Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Today's National News Headlines, According To The Punch

Smile introduces 4G innovations to customers
Firm berths Nigeria's first online energy platform
MainOne wants oil, gas firms to leverage
technology
Tecno tablet division unveils Droipad device
65 million workers now accessible through online
directory

Monday, 21 March 2016

Advise On Right Living. Written By Prof. Yucee Landa Henry Liberated

I try as much as possible to live at peace with everyone and everything that comes My way. The Bible says that peace passeth all understanding. How do I do This? I guide My tongue. I talk less and do more. I see more and apply more.
I present Myself to You the You present Your self to Me. I always give more time to discuss investment strategies than discussing people who have made success. I spend more time to discuss business opportunities than discuss certain organisational goals. I never love to discuss about an individual. It's a waste of My time to spend on discussing just a person. I spend quality time discussing the wonders of God, cus He is the Pillar holding My business Empire.
When You live at peace with all  You will leave at peace at the long run.
When You keep Your hands clean, Your works will also be clean.
When You close Your ears to hearing individual gossips about another individual, You close others ears from hearing about You against You.
When You create problems, You patronise problems.
When You create peace, You patronise peace.
When You cause joy, You won't face curses against joy.
When You trust a like mind as You , You will be trusted in turn.
Those who kill, live to leave by being killed.
Those who use swords, will be made useless by swords.
Those who love God, love Eternal life.
Don't allow Your actions to control Your mind, rather, let Your mind control Your actions.
Advise On Right Living. Written by Prof. Yucee Landa Henry Liberated

Sunday, 20 March 2016

Poem by George Nsikak

ARE WE HUMANS?
Why the clubs?
Why the swords?
Why the guns?
Why the bombs
Why the gases?

We are humans
Religion has divided us
Politics; separated us
Boundaries; confused us
Wealth; classified us
Race; undermines us
We  are humans
What do you think we are?
Animals
A better word
Maybe human
From one ancestor
Through a process
Called evolution
We are humans
Differentiated by tongues
Separated by oceans
Segregated by continents
Foolished by race
Most importantly
We are humans
Will it profit you?
To kill your brother
Enslave your fellow
Undermine opposite gender
Cause war and chaos
If you do so
You are worst
Than dark ages
You've just forgotten
That we're humans
Drop your clubs
Drop your swords
Drop your spear
Bow and arrows
Destroy your guns
Bombs and gases
For
If you kill
You will die
Decide not to kill
You'll surely die
When you've drop
your weapons
Even your
Religious weapons
Then we'll be happy
Because we...
Because
We
Are
All
humans.

Saturday, 19 March 2016

In Albania, Macedonia, and Bulgaria you nod your head to indicate ‘no’ and shake your head to indicate ‘yes'.

In Albania, Macedonia, and Bulgaria you nod your head to indicate ‘no’ and shake your head to indicate ‘yes'.

Dangers of being lonely. Written by Prof. Yucee Landa Henry

Never allow loneliness step into Your life, not even a second. Loneliness is different from having a quiet time. Loneliness kills the  soul and body and weighs the spirit down. Always engage Your self to something or someone to talk to.
Loneliness causes high blood pressure, it causes quick ageing and cells weakening.
Prof. Yucee Landa Henry

Friday, 18 March 2016

Poem by George Nsikak

MY SLAVE EXPERIENCE
My brothers
Sold me to them
I was taken in shakles
A chain to my neck
My hands to my back
I was whipped
When I walked slow
Scourged


When I'm too fast
Was taken to a place
Where other blacks stayed
Their face were death
And their body; torture
They kicked me
I tripped and fell
They spat at me
And called me an ape
Right there, a black cursed them
He cried
Threatened they'd kill him
One of them
Brought a pistol
They gave him a chance
To choose whom he'd die with
He walked up to me
I was soaked in sweat
My legs trembled
He turned to my partner
And took with him
Both were taken out
Tears flooded my eyes
As I heard the gunshots
The next day arrived
We were at the coast
We were put in ships
and were packed like sardines
For two days
We sailed
Many of my fellows died
Their bodies stinked
As the ship became heavy
Most of us were thrown out
I wept for them
Whom sharks will devour
On a sunny morning
We arrived
A large snowy land
Later in the day
We're taken to corn fields
We're forced to work
As the chains
Left my hands
I tried to run
To escape I mean
I heard a shot
It landed on my head
As I fell
That was the end
Of my slave experience
By George Nsikak
Message from a dead African slave

George Nsikak

ONE DAY TO LIVE
I've got a day to live
More than a thousand years
I've got a day to live
Before I'd sleep away


I'm a big bag
Full of sand, bones and fibre
I'm on an errand
I'd go very soon.
I've got a day to live
I'll do my best
When it rains
I'd find a shade
When sun shines
I'd run  and hide
Life is tears
A pleasure of torment
I'd do my best
And leave the rest for you
I've got a day to live
A mayfly indeed
Life; full of weeds
Thistles and thorns
I'd live only a day
Just like a thousand years
I've got a day to live
Before they come calling
Never do cry
I'll say goodbye
My time is short
I'll soon be gone
And when I'm gone
I'll live a thousand years
All in a day

By George Nsikak

THE MAGIC POT
A long time ago when the whites have not yet
arrived Nigeria. Men still displayed the art of
magic and worshipped myths and legends. There
lived a very poor family, somewhere in western
Nigeria. They were Segun and Bisi, they had a
child named Ola.


Segun and Bisi were both worshippers of Ogun,
the yoruba god of war and iron. Segun got
married to Bisi who herself came from a poor
home. Segun was a lagoon fisherman. After
fishing, he would sell his fish and send some
home. Bisi would prepare the fishermen's soup
that was made mostly of fish.
Ola never went to school, his father could not
afford. He joined his father on the beach and they
made some pretty catch with their old small boat.
Segun had acquired the boat when he sold his
only plot of land. It was the only plot of land his
father had left for him. He was younger when he
bought it. It now looked old and dirty. It had little
patches where water sometimes rushed in. Ola
usually fetched out the water with a calabash.
While fishing one night, their net caught
something big, it was a very big fish. They tried
dragging it but it inturned dragged their boat to
the waves. The fish led their boat and it struck a
rock. It tore into two and they both sinked. Segun
was caught by his own net. He struggled to break
free but to no avail. The fish still dragged him
into the strong water currents until he gave up his
breath and died.
To be continued next week