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This may appear as a slant or bias for or against your idol. But those who know me herein this ville are aware that I have zero tolerance for ills even when same is perpetuated by someone very close to me. First of all let me make it clear that the 12 EDHA members elect that have refused to resume duties because of the fracas between GO and Comrade are undeserving of the pains voters went through under the sun, in the rain and more to pick them over others in the course of the electioneering process. They have so far shown (in my thinking) that they are more concerned with politicking than the yearnings of Edolites. While I am yet to see any visible life impacting project of the current government of Edo state in Edo North, it is pertinent to mention here that GO has nothing tangible to show he has offered the Afenmai people. However, Comrade has no moral justification whatsoever to create a divide between his hitherto today's imposed goons and his acclaimed self-righ

 Yes, am back again with my usual police yen yen yen and this, though not new, is about the pass _way pass, gate pass, bush pass, path pass whatever pass you can mention. As long as there is a police manning the pathway through which a driver/rider is plying, the pass payment is due. In clearer terms I’m basically talking about the no longer foreign but familiar context of police extortion of poor masses on the highway. Terms are clear. Once your are driving or riding to and or from a destination and you come in contact with the-men-in-black at a check point, you must as a matter of “ na so the country be ” drop a tip not less than #50 (fifty Naira) otherwise woe betide you. As Nigerians we’ve grown into this ignoble norm of once a checkpoint is spotted and a police is on the way, a pass transaction is imminent. In fact, how dare you not comply? This is an ugly trend that has come to stay in a vacancy that has been structured to fit. It’s a menace we’ve embraced together with

Today I took a trip to Benin from Auchi after a seemingly long while since I’ve had to ply the highway and today’s experience was quite different from previous scenarios where I’d have to wish nothing should make me travel by land via the instrumentality of a bus or whatever vehicle again. This time I have no energy left after wasting four solid hours en route Auchi to Benin. I could only grumble in sheer exhaustion and irritation. I am not going to bore you with the sad story of how my body aches but permit me to share from how bad to worse land travel has become in the South-South using the highway in view _Auchi/Benin expressway. Auchi to Benin is about 134.4 kilometers of approximately two hours fifteen minutes ride (if one decide to cut the driver some slack) and used to cost five hundred Naira as at the time I started traveling (in my JSS3 days) up until I had my Ordinary National Diploma. Just before you started feeling tired from sitting in one position, the bypas

On Edo Politics Today Victor Okhaimo has this to say THE CURRENT EDO POLITICAL IMPASSE – WHERE I STAND: The political atmosphere in Edo State in the past few weeks assumed a very interesting dimension wherein one is forced to do a critical appraisal and thorough assessment of the situation before taking sides or charting any course. I  have been inundated with numerous calls and messages seeking to know my stand and viewpoint from the alleged thugs invasion of Edo University Iyamoh, to the disagreement between Adams Oshiomhole and his estranged political godson and finally to the decamping of Pastor Osagie Ize Iyamu who everyone knows is my political leader to whom I accord great respect and for whom I made enormous though unsuccessful sacrifices to see his emergence as Governor of Edo State in 2016. Firstly, the action of some political enthusiasts and loyalists of a faction of the APC wherein the prestigious Edo University Iyamoh was invaded on the day of its maiden convocat

T W I S T E D Not too long I'll be off From a job (I hold dear) so, My thoughts swirl_ like a mob And am clobbered Down at per with the mud. You can't take this A hanging loop appeals. Alas, further reason Is in all sense bleak and So, am dead_ suicide! Here, there is an unrest. Death, like an emotional cop Puts me in cuffs_ it's an arrest. That loud silence_ shriek it is, Feeds me fright Like the sight of a grimly battered corpse. And so, I die further in this Dirt, value stripped. I'm a coward who betrayed life. Caught shut in a short cut, With no choice but one thought... ...to go back Take another shot at life But this cake has since been eaten and So, I'm trapped in my mistake. Can I wish it away? Why can't I? Instinctively, I force a slap on my forehead That rams me back to reality. Pheew! There goes a long sigh! It's all been a trance! Or maybe not. Maybe this is another shot at life. I guess.

Nigeria was never named after River Niger. The Republic of Niger was. Our dear country was named Nigger Area and this later metamorphosed into Nigeria. Nigger as we all know is another derogatory word to mean slave. You get it now, right? Yes Nigger Area is Slave Area. So after the White man had his term of enslaving and exploiting us, they left us for our Politicians to continue. The Whites robbed us and are still robbing us. How? You say. Through our Politicians who take our resources there under Education/health tourism, money laundering, foreign investments, looting and many other guises. And Yes! Anyone who dares repatriate same no matter how small via the instrumentality of the new media is termed a Yahoo boy and must be locked up, says the law. Right? The story continues. _Jeremiah Kadiri

Before you join in to chorus #sexforgrade radarada, brouhaha... it'll interest you to know that 85% of these female students want and even request for Sexually Transmitted Degrees (STDs) Don't be a hypocrite! Say na she give you do (from her own volition), no mean say you be clean sheet. Say because them never catch you no mean say you free. Even you wey help person wey your colleague dey do nkor? Your hand and legs dey inside this matter. Truth is, everybody hand dey this matter_ From A to Z and everything in between. Just keep playing your game to 'hell' and keep your mouth shut or repent and still keep your mouth shut! Meanwhile, no animal, plant or thing was injured in the course of this publication. Any resemblance between this content and anything else (dead or alive) is a wowing miracle. _Jeremiah Kadiri         #jeyKAD       09_10_019

It's been a journey. A journey of about three decades with so much gains And even so, much shed. So many dark dirty corners Litter the bends, curves and turns Yet, I drew and still draws breath. Strengthened by a weakness The weakness of a fear that has made me strong. What's this fear? Hunger! Sounds too simple right? Yeah, you think so or maybe not_ but You see, these simple or difficult things are the extreme opposite for others. However, This is not to entertain you. Far from it. It's about some of y'all whose names I'd have written with a pencil Just so I could erase and replace easily when the need be. Alas! My mistake was to engrave y'all in places beyond my bottomless heart. Because I saw in you, tunes my heart Beats to For then, you were like key notes to my music. How now you blare the horns that drags attention to my rickety past for entertainment sake of onlookers, How you empty my bags, Rendering my cats homel

It's been six decades since independence From the forced rule of a white man To the repressive backwardness of our very own Hands, minds, doings, undoings. And Just like we used to do, I see kids adorned in Neatly packaged costumes swaying hands in Tandem with rhythmic marching steps. Their faces, filled with glee. Hearts, hap filled. All borne from a promise of a Better Nigeria where they (our kids) Will steer the wheels. Alas! A lie we too were told! But we dare not dare To tell the truth for as These lies have become our false truth,  I’d rather heave a deep sigh and  ponder. How the supposed truth of our kids has become our lies Is yet another lie whose truth Is not easily told and if we do, to what good? and this, Is not to say I’m hopeless but you'd agree that It's better to hope less Cuz e go better wey dem tell us that year Is no where!   _Jeremiah Kadiri      30/09/019

If I was you, I'd be me writing this to and for me. So please, Permit me to be you today my dear. FROM ME TO ME I love this self, Though I had no say in its making. Despite the pricks and tears, I'm glad for its Maker in its making. I'm told how beautiful this looks, But, don't I know better? Like knowledge, am called a treasured book. I'm a goal, they are getters! From my Dawning Dawn To my Sunny Sun, I've beamed radiance Even on undeserving scums. Pardon, my diction But Spare me a little 'me time' to Be a 'Proud Lass!' For It's my day from a far away day When I bobbed from mummy's onion. They say I cried So, On this day From this ray To its terminator, Allow me to upon my Downtimes be a tormentor! Hurrey! Let me torment Them with glee Let even death Agree That life looks good on me! For I am Ilekeruwa! Jeremiah Kadiri 28/07/019

My strength is in the fact that I know my weaknesses My weakness is in the fact that I’m strong Perhaps too strong. My heart, a fortress, forged from The broken pieces of my past And cemented by the tears of a mind that has fears. Pain? I feign  to  fear not. For even the strongest of my body parts Have bled blood. And so, to imagine what’s worse,   I dare not. This is my illness A strange normalcy of self-centeredness. Wrapped in numbing   numbness That is now branded with the term Self love. I’m on your screen, in luxury. My voice? so eloquent. My pictures on papery pages, My social appearances so frequent. But, You’ll never get to meet me Nor know my truth. For its all about what you see Not what it is. I am a Lie! _Jeremiah Kadiri       26/07/019

It did not occur to me until recently that I was poor I used to believe I was fine Until one morning my attention was drawn To a hole in my coat. That was when I realized How patiently the coat had endured me for nine and half years I was worried when I saw how frail my trouser was I knew it was more decent to have a hole In my coat than in my trouser So I smiled reassuringly. I inspected my shoes, they were clean But they worried me more than my clothes Earlier today I made a pair of new soles for them From a piece of cardboard I stole from my landlady I know the first wet day they see Would be the last I see of them. I closed my eyes to offer a short prayer And my stomach cringed from emptiness Momentarily I took stock of the last 72 hours of dry fasting Then I began to wonder why I was not angry at myself Why have I been so quiet and unashamedly enduring I realized my oblivion all these years Was because I decided all was fine I angrily bit a finger forcing

Please In a world filled with troubles, Be my peace. When for too long I've been on my toes, Put me at ease. Kindle in me the urge to come home, Just so we can get wasted in each other's warmth. Let me know no cold, Be my fire, don't get me burnt. Pray for me not against me. Lie on me and not to me. Don't forsake me when I go insane. Be the cure to my craze and not the craze that drives me. Let not our love go blind For its vision is beyond 20/20 Keep in your heart's mind That I've chosen you for eternity. _Jeremiah Kadiri       16-05-019

I'm a poem. I'm versatile. I mean a lot differently, To a lot of different people. But I'm not tied to these meanings_ These different interpretations of me. I'm only answerable to the me That I know I am and can be. While Judge a book by its content Not by its cover, they say, What choice had the book In its own publishing? I ask. Maybe What you see is what you are, good, bad, sweet or bitter. I, like a book, am nothing until you either write me off or otherwise. I'm a poem About which you say what you know, From your knowledge of who you are. _Jeremiah Kadiri         07/05/019

You see this life? There's (in it) so much bitterness, hate, anger... So many feelings of disappointment, lacking, lagging... Dashed hopes, betrayals, frustration, aches... Despite these 👆 Do well to take a deep breath smile and hit the gym, see a movie, dance, read a chapter from a book_ any good book, learn something new, write something (a paragraph or more), go swimming, take yourself on a treat and come home with a gift for your very own self... Encourage yourself to keep pushing and Congratulate yourself for pushing so far. Don't let the pressures of today's work rob you off the little joy there is in life and living. _Jeremiah Kadiri   

Social Media Influencer: to say that I'm proud of Little Success is an understatement. I cannot possibly measure the level of elation I feel to know that kids like these are out there. This is a call on all Nigerians to support her course and ensure that she gets the best education there is. For this, I will donate the sum of 20k to her. Please share this until it gets to her/her parents/relatives. She deserves all the help she can get... Blah blah blah... comments 1.5k.                            Likes 5.1k Meanwhile, your sister (who happens to be a single mother) has not been able to pay her son's tuition fees for some days and you've never asked why Junior hasn't been going to school. Perhaps you enjoy sending the poor child on errands as big Sis/big Bros. Your househelp does not have good clothes to wear but you've got a heap of clothes you'll never use again. Street kids litter the area looking malnourished but you chase them off your apartment with k

I'll try to not impress you with words not because I don't want to entertain you with same but because the message herein is to be ingested and ruminated over without some forms of distraction. life has taught me something no one is taught in the forewalls of the academia. This is the simple fact that 'the very person, object, being, situation that tries to PULL you DOWN is usually below you.' hold on a second to run your mind through the key words in the aforementioned. you'll realise that to 'pull down', one must be under/below that which is being pulled. Not surprising too is the fact that no matter how highly placed in status, wealth and affluence the puller is, s/he is usually below what they try to pull down down (one way or the other). Herein, lots of people (neighbours, friends, family members and so on) will have (justifiable) reasons to want to pull you down. Yes! the word 'justifiable' is justified in this context for the fact that