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They tell me,  'don't judge because you too are marred with flaws/imperfection.' I agree I'm not perfect. So,  should I close my eyes to what's right and refuse to talk when things go bad? Because I'm not perfect? I've not taken to arms_ at least not yet. My voice I lend. My concern is shown. Yet I'm not perfect just because I'm deemed not better than those I seem to criticize? I tell you I don't need your idea of perfection. Who needs it? If your perfectionist meal is all I need then I'm fasting. Eat your perfection. I hope you bloom in its vitality. Yes, you! ___Jeremiah Kadiri ACICRM                 19/12/017

I'll not bore you with the numerous denotative meanings of the main variable at the title of this post. No. The term madness is better expressed connotatively and in context. The thing with most of us is that when Islam is mentioned and or a Muslim is involved in an act, it seem almost as if someone reaches for our heads and instantaneously replaces our grey matter with ice creams. We begin to bask in the emptiness of a brainless skull while priding ourselves with the unintelligent  conclusion that these up-to-no-good Muslims are at it again. Our null self acclaimed sagacity is heightened in the shallow depths of blind stupidity and utter ignorance. Fueled by the unwillingness to even listen or read along the lines with an open mind. Vitriolic vilifications take the media from everywhere as we begin to see sense in the reason why Muslims/Islam must be hated_ 'their own too much seff!', 'fanatical fundamentalists' and the funny rhetoric is justified by a '

I remember once when I was in secondary school_ I.C.E Auchi something happened. We (the then SSSII Students) were in the lab because of the  SSCE examination that was going on in the rest classes. A teacher claimed his Nokia flip phone had been stolen. And decided that every student in the classes he has been to will pay about #500 or so (can't really remember how much as this was in 2006/2007 academic year). Then I began to think of the last time he entered the lab. The phone was in his pocket. Not that I saw the phone but the impression of a phone was visibly shown because of the tight nature of his trousers and for the fact that he was well built. I summoned up courage to protest the fact that the phone was with him the last time he came to the lab and as such we cannot be asked to pay. This single act brought an additional punishment of 3to5 lashes from the back of a bike's brake wire on me and the entire class (as they too supported my guts). As this went on, I retorted,

No electricity, no petrol, no good roads, no conducive environment, no good welfare system, no regard for the masses, no payment of salaries/pension in/on time, no respect for the electorates. Meanwhile, there's massive looting, embezzling, corrupt practices, killing of the economy/recession, heightened inflation, massive retrenchment, unemployment cum other numerous maladies borne out of maladministration and these have pushed a lot of people into crimes like kidnapping, trafficking of humans, assassination, armed robbery and the likes. The aforementioned have contributed in no small measure to practices that bring about depression/mental illnesses, divorce (from inability to cope with bills and other miscellaneous), heightened spread of STIs/STDs (from prostitution_ as our young girls take to the profession to make ends meet), proliferation of illegal drugs as well as the abuse inherent therein. The list is inexhaustible with adverse effects. What's new? Amnesty Inter

You'll definitely be pushed to the wall and made to feel small no matter how big you perceive yourself. Small things will make you look weak when being strong is all that you've ever known. Imperceptible dirt could purge you your light as you watch your heart grow from bad to worse. Little things will anger you. If you fall, you'll be dented and begin to ooze the stench. You're not strong when you retaliate by dishing the same coin. You are not strong for making others feel as bad as they've made you. Revenge doesn't add anything positive. If anything, it makes you petty and brings you to the level of same irritants you hate so much. You don't need to feel the need for retaliation, if you must, then all you need is a cold bath, deep breath and a firm resolve to be successful. Don't be a fool to think that Life's Journey is a rosy ride. Learn to see the thorns, raise you feet, take giant strides and walk past. ____Jeremiah Kadiri C

For some time now we've been making a fuss about the slave trade saga in Libya. Crying foul over how fellow Africans are maltreating brothers/sisters alike. The funny thing is that slave trade never really ended and it started right in our various homes. A quintessence is the case of Edo state. Here it is like a competition to have one or two persons (without any skill) sent away to Libya in a bid for such persons to find their way through to Italy and so on. Especially our young girls. They go without any skills and end up prostituting. We lash out on those who eventually come back home (with nothing)  because of the hardship they face. Refusing to listen to them. Adding to their frustration while they end up depressed in suicidal thoughts and all. My dear, slavery no pass here. This is not peculiar to Edo state. It is in fact a shared sentiment. Now when these persons get to Libya, fellow Nigerians will arrange for them to be abducted just so those at home will send mo

While I was heading home at about 6:42pm yesterday, I found it difficult to get a bike man. The first bike I called gave me an askance look and zoomed off. To me it was normal. Some of these motorcyclists are just mysterious for they seem to prefer burning petrol than actually commuting. I stood, awaiting another motorcyclist to come around. As soon as I waved my hand at the oncoming one I got a cold shoulder. “weytin dey happen na?” I grumbled inwardly until the third bike snubbed me. I made up my mind that I was going to trek home because that seemed to be the only option available at that time if I must go home before the Nigeria versus Algeria Match that broke my heart and justified the reason why am not a football fan came up. I started trekking though I wasn’t feeling good that night health wise. There was this guy behind me who seemed to have resolved to not give up. He’d stop and stop every bike but none responded. I don’t know why but whenever he called on the motorcyclis