James Agazie Ed D

James Agazie Ed D

A retired college Professor  with educational backgrounds in law (JD) education (Ed.D, MA) counseling,( MS) and and mathematics.  Write on topics dealing with Nigerian families, marriages, education, and employment. 


The Arewa Boys are mistaken to lump all Ndiigbo in a bundle and pass them off as deplorable undesirables. I am Igbo, and I sometimes  dislike some of the things my fellow Igbo people do. While I admire Ndiigbo as a hard-working tribe, I dislike bip (pronounced B-E-E-P, meaning bad Igbo people). I do dislike some of my people  very intensely for many reasons.

The purpose of this essay is to state categorically that Ndiigbo are responsible for their predicament in Nigeria.  This explains why the bad Igbo people have earned the title "the most   reprehensible, blameworthy, and antisocial  persons." Igbos are not the  unwittinly innocent victims of other people's  evil machinations; they are the architects of their misfortune and objects of national ridicule.

The purpose of this essay is to paint the Igbos with the true color in order to help them change selves. The truth is that Igbos are everything  that has nothing to do with goodness.  The Igbos can and ought to change.You may say to me: "Why this sudden change of attitudes towards your own Igbo people? You used to love them, didn't you? Are you Igbo?"  Igbos need to swallow the bitter pills of truth from time to time. You ask: "Are you truly Igbo and why are you attacking your people?"

I am nwafor Igbo (naturally born Igbo man), from the State of Anambra, in one of the best premier Local Governments. I am  what you may call ezigbo Onye Igbo (true Igbo person). I used to love Igbos until they betrayed me.  Being Igbo doesn't prevent me from criticizing  other Igbos. You criticize people you love. A loving father is expected to discipline a cherished  child.  I criticize who I love because I want him or her to be better, more palatable, less disappointing.   We are each other's keepers. Doesn't iron sharpen iron? If you don't understand that, you  are Igbo hater and need to wisen up.

Surely, Igbos are naturally bad.  Igbos were once gods in this writer's private world, but are now becoming increasingly devilish.  Didn't some Igbos drug pushers  murder some  church members at Ozubulu Catholic  Church in Anambra to show their badness as a sacrilege? A sacrilege is  a blaspheme, irreverence, disrespect, profanity. It is an insult to God the Creator of all lives, isn't it?

My God is ashamed  for creating the murderous  Anayamirins . Can anything good come out of Anyamirin land? Can Igboman justifiably destroy what he did not create? Ndiigbo are bad in the sense  they love money to the extent that nothing else on earth matters more.

The Igbos  would love you when you praise them, butter their bread on both sides with the smear of dishonesty, deceit, lies, falsehood, fabrication, mendacity, deception. Tell igbos they are good, and you become their bosom friends forever and ever. Tell them the truth like "you are bad and you eat too much, drink too much beer, and fuck each others' wives too often."  What happens? They would crucify you upside down  no osisi obe nenwu oku (on a wooden, burning cross).

The truth is this: Igbos are a very  bad people If you live among and can understand  how  Igbos' warped mindset works. Ever wonder why Igbos are suffering in Nigeria ?  One Igbo man stopped me in front of Walmart  to ask me a perplexing  question: "Why are our people so bad? I asked Edward Okoye (I believe that was the name his father gave him) the same question.

Edward perplexes me with a perplexing question  while I stood perplexed  in front of Walmart under the August scorching, sizzling, blazing, sweltering, blistering, and baking late August sun's  heat. I was perplexed. To be perplexed , is to be confused, at a loss, mystified, confounded, baffled, thrown, or bewildered. This essay answered some of Edward's questions. Ndiigbo are bad because badness is in the blood of Ndiigbo.

Some Ndiigbo have  robbed  you, disappointed you, wounded you, and left  you perplexed. Other  Ndiigbo members of your family have done you a great wrong in that while you re attempting to be a model family member who is naively trusting, accepting  and loving of my people,  your fellow siblings have stabbed you in the back and robbed  you from my blind spot. Isn't it  bad when you are afraid of your own family?

When you were naïve, inexperienced, raw, trusting, immature, green as apple, something like a naïve man you were,  your family members told others you were  a bloody fool, yet  you are a wise man without whose help your  nieces and nephews would not have graduated  from universities and opened businesses. Who knows if Chineke (God of Ndiigbo) has kept you alive so you can continue to be blessings to others?

Some Ndiigbo people  are predatory in that they are voracious, greedy, rapacious, and grasping, insulting, disappointing, and waiting  to kick my flat ass in order to suck out the last kobo. Sometimes, they are so uncaring they would  bury  a living blood relation alive, just to have a funeral . They would  leave a relative gasping for air while the relative is perplexed, and scared stiff. Igbos can be pernicious. Sometimes this writer wonders if there is any benefit in belonging to the tribe.

Some Ndiigbo people  can be bad, awfully terrible , dreadfully appalling, shockingly horrific, and ghastly inhumane and horrific. They are perspicacious, suggesting a special keenness and ability to cause harm. There is no end to the appellations descriptive of Ndiigbo.

Are you surprised to read this from this writer who  has  been penning some good stuffs about my Igbo people because they are my people,  because they gave birth to me, because I speak their language, think as they do, and surprisingly (shockingly) behave as they do.

I could not help painting the Igbos with a broad brush and strokes  of immaculate praise and depicting Igbos in sketches that are glorious, full of tall tales of conquests that are wonderful, splendid, marvelous, celebrated, superb, impressive, fabulous, famous, heroic, and herculean, which suggests the superhuman size and strength of Greek god  Hercules. All these have been in the past before I shed the cloak of immaturity. Ndiigbo are a bad specimen of humanity.

I love being a child of Igbo parents. To me, being Igbo is epoch-making. Call it unreal, childish, puerile, infatuation, rubbish, lacking of seriousness or good judgment.  Sometimes, I scratch my head and pinch  my butt. when  my soul says: "Dianyi, were nwayo. Ina ekwu eziokwu?" ( My friend, take it easy. Are you being truthful?. The Igbos perplex beyond measures for they are more devilish than godly. They are bamboozling. I have to remind myself constantly: "You cannot lose faith in your people"

My love affair with the Igbos has taken a terrible beating. The Igbos like it when you speak something flowerily about them  or spread a tale that is spuriously fictional, fictitious, fastidious, or fabulous  about them , when you kiss their anyamirin ass, and when you inflate their sickening  ego just as you would pump up a flat tire with ikuku (air), provided the air is compressed lies, and you did the pumping with an object rather than the mouth you eat foo-foo with.

Many Igbos have the capacity to fill their stomachs up with so much deceits/falsehoods, they become constipated. Many Igbos  often steal from close family members because  they are full of excessive greed and envy of neighbors whose bank accounts have an extra  Naira. Igbos are fixated on material possessions. Fixation is a psychological term meaning the Igbos often go after and are immersed in something like wealth. Igbo fixation with money is not an unusual obsession; it is fascination, mania, addiction , or compulsive passion.

Ndiigbo are so fixated on money it seems they stop growing and become transfixed, motionless, as If suspended in midair at the sight or smell of Naira. They stop moving as a result of surprise, shock, interest, amazement, awe, terror that comes from the sight or smell of currency. Why? That's the kind of power money has on Ndiigbo, including wealth's centrifugal and centripetal forces.

Many Igbos cannot work together as the Hausas and Yorubas do, and when the Igbos do work cooperatively, some idiotic Igbo chairman or secretary carries the money belonging to the group and vamooses. To vamoose is slang, meaning to hurry away as some boorish scoundrels. These are the thieves or one-eyed bandits  you find in President Buhari's  cabinet and Ndiigbo governor's mansions. Ndiigbo can be not just bad; they are  treacherous.

And when an Igbo steals, he doesn't  just  pinch or pilfer. He carries not just some, but all of the goodies, including the money bags and financial statements  so you cannot trace anything, leaving nothing to chance.  While stealing, the Igbo thief gallops at 770 mps ( miles per second  in a zone marked for 10 yards. A thief runs fast when no man pursues. Some enterprising Igbos ransack the entire department and burn down the building so that no accountant can trace what actually happened.

It seems that some Igbos cannot organize themselves into a viable group with one voice for political purpose. Igbo voices are clamorous, boisterous, obstreperous, and vociferous. The four adjectives describe something obtrusively loud, noisy, rowdy, and disorganized. Ndiigbo talk so mush the police can easily round up the criminals in one swoop.

Consider a situation where one enterprising Igboman named  Chief Obioma comes out to run for  Nigerian political office . Watch hell break loose! When the majority of Obioma 's fellow Igbos are in the running, pulling Obioma down and questioning his backgrounds and  qualifications. The confusion gives  the Northern hegemony time to collecting millions of Naira, not to support  Chief Obioma, but to bribe  him or his opponents  so he would abandon his political ambitions.

Selfish and greedy as most Igbos are, Chief Obioma is more likely to take Hausa money and disappear to the village than be is true to himself and his willingness to serve his community. Money rules the Igbo conscience more than integrity or truthfulness.

Obioma's Village advisors would urge  Chief Kanoye: " Oga, please  pick the bags of Hausa Naira from Kaduna and let's head home to the village in Anambra before our people rob us kpatakpata." There would be a party awaiting Chief Kanoye  upon his return to his secluded village in the East. If you believe this scenario to be true , you are  not only right but you have hit the nail on the head. Nigerians do not take the Igbos serious; some say Igbos are play toys to be manipulated arbitrarily as yoyo's. Money is the thing that kills many Igbos dead as rat poison does  "nkakwu" (Igbo for ugly rats with long mouths).

Someone asks: "Why can't Nigeria have an Igbo President? " The best answer to this is this: How can wild animals have a king over them? Have you been to a kingdom where there is one government led by  Super Lion assisted by many other equally fearsome super King Lions in the bush or have you gone to lunch with two or three captains of the same soccer team? Aren't you looking for palaver when you organize a birthday party for your daughter and twenty hefty male rapists show up?

Come to think of it, Yorubas would riot and throw themselves into Lagos lagoon if you come up with the suggestion that Lagos  should have two Obas of Lagos. The Pope would abdicate  his position as head of the Catholic Church upon hearing rumors that there are two Virgin Mary's. Christianity as we know it today would come to an end if there were two Saviors  named Jesus Christs.   For Igbos, it is one soccer team with a dozen captains. Come to think of it, the Igbos are so aggressive they get nothing done. They keep producing bees without producing honey. The Igbos  are good at destroying  the beehive with billowing , fluttering, smoldering smoke.

The purpose of this essay is to expose my people for what they are without beating about the bush. Exposing Igbos can perhaps make Igbo modify their behavior, do better job of being humbler , more  organized in order to rid themselves of excessive shit. The Igbos  do not like for you to wash their akpa nsi (bags of shit)  in the public, and that's why they appear in public with all manners of bogus titles like Chief Ogbu Agu (killer of lions) or Lolo Adaeze Igwe(Madam the Queen of Heaven).

Not all Igbos are bad.  A handful of rotten eggs can turn the whole  bunch as rotten as effluvium . Some  Igbo are bad.  That's for sure. And , if you want them to like you, you must  own several bicycle pumps with which  to inflate their egos to two or three times their normal sizes. The Igbos are so bad they cherish being continually praised when all is said and done. To Praise is when you admire Igbos, commend Igbos, extol or honor Igbos, eulogize or congratulate Igbos, pay tribute to then , or go extra miles, and be in raptures over these people.Though Igbos love the praises of men, yet Igbos are very undeservedly vain  in that the Igbos are subhuman  at evolutionary  development stage regarded as not being fully human .

We are saying the Igbos are not good,  and we mean it in all sincerity and with every fiber of our beings. However, they Igbos do not like feeling good when good stuffs are ascribed to others as when the umpire hands  a badge of honor or Olympic gold medals to Yoruba or Fulani winners  in wrestling matches and the Igbo is not one of the winners. So long as Ndiigbo are unaware of their handicaps, the presidency of Nigeria shall continue to  elude them, and they shall continue to lose grounds inexorably, unavoidably, and ubiquitously.

For  instance, this writer penned an essay which the Igbos loved to death. The title of the essay was The Igbos Are Gods. This essay written about a week ago had garnered 500 readers almost instantaneously.  But Igbos need to hear the truth once in a while.

By Dr. James C. Agazie, This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ; jamesagazies.blogspot.com

Monday, 21 August 2017 10:56

If Money Is worthless, Why Die For It?

The idea of this essay comes from a book  this writer  saw a Korean man read while we were sitting beside  each other in a Jumbo airplane,  travelling  from America to China in 2013. I am sitting in this very large airplane beside this smallish Korean national who has a book in his hands. The front page of the book is written in the manner a chicken does with its legs as it scratches the ground to find food. The letters on the covers and inside the book are incomprehensible, meaning you cannot make a head or tail of the damned thing. I can recognize just one sentence written in English in bold letters at the very bottom of the front cover. It says: "WHAT MONEY CAN'T BUY."  All the  pages in the book are filled with chicken scratches.

I say to the Korean, a total stranger sitting beside me:  May I take a look at your book for a few moments? The Korean ignores me because we aren't speaking the same language.  Unable to contain my curiosity much longer, I waited a little longer until the Korean rested his head on the head rest and then placed the book in back jacket of the seat in front of him. I reached for the book and pulled it out from a seat 's  jacket, where  it lay on top of other equally scratched up magazines in front of the Korean man.  The Korean ignores me, says nothing,  knowing too well we are on a 18-hour flight from America to China, and there is no way on God's earth  I could steal the book nor understand  the contents. I am asking for what does not make sense, asking for a thing that doesn't add meaning to existence.

I take an eager look inside the book, and immediately become frustrated. My frustration comes from  knowing  nothng, and from  realizing  how little I know of life,  how little I know about money. My mind goes back to the essay I wrote a few months ago entitled WHO OWNS THIS MONEY? Then, I decide to engage this Korean in an uneasy discussion, Please tell me some of the stuffs money cannot buy.  He shakes his head from side to side and nodded up and down with a smile to indicate he doesn't understand or speak English. We were total strangers born in different parts of God's earth.

I want to ask this Korean: "WHAT CAN'T MONEY BUY FOR ME OR YOU?" To me, the question is urgent and pressing. I need an answer right then, however trivial and feeble. It then hit me: Money can buy absolutely nothing. You may just say: Money can't buy anything that is  substantial. A thing is substantial if it is important, significant, consequential, or considerable. I can hear some readers heckle: (A) Money can buy food, clothes, vehicles, houses, or shelters; (B) Money can buy weapons of war with which we obtain greater wealth from people in possession of oil, metals, and things that convert easily to money.

This essay is purposed to underscore a problem that is destroying and  eating away the very fabric of life in my country.. We need to underline, highlight, emphasize, accentuate, and stress the fact that Nigeria and Nigerians are dying from  a problem  that is killing both the  old and young, from our leaders in the three branches of the Nigerian governance  to the child hawking  akara balls on the streets. The problem is  progressing rapidly and assuming  an epidemic significance. The problem is earth-shattering, worse than an invasion and eventual conquest by armies  of foreign nations.

The problem is Nigerians' untoward attitude that is unpleasant, problematic, and improper. How do we begin to explain why three young  Nigerians should be languishing for a total of 235 years after they were extradited from South Africa to Mississippi, USA,   for allegedly participating in international scam. These Nigerians received unbelievably stiff jail sentences.  Oladimeji  Seun  Ayelotan, 30, was handed 95 years in prison. Rasaq Aderoju Raheem, 31, was given 115 years in prison, and Femi Alexander Mewase, 45, was handed 25 years in prison.

The sentences  were handed out after a three-week trial in early 2017, where a U S federal jury found each defendant guilty of several offenses including mail fraud, wire fraud, identity theft, credit card fraud and theft of government property. Additional charges were conspiracies to commit bank fraud and money laundering.

Can money authenticate or  repair these young Nigerian men's inauthentic  lives or replace years wasted away in a dungeon? Will money  ( ego in Igbo; kwudi in Hausa; owo in Yoruba) validate, confirm, or substantiate our wasted existence? Surely, it cannot bring back the lives of babies murdered at Ozubulu Catholic Church by seekers of money?  Alas, the  babies did not even know  what the bullets shattering  their bodies were all about. Little did they realize that the guns and bullets were not toys Daddy buys from K-Mart.

Can money buy, delay, or rush time? Can it disfigure the universe so I can leave New York one night and be at Lagos, Nigerian a day earlier? Can money make it possible for a favorite uncle who died in 1975 to come visit today and witness my metamorphosis, transformation, or transmutation of his village?   What exactly can money buy for you or me that nothing else can buy? Nothing! Zero! Zilch! Nought! Nonentity!

The longer we think about the value of money, the more we are convinced that money is more of a curse than a blessing. Look around you and observe the level of poverty, hatred, waste, death, envy and misery that we can justly attribute to money or as originating from money. The men I grew up with are all dead victims of money. They'd splash stolen money in unimaginable ways you thought they would not die.

Money does lots of meaningless things.  If you mention food, clothes, vehicles, vacation time and wartime as things money can buy, then I would ask you:  Aren't these things luxuries that do not add anything to life other than your  journey  from your mother's womb;  to the dining table,  to the toilet and finally to the grave in a borrowed attire? Where is the list of things money can buy that are not ephemeral, meaning short-lived, transient, passing, fleeting, brief, momentary,  rather than  lasting ?  Read to the end of this essay to find out.

Money is meaningless.  A thing is not meaningless  if it is  carrying great weight, is momentous, or  having an important effect. The question of what money can and cannot buy is a persistent one in the light of the disservice that money is doing to the human race in general and to Nigeria in particular, bearing in mind the dishonor people who have or lack money are doing to themselves. We are compelled to wager that money is an insubstantial, insignificant, worthless  piece of paper. We conclude  that:

Money cannot buy God, or  life, (the state of not dying from disease, old age, or accident).

Money cannot buy peace, love, respect, justice, being law abiding, or decency.

Money cannot buy commonsense, fairness, fair dealing, equality, or freedom from mental enslavement.

Money cannot buy weapons  to prevent human annihilation by the wicked.

Money cannot buy hope, salvation from fear, or freedom from old age and  eventual death.

Money cannot buy me; I don't know about you.

Money cannot buy anything we can be satisfied with without needing more.

By Dr. James C. Agazie; This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ; jamesagazies.blogspot.com



Tuesday, 08 August 2017 17:44

Life Is A Big Nothing

Enyim (my dear friend, fellow Nigerian), you're nothing. Are you nothing or are you nothing  for nothing? You  are both nothing  and nothing for nothing  if you 're waiting for your house to fall apart, go to the wrack and ruin,  collapse, break up, disintegrate, go to inferno because you haven't stolen your millions as many Nigerian politicians have done before you,

The purpose of this essay is to talk about nothing. Nothing.  Nothing.  And nothing. That's what life is all about.  Nothing. What is the purpose of our life?  What is the value? Why are my fellow travelers and I doing these cruel things on earth? Isn't it true that  we live briefly on earth, acquire  a few possessions, marry someone we think we love, produce some children, die at a certain age, and be buried somewhere in the earth?

If you have lived long enough on this earth, you would find ample pieces of evidence to convince yourself and others that uwa nkaa (Igbo for this earthly life) is nothing. Cruelty implies that our earth  is  brutal, merciless, pitiless, vindictive, nasty, malicious, spiteful, or simply mean?

Do you need downright ugly pieces of baloney to convince you that life (lie) is nothing?  Here they are. Some men creep into the Catholic church in Ozubulu, Anambra, and mowed down 50 lives because there's  a festering  feud between two families. Buhari  spends nights in cozy beds  in a lighted London hospital while Emeka, Adedeji, and Haruna are being eaten alive by mosquitoes in a tenement near city open gutters. Let's sing at the top of our lungs this writer 's song about nothing:

Life is empty and meaningless.   And it's empty and meaningless.

That it's empty and meaningless is nothing new

Hoping that it will mean something someday is illusory nothing

You can multiple anything with zero and you get  the same zero

Nothing is nothing is nothing; and  there's nothing.

You're nothing; I'm nothing and we're nothing

You may take it to your bank and cash it, and you get Nothing

The purpose of the instant essay  is to dwell  on that which  has  always been there but is unknown to millions of people.  This life is nothing and means nothing. Life is nothing,  meaning  life does not amount to anything. It is zero, zilch, naught, nonentity. You and I are nobody.

In Macbeth , Scene V, line 19, William Shakespeare  laments:

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

George Bernard Shaw's quote on True Joy of Life, says:

"This is the true joy in life — being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy."

You, dear fellow Nigerians, are you nothing or are you nothing  for nothing? You  are both nothing  and nothing for nothing  if you 're waiting for your house to fall apart, go to the wrack and ruin,  collapse, break up, disintegrate, go to inferno because you haven't stolen your millions as many Nigerian politicians have done before you,

By Dr. James C. Agazie, This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ; jamesagazies.blogspot.com


The Nigerian politicians are something else . The Speaker of the Kano  House of  Assembly has resigned amidst allegations of bribery to influence investigation. It is reported that pandemonium broke out at the Kogi House of Assembly as hoodlums invaded a meeting of Kogi  legislators to beat up corrupt politicians.

This writer has just been assaulted by a caller because of the behavior of some of our Nigerian leaders, including  Alhaji Dangote, Emir Sanusi, and Alhaji Kabiru). I believe this caller is frustrated by the behavior of  Nigerian  leaders. She says she is US practicing woman attorney (whom I shall only refer as Attorney).

I am asking (rather demanding) that all misbehaving Nigerian office holders resign their positions prompto, including businessman Alhaji Dangote whom I have held up to be honest and who seems to have shady character in the use his ill-gotten wealth from monopoly to corrupt our politicians.

A woman called me to embarrass me,  identifying herself as a mother.  She said she had her undergraduate  education in Nigeria  and clinched a law degree from  Northwestern University. What started as a friendly chat soon degenerated to rude, dogged cross examination. She asked me: "What are you people doing?" I am not in Nigeria and definitely not a politician.

The  manner Attorney fired her questions relentlessly at me made me feel guilty of just writing about Igbos as bad people and forgetting Muslim politicians who hide behind Islamic religion to inflict pains on my fellow Nigerians, perpetrate crimes,  and  force me to drink impure water and travel on rough roads each time I vacation in my country .

I reckoned Attorney was feeling  justified to attack me for protecting Muslim politicians, particularly Emir Sanusi,  Alhaji Kabiru and Alhaji Dangote, while lampooning the Igbos. Why was this woman attacking me, seeing that I am not Muslim nor do I know any of these corrupt Alhajis.

Besides, I do  not like  getting into fights with women because they can get so rude your ego is bruised beyond repair, and if you are standing beside a woman and arguing, you don't  know what she might pull out of her massive handbag and throw at you. My cell phone rang and I picked up . What followed was so animated it was breathtaking.

ATTY: I hear you write a lot about Igbo thieving politicians and businesspeople?  What are you now writing?

ME:  About women like you who come to marry Nigerian Americans under false pretenses only to obtain Green Cards and them leave the men broken hearted.

ATTY: Haha! Whatever. I'm concerned  about a  Nigerian about  whom you all and the Nigeria newspapers make so much noise. I read it said that this man is the richest in the whole of Black Africa.

ME : Do you mean Alhaji Dangote, the business mogul?

ATTY; Yes. That's he. Who's he in the first place? Where does he get all that money and how is it that  when the Nigerian Government is running out of money and the citizens are languishing in poverty, Dangote is throwing money around? Who are his financiers? Where does he obtain  all that money I hear he has?

ME; Ma'am, I don't know all the answers. But I reckon he's well connected to the Government—

ATTY: And bribing all of our politicians?

ME: Like I said, I don't know all about that. However, l shall read more on him to find out more. Is that okay?

ATTY: Yes, read more! Doesn't Dangote look like a stupendous case of monopoly? Why is nobody talking about him? Does Nigerian allow a monopoly to dominate the entire country? Does Nigerian have laws against monopoly? Would this happen in the United States or Great Britain where laws are in place, where no man controls everything from cement, sugar, even rice  and other commodities?  To whom is Dangote accountable? Is he a government unto himself? Is he a sacred cow, a one-eyed man in the nation of the totally blind?

The purpose of this essay is to ask ALL MISBEHAVING Nigerian elected office holders to resign their positions to demonstrate they are untainted with the corruption virus (CV). We need to replace hundreds of "putrid eggs". Putrid means that these ignorant politicians are rotten, rotting, decomposed, decomposing, decaying, decayed, fetid, rancid, and morally bankrupt.

Rotten politicians are known to (1) be uneducated; (2) wife abusers; ( 3) in possession of fake diplomas; (4) waste our resources on prostitutes; (4) incapable of living under laws they pass; and (5) are bad role models for impressionable Arewa youth. Nigerians ought to agree with this writer that the elections scheduled in 2019 should be postponed indefinitely until we do some homework with rotten office seekers. Our homework will be to recall or vote out rotten politicians.

We say recall or vote out for two reasons. First, with all due respect to President Buhari as a person, fighting corruption is a war Buhari cannot possibly win because he is too weak and laying  ill in hospital beds in far-away London  Secondly, Nigerian elected officials are, without exception, infected with acute kleptomaniacs, making winning a war against dishonesty fanciful. To be fanciful is to be imaginary, whimsical, far-fetched, bizarre.

Kleptomania is the inability to refrain from the urge of stealing items and is usually done for reasons not unconnected to personal or financial gain.  We have been suspecting that power corrupts holders of power,and that absolute power corrupts absolutely, totally, completely, utterly, and enormously.

We congratulate Speaker, Kano State House of Assembly, Speaker Alhaji Kabiru Rurum, onhis courage to resign amidst allegation of collecting money to scuttle investigation on the Emir of Kano, Muhammad Sanusi II. Read more at: http://www.vanguardngr.com/2017/07/kano-assembly-speaker-resigns-atta-takes/. We congratulate Alhaji Kahiru Rurum for he has the fortitude to resign upon seeing he was wrong, as he does not want to derail our demcracy.

Every honest Nigerian  is experiencing  excruciating cognitive dissonance. The theory of cognitive dissonance refers to a situation in which a thinking person finds himself or herself confused and frustrated. Cognitive dissonance involves being burdened with conflicting attitudes, beliefs or behaviors.

We love our politicians, yet we hate them for stealing what belongs to all of us, as though they were armed robbers and  our lives were worthless. A man or woman who steals from children does not deserve our respect.

Cognitive dissonance produces a feeling of discomfort in one going though the experience.  The going through leads one to alter/change one's attitudes, beliefs or behaviors to reduce the discomfort and restore balance etc. This writer is  now saying: "I have changed; I no longer hold the same opinion as before."

Ndiigho are not the only crooked people in Nigeria. The Igbos are the least corrupt because they don't have as much access to vast national cake as the Muslims  The Hausa/Fulani are taking my country for a jolly ride. Corrupt office holders are found in the all Nigerian tribes. Hausa office holders can be corrupt just as the Fulani and Yoruba are corrupt kleptomaniac.

I had often believed that Igbos are the most corrupt and the most money hungry cheats in Africa until a Nigerian female lawyer in North America accosted me, forcing me to eat my own words as well as to experience cognitive dissonance.  Then I changed my opinion and handed the most corrupt championship crown to the Yorubas. Now, I am changing my mind and I have decided that the Hausas/ Fulanis are the most corrupt, thieving groups to ever vandalize the my country Nigeria.

Consider the case of the Speaker of Kano State House of Assembly, Little did I realize that Evans and his fellow kidnappers are not the worst groups destroying the Nigerian economy, creating insecurity, impoverishing the masses, and keeping our youths unemployed ,

Alhaji Kabiru Rurum, has resigned amidst allegation of collecting money to scuttle investigation.

I have concluded  that the Hausas/Fulanis are the more corrupt than the Yorubas and Igbos. You are corrupt when you are dishonest, crooked, have a shady character, or speak from both corners of mouths twisted by lies. In Nigeria,  you are the most corrupt when you accept money to miscarry justice, or to nail the door of the coffin of Truth  tight  with giant nails of falsehood that nobody, even the devil in hell can  open it. You are doubly corrupt when you dip your dirty hands in a bribery pot to prevent your country from being free to experience freedom. What is free about freedom?

This Nigerian woman attorney (whom I shall only refer as Attorney) was right to decry the behavior of our rotten leaders, and I join her in welcoming the resignations of our leaders,  including businessmen like Alhaji Dangote who uses ill-gotten wealth obtained from criminal monopoly to corrupt our leaders.

Dr. James C. Agazie

The purpose of this essay is first to give thoughts to the proposition that my country is dead, or on threshold of dying if death had not occurred on October

1,1960. Someone says that Nigeria died decades ago? This essay's second purpose is to distinguish a person's death from a country's death; and finally

to argue that, unless certain preventative measures are taken and taken seriously, the death of Nigeria would be guaranteed.  We know that "Where there is no vision, the people perish (Proverbs 29:18)" mean? There is no greater vision than these:

Let us  cease imitating and copying everything  French, British and American do without modifying things copied to fit our unique style.

Let us promote an entirely new  Nationalism, patriotism, chauvinism, jingoism, xenophobia, independence, autonomy, home rule, or self-rule

Let us cease being lured  into the credit system in order to avoid huge borrowings  where we are unable to pay back both the principal and astronomical interest rates in a timely fashion , and where we are compelled to lose our valuable resources as payment for debts owed

Let  us strengthen our Constitution to guarantee individual rights, including the right to ban expensive importation and own weapons for self defense to reduce incidence of armed robbery and kidnapping

Let us devise means to extricate ourselves from enslavement by lender nations and organizations.

To reiterate, Nigeria is facing death, but...-This is a big but as we Nigerians ought not to rest lazily on our oars, thinking that everything is alright and fail to take certain precautionary steps to effect changes, which, if not taken, would hasten the death of our beloved nation. Let's row our boats a little further out from the seashore and ask ourselves: "Do we really love Nigeria or are we just talking shit?" . Rowing out to sea requires alertness, dexterity, and attentiveness.

To reiterate, Nigeria is facing certain death, though, sometimes from many indications, it may appear that the final nails are about to be hammered onto the four corners of coffin containing my country. We are using death not in a metaphorical sense but in its literal sense.

A metaphor is a simile, meaning image, allegory, and symbol or figure of speech. The antonym (opposite) of simile is literal, meaning the thing is real.  Can a person die? How does a country die?  When is a person said to have died and when does a country suffer death?

A man dies when his breathing or brain activity ceases to occur. He dies when he ceases to exist spiritually on this earth.  A country may die even when it still exists on the map of the world and its citizens are still breathing, have functional brain activities, and going nonchalantly about daily activities. A person dies and ceases to exist even where his body is found lying in the position he was in before death occurs.

Former U.S. ambassador to Nigeria John Campbell, had on many occasions predicted that our country Nigeria would die ( fail to exist) after the 2015 Jonathan-Buhari elections. Some Nigerians cried foul when the elections did not go the way they had expected.

The Nigerian Ambassador Adefegu, argued rather strenuously while calling his American counterpart names. Adefegu told Campbell. "You are the Prophet of doom" Campbell responded with an uppercut which made the opponent reel in pain. You reel in pain when you roll,  spool, cylinder, stagger, totter, or wobble. Ambassador Campbell  did not reel; he stood erect grabbing his gun with both hands.

The Nigerians thought our problems were over and began to go about their usual business after Buhari defeated Jonathan in the past presidential elections. Some Nigerians were in the process of swallowing bitter eba (garri mixed with boiling bile) at the terrible disappointment suffered after the Buhari-Jonathan  combat.

Mr. Campbell came out with his book "Nigeria: Dancing on the Brink" in which Ambassador Campbell reinstated and restated with the bravo of a wrestling champion his earlier prophecy that Nigeria would suffer a total demise or passing away.

In addition to delivering a provocative analysis of a Nigeria "in trouble" with insurmountable challenges which, if not addressed and carefully managed (by Nigerians, the United States, and other partners) will risk becoming "a failed state." Campbell has compelling grounds upon which to erect his prediction.  A prediction is simply a guess, calculation, or forecast.

It is no exaggeration that the average Nigerian  eats sand and drinks dust on a wage of $1 (N312.4) per day. Nigeria's vast oil wealth is concentrated in the hands of a small group of wealthy, arrogant  bureaucratic  Nigerians.

Our  oil wealth is being mismanaged and abused by ill-prepared, myopic bureaucrats, resulting in incurable, widespread poverty. Unemployment is such that Nigerian STEM (science, technology, engineering and mathematics) graduates remain unemployed years after leaving the universities. This writer witnessed many STEM graduates perambulate at Ikeja, a suburb of Lagos walking to the bus carrying the Holy Bible around under tired arms.

It is particularly depressing that while the Nigeria at home  spends $1 (N312) on three square meals consisting of breakfast, lunch, and dinner per day, the world sleeps oblivious of untold human sufferings these Nigerians experience on daily basis.

A survey this writer made of Nigerians indicates that they spend a whopping  sum of $10.99 (N3170) just to eat eba or jollof rice at restaurant owned by a Yoruba man.

Is my life of any of us more precious than that of a woman I saw sitting at a Lagos market? She sat under the blistering  tropical hot sun as she sold shelled groundnuts (peanuts) wrapped in dirty pieces of newspapers at 10 Naira ($0,03 or 3 cents) per wrapping. As I bought one wrapping and started to eat, I realized I was eating not just groundnuts but also the poisonous ink the newspapers were printed with. In Nigeria, safety, security, or death means nothing. A Nigerian  life is worth but a farthing.

One dollar (N312.4) is so minuscule, infinitesimal, diminutive, or just too tiny to pay someone.  To give a human being a farthing is. to say the least, a cruel and unjust punishment. A feorthing or fourthling was an English coin worth one quarter of a penny and 1/960 of a pound sterling. Such coins were first minted in England in the 13th century, and continued to be used until 31 December 1960, when they ceased to be legal tender.

While Nigeria is said to enjoy a ghostly prosperity as oil-producing nation, most Nigerians are very poor where poverty is measured in terms of paying a Nigerian in 2017 with a coin minted in the 13th century England and discontinued two months before Nigeria achieved  independence.  To show you how unimaginably destitute the average Nigerian is, I am going to itemize what the average Nigerian in the US  spends on lunch  daily.

For breakfast: Two good bottles of water ($!.00); 5  slices of wheat bread, ($1.00);  2 eggs ($1.00);  a pint of milk $1.00); 2 apples ($1,00); 2 oranges, (! $1,00); A  cup of  Quaker oats ($1.00); 8 ounces of spaghetti, ($1.00); 2 pieces of salmon fish ($1.00)

For lunch: Eba or white rice and stew with fried plantains; $10:19.

For dinner:  some hamburgers and French fries, $5:00  A Nigerian in the US spend roughly $20 (N3i4 X 20 =N6480) each day, while people in Nigeria  spend on the entire day one-tenth of what we US Nigerians  spend on lunch.

Despite its wealth and resources (human, natural, capital, intelligence, etc.), one thing is certain. There is the inescapable‚ concentration of Nigeria's vast oil wealth in the hands of a small group of wealthy Nigerians.

The wealth and oil boom of Nigeria is based on a long history of mismanagement and abuse by the country's ill-prepared and myopic leaders, resulting in the incurable‚ widespread poverty.

Finally,  there is a lack of employment opportunities for university graduates, as well as the state of underdevelopment, and lack of serious long-term investment in the agricultural sector. These shortcomings have conspired to shackle a giant to a mango tree to prevent the giant from the take-off pad to seek economic development. What do we do?

Let us  cease imitating and copying everything  French, British and American do without modifying things copied to fit our unique style. Let us cease being lured  into the credit system in order to avoid huge borrowings  where we are unable to pay back both the principal and astronomical interest rates in a timely fashion , and where we are compelled to lose our valuable resources as payment for debts owed. Let  us strengthen our Constitution to guarantee individual rights, including the right to own weapons for self defense to reduce incidence of armed robbery and kidnapping

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Arewa Boys, your ultimatum will fail, has failed, and shall forever fail

Whom are you fooling, and why are you being terribly ungrateful?

Why are you unappreciative, ungrateful,  or acting like the spoiled brats you are

A brat  is an unpleasant child, a little monster, tiny fellow you see hiding in a horror movie.

Arewa Boys, are you serious about ordering the Igbos out of the North?

If your answer is " it's no big deal" or "it's a routine thing"

How do you describe a thing that is routinely no big deal?

Is it regularly, habitually, normally, usually, consistently, customarily?

Is it more often than not, and  who do you sell your water to when it is consistently so?

Who would hydrate drenching bodies in your scorching, hissing , boiling inferno?

Oh, and you bought Nigeria for a dozen suya on skewers and a leg of nama, eh?

Don't you see anything wrong with ordering a man out of his country and you're outsiders?

Could it be a wrong dream conceived in the middle a nocturnal emission

When you slept on the wrong side of the prayer mat or impregnated the wrong virgin

Whose father brought the wrong number of cows as dowry?

What's  wrong and why are you behaving as the spoiled brats you have been?

Name just one heinous crime the people you're ordering out have committed

And where were you when they were burning midnight candle on both ends?

When you masqueraded around with heads in the sky or filled with burukutu

A brat  is an unpleasant child, little monster, the tiny fellow in stroboscopic motion

Why are your gripes turning from temper tantrums into astonishing schizophrenic

The acute mental illness, evidenced by incoherent speech and Arewa thinking

That lacks understanding and behavior that is lacking in underlying theme?

I take it you have affect or facial expression that is usually flat, inappropriate, or silly?

Why does  Arewa letter violently written to Vice President Yemi Osinbajo

That Excuses your heinous crime on the theory that Nzeogwu's 5 equals your 4 million.

This essay unmasks, uncovers, blows the whistle on the Arewan shenanigan,

On Arewa prank, mischief, trouble, tomfoolery, misbehavior, naughtiness,

Arewa  is a monkey business hastily concocted in a moment of inebriation.

Aren't you Arewa Boys the fake philosophers beguiling Northern Nigeria for ages

That teach children the wrong math that killing  4 politicians equals killing 3 million Igbos

Aren't Arewa Boys boldface kidnappers holding  200 million souls for ransom?

Now, Arewa Boys, tell us what Crimes have the Ndiigbo family members committed

That you are pursuing with local herdsmen's poisoned arrows and expatriate AK-47?

And by the way, how have you procured those illegal weapons of mass destruction?

Aren't they being purchased with drug money, human trafficking and money laundry?

Where were you when so-called  Anyamirins were busy mixing mud with water

To erect your first primary schools and latrines in Northern Nigeria

At a time when your parents walked around stark naked, wearing just leaves?

Their buttocks served as dinners for mosquitoes, and toes amputates of leprosy

Weren't your men and women blindfolded with stings of the tsetse flies?

Didn't the Anyamirins quickly run up mountains to cover the nakedness of your virgins?

As your men's limp penises and your girls' swollen clitorises were sights to behold?

And now you have the unblessed gall to throw the Anyamirins out of prehistoric North

Aren't you as inept and unthinking as U S President Donald Trump?

Ain't  your Quit Order similar to Trump's four-nation Travel ban that woefully failed?

Arewa Boys, whom are you fooling, and aren't  you being terribly mistaken?


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Sunday, 09 July 2017 17:07

Epistle to Ndiigbo and Biafrans



The recurrent, persistent  questions we are asking  are many. What type of people are Ndiigbo? What would life in Biafra be like? Would Ndiigbo find Biafra habitable?  Is it absolutely necessary that Ndiigbo  must  continue to embarrass Ndiigbo wherever Ndiigbo go by  engaging in armed robberies, becoming the most notorious kidnapper to harassing neighbors in their communities? This communiqué is a warning plea to desist from  one Onye Igbo (potential Biafran) to the Ndiigbo (igbo people willing to become Biafrans) and others who care to listen.

What qualifies this writer to pen this epistle to Ndiigbo? He's Onye Igbo (Igbo person willing to convert to Biafranism) and who  considers  Ndiigbo (Ibo people), as  his elders, his fathers and his mothers.

What hurts all Ndiigbo  also hurts one  Onye Igbo.  You know that we all know we are doing hurtful things to each other.  We ought to change direction and turn over a new leaf and begin to do good things in order to show respect for ourselves and earn respect of other Nigerians.

The purpose of this letter is to encourage our youth and provide alternative patterns of thinking  as we move together  through the challenges we are experiencing today in Nigeria's  democratic  governance.

Although we did not lose the Biafran War but are yet  treated as conquered scapegoats in our own father land, we shall not lose heart.

We shall maintain focused energy and hope and belief that we shall eventually prevail, knowing  that  our cause is justified and vindicated.

Our strengths lie in our ability to learn from our past mistakes  in order  to overcome, defeat, conquer, or  rise above future impediments or obstacles.  That we had failed at one time does not mean we should forever fail or remain incapacitated.

A popular Indian proverb says " A fool is one who trips over the same stone twice."  We are not going to fall over the same stone twice as fools do or repeatedly make the same slip and fall over and over again. It is time we corrected our 13 mistakes, and  remembered to correct our blunders as we are getting ready to enter the Promised Land called Biafra.

Mistake #1:  Though we may be the hardest working and the most ambitious business-minded group in Nigeria, we are the least satisfied, the unhappiest, the most dissatisfied group, and the group that derives  the lowest degree of pleasure and contentment from our work.

Mistake #2: We are dissatisfied after we have sweated it out in the heat from sunup to sundown and realized we have  made little progress in many areas of our lives as shown in our achievements cities in Lagos, Kaduna , Abuja, Port Harcourt and obodo ndi ozo (land of others).. They say the Hausas and Yorubas own more, work less, and derive greater joy from their labors than Ndiigbo do.

Mistake #3: We do not work cooperatively but prefer working individualistically. Let's work more united rather than separately, more cooperatively rather than disjointedly. Let's pull our energy together more and be more organized. Let's  mentor the young to take leadership over from us as our heads get grayer with the color of salt and pepper.

Mistake #4  We do not trust  each other as a result of past bitter experiences with jealousies and dishonesty that have continued to plague our progress . Let's dialogue more in town meetings  and village circles in order to  remove the last vestiges of suspicion that keep us  uneasy and divided.

Mistake #5: With us, it has always been "All work and No Play." Let's play more and relax more with neighbors and families. Play involves stopping work for awhile, to look around, and find ways to spread goodwill and joy around to help the deceased neighbor's widow, our fatherless children, and persons less fortunate than we are.

Mistake #6: We are too money-oriented; we turn everything  into money; and we make everyday life to be  a 24-7-period of very stressful striving for money, and material things  which we do not put to good use and which we waste on such frivolous activities as a man who owns at Lagos where each mansion has  7 expensive vehicles parked in the front, while the man brags of having 7 mistresses in every Nigerian town.

Mistake# 7: We are too disrespectful, rude, impolite, bad-mannered in conversations and actions. We turn against family members and persons who have helped us along the way. We engage in excessive backbiting. There  are too many unnecessary instances of  anya ufu (jealousy), anya ukwu ((greed), and ikpo asi (hatred) among us. Let's smile more, be more agreeable, delightful, pleasing, less confrontational, less contemptuous (disdainful, sneering, scornful). Let's be more agreeable, more accommodating, more egalitarian (classless), and ezigbo madu (good person).

Mistake # 8: We talk folks down rather than up: we are disrespect to elders, and  we exhibit absolute impatience and impertinence.  We notice  how the Yorubas and Hausas tend  to bend and show respect rather than say"beatiem mele" (I dare you to beat me out and let me see). Let's know that bending does not mean breaking or being a servant. There is tremendous power in humility. Don't we know that money is not everything?. Isn't money a good servant but a bad master? Therefore, let's not worship money.

Mistake# 9: We are too competitive in all we do such that when  a fellow Igboman imports XYZ merchandise from China, over 1,000,000 others order the same XYZ stuff in order to spoil the  market and reduce  prices , or flood the market with cheaper brands so that  and when prices hit rock bottom as Dollar and Naira fluctuate, the original XYZ importer goes belly up (bankrupt). Let's be our brothers' keeper. Let's attempt to diversify our  portfolio, and relax at the end of the day with a tumbler of sweet palm wine.

Mistake #10: We trade on fake merchandises, including counterfeit Tylenol,  and fake penicillin capsules filled with powder. Let's care for our people's  physical and mental well-being as we do for our children.  .

Mistake # 11: We are extremely arrogant, disloyal, untrustworthy, unfaithful, and treacherous.  There are stories where Igbo Brother A diverts monies sent to build quality house for Brother B by using the money and quality materials to construct his own (Brother A) house, while using inferior materials to build a poor house for Brother B.  Let's believe  that honesty as the best policy and keep our hands clean from doing aruru ala/nso ala (things that corruption the land).

Mistake # 12: We Igbo are too overreaching  in that we go too far in taking advantage  of situations: we exceed the limit, bite off more than we can chew, get the  better of someone, outwit, or take undue advantage. Consider the most notorious millionaire kidnapper Evans whose real name is Chukwudi Onwuamadike and how he demands 1.5 million Dollar ransoms from victims while the average Nigerian survives on one Dollar each day. Let's set reasonable boundaries, cut our appetites, and discipline our desires. The Hausas, River's people and Yorubas say that we Ndiigbo are dishonest and that's why they drive us away and seize our property. Our enemies reason this way: If Igbo man can cheat his own brother, he will cheat anybody, including his Chi ( his own God).

Mistake #13: We Igbos are cruel to each other and enjoy dishing out harsh treatments to other Igbos. Consider Igbo women coming to marry Igbo men in America and switching over to other men upon arrival or after obtaining the Green Cards and after beginning a successful nursing career.  Consider the Igbo chemistry professor  who stole the sum of $4,500 which an Igbo family sent for the purchase of  a used vehicle. The professor refused to either produce the vehicle or refund the money even after professor  was taken to U S court and the court awarded a 4,500 dollar judgment against the professor.

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If you cannot stand up and speak the truth, you are as good as a dead and forgotten Nigerian. The purpose of this piece is to show that the disunity of Nigerian as a nation began soon after independence when Sir Ahmadu Bello, Premier of Northern Nigeria was advocating the removal of Igbos from Northern Nigeria in 1964. Disunity is defined as the state of not being able to agree about an important issue, namely the Igbo Question (IQ) 

Poisonous seeds were sown by previous incompetent politicians championed and led by Ahmadu Bello and now the seeds are being watered by unholy bigots such as Arewa Boys and the Northern Youth who are asking the Igbos to forget the horrors of Biafra and widespread pogroms and vituperation and "to come trade with us." It is not as easy as it 1-2-3.

The question is: How does one force a marriage that is in total irreconcilable disarray to prop up together as though nothing has ever gone amiss? There is no marriage where there is no trust not to talk about affection or respect. One wishes there were no Bello, no Northernization Policy, no Arewa threats and no illiterate cattle herdsmen's beheading of Christians.

There was a Nigerian who nearly succeeded in early attempt to destroy the moral fiber of my country, and whose words and acts had a profound influence upon this writer.

Ahmadu Bello would go down in annals of Nigerian history as author of the darkest and briefest chapter as the architect of hatred, bigotry, and disunity. Bello is the father of vituperation which is defined as the verbal abuse or castigation and violent denunciation or condemnation of a group of citizens.

The purpose of this essay is to trace the beginning of Nigeria's downward slide into infamy to one man. He was named Sir Ahmadu Bello, Sardauna of Sokoto,Premier of Northern Nigeria, leader of the Northern People's Congress, and champion of the iniquitous Northernization Policy. What an impressive, jaw-breaking title to be accorded a politician who was so hateful of one of the major tribes in his nation as to be reserved a place at wherever Adolf Hitler is.

Ahmadu Bello hated everything about me and my kindred with the most disgusting odium. Odium is defined as the most pronounced abhorrence, revulsion, disgust, loathing, or hatred. After being beaten in intelligence by other boys in school, Bello had a lifelong aversion to the Igbos and decided to destroy as many as he could muster. Bello had aversion for Igbos. Aversion is a strong feeling of dislike, repugnance, or antipathy. Synonyms for aversion are antipathy, hate, repugnance, and dislike.

It is amazing how a so-called popular leader could have extreme dislike for some of the people he was called upon to represent in his community.

Watch the video http://www.nairaland.com/1804356/ahmadu-bello-declares-hatred-igbos

Here, Bello bares his troubled soul through his bigoted, hateful, and incendiary remarks. You cannot help but feel pity and sorrow for him.
Though Bello was famous as the founding father of Northern Nigeria, he is ought to go down as the most notorious, having earned a reputation as the destroyer of Northern Nigeria. It appears that the chicken has come home to roost in that the aim of Boko haram is to continue the destruction where Sir Alhaji Armadu Bello, the Sardauna of Sokoto, Premier of Northern Nigeria, had left off.

In an essay dated 01/16/12, and entitled To Those Who Clamor For "A Continued One Nigeria:" Stop! It's Too Late, Ikechukwu Enyiagu ( This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ) assembled a few anti-Igbo utterances leaders of the Northern Nigeria House of Assembly made between Feb and march, 1964, to support the view that illiteracy is the worst blight or disfigurement a leader in modern Africa should have in the 21st Century.

"I am very glad that we are in Moslem country (sic), and the government of Northern Nigeria allowed some few Christians in the region, to enjoy themselves according to the belief of their religion, but building of hotels should be taken away from the Ibos and even if we find some Christians who are interested in building hotels and have no money to do so, the government should aid them, instead of allowing Ibos to continue with the hotels."-Mr. A. A. Agigede

"I am one of the strong believers in Nigerian unity, and I have hoped for our having a United Nigeria, but certainly if the present trend of affairs continues, then I hope the government will investigate first the desirability and secondly the possibility of extending the Northernization policy to the petty Ibo traders [Applause]."-Prof. Iya Abubakar (special Member: Lecturer, Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria)

"I would like to say something very important that the Minister should take my appeal to the federal government about the Ibos in the Post Office. I wish the members of these Ibos be reduced. There are too many of them in the North. They were just like sardines and I think they were just too dangerous to the region."-Mallam Mukhtar Bello

"On the allocations of plots to Ibos, or allocation of stalls I would like to advise the minister that these people know how to make money and we do not know the way and manner of getting about this business. We do not want Ibos to be allocated with plots; I do not want them to be given plots."-Mallam Muhammadu Mustapha Maude Gyari

"I would like you, as the Minister of land and Survey, to revoke forthwith all certificates of occupancy from the hands of the Ibos resident in the Region [Applause from the assembly floor]."-Mallam Bashari Umaru

"It is my most earnest desire that every post in the region, however small it is, be filled by a Northerner [Applause]."-The Premier, Sir Ahmadu Bello, Sarduana of Sokoto.

Bello did much harm to my nation through his ubiquitous Northernization Policy that denied opportunities to non-Northerners and in turn brought poverty, misery, and illiteracy to the people he wanted to protect the most.

This writer was merely a child when he was kicked out of the North at the instigation of Bello immediately after completion of a secondary school. He was not allowed to complete the Higher School in order to gain entrance into the university.

He was sent packing to southern Nigeria. I was forbidden (not allowed) to enroll in any of the North's post -secondary institutions. My heinous crime was being Igbo. Although Bello tried his best to derail my future, providence has a way of working things out.

My family and I were in the North most of our lives. It was in the North that we lived, worked , made our contributions to what was then Northern Region of Nigeria. It was in the North that we died. Could Bello see thousands of Southerners, particularly Igbos, in the trenches doing what kept him ruling, mismanaging and destroying the North? Haba! I cry: "Allah, if you really are god, why did You curse my nation through one man's wickedness? It is dangerous to be in the hands of a maniac, isn't it?"

Bello's speeches and activities as Premier of Northern Nigeria did more disservice and harm to the country as a whole and wasted billions of shillings that were siphoned off overseas to the fearful and tearful detriment of my beloved Hausa, Fulani, and Kanuri children to whom Bello's hatefulness denied quality education.

Bello must have been a closet boko haramist in that he abhorred education having obtained none himself other than rudimentary Arabic and unaccredited koranic training that does not qualify a monkey to hold a wrench much less run a nation just out of the clutches of colonization.

I remember too well, as a child as if it were yesterday, when Bello landed in our then Benue Plateau town on a visit. Bello enquired into the tribe of the principal at the Methodist Teachers' College in the town, and upon, discovering that the college had Igbo head, Bello in absolute ignorance, ordered that the principal be replaced with a Northerner. His wishes were carried out promptly (as if a god had spoken), though the college was built and being run by Igbos and white missionaries. My little town was engulfed in fear which destroyed and continues to destroy education for Northern Nigerian children till this day.

Most Nigerians remember the feared dictator Sani Abacha, whose death while in power ushered in a return to a semblance of democracy for the nation in 1999. I swear that Bello was to education what Abacha was to democracy in my nation. Both were paranoid, ostentatious destroyers. Cry for my beloved country!

The name Bello spells the doom and painful death of education in Nigeria. South African Alan Paton who wrote Cry The Beloved Country urges Africans to shed hot tears for their raped fatherland, must have had Bello in mind.

Dear readers,please re-read some of the most ignorant and absurd pronouncements of Bello, one of the hebephrenic Moslem heads entrusted with the awesome task of leading my home in the early years of her independence. If these politicians were not early forefathers of boko haran jihadhsts, they must be responsible for shepherding the North on its present path of anarchy and devastation. Down with Bello!

The speeches made by Bello and his compatriots can make one cringe with anguish. The speeches can be described as being virulent, vituperative, malicious, slanderous, and unbecoming of worshippers of allah whom Nigerians are increasingly beginning to associate with an idol that relishes violence, that drinks blood from the necks of beheaded women, that relishes fetuses gutted out of pregnant women, and enjoys hatred and murder of defenseless children dying from kwashiokor.

People with conscience would wish that Ahmadu Bello and his ilks go down in history's chapter of infamy as a leader most notorious, traitorous, treacherous, faithless, and perfidious.

Evil things are happening in Nigeria because my People refuse to speak the TRUTH. We Nigerians ought to be emboldened to speak the indestructible TRUTH whenever pieces of absurdity, illogicality, untruth, irrationality, silliness, or bunkum come out of the foul-mouthed oral cavity of so-called Nigerian leaders. Truth is the only thing that would save Nigeria.

Bello cannot, should not, and must not be accorded a prominent place in my History of Nigeria. He does not have the first or the last word. Nigeria is a joyful party of song and dance that shall not end until the blissful lady named Truth dances. Bello's chapter should be defaced by millions of others whose acts and thoughts will shine light that drives away a darkened, sickening mark of an evil man in my history book. The Ahmadu Bello University must be renamed to remove evil from corrupting Nigerian young people. 

There are millions of Fulanis, Hausas, and Bello's fellow brothers and sisters who disagreed and still disagree with what Bello stood for. They must speak up or forever remain silent. The following thoughts are directed to those Silent Majority who disagree with Bello but who choose to remain not vocal in order to eat tainted meat from Bello's poisonous banquet table. These thoughts are taken from : https://paradoxologies.org/2010/08/28/martin-luther-king-jr-on-complacency-mlk/

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.

We will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one's soul.

Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.

The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: "If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?" But... the good Samaritan reversed the question: "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it.

He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.


Previously published by Dr. James C. Agazie, This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

This essay is a tribute to all Nigerian fathers on Father's Day

I am afraid to write this essay on death and dying. To me, life is more consequential than death.  A thing is consequential if and only if  it is important, significant, momentous, far-reaching or substantial. Life is consequential in that we prefer life to death, and we do a lot more when we are alive than when we are dead.  We accomplish little or nothing at death or when we are in a vegetative state, such as in a coma or when our brain is dead.I

Sensible people pray for life and seek to shun talks about death whenever possible.  The uneasy purpose of this essay is to spark a dialogue about my country Nigeria. I am perturbed, troubled, and uncomfortable to write this essay,  This essay takes the view that no one life takes supremacy over "Nigerianity". The wellbeing of a nation like Nigeria is far more significant than the "brief candle" of any mortal.

To me, it matters not whether my President were dead or alive, although we Nigerians are praying for Buhari and wishing him a  rapid recovery and swift return to health and  to his return to his  Presidential  job. Life of one man such as this writer is important to a certain point beyond which insignificance sets in.

Life of this writer (James Agazie) is not all that important. What is life, anyway? Isn't it  like unspent money in the Bank of Utonkon. Like money, this writer's life is useless so long as it not spent to  improve something?

Again, and by the way, what is life? Our hero, Civil Rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. captures the essence of life  when he said: Like anybody, I would like to have a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will."

Fellow Nigerians, let's worry less about life or death of Buhari. Don't even worry about the life or death of this writer. Let's worry more about doing good to someone in my country, about completing Buhari's unfinished work, about laying indelible, ineradicable, or permanent footprints on the sands of time.

Those who worry about Buhari's death are persons whose paramount curiosity is personal, selfish , self-centered, self-seeking, egotistical, or egoistic, rather than altruistic. Similarly, those who are concerned with Buhari's health have an interest centered on their wallets. Altruistic is defined as unselfish, selfless, philanthropic while egotism is onwe gi (Igbo for yourself).

Fellow Nigerians , our lives, though important, cannot come before the life of our nation. If you are unwilling to lose your life for Nigeria, then Nigeria does not need you because  you are merely dancing to tom-tom of a drummer that is unsuitable for my country.

I am nothing but a retired or retiring teacher who has taught at several secondary schools and universities in Nigeria and America. I have not held any significant  political appointments My only accomplishments are graduate degrees in education, and law. with some interest in expressing my views in writing.

I may not like you, but I would die, defending your right to express your views unhampered in the committee of citizens in my Nigeria. Free speech, irrespective of the staunchest opposition is what Nigeria needs now. Nigerians can no longer continue to live in fear. There is nothing to fear but fear itself.

I am asking myself: What type of life am I living? Am I  living a stupendous, breathtaking , or ostentatious  life of eating, of travelling or of filling my garage with never-used toys like auto automobiles and several women, or just stuffing my bank account with Naira, Dollars and Pounds?

What type of life we are living is a question each Nigerian ought to ask self. What does it matter if this writer, or  Buhari, or Fani Kayode or Pastor Moshood Ifayemiwo  lives or dies? We ought to be in joyous mood  of M. L. King in singing:

Like anyone on earth, we would like to have a long life, enjoy our children, and retire to our farm at old age. Longevity is good and has its own place. However, this is not our concern. Doing what God wants us to do is our concern. Being good Nigerian citizens and governing our nation Nigeria aright is a job God wants us to do. All other considerations are frivolous, playful, frolicksome.

On a serious note, while we are alive , we ought to help complete Buhari's unfininshed tasks which include but not necessarily limited to these:

Securing our borders to ensure all persons within are bonafide citizens paying appropriate taxes and sharing in civic duties

Giving minorities fair chance to participate in governance without marginalization, or intimidation.

Guarantying full voting rights, uninhibited expression of opinion, freedom of religion and association,   access to water, light , housing, and health management,

Going to war against any section of the 36 States of Nigeria where there is violence, or tribal animosity based on tribe, race, ethnicity,  or national origin.

This writer asked some Diaspora Igbos at high school and college graduations recently held in June, 2017 in two cities of Southeastern United States of America:  “What one advice would you give the IPOB leader Biafran  Nnamdi Kalu on the Biafran protests?”

The purpose of this essay is to speak on the pieces of advice the Diaspora Igbo gave in responses to the question asked. This survey  is  haphazard,  not  scientific, and therefore the results  should  be taken with utmost caution. Readers are asked to repeat the survey to determine their findings.

 Frankly, most Igbos in the Diaspora have heard of Nnamdi  Kanu and seen placad-carrying Nigerians who are agitating for the State of Biafra. The seven (7)  pieces of advice follow:

  1. “Gaa N’iru”. Please  proceed. Move forward, continue pressing on. We’re in support, and we like what you’re doing. The emphasis is on we, us, our, and ours rather than you, your, or  yours.
  2. “Were nwayo” Take it easy! While we say move on, we caution taking it easy. We won’t know what to do if we move too fast with the speed of lightning. We might not know what to do with what we shall find. This thing might be more than it is.  We  won’t know how long the serpent is until we see the  head and tail. 
  3. Whatever we do, we shall make sure we seek adequate consultations with the people we are representing before making final decisions. Remember that,  as leader, Nnamdi Kalu is the “first of all and servant of all”. A servant is not stronger than the weakest master and a master is no weaker than the strongest servant.
  4.  We cannot lose sight of our goal, namely freedom from Nigeria-Muslim domination. It is for this freedom we are willing to lay down our lives and spill our crimson blood.
  5. We Ndiigbo are too widely distributed, too thinly spread over an area as large as the entire nation of Nigeria. We are the proverbial “Jack of all trades and master of none”; the “rolling stone that gathers no moss.” Why can’t we be confined to specific areas rather to expansive terrain?
  6. We suggest we prioritize, that is, we decide what skills and locations we shall first concentrate on  
  7. Since charity begins at home, we suggest  that we invest 80% or more of our resources in the 5 states comprising land of Biafra and only 20% or less in the North or elsewhere. It is foolhardy , reckless, imprudent, foolish, or unwise to place all of our eggs in one basket where the eggs might knock against each other and  easily break.


Contributed by Dr. James C. Agazie; This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ;  jamesagazies.blogspot.com  

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