Conventional Myths Remain World’s Most Notable Controversies

And we believe in all of them…except the last one on this list. The one I figured out. _________________________ I will be called out, castigated, roped, and dragged through a stony terrain to be thrown off a ten-thousand cliff, that is if you read on and arrived at the very last haymaker of the controversy of all controversies. First, here is the list of all the major arguments humans have swallowed hook, line, and sinker....

Asaba: Rolls Like A Coyote: Barks Like A Hound Dog

I came here June the third, toting a baggage filled with movie paraphernalia and a stream-rolling set of props, believing that these gadgets were not available in Nigeria, and couldn’t be available in a distant city four hundred miles removed from Lagos. Prop guns, stilettos and swords were carefully packaged. I was ready, I thought. Blood phials I bought from a store on Highway 99 in Richmond and a couple of make-up boxes were in...

Let Me Have Men Around Me That Are Fat

“Nigeria is sleek and thin, and such nations are dangerous.” _________________________ I told you guys before…a dozen times, I think, that the day of Africa’s most populous Nation to die was imminent, that is, if she hadn’t died. I’d say, I told you this over dinner, over a game of who tells the best, salty jokes, and on that day we all heard the news declaring that men had been cleared to marry men. We...

The Real Cities Of Sodom And Gomorrah

“Take a look at those we have put in Aso Rock in the last forty years. Dimwitted dumbasses. Dark-soul-ed oddballs. Grifters. Thieves, the kinds that turn over the treasury bag, shake it loose just for the pennies to drop. They left us with an empty bag” _________________________ Why do you people weep? Have you not cried enough? Why do you citizens of the nation of Nigeria not wake up and walk away from the nightmare?...

Sunday Morning Reflection: Our Politics and Complexity of God’s Creation

I should have gone to Mass and stayed there until Benediction time. However, I did not. I stayed home instead, wallowing in that pit of absolute disdain, why humanity could not come together and live and let live. Then, it dawned on me that idyllic famous last words, Love thy Neighbor as thyself, as The Father Himself had proposed, was a sham God, The Father, knew that this His particular Wish would not fly. He...

This Man Is Dangerous: Go Get Him, Boys

“You can gallivant all you want with junk premises, and all of them will lead you back to the money bags in this man’s head.” Peter Cheyney, the British maestro, the one before this other British maestro, James Hadley Chase, was in the game as Britain’s most shrewd detective novelist, the second his first, the most daring book, ‘This Man Is Dangerous; Go Get Him, Boys’ hit the shelves. If I am lying, I am...

Peter Obi: Audacity of Raw Truth Over Optimism and Unrestrained Emotions

“I hope that I am wrong. I know that I am not wrong. I am a pragmatist as much as I am a realist.” ―Don Okolo I am the messenger with the bad news. Especially the kind of news so heavy to bear you’d rather hold it close to your vest for as long as you could until the waves from the resultant surge passed. But I am the one that would go the distance...

Playing God ―Archbishop Salvatore Cordileone  Screwed Up

“This Archbishop must truly believe that THE BODY OF CHRIST, is his to grant. I say, screw him.” ―Don Okolo Sometimes, I find myself thinking the way atheists do. Atheists must have rationalized all tidbits of data their minds feed them before every one of them concluded that there is no God. Neil Degrasse Tyson, the astrophysicist, contends that if one can’t scientifically prove the existence of God, then God does not exist. A brilliant...

Nigeria: the Deborah Yakubu heartbreak and the rest of us

What in the world is God waiting for? Why is He not Pissed-off as I am? ―Don Okolo Lay Deborah Yakubu among the lilies. Bury her with a ton of roses. Let the barren State of Sokoto, her sullied, morally bankrupt denizens, her faithlessness in that certain faith dry out into the sands that work her hills. Let her valleys, and the bedrocks roiling and steaming with the hellish brand of fire remain unquenchable. Let...

If I were God, I would bury these sorry bigots in the pit and muck of absolute disdain

“If I were God, I would yank Petronius, Thrumpanus, Erdganus, and the pus-brained Tucker Carlson, string them out by their balls ...” ―Don Okolo For the world would know no peace some people must die. If you agree with that premise, please raise your hand or mumble an amen. The world is hated by people she is sheltering, despised by those she feeds daily, and threatened by men she has granted everything. And yet, she...

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