Home & Within

I wonder why people don’t go home, like isn’t there a place where there is absolute peace, and quiet that your soul crave once in a while.Like some time-out, in a bigger picture, a vacation; or basically, some physical abode, or mental realm your mind will dwell in for some robust meditation, all in an honest bid to enhance your happiness, well-being, learning, and assimilating abilities.
Home, I mean a voiceless place where the thunderous sound of Heaven and hell constantly clashing cannot be heard. A place where all forces unites to chill, putting aside worry and needs, deflating greed and avarice, upholding mental and physical oneness, craving ambiance. That place.

I really trip on why people don’t go home, on the physical aspect, spend some time alone, communicate with, and reach your inner self. Historic accounts shows even the great Socrates had a tendency to enter spontaneous cataleptic trances, in which he was gripped by contemplations of his inner psyche (nous) which is a deep form of meditation.

Home is where the heart is, and also, from the heart’s abundance the body acts, and the mouth reveals;means the heart is a store, and remittance room for either good or evil. As earlier said, home is where the heart is, and understanding this ‘home’ as a matter of context, and objectivity, then home could be anywhere, as it is anywhere the heart embraces comfort.

Home is just a place of total absolute peace, or where a more substantial volume can be traced which is the temple, or home to the heart.Home is a place of relaxation, a time for profound meditation, when you search within you for all strength and support that lay inside.

If respect begets respect, and evil begets evil. Then a tempered mind cannot without pretence mathematically generate smile on another’s face. Conversely a calm mind can bring about productivity, eliminate stress, and create unshakable lasting peace. So why shouldn’t all reach for home, and be invigorated.
Well on the mental realm,it’s when body is numb, and mind is open and active, also, home can be when the body, and mind synergies, that point where there is total oneness, and unity of purpose and motive. Home in this context is a lot of things, or ideas, or frame of mind I suggest if agreed with, will ultimately uproot metal punctuality, after body and mind have agreed to phew, settle, and re-strategize.

For a couple in the United States, home is a little Hamlet in Akure, for others it is a front row in an Old Cathedral, with portraits on the ceiling constantly causing an umbrella of protection, and re-assuring the existence and presence of the Supreme being. That’s where body and soul reach a resolve to have the highest and surest moment of peace and quiet, where the thunderous sound of heaven and hell….

Home could also be in your Mother’s house, or in her confidant, like for her ears only. That period that tear drops are free, and allowed to flow, and wet everywhere; and after some words, and after that smile on those wrinkles,reveals in a subtle tone, ‘óga dímmá’ and immediately there is restoration of lost hope, and eradicate all pyramids of panic. Followed by reasons for ginger, and aspiration for more; and you just quickly dry your tears like you didn’t shed one bucket.

For some, it’s a place where they can shut their eyes and sleep, no fear, or unrest that something will go wrong; like when he can drop his gun, and not puzzle that anyone will set in motion the process for his death, or harm. Where he’ll simply REST.

For THEwriter, it’s that time he turns off data services which allows for peace, as red-light will cease to blink. No stress, no worries, just Growth. Even Jesus went away for some time to pray.

Thank You

Cogitatio Season 2

Cogitatio season is back, took an off course break, prompted by a need for a bigger office, and embedded by desire to be better. During the period THEwriter bumped in and out of life in different dresses, and manners. I kind of prefer the very long Jovani dinner gowns, because it hides the rash realities that are inevitably inter-woven with human existence, and like they say, ‘what you don’t know would not hurt’, as against the bum short Tom Ford skirts nature put on that reveals all the intrigues associated with personal, public and universal human living.

The off course break period can be likened to a Sabbatical leave, as there was predominant contact with Western knowledge that helped THEwriter, inter alia find a common ground to host a talk, or a debate between Religion and Science, paying attention into areas of superiority, friendship, and partnership, and also avenues for strengthening the union between God and man, in an honest bid to avoid detrimental issues like global warming, hell fire, etc.

During the break THEwriter delved into different levels of reason; of course heights of reason likeable to someone on his level of consciousness; no artificial. There is a better, closer and, more reaching attachment to earth, mainly through its physical components like trees, grasses, building infrastructure, specs of sand, colours and compositions, water, both as streams and large currents of flow from rain and ocean.

There was also better defining of purpose, and ambition, better assimilation, and understanding of tradition. Better understanding of the processes of automatic re-creation of sustained life on earth. Acceptance that events unfolding follow, and observe certain processes, and laid down patters that ensure a ‘perfect self-sustaining universe’.

Certain laws, codes of conduct that are considered so ‘living’ or alive that a minority have access to, that they use a smokescreen to blind the Majority, by attracting to themselves that which they need to remain like the ceiling; inevitably above. Certain beliefs, and ways of life that suggest that Nature, and science have a common distant origin, and bloodline; God. Regardless of all what we have written, and researched over the centuries.

During this period of rest, some very disturbing issues beclouding the political, social, moral, and economic genres of my Beloved Nigeria. Sad to say is the actors, and actresses involved in all of these anomalies, and glitches are less than 25000 in human number through-out the country. So strong however, is because they decide when they will decide to pull the trigger; and like they say, ‘the one behind the gun lives forever’, so all sounds go mute.

This recess penned and enveloped to my heart the need for peace, and advocacy of same; for a moment, or moments for meditation. It connected me to love in unrefined status, so pure and natural it’s likened to a new born.
Antoine Arnauld wrote ‘language is a direct reflection of thought’ All that and more

THEwriter intends to share. Enjoy the writing.

Thank You.

MEANWHILE

In the meantime,while my soul was in recess, and un-rather strangely too, i found me thinking of you more times. Every time I just get a click in my head, however slight, my senses arrive speedily beside you, all images begin to take your form, sometimes just a little, but some other times it appears really visibly, physically you. Sounds like a joke, but this is my thought that you cannot see, apparently my face don’t wear it. Whythen should I lie?

I tore all the pictures, all of them, I couldn’t handle it. However, I regret I did. Afterwards, I realized I tore all of you I’d have held on to. Ok, particularly that one you wore a brown sweater, that one you had a peace-sign we took during trade fair; I miss that one the most. But I couldn’t stand seeing your face after all that ensued, and all you uttered.

Yes, I was a jerk, but how jerky should I have been when He said He kissed you, you said pecked, I insisted kissed, because there was contact, you said whatever, I asked not to be disrespected, you said am jealous, I said stuff, you got angry, I got mad. POW!!! red-eye; I use to convince myself I don’t need you in my life no more; that’s not entirely true, my current thoughts entirely disagree.

That’s how every time I call you; it’s a girl on the other side. Sometimes they are laughing, and screaming, meaning you are having a good time. That last slut hung up on me, and when I talk, you say its nag, that I am just jealous; who wouldn’t. Well, I guess that’s why I tore those pictures; painful part is,my mom bought two of those sweaters, one for my Dad, the other for you. That’s your image I constantly see in my head.

I know you hate me right now; I guess you’ll always do. I hear you talking with your mom all the time, and how you both talk for long hours. I realize you don’t even ask about me, how my health is faring. You don’t even care about my business. Deeper in me, I hope you care. It’s been three weeks since you left for the semester, and we’ve not spoken; not a word. You don’t understand I was your age thirty years ago. I have to instil some discipline, like your Granny did me. This entire struggle is for you, Tola, and Rotimi. I hope one day you’ll realize.

You feel say I get, but I no wan help you abi? You feel say cash de but I just wan stingy abi? Na there you lie, I no hold cash dat day, even my t.pbeen no sure, I no fit talk; na shameful thing, at my age no t.p. You just de bo-bo, you just de loud, you just de shout, you de so comfortable de displayjonzing. You no sabi my plans for you, na why. No be everything mouth go spill. I hate say we fall-out; I still miss my Padi.

I don’t know why, but am thinking of you plenty lately; I starting to think nature want us together again. I would not hold back any longer, I refuse to let conceit make the most of me. it’s like am losing it. My heart desires your presence, there is increasing need to hold your hand, and feel them lips.

This period apart allowed me realize I miss you.

Thank You.

PDP. THE NEW REALITY

From time immemorial, politics has been the fuel powering the machinery of the state for the maintenance of law, the sustenance of sovereignty, and the pursuit of public welfare. And as Plato, an ageless philosopher cautioned, ‘one of the penalties of refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors’

Politics is not a dirty game as many people with political apathy, malice and prejudice often colour it to be. Such aspersions will only dissuade and discourage honourable people from actively participating in it. We will all agree that there are disreputable persons in every sector of our society who work despicably and dishonourably in their own line of duty. There are bad teachers, bad doctors, bad lawyers, bad clerics, and bad business people. Hence bad politicians who play the game of politics unethically should not make us throw away the bath water along with the baby. And as the Arabs will wisely say, ’the weeds in the garden are usually watered for the sake of the seeds’. They are willing to risk both their reputation and their resources against all forms public scrutiny and vilification, in order to serve in leadership position for the betterment of their country.

It is quite compelling that without unity, and integration a nation will eventually disintegrate and fall. The world is constantly changing. Democracy is also increasingly evolving. It is agreeably espoused to be the deep polarity among a people. Its emerging widespread fossilization and institutionalization across the globe should not be conceived as an insidious imperialistic drawback against our culture.Inevitably, it should be embraced,and husbanded as a humanistic leverage towards our sustainable attainment of liberty, security, and prosperity both as individuals, and as a people. Democracy aims at establishing a workable framework of governance by the avenue of a free, and fair electioneering platform; where all stakeholders come together to harmonize their differences, synchronize their ideas, and synergize to advance their mutual benefits, their common interest, and their shared aspirations.

Political parties are essentially the platforms on which democracy is cultivated and nurtured. The People’s Democratic Party (PDP) is indisputably the first political party in the history of Nigeria to have a pragmatic national agenda rather than provincial/regional propaganda. It is undeniably the largest and richest political party in Africa, and the foremost vanguard of democratic change, and development in Nigeria. And just like every other invention of man, this party is not perfect.

There are many ignoble politicians that are striving to assault its integrity and abort its cohesion. These misguided malcontents are recklessly desecrating the hallowed platform of this noble party.
Although most of our political leaders were overwhelming voted into power under the umbrella of the PDP, some had regrettably become corrupted by the intoxication of the power and the seduction of impunity. We the youths form the largest proportion of the electorate. We are inescapably the real king markers. PDP does not belong to the elites or glitterati. Power belongs to Nigerians. It is the democratic workshop of every politically patriotic Nigerian.

Let this be a reawakening clarion call to ginger our youths to salvage our great party, the PDP from the hostage grip of bad politicians. We must rise to claim the leadership of PDP. Political power will never be given to the youths, we must contest for it. Evil can only persist so long as good people fail to resist it. We can no longer afford to be sentimental or myopic. A more radical and holistic diagnosis of the malady impairing the Nigerian projects reveals that a nation overburdened by the germs of illiteracy, cupidity, mediocrity and hypocrisy will be overwhelmed by an epidemic of poverty, corruption, poor leadership and insecurity. The panacea to this maelstrom of menace regardless of our political leanings can be actualised via an ethical-overhaul and value-reorientation.

Imperatively, this must begin in our closets, our associations, our business organisations, our political parties, and our public institutions. Enough is enough. We must usher in the revolution we all dream and yearn for. The enlightened youths must lead this revolutionary struggle in a civil way by the use of the ballot box and other democratic arsenals. We must not yield to the savage blood-letting snare of the barrel of the gun. Anarchy and violence had not and cannot lead any lasting liberty and peace.

Lastly, it’s hypocritical to condemn what we can’t correct, and immature to criticize what we can’t change. We can no longer be silent and reticent. We must begin to walk our talk and be model of change we desire to see. PDP belongs to Nigerians. All hands should be brought on deck to transform our country. We can’t go down memory lane to rewrite our history, but we can begin where we are today to renew our hopes, recreate our reality, and secure a promising future for posterity. We are the new reality of democracy in Nigeria. The stakes are high, and we can’t accord to fail. And as the noble laureate Wole Soyinkasuccinctly puts it, ‘we must set forth at dawn’ before the twilight of age and ability sets against us.

Our struggle continues! Victory is certain!

Long live democracy! Long live PDP! Long live the federal republic of Nigeria!

This piece was written by Muhtari Moses Hassan.

RedEyeDiary vol. 1

'Hard Knock Life'


'Life get 1 balance wey make am be life; sometimes e de sweet, while some other times e de pain like cut from razor blade'


At a time piss-off de dictate my thoughts, at this point matters de excess, issues much and mind de pace. Everywhere hot, especially for this joint; issues de conflict and I de stare life for face.


At all at all na winch, but na person last option. So even if na pinch of salt, or half cup of beer, no give up the struggle. Invent options.


Hustle mathematics no de add up right, Aka gum, Aka glue even maga hand don tight. Hardly a case of missing cash from trouser cos all jeans don slim, you can feel even boxer.


Outside name and side, CALI, P.H, ABJ, K.D, and LASGIDI all na jungle. Patience good, but still make plans to burgle just in case the hustle puzzle no subtle.


I be Pikin, I be Pikin, I relied on parental immunity, now I'm a man, and fully in the street I feel insecurity. as an adult, my attachment with Family has disappeared, severe fear of failure just reappeared.


And as this clock de tick, thoughts de increase. Victory and defeat de take centre stage for this debate. On a per second billing tariff plan, majority of HOPES de decrease.

Well Some fridays 'tgif' went up, though I no see club fence from distance; but since I'm trendy, and young, and since na the trend, and na my PM, I'll be hopeful, na part of my existence.


In this hardKnockLife movie, your ambition na Actor, real life na boss. Your hommies and your shawty na supporting strikers; Federal Govt. Mount 'defense' #Naija's perfect Nollywood film.


The truth of the matter be say things don change, all man for himself, na perfect reality image. Hustle smart and let crap pass sewage.


Events are tough no doubt; but pop yo collar Bro. Victory is what we about.


Thank You.


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