Whatever you sow,shall you reap

There was a man in Isfahan who used to beat his wife but unfortunately she succumbed to his beating though he had not intended to kill her. But when she was dead he became fearful of her relatives. In a state of anxiety he came out of his house and met an acquaintance to whom he posed his problem.

The friend told him to invite a young man to his house and behead him and put the severed head next to the wife’s corpse. Then he would tell the wife’s relatives that he had found them together in bed and was unable to control his ire. And slew them both. The man liked the idea and sat at the doorway in anticipation of a young man. After sometime a handsome youth passed by his house. He invited him inside and beheaded him.

Then he summoned the wife’s relatives and told them the fictitious story. They were satisfied but the person who had devised this plan had a teenage son who did not reach home that day. The man was worried and when the son failed to turn up he came to the house of the one whom he had offered evil advice and asked him if he carried out the plan suggested by him. Yes, said he and took him near the dead bodies. He was shocked when he saw that the youth he had killed was his own son. His evil advice caused the death of his own son.

The moral of this story is that one who digs a pit for others falls into it himself. History is replete with such incidents.

Fascinating moral lesson from cocoon butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.

Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What this man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly...

Tale of a courageous old man

This is indeed a great courage on the part of this man. I trust it would challenge you.


Sikaki was a skilled artist an artisan. With great expertise and interest, he made such a nice and beautiful inkpot that it could be presented to the king. He expected that, appreciating his artistic skill, the king would encourage him as far as possible. So, with countless hopes and thousand of desires, he presented that inkpot to the king. In the beginning the king was very impressed by his artistic skill but afterwards an unpleasant event occurred that caused an extraordinary change in Sikaki’ s life and way of thinking.

When the king was observing the skilled artistry of the beautiful inkpot and Sikaki was lost in the world of thoughts, the people informed that a scholar-literary person or jury is about to enter the court. As soon as the scholar entered, the king got so much absorbed in welcoming and talking to him that he forgot Sikaki and his skilled artistry. This incident caused an adverse and deep effect on the heart of Sikaki.

He realized that now he would not receive the encouragement he had expected and all his desires and hopes are useless now. But Sikaki’s high spirited mind did not allow him to be in peace, so he started thinking as to what should he do. He decided to do what the others have done and go on the same way that the others have gone (uptill now). Therefore, he decided to search for his lost hopes in the world of knowledge, literature and books. Although for a wise man who has passed the days of his young age, it was not easy to study with young children and to start right from the preliminary stage. But he did not have a choice . After all whenever the fish is taken out of water, it is fresh.

Worse than that, in the beginning he did not find any sort of interest in himself regarding reading and writing. Perhaps spending a long time in artistic works and handicraft was the reason for stagnancy in his scientific and literary talent. But neither his advanced age nor lack of capability, none of these could change his decision. With great enthusiasm and zeal for attaining knowledge, he strictly got busy with his studies, until another incident occurred:

The teacher who was teaching him Shafi’e jurisprudence (fiqh Shafi’e), taught him this lesson: “The teacher believes that the skin of a dog becomes clean (tahir) after tanning.” Sikaki repeated this sentence a lot of times so that at the time of examination he should be able to succeed. But when he was asked to answer this question, he said: “The dog believes that the skin of a teacher becomes clean after tanning.”

The audience upon hearing this answer started laughing. It was clear for everybody that this old man is absolutely incapable of reading and writing. After this incident Sikaki not only left the school , but he left the town and went towards the Jungle. By chance, he reached the foot of a mountain, where he saw that the water is falling drop by drop from the top and due to the continuous falling of water, a hole had been formed in that hard stone. He reflected for sometime, a good idea crossed his mind like lightning. And he said: “Maybe my heart is not ready to accept (knowledge) but it is not harder than this stone. It is impossible that continuous studying and hard work would be ineffective.”

Therefore, he came back and with hard work, he got busy in the attainment of knowledge. As a result he was reckoned as one of the popular scholars of his time.

You never be too old to learn something new.

An intrigue lesson from this small being

A group of frogs were hopping contentedly through the woods, going about their froggy business, when two of them fell into a deep pit. All of the other frogs gathered around the pit to see what could be done to help their companions. When they saw how deep the pit was, the rest of the dismayed group agreed that it was hopeless and told the two frogs in the pit that they should prepare themselves for their fate, because they were as good as dead.

Unwilling to accept this terrible fate, the two frogs began to jump with all of their might. Some of the frogs shouted into the pit that it was hopeless, and that the two frogs wouldn’t be in that situation if they had been more careful, more obedient to the froggy rules, and more responsible.

The other frogs continued sorrowfully shouting that they should save their energy and give up, since they were already as good as dead. The two frogs continued jumping as hard as they could, and after several hours of desperate effort were quite weary.

Finally, one of the frogs took heed to the calls of his fellows. Spent and disheartened, he quietly resolved himself to his fate, lay down at the bottom of the pit, and died as the others looked on in helpless grief. The other frog continued to jump with every ounce of energy he had, although his body was wracked with pain and he was completely exhausted.

His companions began a new, yelling for him to accept his fate, stop the pain and just die. The weary frog jumped harder and harder and - wonder of wonders! Finally leapt so high that he sprang from the pit. Amazed, the other frogs celebrated his miraculous freedom and then gathering around him asked, “Why did you continue jumping when we told you it was impossible?” Reading their lips, the astonished frog explained to them that he was deaf, and that when he saw their gestures and shouting, he thought they were cheering him on. What he had perceived as encouragement inspired him to try harder and to succeed against all odds.

This simple story contains a powerful lesson. Your encouraging words can lift someone up and help him or her make it through the day. Your destructive words can cause deep wounds; they may be the weapons that destroy someone’s desire to continue trying - or even their life. Your destructive, careless word can diminish someone in the eyes of others, destroy their influence and have a lasting impact on the way others respond to them.

Superiority of all races is on the parallel level, no less, no more.

African just need to considerably think outside the box, the whiteman is never superior to us, the black.

The following scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. Madam, what is the matter, the hostess asked you obviously do not see it then?

She responded. You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat. Be calm please, the hostess replied.

Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available. The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class.

Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class However, given the circumstances; the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting. She turned to the black guy, and said. Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please take your hand luggage because a seat awaits you in the first class. At the moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.

This is a true story against racism, which is not usually told. All mankind is from Adam and Eve; an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab, nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over a black, nor does a black have any superiority over white except by piety and good action. Learn that every Muslim is the brother of another Muslim, and that Muslims constitute one brotherhood.

Remember the most important virtue and live the vicious ontime

Live is about you and you yourself : are you confused, I trust this story would sprinkle my statement with light ;

Once upon a time. There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her & gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He’s very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient & in fact is the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant’s 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the 1st wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!” Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. Answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart.

The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife.” “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” Answer came like a bolt of thunder & merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The merchant looked up and there was his 1st wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.

Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!”

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth & sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament.

Remember the most important virtue and live the vicious ontime

Live is about you and you yourself : are you confused, I trust this story would sprinkle my statement with light ;

Once upon a time. There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her & gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He’s very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient & in fact is the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant’s 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the 1st wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!” Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. Answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart.

The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife.” “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” Answer came like a bolt of thunder & merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The merchant looked up and there was his 1st wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.

Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!”

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth & sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament.

Homiletic principle of live.



Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him. The man ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him.

The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. The branch would fall on the ground very soon.

The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big black snake had come & settled directly under him. Snake opened its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it.

The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey falling from it.

The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another drop. As he did, he got lost into the honey sweetness.

Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him. After a while, he woke up from his sleep.

To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a pious scholar of Islam. The scholar said, the lion you saw is your death. It always chases you and goes wherever you go.

The two rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. Black one is the night and the white one is the day. They circle around, coming one after another, to eat your time as they take you closer to death. The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave. It’s there, just waiting for you to fall into it. The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxuries of this world. We like to taste a drop of the luxuries of this world but it’s very sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another.

Meanwhile, we get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our death and we forget about our graves.


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FLYING DARK BIRDS
If heaven clap will I dance?
If ocean sing will I swim?
On my back they rest and fence;
The black dew from heaven whim.

In this big cloud fifty four stars are hid,
The giant star my fate reside.
My Africa, dark Africa, our Africa.

Home of nature harbour;
From cradle till dawn of day sweetly savour.
Painted with rainbow of night not dark in being.
Though the beauty fed the night in view of day her glory sing.

Testify my words Mandela;
Here must be the domain of celestia.
Blossom greens fault not, on golden stand the terrain,
Shall we forfeit all to alien to arraign?

Is this not puncture of mortal sword left on our eyes?
Shall those golden age be gone in ice?
Tractor they road our wealth asunder;
The racist brother up there!

In decades' decay we wet in nude,
Catching cold amidst copious clothe,
Are we insane? Certainly not!
Our clothes they stole to cover their chest.

When shall we home our lost heritage?
The rich one are gone in air space;
Yet the one in our hands shall we throw them to fade?
Oh, the slavery of old we cherish like seasoned vegetable.

Prudent! Fail not further thy father,
The season to wear her new day is now, thy mother.
Comfort her to cry no more with gore, but wonder.
Revolt shall I medicine to heal her illness in shelter.

When will my mother crippled legs leap, Africa?
The featherless birds must now fly!
My Africa, my Africa.

Malady that bombs Nigeria and other contemporary world

SOCIAL MALADY
Rape is one of the social vices which keep elevating and germinating like a fertilized plant planted by the river bank.
There are many argumentations for and against this position as per which sex is guilty in this boat of atrocity. Some said the male gender is absolutely  guilty and some counteract the view and said the female are the one guilty, while others affirms that it is the two genders that are guilty .
However, I will not but bring a mirror before us now which would reflect us duly and reveal where this social insanity comes from. I will try to be objective enough in this article, which would cater for spacious avenue for you to cast your judgments.

Rape is a sin against divinity and humanity. The causes of this is like a two edge-sword or will I say it is like a dynamic numeric figure ‘’9’’, it is pregnant with variety of interpretations and views, which when turned around could give birth to different numbers [9,6], it all depends on which angle you have seen it. For the fact that you are right doesn’t mean I’m wrong. In this article, a problem will be set forth and I will bring some likely causes of RAPE and which when avoided could lead to eradication or drastic change on the list of RAPES in our society.

Furthermore, one of the cankerworms that has been cantankerously eaten up our society is ‘’RECKLESSNESS and CAREFREE’’ attitude. ‘’ Nothing seems important’’, we carry everything with levity jaw. Civilization is a good phenomenon and experience but it could be abused and which could efficaciously leads to poisonous venom [because it bites like serpent] that kills and mortalize. ‘’Anything ABUSED can AMBUSHED’’. The way most ladies dress calls for social alarm, it calls for neurological examination. ‘’ Men are moved by what they see’’, ladies also understand this nitty-gritty. There is a proverbial axiom that says ‘’ the way you dress, the way you would be addressed or harassed’’. With this impelling alacritical proverb, there is a ringing bell on the head of each word that surfaced therein. Does that suggest anything to you sister? Look at yourself; can you see what you are putting on? Do we need to Para-nude ourselves or naked the sensitive parts of our body before we could be called ‘’ BIG’’? They call us ‘’ SEXY’’, is that not painting and posing a picture to us? I think civilization couldn’t have gotten to this extent visualized we are fortified enough before her arrival. Nevertheless, an axiom says ‘’ the bird does not change its feather because of the weather’’ is this true? But why have we removed our moral values away so dearly? I don’t think you really know the meaning of SEXY! Do you? If ‘’NO’’ I won’t unfold it here but I will not be negligent to tell you to consult your lexicon. One of the malicious apparatus of civilization is the so called, ‘’ SEXY ATTIRE or FABRIC’’. This erogenous dress has occupied the world market, which both old and young esteem so profoundly. Have you ever heard of this chant before? ‘’kosarugbo un ganna’’ not even in GHANA  this time around, even in NIGERIA , our old women always want to cheat the cause of ‘nature’, they peroxide or bleach their body in order to look erotically sexy. Civilization is nursing our ladies like a baby, she gives them bad milk from her poor breast, insanity.  It is in this century you see a lady going to market or public places with only ‘’ BRA’’ and short pussy and transparent demines trousers and micro garment. An unguarded individual ‘’men’’, seeing all these naturally built engine, [unlike sex Doll] chained together with a tattered fabric to cover them, would unfailingly ‘’ Brush the teeth and cane the goat’’. That is, ‘’ DecenT dress senT a decenT assenT; the absence of decency painT a sainT as shiT’’ J.O. That is, the appearance determines the approach.
Have you ever been called SEXY? Indeed yes! What was your response to that? Impelling smile? Then, you have to check yourself! Have I begun to preach? Certainly not, I think I’m just trying to drag our consciousness to the home of contemplation with semantic approach.  They say you are SEXY instead of ‘’ beautiful ‘’doesn’t that pose an anglicanic buzzer that rings, in your mind? Dressing sexy attracts sex and it also means to be sexualized. Meaning, you are marketing yourself and calling the attention of the customers [rapist] to critically look into your dish or shop. Is that not? Seductive dresses magnetize the mind of a man, not even the body at first. And the mind determines ones ‘’ Action, Reaction and which could eventually leads to interaction’’. The way our ladies dress pose enormous concern to our truthful mind.
When something is crazy or when someone is crazy, do you know what this implies? Craziness graciously determines or defines the personality that attributes it. Putting on something which is befitting spells you well. ‘Aroistic’ is what we visage among youths of sound mind wearing insane cloth. When someone is insane you know it from the way he\she dresses. Purchasing cloth that look ‘WOW’ and still go to the extent of imitating a person who is out of his mind, is like praying for the spirit of madness that makes the mad man tore his cloth. Is any of your trousers named ‘’ crazy’’? A crazy person wears something CRAZY!  Because that is what defines him\her. Hocus pocus dressings is what we see in the jungle of ladies. Anyway, that is by the way.

I don’t think I have passed any judgment yet. Have I? Certainly not! I’m just arrowing out a cause and a sense of agency. That’s, the action of a lady   [wearing sexy, nude or naked/half or Para naked clothes] could lead to subsequent Reaction from the man [process or struggle to furnish the lady] at the end of the day we could have the complete show ‘’ interaction’’ which is the complete episodic
 Scene of RAPE.
I’m I side-rocketing? I think NO, notwithstanding, men also have the prominent roles they play in this game of cause and filthiness. Some men after proposing to a lady or a lady they admired whom they want to acquire  and such a lady is not singing ‘’ OBBEY SONG’’ or ‘’ YEMI MY LOVER’’ song, instead of keeping pressing or quit,  they take a very  furtive action and which is rape. Even most of the time after being filled to the brim like, ‘AKEREGBE EMU’ ‘palm wine handler container’. Drunkard sometimes feels themselves with rape.
Therefore, it is necessary if not compulsory that individual in the society checkmate his/her ACTION, REACTION AND INTERACTION with the opposing gender and try to strike a balance between sociality and morality[social civilization and moral values].
Live decently!
Dress decently!!
By pastor owolabi J. o juwon.[God bless you]
[c]MAN OF INTEGRITY.
Sane  INSANITY.

I sleep on the ocean of life,
I made the river my bed
I made the reflection on see my television
Where I watch life in Rag.

I am a metaphor of life,
Tattered do I made my cloth as filthy as possible.
Friends and foes looked at me in wonder.
They looked but with no understanding,
They watched but with empty gaze.

Upright did I stand before now,
Fitly and beautifully attired until
Transition of era visited my home.
Civilization stole my serenity to Rome.
I abdicate my loose environment and made the river my foam.

I watched reflection of life on the turbulent sea,
I see civilisation taping,raping our land so dearly,
MY heart bombed to interfere the game,
The prey I intend to defend contend against me.
They blatantly battled against my body,
Civilisation tore their cloth to rape them,
Tattered and crazy do they look after the incident
Fulfilling pleasure in sex
They forgot to mend their cloth where it tore ;
Crazily do they walk around with their ego tall ,
Semen of insanity do the intruder invented in our Virginia,
Virus Virginia do we now horse about.

We trade our healthy culture with  insane civilisation:
The pregnancy in our Tommy is heavy than normal,
Our land gives birth to twins of madness
One is nudity the other sane insanity,
The tattered cloth on and the crazy cloth wore,on our buttocks,
The cloth do we wear around shamelessness,
The twins bought the cloth of her mother insanity,
The tore cloth of her madness do the twin turned to fashion,
Which they wear as fun.

Neighbour stands to rectify but she speaks to mortify.
She is dancing to death with her buttocks dressed in tatteredness,
Though out of ignorance, she celebrate her madness.
Cradle and aged now join in her insane jubilation.
The street is littered with tattered raiment
The market has exploded with beautiful trousers for her monument.
What a pity! A sane mind in an insane appearance.
Wear rag ! look Wild and crazy!

By :o wolabi Jo juwon

The Unshaking journey of AWO

An Address Delivered By Chief Obafemi Awolowo On The Occasion Of His Installation As The First Chancellor Of The University Of Ife At Ile-Ife On Monday 15 May 1967
YOUR EXCELLENCIES, YOUR HIGHNESSES, MY LORDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
“When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.”
Today, my heart overflows with profound gratitude to God Who has made it possible for me to be in this gathering, and to play in it the historic role of the first Chancellor of this most promising University.
By ordinary human calculations, I was not due to regain my freedom until 11 May 1969 – that is, two calendar years minus four days from today, or a little less than three calendar years from the date of my release from prison on August 3, last year. But by the Grace of God, and the divine agency of Lt. Col. Yakubu Go won, Head of the Federal Military Government, here stand I, in the midst of you, as the principal figure of this memorable occasion.
My thanks, therefore, go very deep to Lt. Col. Yakubu Gowon, the late Lt. Col. Adekunle Fajuyi, Col. Robert Adeyinka Adebayo, Military Governor of Western Nigeria, the Chairman and Members of the Provisional Council of the University of Ife, for the parts which they have severally played in making the early restoration of my personal liberty and my installation here this morning as the titular head of this reputable seat of learning, the accomplished facts of which all of you are undoubted witnesses. It is not generally known that, apart from labouring for my release up to the time of his death, and apart from gallantly and heroically laying down his life for his military superior and friend, Lt. Col. Adekunle Fajuyi became, in his death, an unpremeditated ransom for my redemption.
The University of Ife was founded in i960; and although it was officially opened in 1961, it actually began its regular academic session in its Ibadan Campus in the year 1962. Like other Universities in this country and elsewhere, it is dedicated to the teaching of all the academic disciplines which have so far been and will in future be, instituted by the formidable and venerable world of learning.
From its birth seven years ago, the University of Ife has, in spite of some unhappy vicissitudes, had a steady and healthy growth. With an initial intake of 180 students, it now has an undergraduate student population of 923, composed of 795 male and 128 female students. There are, in addition, 22 post-graduate students, one of whom is female.
The University authorities expect that the present under-graduate student population will increase to 1,500 in the next academic year. It is my earnest hope, however, that this anticipated figure will have a phenomenal rise when, in the near future, education becomes free at the University level, as already agreed by the Leaders of Thought in Western Nigeria, regardless of their differing political beliefs.
Of the existing student population, 57 per cent and 43 per cent, respectively, are pursuing courses in non-science and science subjects. It is the aim of the University to reverse this ratio to 3 : 2 in favour of Science, within the next three to five years. I fully support this aim; and am pledged to foster it in any way I can.
It is my considered opinion that Science and Scientific Method, if properly mastered and conscientiously applied, will provide the Master Key to all our problems—be they technical, political, economic, or commercial. Even the non-science disciplines stand considerably to benefit from the employment of Scientific Method. Already, there are authoritative books on THE LOGIC OF THE HUMANITIES.
It has been said by many well-meaning and knowledgeable patriots that Nigeria is in a hurry. I will go further and say that, after she shall have survived her present paroxysm, Nigeria has need to make a leap over a quarter-of-a-century, if she is to satisfy the legitimate yearnings of her teeming peoples. After very careful consideration, I have. (From odudua....)

AJASORO

          AJASORO
Here her lioness is known,

With such a beauty;
Flowing like a flourishing water,
Holding every sight back to behold;
Creatively gifted to her, Offa.
Beautiful princess that creator offered.
Her comeliness drummed for men to dance;
The egg in her globe smiled; every eye bounce.
e lion is known,

With such a beauty;
Flowing like flourishing water,
Holding every sight back to behold;
Creatively gifted to her, Offa;
Beautiful princess that creator offered.
Her comeliness drummed for men to dance;
The eggs in her globe smiled; every eye bounce.


Strange land she came to sojourn;
Home from home her mind settled like home.
Who could say such damsel would be fearless!
Patriotism that vomited braveness forlorn.

Noise of war everywhere;
Blood was crying to cry no more;
In chains they forced to squeeze,
Moving like ardent prisoners to slavery.
Cry and tears crawling down the socket to aid.
Nothing to comfort than the solace tears.
Marauders raided her land to fright.
Ile Ife thy dignity is running out like lamp light;
This she coughed, to wear glory on her like garment.
What no rock could offered did her sand did though with torment!

Pavement to the home, Esimirin;
Beauty met beauty, cry handcuffed cry;
Weeping, no eye could hold, flowing to form Atlantic.
Ignominy befriend the ancestral home!
Ajasoro sorrowed to knee behind the quite river;
Obedience in bow, fraying her princess hood;
Humility dated respect to moses her people damned loss.

No mouth could ear, or nose could talk none could the eye speak, oranmiyan, lucky you are!
In her heart she buried the love of her people;
Fearless to fight the bees to heal the illness of her castle!
Selfless she pledged to wed the ocean; if liberty lies there.
Ready was her anus to sit on hell to fire every oppressor.

The queen softly put her hands to chain,
Where the treasure lies the digger must dig.
Unguarded guide, chief in command, putting his sight to roll on her; beautiful Ajasoro!
The bride he crowned her, the treasure she swallowed;
On her land she vomited the secret they hallowed.

Oluorogbo think not your mother was a witch! Isaac chum.
Her people she loved above all things; her life of no exception.
Like before they held, Igbo, gallantly entering the home of homes;

Powerless power they hunted to dread the valours;
Living dead they were to be broomed like stubborn flies.

Glory restored like pillar;
Welcome the unwelcomed visitor.
Her unbroken love still voice in the grave of braves!
Die not Moremi;
Live on the soul of the brave.
Dead but live!

Judicial loopholes and the hazard of their dependence to the citizenry

WHY WOULD RIVER DICTATE FOR THE STREAM???

Here my gray grew;
With dark hair have I peeled review,
Brought my suit when the unjust snake bite.
Chasing my case to unknown site.

Is this not the last hope of my class?
You have unruly dealt with me above hope axis,
Hope are dwandled here not repair, beyond trust
Just for unjust, to unjust just!

This bench face mole to break the dam;
Flood of innocent blood scud moot.
These are millions of heads that catered for billions of mouths who are gone like Ram!
On unscrutined account suit.

'I rise!' Lord;
On loot trier you rose;
Kill us all and brut the land!
Oh, the trees in forest would stand before thee.

But why would river dictate for the stream?
This your fault lies;
This stream can not flow sole without the river paddle.
 WithIn fence her juri flows trim.

Break this wall and drain the river,
Her unsanctioned ego must go!
So that The second arms don't harm us further.
Our dumb-voices must speak to voice!
Our scrotom will suffer heat if breathe are blocked by khaki.

We must face the sun still to tell its toning trait!


(C) Owolabi J.o