Pauls' Quick But Far Away From Smart Moves:

 Pauls' Quick But Far Away From Smart Moves:

The Rwandan Defence Force (RDF) has retired 12 generals and others in a move to reshuffle the military while Cameroon’s President Paul Biya has made changes to the Central African country’s Ministry of Defence.

Both moves are coming in the wake of the Gabon coup, the latest in a series of military takeovers in Africa. Those were quick but far away from smart moves.

This shows that the only way to bring a failed country back to its senses is to install the military, not forever, but for a short while to restore law and order. 

Biya and Kagame created themselves powerful enemies at the time of dismay and uncertainty of reliable allies, the consequences of such decisions in a terrible situations like this are unbearable. It takes a lot to have a reliable ally these days; I hate to lose one.

It's normal to have a powerful enemy, to exercise your prowees and practice deterrence, but not when you're at jeopardy.

Let this be known that you can't dismiss your general(s) over uncertainty of being overthrown; you have no idea how many heads they must have had buried to attain the rank, and how far they can go preserve what is theirs.

Human being are ambitious; particularly men: some desire for riches, some power, glory, and some for women; And here it has to be noted that men must be either pampered or crushed, because they can get revenge for small injuries but not for grievous ones. So any injury a leader does to his cabinets should be of such kind that there's no fear of revenge.

To keep their generals, service chiefs up to the task, the Presidents, on their side, must be considerate towards them, must pay them honour, enrich them, put them in debts, share with them both honours and responsibilities.

Thus, the generals will see how dependants they are on the President, and having riches and honours to the point of surfeit they'll desire no more, holding too many offices they can not but fear change, and think far away from overthrowing the President. 

Biya and Kagame duty was only to know what  their general and high ranking military officers desire; give it to them or snatch it away from them; in the case of serving general(s) I'll say give it to them because they're untouchable, they needed to be pampered not crushed, they knows too much, If they must be crushed, then kill not dismissal.

Former President Buhari might not be a politician, but he played his card well, with his service chiefs, the moves I admired so much for it was recommendable:

President Buhari appointed the ex-service chiefs in 2015 and refused to bow to the pressure to relieve them of their duties for serving for more than 5 years until they “voluntarily resigned”. Because he knew that they knows too much, and couldn't take chances with them.

Before their “retirement” there were widespread calls for their removal over failure to contain insecurity.

Despite serving for 5 and half years, still couldn't afford to watch them being prosecuted, he shielded them with Article 29 of the Vienna Convention.

Article 29 of the Vienna Convention protects diplomats from arrest and grants them immunity against civil and criminal prosecution.

Article 29 of the convention states:“

Diplomats must not be liable to any form of arrest or detention. They are immune from civil or criminal prosecution, though the sending country may waive this right under Article 32.”

Buhari on February 4, 2021, appointed the ex-service chiefs as non-career Ambassadors, and called on them to deploy their wealth of experience to promote Nigeria’s interest during their tour of duty in countries of accreditation.

Their appointment as Nigeria’s ambassadors to foreign countries sparked public outrage, with calls on the Senate to reject their nominations.

Despite the outrage, the Senate, on February 23, 2021, confirmed their nominations.

This made the service chiefs indebted to Buhari; loyal and allies for eternity and beyond. He shared with them both honours and responsibilities, he gave them offices to handle, they'll definitely think of nothing but fear of change.

"And here it has to be noted that men must be either pampered or crushed, because they can get revenge for small injuries but not for grievous ones. So any injury a President does a man should be of such kind that there's no fear of revenge."- Nicholas Machiavelli

The sharing of smart moves should be transitional for likes of Pauls' to learn from the kind of Buharis'. The Pauls'safety and certainty in office is not guaranteed, they should go back to drawing board.

On the Ministerial Portfolio

 On the Ministerial Portfolio:

The North criticizing the ministerial portfolio, the East feels miserable, while some ingrates in the West feels less valued. This clearly signaled that people are loosing confidence within the 100 days in office over compensation instead of competence.

Choosing of Ministers is a matter of no little importance for a President; and their worth depends on the sagacity of the President himself. 

The first opinion that is formed of a President's intelligence is based on the quality of people he has around him. When they're competent and loyal he can always be considered wise, because he has been able to recognize their competence and to keep them loyal. But when they're otherwise, the President is always open to adverse criticism; because his first mistake has been on the choice of his Ministers.

From the earliest days, past glories, and achievements, could but conclude that therefore the President was himself a man of great courage and ability. Above all the wise and intelligent.

Their are three kinds of intelligence: one kind understands things for itself, the second appreciates what others can understand, the third understands neither for itself nor through others. The first kind is excellent, the second good, and the third useless.

Going back through the past glories and positions held and delivered by the cabinet will determine which category of the intelligence did the President belongs to; I guess if he did not have the first kind of intelligence, at least the second. 

From the past; we have seen instances where if not all most of the newly and yet to be sworn-in Ministers thinking more of themselves than of the people and the nation at large, seeking their own profit in everything they do, looted or aided in mismanagement of public funds, will such be good Ministers, you'll never be able to trust them.

This is because a man entrusted with the task of government must never think of himself but of the interest of the nation, and must never concern himself with anything except the nation's affairs, for a man entrusted with the tasks of government must remain the people's servant with a common heart. 

How many of the members of the cabinet have petitions against them?

"Matawalle As Zamfara Governor Donated Hilux Vehicles, Millions Of Naira To Bandits."- Sahara Reporters.

" Governor Nyesom Wike Caught On Tape Arranging Bribery Of INEC Officials." Sahara Reporters.

On patriotism:

“Nigeria is a blood expensive tag to have against your name. Leave patriotism for a minute. That tag is a bloody waste of energy. A second foreign passport isn’t sufficient to clean the sin.” Bosun Tweeted. 

"The Nigerian government has written to the Ebonyi State Governor, David Umahi, accusing him of stealing the Covid-19 relief funds donated by the World Bank for alleviation of the effects of Covid-19 pandemic on the people of the state." -Sahara Reporters.

"AUDIO : Governor Umahi threatens to kill Peoples Gazette reporters over Ebonyi corruption story." Peoples Gazette

"Pandora  Papers investigation – led by the International Consortium of Investigative Journalists, including more than 600 journalists, including some from PREMIUM TIMES, reported that huge funds, warehoused offshore, is part of billions of dollars Bagudu helped the Sani Abacha family to steal from Nigeria in the 1990s." - Daily Trust

"While the people of Yobe state wallow in poverty Governor Gaidam taxed the 17 local governments of the state the sum of 20 million naira each as a gift to him for the lavish wedding of his daughter which took place late last year." - Sahara Reporters

Well, I'm not fit enough to stand on the opinion on which category of intelligence did the President belongs to, but I'm not unaware that many have held and hold the opinion that event are controlled by fortune and by God in such a way that the prudence of men cannot modify them, indeed, that men have no influence whatsoever.

Because of this, I come to conclude that there's no point in sweating over things but that one should submit to the rulings of chances.

Peace our optimum priority:

Ioried very hard not to talk about the massive protests going on across cities, because I felt like I was not fit enough to stand on opinion on the matter; but causing traffic gridlocks, setting police stations ablaze, freeing inmates from jail, destroying public properties and shooting innocent people can not, will not, and never be tolerated.

The president of the Senate, Ahmad Lawan, and the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Femi Gbajabiamila, made the appeal on Sunday, October 18, after meeting with President Muhammadu Buhari that the protests should stop since the Nigerian government has accepted the demands listed by the youth protesters, but yet the protest keeps spreading due to selfish interest.

The demand made by the protesters needs time and a conducive environment to be implemented, notwithstanding the National Assembly made an assurance that it will play it's required roles on the issue, and effort has been made.

Nigeria's President Buhari has reacted to the ongoing nationwide #EndSARS protests on Monday, October 19; the president stated that "the youths have the right to protest and make demands from their leaders.", how strange that their only demand is for the president to be remove from office, democratically elected president.

The protest was said to be a peaceful protest but what is currently happening across cities is totally different. At a point I was in Support of the protests, when I realized that there's a hidden motives behind the protest, I immediately detached myself from it. I got to know that this is a plan for a revolution, Alas, there is no room for revolution. Nigeria is one.

And, I got to know that this is no longer a peaceful protest, rather they; protesters and hoodlums, wants to unleash mayhem to run down the country. For that, I will like to admonish whosoever that is having a negative plans against our Nation to stop before being coerce by the government.

If in anyway this post offend you, please kindly go to hell and meet your ancestors there. And, I repeat, there is no bargain for the peace of our Nation. Peace is our optimum priority.
#SecureNorth.

Love is dying fate is defying.

Love is dying Faith’s defying:

She has many lovely looks,

Such looks only Queen’s Beuty could.

She told him stories to delight his ears,

She showered him Favour to allure his eyes,

To win his heart; she touched him here and there,

Touches so soft still conquer chastity.

Alas! He killed all the fantasy she had on his head,

He rose and ray away, ah fool forward.

Night sweet

Night sweet:

Her lips against mine how often she joined,

Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing, 

How many tales to please me she coined.

‘Good night, good rest’,

She bade good night that kept my rest away.

‘Farewell, See you again tomorrow’,

And she left me again in sorrow. 

Her cloudy looks will calm the night,

Thereupon, she dissembled her delight.

Poor Danmande must live alone,

Other help for me, I see that there is none.

The last line.

...Sometimes I wish my world could be *rearranged,* at least from the way it was *prearranged.* 

Sometimes I think of writing a *Letter,* just to change my life for the *better.* 

Sometimes I wish I was never *here,* and that I was never *there,* 

Sometimes I wish I had long *left,* before nemesis cought up with my long *theft.* 

Sometimes my feeling is *jinxed,* and my emotion is *mixed.*

Sometimes I wish I had another *chance,* Sometimes I hope for a second *chance.* 

Sometimes I wish I had never *loved,* Sometimes I wanted to be always *loved.* 

Sometimes my life could as sweet as *Honey,* until I think about the end of my *Journey!*

Sometimes I wish there could be a someone who is a *treasure* that must be *treasured!*

 Who will always be around in time of *Leisure* and *Presure!* A wonderful person , I will be damn *Sure!*

The irony of life.

Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be *seen,*

Sometimes things aren’t always as they *seem.*

Sometimes we need someone to call our *own,*

Especially when we’re all *alone.*

Sometimes people just can’t *understand,*

Why things get out of *hand.*

Sometimes life just isn’t *fair,*

Especially when people justdon’t *care.*

And sometimes it's hard to *say,*

Why things have to be this *way.*

Sometimes it’s all you can do to get *by,*

Especially when dreams continue to just *die.*

Sometimes it’s nice to sit in the *rain,*

Just to relieve the *pain.*

And when we’ve had a really bad *day,*

Sometimes we just want to walk *away.*

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the *same,*

Sometimes we simply haveto let go of the *Fame.*

And sometimes when people get *hurt,*

Even the strongest ones may need *comfort.*

Fight for your love.

                     Mande’s Memo:

Lovely, fresh and cloudy evening:
You looks as none could look but Beuty’s queen.

Your red rounded lips liking at each other;
Your wide white eyes staring at raindrops,
Only could by a queen.

Oh my ardent love;
I’ve lost you once,
Wasn’t the pains worse enough;
To loose you again.?

All I need is your love;
Your love is worth enough;
To Fight for and to Die for;
To loose you and die again.

Oh most potential love;
You got a smile;
Only heaven can make such a smile,
I pray to God everyday;
To keep you that smile,
Forever and ever smile.

God bless the broken road.

M

In the mid this year; words runs through my mouth, but I felt that I wasn’t fit enough to stand on opinions on my community issues, Jos North, Plateau state. I resigned and changed my mind. For that; I must spill out the beans through thick and thin.

It’s now the moment when by common consent we pause to become conscious of our community and to rejoice in it, to recall what our community done for each of us, and to ask ourselves what we can do for our community in return.

Gone are the days whereby community service and community development were path of our life, attitude, and hubby. Now the reverse is the case.

Years back we had good road system, and proper hygiene environment, the life was near perfect bliss; now those road system has turned to ponds and lakes. It’s our duty to fix those road not to wait for the government intervention.

Week earlier; a neighbor’s wife was in her labor at late hours, we tried to rushed to the hospital, but the city roads are completely submerged, traffic had came to standstill, we spent an hour and half due to the broken road with heavy rainfall. Alas! She lost the pregnancy. She’s still suffering from Fistula epidemic.


After a marathon journey down to my apartment. Someone, rushed to me, hurriedly, and stopped me. Trying to have some words with me at my discomfort, but I couldn't resist. Thought it was about the incident and our broken roads. It wasn’t. I was wrong.

It was a long story but what makes it unique will be told in brief.

'I've examined you entirely; personal life and human relationship', He said.
I was amazed with a deep shocked. Oh! Really? I replied.

Suddenly, he interjected the amusement with recommendations whose tidings I never planned for.
"After my examinations, I got to know that your  entire life is based on capitalism, I mean you're a capitalist", He added.

I was pissed off. I was about to roll up my sleeves and fight, but I resigned and changed my mind. Because I realized that every pool can do that, and I want to be above that.

I forced a fake smiles, and replied to him in a typical and diplomatic manner, 'of course yes, I'm a capitalist and profit is my motive'. Do you have a problem with that? I asked.

He stood rhetoric and walk away shamelessly, without uttering a single word, neither turning back to look at me.

This is to say we absolutely lacked the ‘the power of togetherness’ in jos north, as far as on one cannot share the feelings of anothers’ sadness, rather open a room for gossip. We Can’t go anywhere further as far as we can’t pause and think of how to develop our community.

Recently a speedy runner on the broken roads, lost control and hit two youngsters which leads them to their earlier graves. Had it been we fixed our broken roads this wouldn’t have happened.

This youngsters live might be a beneficial to the society and the country at large. Let’s do it together.

However; many cars were broken down on the broken roads, how strange those luxury cars belong to the big men of our our community whom had never thought of solving their problems.

For that I will like to call on the attention of the entire community of Jos North, plateau State; that this is the home of our making, no one can solve our problems better than us. Let’s make our community better again.

Remember; we have more that unite us than divide us, together everyone achieves more. Let’s forget the differences and do it together. God bless Jos North. God bless Plateau.

Bread of my routine.

Oh most potential love,
When you say you love,
I walk above the clouds.

You, the bread of my routines
I feels empty without you,
Every piece of you fills in so perfectly.

Your memory is a treasure,
You’re loved beyond words,
And missed beyond measure.

Now, absent of you,
Are abundant with you.

Meri Jaan. (Mrs Danmande)

A cloud she's 

Who lit in the darkness,

A softhearted she's 

Who springs in the wilderness,

A flower she's 

Who smells in the garden,

Her ardent eyes 

Glow and shine like a sun,

A Queen she's 

Who walks on a fiery desert wind,

An angelic person she's 

Who can changes the world,

with a smile.

The epitome of Beauty 

Lies on her smiles,

Above all.

Simple sweet she is.

Oh

Most potential love 

Vow, bond, nor space 

In the heart neither Stink, 

knot, nor confine.

when goodbye doesn't work You could lay your hands on my shoulder.

Noblest Ending.

Milk and help are all what she needed the most, but none is within my reach. I shouted, no one was there to hear my voice. I cried out loud and no one was there to see my tears.

I stood useless. I watched the life ebbed out of  her veins, heart stop beating, mouth wide open, patch tongue, blue eyes staring at nothing, purple skin, suddenly, the body becomes cold.

I watched the angels of death taking my beloved soul's high above. I stood helpless.

If life was a fair enough; ours'  should be for eternity. For; we never had a beginning, ours' start from ending.

I still can't forgive myself for her death, I was the cause, and the reason for her death. I remorsed and punished myself for my recklessness.

I poisoned a freshly served meat, never knew she was within. I did it purposely because of two stubborn rats that makes my life miserable. She falled into my trap, she ate instead of them, and died within my hands and my chest.

   *The ending of my cat and I, in my story.(When nothing last forever)*

Online Dates.

I dedicate this to all those who do online dating, those who in a relationship, single & broken-hearted.

It all started with a friend
request and it was
approved. Then it was the Hi, hello, good morning, goodnight…
Later the Hi(s) & Hello(s) lead to knowing
each other more, and the friendship became strong.

With time the friendly chats resulted into lovers chats. You caught feelings for each other online. You met and found each other so interesting.

You trusted them and gave in your whole heart, love and body. They gave you happiness you had never dreamt of. Time
came and you couldn't live without each other.

You could not afford spending a day without talking or chatting with each other. You got so addicted to one another. Then later on, insecurities set in.

You started feeling jealousy about them, constant fights, mistrusts, doubts, flirting, false accusations & suspicions came in, and many other strange acts.
You started seeing each other’s un-serious side and imperfections.

The relationship became a battlefield. You all dropped the communication; you started
hating each other and regretting why you fell in love with them, why you trusted them & why you were too blind to give in your heart to them.

You then became silent for some good time
waiting for them to contact you or to make a move. The waiting was in vain and you ended up being broken- hearted & used. You now hate love & you decided to live a single life.

That’s how many people’s relationships start & end. They start with too much love & high
expectations and they quickly end over small issues that can be resolved. Few people that stick with each other through thick and thin till the end.

Trow a fit at it.

Moment earlier, after a marathon journey down to my apartment. Someone, rushed to me, hurriedly, and stopped me. Trying to have some words with me at my discomfort, but I couldn't resist.

It was a long story but what makes it unique will be told in brief.

'I've examined you entirely; personal life and human relationship', He said.
I was amazed with a deep shocked. Oh! Really? I replied.

Suddenly, he interjected the amusement with a recommendations whose tidings I never planned for.
"After my examinations, I got to know that your  entire life is based on capitalism, I mean you're a capitalist", He added.

I was pissed off. I was about to roll up my sleeves and fight, but I resigned and changed my mind. Because I realized that every pool can do that, and I want to be above that.

I forced a fake smiles, and replied to him in a typical and diplomatic manner, 'of course yes, I'm a capitalist and profit is my motive'. Do you have a problem with that? I asked.

He nodded and walk away shamelessly, without uttering a single word, neither turning back to look at me.

NOTE: we don't trade authenticity for approval, and is not every silly things worth our anger. Always keep in mind that; no one has the right to your happiness. Say no to negative people and negative mind.

'Subordinate people detained possible minds. Stand on your feet and conquer your defeat'.-Sa_Danmande.

Put down the swords into rough shares

Put down the swords into rough-shares

I received a call from the home of our making that i lost friends and a friend of friends over the recent incident In jos and other areas. Tears dropped from my eyes.

I was about to roll up my sleeves and fight back, but I resigned and changed my mind. I realised that any fool can do that, and I want to be above fool. I changed the hostilities into friendliness.

I don't want to exaggerate the issue and promote hatred, but the number of the death-roll were too numerous to mention. Above all, it's what it's, it was what it was, and what happened had happened.

Able bodies of individual who could have been very productive were sent to their earlier graves. Perhaps, this people would have contributed their best towards the development and the progress of the state.

Not only that, many properties were destroyed. Interestingly, Plateau has been so fortunate to never lost a leader or a great politician during each clashed.

Sadly enough, the land that we fought, fight over and over is the same land that we wet with our bloods and buried our own soul inside. Be soft. Even the mountains are soft. They springs us water sometimes. Be calm. Even the lions are not scary all the time. They are friendly, sometimes.

I learnt from our fathers that theirs was better than this. Theirs was peace and harmony. For that I said NO to retaliation. Let's live with example.

I'm down on my knees urging my people not to retaliate, let's give peace a chance to reign. Together we make our home a great.

The days and years to come will not be the same without my people- but they will be good days, filled with life and love, because of the example they lived for us.

The soul that we lost to the cruel hands of death may they rest in perfect peace, for the families who had the lost; may God grant them the fortitude to bear the lost.

( Ai anshamu tun muna 'yan yara kanana, kuma mun warke.) please say NO to retaliation, let's shun the violence and harmonise each other.

Riding to kill

Two injured as keke hits bike.

A speedy runner, keke rider knocked down two young boys whom sustained severe injuries on leg around Koki street, at about 12 noon, the victims were rushed to hospital.

According to an eye witness Mallam Sanusi who confirmed the incident, explained that; the keke rider was running in a high speed without taking caution.

He added that, that was the third accident which occurred at the same place same date, due to the poor road, holes and heavy a downfall. He expressed discomfort over the incident.

Mallam Sanusi also said, the first accident which occurred at early morning happened to be the fatal accident accident among the three accidents, with many casualties, broken of arms and vehicle damages.

According to the Keke rider known as Adams Sarki, said he tried all his possible ways not to hit the bike, but he couldn't. And he was riding with caution and averaged speed.

His words, " I had a break failure, I had to know when I got closer to them, and there are hawkers by side, going to gutter will will cause a lot of casualties and damages, if not I would've entered the gutter without hitting any one".

According to one of the victims, Haidar Abubakr, who sustained severe injuries on his leg said, he saw the keke rider coming towards to them, they never knew that he lost control. Before they noticed it, he had knocked them down.

The victims were rushed to Kano state hospital, Accident and Emergency unit. Efforts were made to speak with The Federal Road Safety Corps, but unfortunately none of their members are available at the incident.

Fly off the handle

Fly off the handle.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Dating is so hard today. You don't know if you are meeting the representative. You don't know if the other person is only entertaining you until they can physically have your body.

You don't know if they are using your good spirit and good energy to get over an old flame that once burned them. 

Dating is so hard because so many people are afraid to be transparent with how they feel and what they truly want out of the next person. 

We project and say that we want all these things, but in the end some of us really don't. Building a bond and a relationship with someone takes an extreme amount of work.

 You can't take days off when you are in a relationship. Everyday has to be geared towards growing stronger as a couple. 

You meet so many people today that don't understand that concept. You meet so many people today that just want to waste your time. 

It would be nice to meet someone without having hidden motives for a change. It would be nice to meet someone you can talk to and forget how much time has passed.

 It would be nice to meet someone who is tired of getting hurt and tired of getting it wrong just like you, and wants to get it right with someone special one day.

Never whisper the words of love if the feeling is not true. Never share your feelings if you mean to break the heart. Never look into my eyes iffy all you have to do is lie, and never say hello iffy you really mean goodbye.

Butterflies of sadness

The butterflies of sadness.

Indeed, death does not come when we plan for it. It's an uninvited guest, and when ever it comes we have no control over it. It takes anyone it wants, especially the good ones.

When thing goes the same way forever, it's not life. Different things must happen, the good, and the bad. We have no choice than to accept our fate. If Lucky was enough.

Dying has nothing to do with ageing, good wealth or ill health.

Dying is a process called Death thus; it's just like every-other Debt. It comes without knocking, and does not deserves mocking.

From the day you arrived this world, Death has prepared your Debt Sword.

Jafar Muhammad Danmande has paid his own debt, and gone to rest. Indeed, it's a long journey, lemme hold my crashing tears, till we meet in the nearest years. Though, the tears never dry from the wet heart.

If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you back home.

Jafar was the only kid brother I had, and I lost him to the cruel hands of death on Tuesday morning 09/10/2018, which I call the 'tears day'. It's true we don't know what we've got until its gone.

While we're mourning the loss of our brother, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

I have lived long to outgrown clothes, in the constant image of my own face, I have witnessed rays of newborn sun, in the grave attention of my own eyes.

I have seen the demise of my own soul, seemingly panting, like the heart of a virgin bride, but on the tip of my parched tongue, I have commanded my pen to ask, how easy is it to die?

If dying is to cease living, a hungry man might have no code, but surely he's got only one hope, the hope of death, to sweep his debt.

like the hunter that passed on, he left his poverty to his own gun.

what about my little brother? the poor boy who died over a day sick,

he left his unforgettable memories to the home and the family.

Jafar, simple sweet he is. He was a good boy, smart and intelligent. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Sometimes stubborn for my likings. The one l liked the most, but death do us apart. The one I bullied under any circumstances, the one I beat for no reason.

A dark gloom days has passed, the butterflies of sadness Hoover in millions, and the pond of tears never dry. The sweet memories are still fresh, and they will always be. Though, everything remains joyless.

Jafar, was used to knocked on my door every morning for school rid. That was what I hated the most. We had to fight everyday before I drove him to school. Now, he has gone. I wish he'll come back someday just to knock on my door, if it's necessitate let him break down the door. I wouldn't mind.

I remembered, the last time I drove him to school, I bullied him well, he was just laughing at me with enthusiasm. I can see the smiling face which had never fade. This little boy has touched our heart, mind and soul. We'll always count you in our daily prayers.

The days and years to come will not be the same without my brother, but they will be good days, filled with life and love, because of the example he lived for us.

Dear death, if you want to take someone's soul from my family, please take mine first. Thanks.

“Death comes, and makes a man his prey,

A man whose powers are yet unspent;

Like one on gathering flowers intent,

Whose thoughts are turned another way.

Begin betimes to practise good,

Lest fate surprise thee

unawares

Amid thy round of schemes and cares;

To-morrow’s task to-day conclude.*

Mahābhārata.”

Excerpt From: William Alexander Clouston. “Book of Wise Sayings.”

Oh Allah!

Make Jafar's death better than his live,

Make his grave better than his house,

And make jannatul Firdausi his final destination. Ameen Ya Rabbi.

The girl called Meenoh

The girl called Meenoh.

The story started on a faithful morning. She was the first person I met. First person I knew. And the only  One I liked. In a particular.

Wind sprinkled mind and wiped away sorrows.

Rain falls down and cleaned out worries.

Terrific flood hits heart whirlwind glanced healed wounds. 

For off a face visage sat down under a tree little drawn was largeness think in paradise sawn.

vowed nothing greatness will attention drawn.

Breezes passed by like a cloudy

Cold soared like a kite 

Snow dropped by like a rain

Birds sang so sweet like a melody

She looked so lonely. I looked so humble. We met by a destiny. On a the same version. Those memories were unforgettable.

She sat all alone. Under trees, under cold. The trees were soft. They springs water on her. I felt pity for her. And I liked her at first sight for the patience and for endurance. She earned my respect immediately, at first sight. And forever. Because she was strong.

I greeted her( as gentle man), I learnt that we were all there for the same purposes. I thank God for that, for she was a real.

We walked together towards the Deen's office for why we were there.

I should be a mighty proud for walking with a golden lady, with a pure heart like her. For that, I recognized myself as a fortunate person than anyone could be.

I enjoyed every single second of that moment. 

I read her like a magazine and I saw my future in her  eyes. I had faith in what I saw.

I loved every piece of her, from her head to her toes. She reminded me of my past. I loved her name the most. She shared the same name with the most important person in my universe. My mom.

I wished we could stay for a longer time, and know each other more. But, alas we achieved what brought us together. I knew that we would still meet again soon. I guarantee it. And it happened.

School resumed:

We kept behind closed doors, and every time I see her, I die little more. It was obvious that she is meant for me. Every piece of her just fits in so perfectly.

Every second, every thought, every time, I'm in so deep. But I never show on my face. Whenever I'm with her, I'm lost of words.

We can see for forever not a cloud in the sky

Picture perfect weather everyday of our lives

Just imagine if everything she wanted came true

Well it happened to me so it can happen to her,

We were on a journey of truth and belief is the key

So open up your heart and let your life free.

The more I know her, the more I got to know that she have a problem. I love being around crazy people, and I like her madness the most. She possessed them all. And, those kept me stocked with her.

The more I wanted to get close to her, the more I felt avoided. It hurts this fragile heart so badly. Life choices, this heart chose her. Just her. Little angel. 

I can walk miles to the edge of the universe for her angel, I will cross Oceans for her, I will walk barefooted for her, under grasses, under nails, and irons. When goodbye doesn't work, You could lay your hands on my shoulder.

Whenever the game is about to finish 

And we are losing, and no any fan to cheer up with panicked not, I will rewind the time and be the Ronaldo 

of your arena, and I will dedicate my championship crown to you.

Self crirism

The power of self criticism

Reason was lost, so were facts. The harder I argued the more arrogant he became. I quickly resigned, and admitted that i was wrong without any emphatically.

I'm in for it. I knew it. You caught me red handed. I have no any jurisdiction to argue or to defend myself. I said.

I must be very stupid for violating the rules and crossing my limits. You have all the rights to arrest me. You can take me to any court of law and the jury will decide on what to do with me. I added.

Young man look, you...I hurriedly interrupted him. You warned me severally not to violate the rules but I turned to deaf ears. I stubbornly reluctant to accept the ways and the rules. I said.

I lost the right to apologize for what I did. You can take me to your office and punish me for my mistakes. For that it will teach me a lesson. I added.

Now listen. You seriously violated the rules, but you can... I interrupted him again. I admired your work. I get my experience only from books, and you get your own experience everyday on a life line situations. I wish I had a job like you. I meant everything I said.

He stopped for seconds and start to tell me about his work experienced for 32 years of service. The places he worked, how he caught offenders, and dealt with them.

He continued to tell me about his likes and dislikes, what he liked the most about his job, and Also about his family. 

I was bewildered on how he suddenly changed from a hard-boiled to a softhearted. He also changed the topic of our discussion thoroughly to his biography.

He continued. If people are like you, can admit their wrong quickly, and without emphatically. We wouldn't have been dragging people to court every week. 

The townspeople defiled our work. Thank GOD. People like you can understand how good our work is.

You reminded me about my dearest late friend. He appreciate good things, with a sincere appreciation, just like you.

You appreciate good things. You are freeman. You can go. He said.