"Monopoly Of Nonsense"!

A bomb as always from the erudite scholar and Theologian.

"IF I HAVE MY WAY I WILL SEIZE TO BE A NIGERIAN BECAUSE THERE'S NO SENSE OF NATIONHOOD". - Bishop Matthew Kukah.

Bishop Mathew Hassan Kukah speaks the truth to power.


His words:
"Anyone who thinks the Biafra agitation is a nuisance and irritating should know that it is not the collective aspiration of all Igbos but especially that no one has the monopoly of nusinace. Nuisance begets nuisance. When you stay with potash loaders you too will share in their dusty hair. It is in this country that the same standards are not held against all. Some can get away with anything but others cannot get away with something. I shudder at those who blame the agitators for agitating. Everyone knows what is good for them. If you don't know what is good for you then shut up and don't obstruct those who know what is good for them. If I have my way I will cease to be a Nigerian because there is no sense of nationhood. Those who have leverage over others use it to oppress them. Otherwise how can you explain the audacious impunity of a certain section of this country. They can intimidate everybody even a sitting president and get away with it. When GEJ was president he was literally harassed by this same people until they sent him packing and we thought they will be appeased. But a las we were mistaken!


Now how do I love a country where a murderous terrorist group like the herdsmen acclaimed even internationally as deadly is being openly defended by a govt. that wants my loyalty. Do you know as I make this comment, a first class Chief of Bokkos LGA in plateau state was murdered by a certain group of Fulanis almost a year now and no one has been arrested not to talk of prosecution; there are many villagers in my parish who cannot go to farm again except to farm their backyard because their farms have been forcefully annexed by their Fulani murderers; that in Bokkos a wife and a daughter can be taken away right before her husband or father and be repeatedly raped then released at the convenience of the barbaric Fulani tribesmen and no one dares talk; police will advise you to go and settle the matter through dialogue? I want independence from a country where terrorists are embraced and agitators are terrorized.


At the slightest excitement Hausa or Fulani man can kill you and get away with it; it has happened and continues to happen but when you gear up to defend yourself because security will not, then you are caught by the same security who will lecture you on how to be peaceful and law abiding. This country will end unless there is justice for all. Rubbish! I hate the lie that Nigeria is. Let's say the truth and die but it is what will set us free. Nigeria is negotiable to me the oppressed even if it's not to the oppressor and that is normal.

"The only right Nigerians concede to you is the right to agree with them" -


Bishop Matthew Kukah.

Socrates' Wife

Who would have expected that the philosopher Socrates, known for his wisdom, intellect, and powerful words, lived in an environment filled with shouting, ignorance, and hostility from his wife?

This woman was known for being sharp-tongued, strong, and domineering, forcing her husband to leave home at dawn and return only after sunset every day. Yet, Socrates once said about her:

"I am indebted to this woman. Without her, I would not have learned that wisdom lies in silence and happiness in sleep."

He also said:
"I have been afflicted with three calamities: language, poverty, and my wife. The first I overcame through diligence, the second through frugality, but the third—I could never overcome."

One day, while Socrates was sitting with his students, his wife began shouting and insulting him, as was her habit. However, this time, to everyone's surprise, she poured water over his head. Wiping his face in astonishment, Socrates calmly remarked:
"We should have expected rain after all that thunder."

Socrates’ calm demeanor and silence eventually led to his wife's death from a heart attack.

Yes, she passed away after starting yet another heated argument with Socrates. While he remained silent, at peace, and unbothered, she erupted like a volcano. The intense anger caused severe pain in her heart and shoulder, leading to her death that same night.
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LET'S TALK ABOUT LICKING POCKET
(OHI MMỤỌ)

LICKING POCKET WHICH SIMPLE SPIRITUAL STEALING (OHI MMỤỌ)

DO YOU KNOW THAT SOME SPIRITS YOU KNOW CAN COURSE YOU SPIRITUAL STEALING...

Do you know that there are some times your money will be missing or reducing in quantity from the amount it was unknowingly to you

Sometimes you will be suspecting if it falls on your way or someone steal from you or you spent it somewhere else unknowingly

Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you won't see the outcome of the money..

You can't boast of saves in your account or in your hands(Aka nkuchasi)

Some of the the forces that can course you are

Ogbon'uke/Akaliogheli (though they are being used by your Spiritual forces to frustrate you)

Your reincarnator (Chi onye uwa) for not recognizing him or her, for keep them hungry, they can decide to use evil spirit and steal from you.

Your Marine spiritual mates,(Ndi Ḿmíri gi) for not recognizing and appeasing them...

Your Spiritual mates(Ndị otu gi)

Spiritual spouses (Di or nwunye Ḿmíri gi)

Your revelation spirit (agwụ)

Your foundational or Ancestral Akwali Ọmụmụ Deity and other Deities (arusi or alusi be nna na nne gi)

Failure to appease and align with them, failure to recognize them can bring to you licking pocket....

The your personal spirits love you but when you fail to show them love, they can use an evil spirit called Uke to deal with you...

They can use witchcraft(Amosu entities) to block your way of progress....

There's nothing you do in this life that can bring progress, even remove the face of those that can help you from you...

They can frustrate you sometime you fall in troubles, even cause you to steal sometimes you don't see yourself doing it.....

So many people are victim of this licking pocket without knowing the cause of it, especially the business men

Acknowledge your spiritual forces dear sisters and brothers is not evil as alleged...

Always use Afa consultation to check your spirit and the forces frustrating your life...

I am tired of hearing I don't know what's happening to my money, people hardly help....

Spiritual husband will frustrate to the last core, till holy ghost fire finish for your mouth...

If you find yourself in this problems please try to do the needful

YAGAZIE

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Good morning everyone
Breakfast is ready

Good morning everyone

Give thanks to the Lord. ‘To him who alone doeth great wonders for his mercy endureth forever’ Let everyone say thank you Lord

She was drowning.
And nobody noticed…
Nobody, except her.

It was June 2022, at the World Championships in Budapest.
Anita Álvarez, an American artistic swimmer with Mexican roots, was performing a flawless routine.
But when her performance ended… she didn’t come up for air.

She had lost consciousness.
Her body floated for a few seconds, then began to sink.
Slowly. All the way to the bottom of the pool.

The audience didn’t notice. Neither did the judges.
Everyone was clapping.

But her coach, Andrea Fuentes, noticed.
She knew Anita—knew exactly how long it took her to surface.
She felt in her heart that something was wrong.

Without thinking twice, she dove in.
Fully dressed. Shoes and all.

She swam straight down, grabbed Anita by the waist,
and brought her back up.
She saved her life.

This story left me thinking…

Who knows you well enough to notice when you’re not okay, even if you’re still smiling?
Who would dive in for you without hesitation when you no longer have the strength to come up for air?

And more importantly…

Would you be that person for someone else?
Are you present enough in your loved ones’ lives to sense the moment they start to sink?
Or are you just another spectator, clapping, not realizing that inside, they’re fading?

In this life, we all need someone who doesn’t just see us—
but truly notices us.
Someone who knows when we’re about to give up,
and has the courage to jump in and save us.

Good evening everyone

The Honored

The applause from the graduation speech still echoed as Zara took her mother’s hand and led her gently toward the center of the stage. The audience watched, captivated. It was no longer just a graduation ceremony. It was a moment the world needed to witness.

Zara turned to her mother and said softly, "Stand tall, Mom. Today, the world will see what I’ve always known."

She removed her graduation toga and placed it on Tasha’s shoulders with care and honor. Then she dropped to her knees, her voice trembling with emotion as she spoke into the mic:

> "Thank you, Mom. For every sacrifice. For every sleepless night. For every scar you hid behind a smile."

The hall fell silent again. People were holding their breath.

> "Some of you think she's just a beggar. Some think she's mad. Dirty. Smelling. Just another forgotten woman on the street. But that woman... that woman is my mother.

My hero. My strength. My role model. My everything.

She is the toughest woman I have ever known."

Tasha stood frozen, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. She couldn't believe what was happening. Never in her life did she imagine she’d stand on a stage like this, honored by her daughter before the very people who once mocked her.

Zara continued:

> "You see, this woman didn’t just raise me. She raised hope. She raised faith. She raised resilience.

She didn’t have money. She didn’t have a roof over her head. But she had love. And she gave it to me freely.

There were days she didn’t eat, just to make sure I had a little something in my lunchbox. Nights we slept under the stars, and she’d tell me stories instead of complaining.

Even when her mind was drowning in stress, she held my hand and never let go."

Tears were now flowing openly in the crowd. Professors, parents, students—they all watched in awe.

> "People judged her by her clothes. By her silence. By her pain. But I knew better.

I saw the woman behind the whispers. The one who wiped my tears when no one else noticed I was crying.

I saw the fighter who rose every morning to dig through trash just to feed me. Who protected me from harm. Who told me I could be anything, even when she had nothing."

Zara turned to face her mother directly. She reached out and took both her hands.

> "Mom... today, I give you this degree. Because it belongs to you more than it does to me.

Every letter in my name carries your sweat. Every grade I earned was built on your pain.

You taught me the meaning of true dignity. Not the kind you wear, but the kind you live.

I love you. And I am proud of you."

She turned back to the microphone:

> "And to everyone listening... I hope this moment reminds you that greatness can rise from anywhere. From gutters. From uncompleted buildings. From broken families.

Don’t ever judge someone by how they look today. You don’t know the battle they’re fighting.

And to every child here: honor your parents. Especially the ones who gave up everything to see you smile."

The hall exploded with applause. Not the polite kind—the roaring, soul-stirring kind. Some people rose to their feet. Others hugged their children tightly.

Tasha cried openly now, no longer ashamed. She stood on that stage not as a victim, but as a victor.

And as Zara hugged her mother again, someone from the crowd shouted, "You raised a queen, Mama!"

Another added, "You’re a queen too!"

In that moment, the world saw her. Not as a mad woman.

But as the mother of a warrior.

To be continued...