mrs. Canterbury’s forehead and dictated notes for Horace to take on her appearance (she was thinner, her breath was short, her hands and wrists were bluish). Keri hovered over every move I made, gasping along with her mother’s groans of discomfort and sighing when I counted out for her some pills. Horace would always comment on Keri’s devotion as unnecessary, because we all knew that her mother was going to die.

Evelyn’s death had surprised me because I had refused to believe it was coming. When the February consumption ravaging the city streets had spread to our quiet countryside, I restricted her movements and mainly confined her to the household to prevent her from contracting the disease. Soon after March began, she complained of stabbing headaches and bothersome coughs. But I dismissed her grievances as effects of house arrest and honed in on my profession. As neighboring women forgave Evelyn her childlessness and brought dishes and mended sheets, I researched a rare disease named cancer. I prescribed aspirins and tonics for the light seeping from my wife’s eyes, so that I could make my discoveries in peace. Even as her clothes began to hang, and the maids said she wouldn’t eat, I convinced myself that there was nothing wrong. I was too selfish to believe my wife would leave me before I’d proven myself to her father.

Despite my arrogance, Evelyn had coughed and smiled and loved me still, bringing me asters and freesias and mint from her garden when she was strong enough to work outside, and listening happily to my pompous findings. I was a doctor. If I had looked after her properly, things should have been different. But early that year, a lot of people had died of tuberculosis, and at the end of March, Evelyn was one of them.

“Well then,” I said. Keri took some of the pills and administered them to Mrs. Canterbury. I stood back and watched her long fingers overlap on a glass of water that she held to her mother’s lips. Her hands looked soft, and I wanted to feel them. She should be a schoolteacher, I thought, so that she could teach younger versions of myself to become gentle.

Horace crossed his arms over his great belly and turned on his heel while saying goodbye; it was time to go. But before I could follow him out of the front door, I heard the slight whistle of Mrs. Canterbury taking a breath.

“A loss is a loss, and a treasure is a treasure,” the old woman said. And when I turned around, she had a twinkle in her eyes.

“Excuse me?”

to be continued......

Friday, November 13, 2009


Yes o, I azazel am prematurely disappointed in Human Beings. Some people tell me am to negative, others tell me am to pessimistic but I myself am of the opinion that I am a realist. But lets say the people who say that I am a pessimist are right, what is wrong with being a pessimist? Afterall, the optimist builds the plane, the pessimist builds the parachute. In case plane pafuka, you need parachute in other to land. No be so?

Anywayz, in the US there is a massive debate going on about whether the government should provide Universal Health Coverage to all American citizens and a lot of people have taken to having debates/arguments on why Universal HealthCare is bad or good for the country. Personally, I never really take a stand on things, all I do is challenge both sides of the argument and try to poke holes in their theory on why they think Health Care is bad or good. (Somebody has to play devil's advocate, and I happen to be the only one wey chop liver).
Anyhoo, the other day while in class, my teacher who is a passionate and "moral" man was talking about why it is a shame that in this country we cannot provide universal health care to American citizens and that he does not understand why anybody would let people die and suffer without healthcare. Mind you, this teacher is one of those socalled "Mother Theresa"(Compassionate and Moral) types who wants to end "World Hunger", save people from "suffering" etc. 
 So I asked this teacher, if he believed "Healthcare" was a right or a responsibility. This man replied by saying, he believed it was a RIGHT!!..He said that Human Beings need 4 basic things to survive, Food, Cloth, Shelter and Healthcare. So he kept on trying to explain why it was a tragedy that somepeople did not believe in Universal Healthcare, and he could not understand how "heartless" people could be. I then asked him, "Should Universal Health Care be extended to non-US citizens/illegal immigrants as well"?

Omo come and see the look this teacher gave me, as in a sudden awkward silence came upon the whole class. Everybody was waiting to see what this guy would say, because whether he said yes or no people would challenge him on either one. At the end of the thing, this guy said "NO" he didn't believe it should extend to non US citizens. I almost LOL in the class, here was a man who had been trying to persuade us on why Healthcare should be extended to all. He had gone on for almost 20 mins on why Universal HealthCare should be made available to the 40 million people "uninsured" so that they would be able to partake of the 4 basic "things" human beings needed to survive. But his hypocrite ass just denied the very same "Health Care" to all the other humans living in the US who were not citizens. So at the end of the day it boiled down to If you are not a US citizen, your life is not that valuable. Universal Healthcare should be made available only to US citizens because they alone have a right to the 4 basic needs required for a Human Being to live. So the teacher who had called other people heartless for not wanting Healthcare to be Universal, had suddenly become "Heartless" himself.
And this is why I am prematurely disappointed in every Human Being I come across. My friend Simon believes that Human Beings are inherently good, I on the other hand believe that Human Beings are inherently evil/selfish. . I mean there are always exceptions to every "belief" once in a while a Mother Theresa like figure is born but the vast majority and by majority I mean 99% are on that "Selfish" level.

P.S - Check out my friend's blog. He writes poems, and he has a book out also. T.C

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


London Times Obituary of

The late Mr. Common Sense - Wednesday, 4nd November 2009

'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Elastoplast to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Sunday, November 8, 2009


So I just finished watching Blood Diamonds again, and well at the end of the movie they said only 40 countries signed an accord that would stop the illegal sale of diamonds, and this frigging made me sad this early morning. There are 200 countries in the world, how can only 40 countries sign an accord that stopped the illegal sale of diamonds. Diamonds btw which help put a lot of people in misery, people die for such shit. Honestly, yall shouldn't think I am one sentimental fool, but it bugs me how people can just stand by and watch people die like that. 
I have a question for you guys, If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound"? I got this inspiration from   Enoch's Post, yall should check it out.  When did Human Life become so unprecious? Why has it lost so much value? Did yall know that before governments decide whether to go in and stop a genocide, they crunch numbers and see how much money it would cost to go in and end a massacre. Such coldheartedness, how the hell does money compare to Human Life? This is a classic case of "what will it profit a man to gain the whole world yet lose his/her soul". Honestly, humanity has lost it's soul. Human Compassion is now a joke, just because you say "Aww" and "Wow" after hearing about suffering does not mean that you are a compassionate person.

When I was a christian, I use to honestly get depressed when I taught about why God would let children die in Africa from every sort of thing. I asked myself, why would a God who's supposed to be loving and good let innocent good people die? Why would he let women in Congo get raped repeatedly on a daily basis. And I came across this verse in Roman's 9:15 and I swear that verse changed my outlook on life forever. The verse says "15For he saith to Moses, I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.
16So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy"

This verse really struck me as frigging cold, so as I dey like this the only reason am doing well is because God decided to have mercy on me, he showed compassion to me and that is why I am able to jolly. But for the loser woman/child/man in Uganda, Somalia, indonesia, pakistan, Sudan etc obviously their own luck has run out. Our heavenly father, has chosen to not show mercy/compassion on them, and well I guess that is their lot in life. This is basically my attitude right now, there is no need to be having pity on such people anymore because they are obviously losers. If God in all his wisdom, could not see it within himself to have mercy on kids such as this child who was stalked by the vulture, why should I a mere human being now have mercy/pity on such a kid? I mean God is wiser than me isn't he? He has already showed that the boy below is not worthy of his mercy. I wonder what I have that that little boy does not have, that the almighty would choose to show mercy/compassion on lil ole me and then neglect to show the same mercy on this boy being stalked by a vulture waiting for it to die.
If you were God for a day, would you have mercy on this kid?

In conclusion, most of you might not agree with my analysis of this. But more than one of you have wondered about why God would let kids suffer in Africa, Asia etc. Why woulld a loving God let kids live in such misery? I hope that I have clearly proven to you all why such things happen under the almighty's watchful eye. Because he alone decides who he'll show mercy to and who he won't show mercy to. You feel me?

Friday, November 6, 2009


Got a call from a friend in Manchester. Couldn't stop talking about some youtube clip. Said he had found a Caucasian version of me. So he sent me the link and that's how I got acquainted with Pat Condell. I don't think we think alike at all. Na just normal cognitive bias most religious folks have. They think all Atheists sound alike. Anyways, Pat has some amusing ideas. Judge for yourself.

PS: Life just got complicated. I'm taking a hiatus from blogging. I hope it'll be finite. If it turns out not to be so, I want everyone to know that it was the most fun I've had in a while. To all the Christians, Agnostics, Muslims, Deists, Non-Theists and so on, I hope you find peace and happiness regardless of your belief.
And to anyone I upset intentionally or unintentionally, I promise I'll apologize.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

INTRODUCING.....Otunba 'JesusFreak' Jb-m.........

Well..well...well...I have finally decided to say something...I have been lurking around here for too long..i think its high time i finally said something..I can see a lot has been going on here lately....different people with different views and different styles of airing them. I must confess i have read a lot of very intelligent views that just kept me wondering...some almost got me confused and some are just plain ludicrous n Risible...i haven't been this entertained in a very long time. I have to give it to you guys..I just got back from Nigeria a couple of weeks back, We all know Naija is a crazy ass really dont need TV or Internet to keep you entertained...when you are bored all you need to do is take a will see live farce comedy going on all for example. i left work after a very fussy and tiring day.It was going to be an approximately 10 minutes drive traffic and the time i will spend behind the gate before Ibrahim the gateman comes to open the gate. Its quite short but its usually the longest part of my day....i do three Jobs all in I work as a systems and software engineer plus database administrator...all these are meant to be 3 different positions. but the company i work for just fired about 10 senior staff member for gross misconduct..that was why i found myself in that you can imagine how its gonna be for me after work...i was usually angry n frustrated. so yea i was driving home that fateful friday. I live around wuse zone 2 just opposite the Nitel Junction for some of you that know Abuja very well. so the traffic light holding back flashed green and i went past that Big Cross road just beside Big bites heading toward southern fries...then i was looking at the junction to my house..i was like oh Thank God.... finally, my misery is over not knowing that it wasn;t over There was this Audi Q7 right infront of me trafficating right towards my junction and there was another Benz E-class right at my junction trying to come into the main road. Incase you dont know or probably you have specific individual has the right of way in Naija.. its the fastest and smartest driver that has the right of as both of them were trying to out smart each other the E-class scratched the other dudes car...All of a sudden everybody just stopped the whole place was static for like 20 seconds...well, another lesson for you Nigeria, don't judge a person by his/her looks...the maddest of all mad people might come in a cool n posh guy's so yea....Nobody moved we all wanted to see what was going to energy suddenly came back to me and i was jumping with anxiety in my car...i could bet with my life that i was in for another live pulled my hand break and switched off the ignition waiting anxiously for what was going to happen. so after another 20 seconds everyone was still in their the door of the Audi Q7 opened...we all couldn't see who was in the car cuz the car was tinted the door opened and a young n cool looking man came out. he was dressed in a grey suit and its obvious he was also coming from work. so he stepped out of his car and went infront of his car to check the damage. he stood there for about 10 seconds and shook his head....he went back into his car started it and reversed as if he wanted to let the other dude go....there was a look of disappointment on everyone's is that it??...all of a sudden i heard a loud screech......and the next thing was GBOOOSAAAAAA!!!!! Audi Q7 ran into the Benz.....he reversed again and ran into it again....he did it like 3 more time then finally he reversed parked his car beside the road locked it, went across the road stopped a cab and went nobody could was wen a fly almost got into my mouth that i realized it was wide opened. i have never seen such madness in my stuffs happen in Naija oo....well that is just by the am sure most of u are wondering who this new guy a quick introduction.... I am Sir' Otunba 'JesusFreak' Jb-m......The G-money of the whole of London town... That honor was conferred on me by Her Royal Majesty the Queen of England kidding but yer i am a Jesus Freak....and if any tickle-brained barnacle is not happy with that, you can hit your head against the wall 10 times trust me, it works like magic....well i will be spitting some bitter truth which i know some of you will not be too happy with..I am a different kind of blogger..and you don't have to like fact don't even like me, i function better when everyone hates me. Anyways this is just to launch myself into the TRUTH DON DIE Blog...subsequently i will be discussing some controversial but interesting issues. Well, that's it from me for now. you all should stay away from SIN cuz if you don't you will DIE and if you die you will go to HELL and if you go to hell...NA YOU SABI OOO.....PEACE!!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My Cells are Stemming


Goodluck Jezebel, safe journey, I will keep you in my prayers…words stuck in my head like that annoying tune you cant get off your mind. This has been such a big deal for the past six months. There were times I questioned the authenticity of the procedure, there were times I told myself that I was born this way for a reason…a genuine one. I even convinced myself at some point that altering my genetic construction would mean re-writing my entire existence and its core. In July of 2008, I was made an offer that I would only be stupid to refuse…I was offered stem cell transplant on a platter of gold! For free!!!

A procedure that had its pros and cons, but after eight times in a hospital ward, those cons seemed to look less threatening. I just wanted a normal life. One where my friends didn’t have to drive me to the hospital every other month, one where all my assignments didn’t have to be so difficult to complete and my professors didn’t have to roll their eyes at my now seemingly flimsy excuses…. “yes Jezebel, we know…you were sick again!” Yes! Please!!! Stem my cells!!! Anything to stop this pain and shame…no more sickle cells, no more hospital beds, no more dilaudid (although I must admit, the dilaudid was heavenly, right next to crack!). I just want to be normal. The excitement I felt as I got on that plane to London was indescribable, I couldn’t wait, but I was nervous at the same time.

Three days later, the doctor called me; the procedure would be at his house, in his bedroom (out the gutter now!). As I approached the room, I began to experience a montage of flashbacks of those times that would finally be put behind me, those sleepless and pain filled nights would finally be over. I “received” my healing which came in a syringe that quite frankly could not make a toddler flinch. “Is that it?” I thought to myself! The doctor looked at me and said “congratulations, in three months or so, you will be crises free.” I pulled up my pants and went home…anticipating March!

Three months later, and I had been in the hospital twice already, my excuse? “oh, my cells are still stemming.” Fourth month, fifth month, sixth month and the hospital visits increased. With every hospital visit, it became harder to find blood donors with no antibodies…it became excruciatingly difficult to tolerate the pain and my life saw itself in a whole different light. “walai, ko ni da fun doctor yi”…my aunty said repeatedly, as if he tied me down and forcefully injected me. This was my choice, my decision…I saw an opportunity and I took the chance, but in situations like this, it is always easier to blame someone else for our surprising outcome of events.

I look around and I wonder why this “treatment” worked for the other person, the thought that perhaps this was my “destiny” drove me to that junction, where determination was all I had left; The determination to “fight” for what was left of my infirmity, resulting to “popping” prescription pills as an attempt to numb the pain while I patiently waited for the “stemming” to be completed. The doctor said “three months” and it is November...eleven months later and I choose to remain optimistic, afterall, the worst that could happen would be? Pardon my tone, forgive my syntax or my appearance of being an emotional wreck; indulge my confidence and applaud my honesty. Sickle cell is a disease that affects many “Black” people and everyday, we hope for the cure…one that works, one that eases. Till then, I explore all emotions. They say you experience five basic emotions, I still await the emotion of death…oh, you didn’t know? Death is an emotion. You don’t believe me? Slit your wrist and feel the rush…from my stemming cells.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009


Before you all jump on my case and attack me. Hear me out first please. Let me start by presenting a scenario to you all. Your two uncles or two aunties are fighting and then you try to settle the fight or quarrel between them. One would normally proceed by finding out the nature of the quarrel by asking both uncles/aunts what happened. First we go to the first aunt and ask her, "Aunty Amara what did Aunty Floe do to you that two of you started quarrelling? Aunty Amara would naturally give you her side of the story and after heard her side, naturally you would go to Aunty Floe and ask her about her own side of the story. Then after listening to both sides, you would come to a reasonable decision of what transpired between the two and hopefully settle the quarrel amicably.

Now let me apply this scenario to that of God and the Devil. It is said the devil was jealous of God and wanted to overthrow God, this might be the case. But I find it funny that the only account we have of what transpired is only from God's point of view. Where is the Devil's account of what happened? And if we indeed heard the story, would we be able to give the 'devil' a fair hearing? Would we be impartial enough to view the two sides of the story and come to a reasonable analysis of who is in the wrong and who is in the right? Have you really given thought to how the devil was able to persuade 1/3 of the angels in Heaven to side with him? 1/3 of the angels is a pretty significant number and I doubt the angels would follow the devil simply because he was charismatic and charming and the most beautiful angel in heaven as the Bible said. Now, I believe there must have been a better more reasonable reason why 1/3 of the angelic hosts would choose to side with a fellow angel over the Lord Almighty. One of the reasons could be, they were tired of serving a God who required them to constantly praise and worship him for eternity. I mean lets be honest, God does not believe in a democratic system of government and the devil in this case could be said to be the rebel leader who wanted to achieve democracy in Heaven. Please if you really sit down to think about these facts, you should be able to reach the conclusion that God is the leader of a government that the Devil is rebelling against. Every rebel has a cause for which they fight for. Are we as humans ready to listen and hear the devil's real reason for rebelling against God? I personally would love to hear it. I like being able to hear two sides of a story and then reach a reasonable conclusion as to who is in the right and who is in the wrong. I personally feel that the devil should get a right to tell his own side of the story.

Moreover, many of us have the habit of accusing the devil of being a "Liar" when you have no sufficient proof to prove that he is indeed a liar. How would you like it, if somebody accused you of being a liar, without allowing you to properly defend yourself? So from now on, the devil is not a liar, rather the devil is "allegedly" a liar. ALLEGEDLY!!!

BTW yall, we have a new author on the blog. His name is Otunba 'JesusFreak' Jb-M and yall should stay tuned for his new blogpost tomorrow. Omo it had me laughing because it was mad funny.