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Perhaps I am mad.
Maybe a screwbolt is loose in my head and that causes me to dance strange.
Maybe a loony bat has bitten me and infected me with that fever that manifests through wild dance.
Maybe my village people have finally located my 'loco' button and maybe their one year old child is pressing it incessantly like a male child does to a barbie doll.
Or maybe the spirit of David has possessed a willing host and started manifesting.
Either way, the personal victories I get would determine the real truth of the matter.

Perhaps I am a big fool.
Maybe I have big dumb drooly ears that refuse to listen to any advice that I should become 'sharp'
Maybe the spirit of poverty has so held on to me that I am not willing to pass through any other 'fast' route to making money.
Maybe my wife is a very mellow 'nkita' (dog) that has refused to bark daily into my ears; reminding me of the need to be like my friends and add a couple of zeros to every cheque book.
Maybe I am stuck in the old ways, refusing to upgrade to the 'Ebuka' kind of tailor and still remaining dead serious in my deals.
Or maybe I have chosen to stick to the principles of the one who has called me into His marvellous light.
Either way, His words to me on that last day as well as the crowns I would get would determine if I was indeed smart or very stupid.

Perhaps I am a gross failure
Maybe I have chosen to ignore other pursuits and stuck my guns to saving the lost.
Maybe the angel that shares riches decided to skip visiting my abode and I refused to chase intensely after him, instead choosing to chase the lost souls.
Maybe I have forgotten that it would be easier to give my cash and then allow others to go and face the guns while preaching the goodnews.
Maybe my brain is leaking and has failed to process the information that my destination is an evil forest where twin babies are left to die and evil gnomes with two hundred and sixteen penises roam around naked.
Or maybe I have decided that to live and die in the service of Christ is gain.
Either way, the kind of ovation which would welcome me when I reach that eternal city would determine if it was all worth it.

Perhaps, I am a big he goat with no sense residing in my skull.
Maybe I am very stupid for not realizing that science is king and that miracles are not real.
Maybe the ant of pain has eaten the softest parts of my brain and that has made me a zombie that believes wholeheartedly in the power of faith.
Maybe the thing they said about me falling on my head when I was a child is correct and I am expecting a miracle when the situation looks dead.
Maybe I do not understand that the laws of the universe remain the same and nothing can just cause my broken spinal cord to repair suddenly.
Or maybe I have decided to plant my mustard seed of faith into the ground while expecting a rain.
Either way, my testimonies would determine if I am a mad man for believing or they are the mad ones for not believing.
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Hello friends. After taking a hiatus from blog posting for a while, we are now back and better. Get ready for wonderful postings from the unique team at Bashorunsblog.
Remember to share and comment on our posts. I am already excited at the beginning of this new phase.

Biko don't be annoyed that it took such a long time.

(EFIK FOR 'JESUS MY LOVER')

Miesiere Imaami.
A lovely morning to you my love.
My knight whose lance is stained with the blood of my enemies.
Clothes dirtied from winning the tug of war for my soul.
The high priest of my salvation, hands clasped; ever pleading my case.

Lolo' m the best husband whose ears are ever attentive to my prayers.

Nna'm the best father whose gifts are without sorrow nor repentance.

Abadi e my husband?
How are doing today?
How bountiful are your blessings today.
How excellent is your name today.
How tenderful are your mercies today.

I have here once more.

To declare the lengths of my praise and the depths of my love for you.
To top up my subscription of thanks which has run low from forgetfulness.
To tune into your radio broadcast for the day and drink from the pool of wisdom.

To sign up for free downloads of your blessings which abound at your grace.com website.
To hack into the devil's bank account and withdraw every last penny he stole from me in my moment of weakness.
To seat at your table and consume every last 'iyan', 'amala' and semovita which you place before me.

Yes. I am here.
To sing your oriki as a loving faithful 'aya oba' which I am.
To prepare your pot of 'Ofe Onugbu' and pound your favourite yam of praise.

I am here to tell you.
Daalu ihe g'mere m.
Oshe fun gbo nkan ti o se fun mi..
Sosogho Eti Eti Abasi
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Hello friends.
This is a particularly wonderful guest post from a mentor of mine Ilo Unuigbe who blogs at peoplewhoroll.blogspot.com.

Trust me: Her healing verses are straight from the throne of grace. Be blessed as you read.

I stared at the mirror and tears rolled down my swollen cheeks.

The image staring back at me was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. My face was disfigured in so many ways that I couldn’t reconcile the image in the mirror with the heart shaped face I had come to know as mine for the past 22years.

I was told it was a minor injury and I would get better in no time. But my face disagreed with everything they said, every part of my body ached and nothing made it better.

My body hurt and I was bruised in many places but the very thing that was broken in that accident was my heart. To be precise the heart break happened months before but that’s another one for another day. But something shattered inside of me when that car crashed, something so deep, I fear words are not enough to describe the depth. I was in so much pain and I was convinced that the pain ran deeper than my muscles and bones. It went straight to my heart.

I stepped away from the mirror and walked back to my bed, wiping my cheeks because I needed to be strong or at least appear to be.

As I lay on my bed, I had so many questions.

 “Why?”

“God. Why?”

“You love me, but why am I in so much pain?”

“Where do I go from here?”

I had literally lost everything.

The day before the accident that landed me in the hospital was the most humiliating day of my life. I had lost my job, without any precedence or explanation. Yes, I had little savings but the hospital bill was accumulating so fast and by my calculations if I didn’t get discharged soon, I’d be down to my last five digits soon.

With nowhere and no one to turn to, I closed my eyes and let the hot tears make a soggy mess of my pillow.

You might not understand the depth of pain in those questions, but the woman that lost her fiancé in an accident understands.

The man that lost everything in a fire understands.

The youth that has roamed the streets, jobless and hungry understands.

The mother that lost her baby after nine months of carrying that child and 23hours of painful labour understands.

The woman that was drugged and raped at her best friend’s party understands.

The child that was orphaned as a result of senseless killings understands.

If you understand…wait for the rain. Because when the rain comes, it washes it all away.

The mud caked shoes,

The blood stained sheets,

The broken pieces,

The pain of yesterday,

The regrets,

The tears,

The pain.

It washes it all away.

“Joel 2:23

So rejoice, O sons of Zion, And be glad in the LORD your God; For He has given you the early rain for your vindication And He has poured down for you the rain, The early and latter rain as before.”

Hello friends. This is a feature article from a unique friend who also dubs as an analyst.
Enjoy this piece from Lillpacboi

In an economy where a common Nigerian lives below one dollar per day, buying a unit of aircraft or a piece of defence equipment worth over 200 million dollars look outrageous, but when we examine the negative impacts and catastrophic effects which forces such as Islamic insurgency, civil wars and proxy wars have wrecked stable states around the world, the dire need to shore up our defence is reaffirmed and hence, the need for a level of investment in the outdated Nigerian defence ministry.

Like other African powers such as Egypt, Libya, Ethiopia, and South Africa that boast of Aircrafts such as; F-16, Mig-23, SU-24, SU-25, Jas-39. The Nigerian Air Force (NAF) is the air arm of the Nigerian Armed Forces. It is one of the largest in Africa, consisting of about 10,000 personnel and aircraft including 12 Chinese Chengdu F-7s, and 11 Dassault-Dornier Alpha Jets, armed helicopters, and military transport aircraft.

Nigeria penned a deal for a mixed haul of Mi-35M and Mi-171Sh Terminator helicopters with the Russians in Sept 2014. Mi-35 (Super hind) and its presence in the Sambisa forest does tilt the fight against the Boko haram terrorists on the side of the Nigerian Army. With the war against insurgency being far from over, President Donald Trump’s administration is pushing forward with plans to sell up to a dozen aircrafts to Nigeria’s Air force for the fight against the extremist group ‘Boko Haram’. Sources report that the deal could be worth up to $600 million (about N184 billion).

Former President Barack Obama’s administration originally agreed on the sale, but delayed it after humanitarian crisis incidents, including the Nigerian Air Force’s bombing of a refugee camp in January, a strike that killed 90 to 170 civilians.

A close look at Super Tucano A-29 aircraft, an agile, propeller-driven plane with reconnaissance and surveillance as well as attack capabilities, made by Brazil’s Embraer, is like a backward movement in air warfare technology though the aircrafts are recently produced.

In a country cultured with mismanagement and gross lack of maintenance, a clamour for a fifth generation aircraft in form of technology advancement is like stockpiling our home with open cans of fuel while we walk around, smoking.

A-29 is a turboprop light attack aircraft designed for counter-insurgency (COIN) measures. Its functions include providing close air support, Aerial reconnaissance missions in low-threat environments, as well as providing pilot training. Designed to operate in high temperature and humidity conditions as well as extremely rugged terrain, the Super Tucano is highly maneuverable, has a low heat signature, and incorporates fourth-generation avionics and weapons system to deliver precision-guided munitions.

According to Jane’s All the World’s Aircraft 2008-9, this is a close air support, manned aircraft with a pilot and sensor operator. It has a flight endurance of more than six hours, carries several sensors, can be armed with a heavy machine gun in each wing and has mounts for bombs, cannon and rocket pods. It can also be landed on an unimproved airstrip such as a road, refueled in minutes and sent right back into the fray.

 EMBRAER EMB-314 SUPER TUCANO:

-wingspan 11.14 meters

-wing area 19.4 sq. meters

-length 11.42 meters

-height 3.9 meters

-empty weight 2,420 kg

-MTO weight 3,190 kg

-max speed (alt) 555kph

-take-off run 350 meters

-landing run 550 meters

-service ceiling 10,670m

-range, internal fuel 1,570 kilometers

Mr. Trump’s plan to move ahead with the Nigerian sale was first reported on Monday by the Associated Press.

The U.S. congressional source reported that Human rights concerns remain, despite support for the sale from some lawmakers.

Here are some questions to be asked about the anticipated deal;

1. Will Nigeria will be able to pay the full $600 million for the aircraft, equipment, training and support.

2. Has the Nigerian government and NAF effectively used the equipments they have in hand (resource management).

3. Not doubting the ability of Nigerian Army in combat, has the Nigerian government taken a look into other options in tactics and equipment? And are deals with other world powers and allies considered?

4. According to President Donald Trump, there is no deal as fair deal  It’s either good or bad. This raises an immediate question. Are we getting a fair deal with the American since each unit of A-29 cost 10 - 16 million dollars?

There is no doubt that Nigeria needs investment in military and defence ministry much more than civilian population see a sense in it, but we must understand how much judicial are the use of these investments, and how much advancement, in-view both internal and external, we are considering before any large or small scale investment in the defence ministries in particular and for maintaining the security of the citizenry in general.  

(Lillpacboi)

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Yi o ti buru to
It would be terrible

Yi o ti dun eniyan to o
It would be immensely painful

Ka pe oruko ni Ijoba orun, ka si wa o ti o
For heaven to call out names and we should search for yours in vain.

I woke up with the above song on my lips.
A cup-ful of tears being shed by my heart as it reflected on the meaning.

The night sleep was terrible.

Laced with fitful twists and turns.
Faced with a scene of tearful persists and spurns
Filled with skillful throwing of fists and burns.
Mouths filled with wistful prayers to be reborn.

The stench of their burning bodies nauseated me.
The heat of the place dehydrated me
The sight of their struggles devastated me
The shouts of their pain agitated me.
Their unspoken message, like the rich man's, penetrated my mind.

Gory was the sight,
Till a chariot swept me away in a furious flight.
Unto a place where there was a glorious light;
Where boldness replaced my dreadful fright;
And a new dawn took away the dreadful night.

These people were different.

All decked in royalty.
Shirts glistening with pure radiance.
Feet firmly shod with raw gold.
Heads adorned with crowns that transcends explanation of human languages.

Mansions abounding at every end.
Melodious songs arising from voices which blend.

This; I wanted.
The former; I loathed.
My mind was made up; Undaunted.
The message of life; I advocated.

Because of Jesus's death; we stand acquitted.
On Ancient words (the bible); I urge you to be addicted.
His vineyard, I urge you to till; to be rewarded.

On His promises I urge you to stand; when you are afflicted.
The full armor I urge you to put on: when confronted.
And quickly I urge you to rise; perhaps if you have been felled.

Arise! Quick.
Join up with the advancing battalions of Christ.

And please, help raise a fellow soldier up.
For envy and hatred amongst the brethren thins (breaks up) the battalion faster than the darts of the evil one.
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