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Sometime ago, some religitard girl came to my inbox and started casting demon from me. She started attacking imaginary demons to fly out from me. That fire should catch my eyes, thunder should make me fall from behind my screen. It was in the night she sent these messages. She said that night, that God will strike me down dead except I accept Jesus. At the same time she thinks she is different from Boko Haram and that in short, I am the Devil.
The next day around 11 in the morning, she sent me a message checking whether I am still alive. I responded with a message that she should grow up and that her evil fantasies have exposed her mind as the surest evidence that religion gives people evil obsessions especially towards other life forms. That time I began writing against religion newly.
This good Christian woman, Damian Barbara began cursing me and my family- someone who I’ve never known anywhere except on Facebook. The hate was passionate and truly had it been her sky daddy answered any prayers, that woman’s faith- the arrogant certainty that her God will strike me dead would have been a testimony in her church and elsewhere.
To sum up the inanity, she added that she’s doing all this because of the Love of God to save my soul. “Cursing me, wishing me dead, threatening me and insulting my family is what you call the love of God and gospel?” I was finally enraged, because at first I was laughing and responding with sarcasm.
“If what you did here is what the love of God is about”. “I don’t need such love and may I never love anyone in this manner”, I said.
Why the tale?
The truth is, majority of the Christian population in Nigeria are this way. If you’re a Nigerian Christian and you haven’t prayed to your imaginary doodle to strike someone or punish anyone for you, then you’re a Nigerian Christian in the 1960s backwards. For these ones which I know of in this my age, you people are Boko haram with no guns and bombs. You and Abubakar are of the same sentiments and mental projections.
You don’t have to behead people to know you’re like him, but as long as you harbour malicious content in your imaginations towards another especially a non believer like me, you and Shekau are of the same mental class.
For example, if I should die now, a great number of believers will partake on the testimony that God killed me. Which God? Their God certainly. And that is kind of testimonies they celebrate in Nigerian churches- that their witch uncles, parents, step siblings, colleagues, etc who wanted to steal their destiny or what have you fell down and died because of their prayers. Yet they forget that they live in an economy that kills them slowly, that’s why life expectancy is very low, because religion, like a virus, it kills the mind of its host.
I should begin this review with a preamble about the thematic purview of the book, or any random relative that would arrest the attention adequately.
This work however makes nonsense of any such academic pretentiousness.
‘Religion – The Ultimate Curse on Mankind’ by Imoh David does not hesitate in the least. It starts right off sounding like a sudden loud clap in dormitory of sleeping bodies, and like such a sudden intrusion into the ongoing somnolence, it audaciously demands and grabs attention…from title to conclusion.
If nudging people aside in a crowd to get to an elevation of safety during a melee which threatens to lead to a life-threatening riot is considered rude, then this book can be safely adjudged as rude.
The style is at once argumentative and confrontational, but it is a brusqueness which begs its necessity from sheer expediency.
Written in form of a soliloquy in parts, and a factually historical treatise in a few others, ‘Religion – The Ultimate Curse on Mankind’ reads more like one side of a conversation with a somewhat overbearing, but astutely observant and engaging lunch companion. The language is at times brusque, the style uncompromisingly opinionated.
It is a hard book to read, and this not because of its language. It is as tasking in the same sense that listening to a speech that challenges a hitherto cherished Life stance can be arduous. This book does not try to make friends. It takes brazen swipes at the Nigerian society in particular, and extends its reach to the broader African society and the black race in general.
The author switches easily between extremes of sarcasm to a strait-laced excoriation of prevailing popular culture and religion with suggestions of a deep exasperation which at once intimate the reader with a probable inner worldview of the artist as one who must either have endured some deep personal injury from the behemoths he confronts, or else is an especially prolific artist who may have just created an important sub-genre of the literary form of the Spoken Word.
The reader swings with the author from the same pendulum, but it is not altogether an unpleasant experience, as mental interruptions like these usually go…much like watching a performance by a skilled word artist.
The reader is aware of his own separation from the performer. At the same time, he frowns, smiles or jerks upright in tune with the performer’s changing cues.
The political incorrectness is in parts cringe worthy, and in other parts endearing.
The author uses epithets like ‘’sheeple’’ and ‘’religitard’’ in describing religious persons with an audacity some might find vexatious.
Perhaps it could be argued that the author could not possibly escape such descents into bare-knuckled affronts to social niceties and related courtesies, as this work takes on an unmistakably formidable adversary – Religion.
This author laughs at Religion, even taking broad swipes at God in parts. He takes a swipe at the holy writs of the two biggest world religions with the least of apprehensions, boldly taking on those questions most have always grappled with, but did not dare voice. A lack of civility quickly becomes the least of the reader’s concerns as he progresses in the delightfully interesting tour of religious and socio-cultural reality the author so eagerly takes him on.
The book makes a few claims which must be questioned. The process of querying these claims however throws up an interesting conundrum.
Take this instance:
‘’If God hears not the prayers of the religious Nigerians and accord the largely irreligious Japanese military triumph over Nigeria, does it not show that God is on the side of the man whose abilities and resources will make his work easier? …’’
The Japanese are not irreligious. Buddhism is the popular religion in Japan.
Then again in a rather queer twist, the author’s argument is redeemed, seeing as his ‘God’ in focus is clearly the Muslim god, Allah, and the Christian god, Jehovah (or Yahweh).
If Yahweh or Allah is not the controlling deities of the Japanese, how then is the argument by born again Christians that economic success is dependent on affiliation with Jehovah (Yahweh) tenable?
Who prospers Muslims? Who ensures success and progress to Hindus, Buddhists and Ifa adherents?
This is yet another way this work intrigues. It creates a special difficulty in its critique, because it drags you into its queries. It is like an inquisition the whole community of its readers cannot help but attend. Problem is it is their inquisition. They are their own examiners.
Again, in questioning the recent Forbes list of wealthiest preachers on the globe, the author wonders:
. ‘’…isn’t it ironic that people like (the) Dalai Lama and Rumi did not make the list?’’
If this ‘’Rumi’’ refers to the Persian poet and mystic Jalal ad Din Rumi, then one has to imagine that citation could only be asking for a posthumous listing, just as of Mansa Musa of the ancient Malian empire, as Rumi has been dead since 1273.
I was in the process of writing this review when news broke that a state governor in Nigeria had approved the sum of fifty five million Naira to sponsor a Quran recitation fest. This just after it was reported that all 36 states governors in Nigeria were agonizing over the payment of a mere N18, 000.00 (about $95 USD) monthly minimum wage for government workers.
I struggled to deal with the sense of despair this engendered in my insides, so I could be detached adequately from the task before me.
It wouldn’t have done for me to immerse myself in the raw ire seeping through the pages of the work before me.
If I did, I would have been content to simply say:
‘’you know what?
Read ‘Religion – The Ultimate Curse on Mankind’ by the hugely promising new-kid-on-the-block, Imoh David, the Nigerian atheist, visual artist and writer.
Read this book and be substantially wiser.
You might be indicted. You will be indignant for the most. You will come out smarter nonetheless.
What’s more, you could perhaps manage some sense of gratitude that in your lifetime you had the privilege of entering the mind of another human who made the venture of being human the most profoundly honourable privilege there ever could be.
If nothing, this sense of gratitude could be your own personal salvation from the Hobbesian drudgery the larger swathes of our shared humanity seem so bent on pulling everyone and everything into!’’
I would finish with that exclamatory flourish, and publish, content with the conviction that I have in the space of those few words managed to encapsulate my honest opinion and the entire review necessary of this work.
The Caveats would have been sufficiently conveyed. The overall conclusions as to the readability and quality of the work would have been settled too.
This would have been a good review, and as the exercise goes, that should one of the most imperative concerns of any critique of a creative work, whether it is of architecture or of literature – its necessity and usability.
This honestly brave work would have however suffered an unfair injury from such a review.
It would have been visited by a rather cruel malison delivered by the hands of this reviewer.
If you are left scrambling as I did, for a dictionary to look up ‘’malison’’, then be sure that you are not in any way imagining my smug grin of a ‘’serves you right’’ satisfaction. The one who elects to find companions to share their misery would understand my contentment only too well.
This was my major grouse with this work. One has to wonder if perhaps the author was either enjoying himself a bit too much for general comfort, or worse, was just being clever.
While I can understand the possibility of someone who delves into the decidedly difficult terrain of daring to challenge the behemoths of Religion and even God with a charmingly dexterous literalism such as this author employs so breezily, finding some heady exhilaration with the whole exercise, I have to wonder also if the author is not delving into sheer cleverness at the expense of his own creation.
And while I yet mull over the author’s intents, I would take the liberty to say this book makes no attempts at bending to the irenic in any way.
I wanted to say ‘’irenic’’. I came across it in my foray into Webster’s world in my search for the meaning of ‘’malison’’.
Forgive me. Such is the unwitting effect of reading this book. The charm is subtle, but its effects are unmistakable. Imoh David can make you enjoy words just a bit more.
This book paints a haunting picture of today’s society, so that the reader is immediately unsettled.
‘’Nigeria is a country that boasts of some of “God’s best generals”. Some of these so called God’s generals work so hard and are in constant demand for miracles by their flock that they have purchased private jets to improve their efficiency. Yet, not once has God used them or any number of millions of devoted Christians to separate our Siamese twins or grow the limbs of our amputees. When it comes to these types of cases, it appears that God prefers the miracle of medical science…’’
The age-long question evangelizing persons have always posed to the potential proselyte has always been: ‘’why don’t you believe (in God)?’’
The respondent is usually left squirming for good reason. Seeing as our society is so rampantly pious, the idea that there could ever be a remotely honourable reason for not believing in God is inconceivable.
The query of our age has begun to shift, and not a moment too soon. Courageous secularists, humanists, atheists and other shades of freethinkers have helped reshape the query to:
‘’Why do you believe (in God)?’’
The venture of belief is under attack.
This would logically unsettle anyone who strives for tolerance and some measure at least of ecumenism within and among religious philosophies and adherents.
Imoh David queries this discomfort
There is very little conciliation to the finer points of the highest counter-arguments in favour of Religion by scholars and all shades of apologetics in that realm. The author wields his scythe a little too brutally, and so might have opened up his conclusions to vociferous excoriation by those his weapon injures, as well as other critics.
The author leaves a few blindsides in his most compelling arguments. For a work taking on a subject that is as vexingly controversial as criticizing religion, such oversight could prove grievously injurious in the hands of the aggrieved.
The author takes a quite literal view of the religious texts for one. He highlights one of the most questionable Muslim hadiths:
Tabari 1:280: “Allah said, ‘it is my obligation to make Eve bleed once every month as she made this tree bleed. I must also make Eve stupid, although I created her intelligent.’ Because Allah afflicted Eve, all of the women of this world menstruate and are stupid.”
The more significant numbers of religious apologetics usually interpret these troubling verses in largely metaphorical terms, when the argument of contextual expedience does not suffice.
‘’Stupid ‘here is usually explained away by apologists as the Ancients’ understanding of pre-menstrual symptoms.
Again even without much strain, the author makes a solidly good case against the opponent. If the ancients were so terribly misled, how could the present age not be endangering civilization and human progress itself by following the dictates of men so flawed in reasoning and rationalization of natural phenomena?
The book is peppered with famous quotes from contemporary and historical thought icons – from the fields of philosophy, the humanities, arts and science, but I daresay it is the originally quirky quips by the author himself that would more likely remain indelible in the readers memory, what with their uncanny ability to stir either mirth or vexation in the mind long after the book has been put down.
The possibility that you would never hear or witness most commonplace cliché events without recalling a quote from this book is especially strong.
‘’ Sex sells, but Fear is the superior salesman’’, is one of such instances.
The author displays a skill with descriptive coinages that most would find delightful, as they interrupt the somberness of the discussion at choice points.
The fact that they are easily understood helps quite some.
Words like ‘’Pastorpreneur’’ which have slowly crept into the informal Nigerian street lexicon, and ‘’Pulpitarian’’ come to mind here.
‘’Pimpingstry’’, which is obviously the author’s creation suggest a carefully restrained wit, the kind which provokes a winsome smile of comprehension from not a few readers especially in the millennial demographic.
This work does not sneak itself into the tapestry social discourse. It comes bellowing. Querulously.
It is not abashed at its imperfections. The author for instance admits to an unawareness of Islamic Feminism.
‘’ I do not know if there are any such people as Muslim feminists, but if they are, I won’t be surprised…’’
For a work which so carefully researched much of Islamic history in its course, this oversight would appear to be deliberately dismissive.
In all, the author’s thoughts on Feminism Vis a Vis Religion, with special emphasis on Christendom is groundbreaking and audacious. Considering the general audacity of the thrust of the entire book, this is not surprising.
‘’…A Christian feminist sounds as awesome a Jewish Nazi.’’
The author in a nutshell, challenges the Christian woman to throw religion overboard without apologies. As he holds that the idea of the religious feminist is quite the offensive paradox.
The commonsense logicality of some of his assertions is self-evident. The fact that they bear repeating, and have to be defended or emphasized with any strain at all is the major indictment against our present age. It is also the most compelling argument for this work.
What this reveals is that Religion – The Ultimate Curse on Mankind is much more than just a book. It is an ongoing conversation which merges into the long-term sociopolitical discourse of our civilization – a world grappling with the inevitable berthing of Reason and Secularism on the philosophical landscape.
Sequels to this monumental work would certainly not be unexpected…and why not? Works of art should be about Life. The creativity worth its adjective is that creativity that transcends the confines of its presentational form and sneaks its tentacles into and around just about every area of human engagement, affecting the very realities that undergird their existence.
This book delivers on these grounds. It delivers well. I daresay it is one book that is expected to earn a very comfortable listing beside some of the best known works by the leading voices on Secularism, Humanism and Atheism.
Nigeria’s answer to the Dawkins, the Hitchens and the Hirsi Alis of our world might have just been born in Imoh David.
In conclusion, the author makes a solidly good case for the re-examination of the venture of Belief; the necessity of Religion, especially as an integral aspect of our public life; of the impeccability of Faith.
This book is a worthy read across all fields of thought.
I personally hope this author finds and keeps his voice for a very long time to come.
Nov. 22, 2015.
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There is something I cannot get my head wrapped around some Yoruba and Hausa folks on the internet- their obsession with the Ndi Igbos. They seem to have this mentality that anything the Igbos community does is a threat to them. They think that they have an obligation to always be against whatever the interest and plight of the Igbos are. Whether such a mentality is conscious or subconscious, I find it very silly.
What really is their business with the Igbo man’s self-agitation? Some of you should just learn to admit it that you don’t just like the Igbos for anything. And will never like them. Yes we know you don’t like them and that is your personal right of dislike, but why are you self-obsessed about the agitation of their community and people?
Let’s be frank. A lot of you would rather die than see an Igbo President of this Banana republic. And a lot of you derive this orgasmic satisfaction from the political marginalization of the group. Fine you don’t want to ever see that the Igbo man smell power in Nigeria, I understand that you don’t trust them and probably dislike them greatly. But why the heck are you against them leaving the same country that is making mockery of their collective entity?
The same country which you are part of that hates the Igbo man, is what you encourage to force the Igbo man to be part of? Why do you people love forced marriages and abusive relationships in Nigeria? This Nigerian mentality of forced marriages and abusive relationship that marriage must stand and continue even if the couple are in tearing each other into shreds has catapulted into our national subconsciousness in politics and sociology. Dear Nigeria, you cannot force a man or a group to love what they are fed up with.
I used to think that if you don’t like a thing or person, you would throw them out or let them just leave. But not in Nigeria. The more the dislike, the more the obsessive compulsion to keep it to one self, thus, the more they dislike the Ndi Igbo community, the more they wish ensure their failure in their self-determination. Okay fine, you don’t want the Biafra movement to succeed, and the same time, you don’t want the Igbos to have a political weight and future. Then, my question is this: WHAT DO YOU WANT THEM TO STAY IN NIGERIA AND DO WITH YOU IN NIGERIA? To scrub your toilets? Continually listen to your ethnic bashing and bickering and all forms of senseless mockery because Buhari and the APC won the elections. Because this is the first time the Igbos have voted in Nigeria, right? You have called them rogues, thieves, wailers, fools, loosers, slaves, etc. Why don’t you let the rogues go their way? Or do you love keeping rogues to yourselves?
A lot of you have mentioned Nnamdi Kanu’s names more than an average Igbo man. What for exactly? I thought you said he is a clown. But you are so obsessed about his joke. Biafra, is now mocked as BIAFRAUD by you, but you can’t sleep a night without talking about the movement. I don’t get you people at all. If something is a joke, why then pay so much participatory attention to it? Is that suppose to be a joke on your part?
First of all they said Nnamdi Kanu should come to Nigeria if he is serious. He came and he got arrested, they celebrated, calling him daft for showing up to the same Nigeria they asked him to come to if he means business.
They used to say that those agitating are noise makers that they should stop ranting on the radio and go to the streets. They did just that and in a peaceful way, someone got shot by the police. You celebrated and said they deserve it. You see nothing wrong about the police shooting a peaceful protest. Okay I get it, when the police shoots at anything Biafra, then they are right.
Now tell me, how times have you heard in the past, let’s just say 2011 that the police shot and killed angry protesters in the North who were burning churches, Christians, Southerners because they were mad that Buhari lost the elections? Tell me just one person that was in jail because of that incident. Tell me where Adamu Ciroma, Lawal Kaita and of course the one who is now President, that were calling for blood and threatening fire and brimstone to dogs and baboons in the public? Whose blood were they calling for? So you really expect an Igbo man to sit quietly in the unfolding of such abusive and mockery of events and be happy?
Do you know how many times the Igbos have been killed in the North, beheaded and bantered beyond repairs? Is that not enough to provoke anyone? We should even be thanking them for being peaceful. Who suffers such a territorial humiliation and ethnic prejudice and still remains a peaceful neighbor? Who else have had millions of its people killed in “another man’s land” like the Igbos and yet remain without vengeance?
You people keep talking about one Nigeria. And how Nigeria is every man’s land. Which every man’s land? It is every man’s land and yet we hear people in Yoruba land angry that there is an Eze Igbo in their land. Which one is now the so called “everybody’s land” you are talking about? Can a man be slaughtered like a ram in his own land?
The agitation of the Igbos are real and substantial. What has happened to them since this union was created have never been to their own good. You say it will bad for the Igbos to leave and that it is the biggest mistake of a decision they can make. Oh! You suddenly now care about the Igbos? You are worried that they can make a mistake that is not in their interest? The same people you slaughter like rams in “Everyman’s Land”?
Please let the Igbo man be. His cross is his to carry. And I will always ask, What do you really want from the Igbos, Nigeria?
Once a time in a certain city or should I call it a town, in Nigeria…….
There was high crime rate……………… The night was a feast for the sons of Dracula. Unlike their father who possessed skinny soul-searching fangs, these evil sons had on them dangerous metals with the talent of a catapult. Guns, is that what humans call it?
They preyed on the peace of other men in the city. If you’re a woman, once the sun seem to be reading his handover note for the day, you begin looking up in the sky, praying, “may this not be the day the burglars will break into my wet vessels with their erect sticks of terror.”
Due to the terror, everyone kept a date with their homes before 6PM. Adulterous husband repented. Who says thieves don’t win souls?
Well, not everybody respected the body language of the social Generals………. The church!
Of course the pastor was more concerned about his greedy tray of God. And so churchgoers did their thing. “The earth is the Lord’s”, they proclaimed. And of course the Lord also said that “the young lion shall not be hungry.” Too unfair was the blessing of the lord that he never took to consideration that his “madtards” will be the food for the young lions.
And so, “spiritual sister” Ekaette, Sister “tongue-speaking” Rita the ritard and Sister Blessing “I am Mary-incarnate” got raped so many times than the atheist can handle “Jesus is Coming Soon” poetry. But they kept going to church and the young lions kept eating.
“It is persecution, they said. “God is testing our faith” they posited. “It is the work of the Devil” explained the pulpit parrot. “Give more offerings and seeds for His protection”, he charged.
Nobody asked why armed men keeps attacking them on their way to and fro church. Nobody asked why haven’t God answered our prayers and keeps allowing armed robbers rob and tape us. You know asking pertinent questions is a disability to the religious.
Of course, in Nigeria, better be assured a Donald Trump sensibility than the intervention of the Nigerian police at a crime scene.
Meanwhile, the churches refused to spare their worshipers the terror by calling quits with night activities. “We must worship our God” is the motto.
Those who stayed back home were preached at by the pastor that they are fake believers and of course hell awaits them for being sensible with their feet.
To put an end to the social mess for all, the city’s government imposed a no movement time 7PM till 7AM. Everyone but the Church supported this. “This is end time!”, “The anti-christ is here”, “You are fighting the church”, “The governor must die for this” etc. We all know their usual line of uproar.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the so called Kingdom of God called the church. They consider themselves an assert to humanity. As we can see in the event above, they are truly an assert. No doubt. And I’m sure they must be so reasonable and useful to you, right?
By Imoh “Son of David”
I am very pained when I see certain things in this part of the world. Very pained, I am, that I do not know how best to burst into a rage of considerable decency. But damn whatever so called self-imagined decency in expression! The stupidity I see daily in this Banana Republic is unbearably nauseating. I am pained, and it is an understatement.
First of all, today, I came across a University lecture, where a doctorate degree lecturer for that matter was confidently giving provocative lecture notes to students on the origin of the Igbos and Ibibios. The Igbos and Ibibios, he said are one of the lost 10 tribes of Israel. And his source, a passage in bible from the book of Ezekiel.
Quoting from an unknown religitard source he taught:
“The word “Igbo” is a contrast of the word “Hebrew” being pronounced “HEEBO” which is popularly called Igbo.” And that the Ibibios are also one of the lost tribes of black Essene Hebrews who escaped humiliation from Israel to Africa where they settled. The students erupted in standing ovation that they are kinsmen with Solomon, Joseph and Jesus, whom he said were Essene Jews.
That one passed.
Again, I saw a photo on facebook of a pastor burning down a heritage shrine in a local community and people were busy standing by watching and clapping.
It is no longer news that wherever the Abrahamic religion is found, the people in that vicinity start suffering from identity crisis and their culture slowly becomes extinct alongside with their sense of reasoning.
If you people supervise arson on cultural heritage sites and call this religious freedom, then you people are truly the most foolish people that have existed on earth! Nobody that is progressive and sensible destroys a cultural heritage site or shrine. It is only the madness of Abrahamic evangelism and jihadism that is the sole practisioner of such inanity. They did it to the Library of Alexanderia, destroyed every trace of African and indigenous civilizations and cultural heritage wherever they set foot on. But it was done by foreigners, but today it is those who were enslaved by this same oppresive dogma that are the ones using their hands to destroy themselves.
All over the world in saner climes, heritage sites are protected greatly. Go to China, Japan, Israel, Tibet, Greece, Spain and even England, just to name a few. Greece makes a lot of money from tourists trooping in to catch a glimpse of their pagan heritage sites, but here, what do we do? We allow foolish pulpit parrots in suit and tie to destroy our senses and our cultural heritage all in the name of Jewish superstitions.
Preachers do not bring anything meaningful to any society! Above everything else, they destroy the place with their arrogant foolishness and superstitions, besides looting from the people. Your so called Bishop Oyedepo was chased out of England and banned from ever returning, why?
Because they know how destructive it is to their society to allow such fraudulent characters to maraud all over the place. But this same UK, they are holding captive, hundreds if not thousands of ancient Nigerian artifacts and they do not want to return them. What does this mean? They know what an asset is and assign the proper value of things to them. And so, they send the gibberish back to us to keep destroying the gullible society while on the other hand, they keep the priceless ones in their museums. How comforting.
Burning down cultural sites and shrines does not proof your imaginary sky daddy exists, it only proofs how violent of a terrorism your silly ideology is portentous for the society. Afterall, Boko Haram burn down churches and behead pastors and worshipers in their places of worships, that they have to hire to security forces to help their sky-daddy protect them in his house and of course his offerings.
Worship your imaginary sky-janitor if you want to. But let it end in the walls of your mad houses. Leave African heritage sites and shrines to be. If you do not know the importance of an heritage site, just look on and amble away with your deep foolishness and irredeemable ignorance and allow those who know its importance to appreciate it. If it were in a saner clime that foolish preacher would have been locked away behind bars.
By Imoh “Son of David”
The Igbo speaking people of Nigeria asked for Biafra but Nigeria refused and said the country must be one.
A Dutch man drew a cartoon of Mohammed in faraway Denmark, you people go around killing the Igbos and destroying their properties in the North.
Philips Emegwali invents a super-fast computer, you say a “Nigerian” invents. Igbo student in diaspora makes good grades, you say a “Nigerian” graduates top of the class. But Ikechukwu Abia is caught trafficking drugs, you say an “Igbo” man is caught with drugs abroad.
The Igbo man does his business and prosper, you people say they want to steal your land and rule over you. 90% of oil blocs in the South are owned by Northerners, you people do not say they have stolen someone’s land and resources.
The Igbos ask for the Presidency, you people laugh at them and say “over your dead body.” The North has rule Nigeria for over 38years and they keep threatening everyone else that they are being marginalized, and so they start bombing everywhere, you people say let’s negotiate with them.
Igbos vote for Jonathan, you people say they are myopic and tribalistic. The North and the West voted for Buhari, you people say it is called “change” and democracy.
Igbos rally behind Jimi Abaje, you people say they will drown in the lagoon. Ambode won, you people start cursing them.
Adamu Ciroma and co said “The North would make this country ungovernable if a Northerner does not become President” and “They’ll be no Nigeria if power does not return to the North”. You people call them “Elder Statesmen”,”Party Stalwart”, “Northern leader”, etc.
Nnamdi Kanu says the same thing but you people call him “a retard”, “treasonable criminal”, “war-monger”, “evil” and so on.
During the last elections, Radio and TV stations in the North play jihad songs while making anti-GEJ campaigns, say all sorts of things in Hausa, no newspaper headline asked for them to be banned. Of course you people call it politics.
Radio Biafra does same, all hell is let loose. You people say they spreading bigotry and dangerous propaganda.
Do you people have an IGBOPHOBIA? Of course not! No one will agree. But do you think the Igbos are a problem, everyone will raise their hands. But we ask, why don’t you let the Igbos separate and go their way, you people give me that terrorist look.
Dear landlords, just one question:
What do you want the Ibos to do to please you?
By Imoh “Son of David”