1979 On My Mind

In 1979 I learnt about the vicious Nigerian political cycle for the first time. To trust in it in 2022 will make me a lifetime moron. I remember names like ShittaBey, Akinjide, Akinloye, Shagari, Awolowo, Aminu Kano, Waziri Ibrahim, OvieWhisky and not a lot more. I mean I was 7 years old in 1979, yet the names stuck!

1979 On My Mind

By Adeola Aderounmu

Sometimes when I start to punch my keyboard, I stare at the blank word document and wonder what new stuffs I need to write about Nigeria, the greatest flop in human history.

Sometimes I want to affirm that Nigeria is a useless country then I remember that was where I got my elementary education and even my tertiary education up to master’s degree number 1. Then I started a phd and never went back to defend the thesis. I also know that a lot of people addressed as Nigerians both in Nigeria and overseas are great men and women. As a matter of fact, people addressed as Nigerians are holding some of the best positions in the corporate, medical, and business- worlds, globally.

But when you look at that fool called “Buhari”, when you look at how politics is operated generally, you start to rethink- are the people called Nigerians normal? Are they for real? I mean, how can any normal human being in the world point to that thing called Buhari and say this is my president? You really have to be mad to make such an acknowledgement. I took it so personal; I have stopped listening to the guy (whoever it is/it was) a long time ago. There is so much I want to learn in my lifetime that listening to that thing called Buhari would affect my positive accumulation of knowledge. But for twitter, I would not have known that someone sat with that thing and held an interview.

How do you interview a brain-dead or stupid person? How does it work?

How will Nigeria work when the collective mentalities of the people are subjected to the mentality of a daft person?

How do you think if you call yourself a Nigerian? What does that even mean nowadays?

Then most of the population is gearing up for a vicious cycle in 2023.

In 1979, I learnt about this vicious cycle for the first time. To trust in it will make me a lifetime moron. I remember ShittaBey, Akinloye, Shagari, Uwais, Awolowo, Aminu Kano, Waziri Ibrahim,  Ovie-Whisky and not a lot more. I mean I was 7 years old in 1979 and these names stuck!

In 2023, you want to repeat the process that has made Nigeria one of the worst places to be born or live.

That Nigeria is still a country is greater that all the wonders of the world put together. How can a people decide to be foolish, naïve, gullible, deceivable, and forgiving of all the crimes that the politicians and the elites including the military have committed against them for 3 generations? How?

How can the people decide to still live together in one country bound by poverty, terrorism, oppression, state-sponsored crimes, arson, and deliberate non-emancipation of the penury-loving population?

I saw a headline about some Ijaw people who planned to stage a demonstration because of an unsolved murder case. This is part of the problem. Selected people agitate briefly when the problem touched them. The unsolved murder of the schoolboy is so huge it would have ended some regimes in a normal country. in Nigeria, the murder of this schoolboy is so tiny compared to all the murders that the government have committed since 1999. If you stretch it back before 1999, the murder of the schoolboy is nothing at all.

Nigeria will forever be a giant crime scene for as long as it exists, and the elites will forever remain above the law for as long as a country called Nigeria exists.

Don’t misinterpret me. The murder of the schoolboy is a sad occurrence. But if we want justice, it is a national, patriotic call to end Nigeria. We cannot keep pretending or believing that Nigeria will work until the problem, until Nigeria happens to us!

Ending Nigeria will not end all the crimes and atrocities in the geographical region in one night. It will only give us the rare opportunity to retrace ourselves back to the 1950s and 1960s when we were on the path of greatness as separate nations. We were as separate nations, among the best places to live in the world in the 1950s.

We are not telling ourselves the truth about the senseless, stupid and useless system of government in Nigeria because we hope that every election year will bring succor. But for me, for all I know and all I have remembered from 1979, Nigeria is a giant scam and the third generation will waste away like the two before it.

Millions will live their lives not knowing happiness. They will know hustle. They will know darkness all their life as electricity remains a luxury. Many will beg for living because of the absence of social security system. Millions will beg for money and materials to live because of the oppressive nature of the society/country.

For as long as Nigeria exists, for as long as idiots like Buhari, APC politicians, PDP politicians and aspiring APC and PDP politicians rule Nigeria, poverty will never end. Injustice will never cease, unemployment will be norm, education will be out of the reach of the common/poor people and achieving something with your life will be a miracle and attributes of some unseen powers.

Life is not rocket science. It is what the people decide to make it. It is what it is.

aderounmu@gmail.com

Yoruba Country Entrapped in Nigeria: The Sustenance Of Evil

Yoruba Nation Entrapped in Nigeria: The Sustenance Of Evil

By Adeola Aderounmu

Adeola Aderounmu. December 2021

I had great hope at the end of 2020 that Yoruba Nation would be established in 2021. Unfortunately, the journey to the realization of the Yoruba Nation was heavily impaired especially at the middle of the year-2021.

The slowness and the problems we have regarding the actualization of Yoruba Nation are related to the reasons why the green vegetables suffer in the hands of green pests. We have, sadly, uncountable bastards as Yoruba citizens. They are spread evenly across Yorubaland. The bastards are dominated by selfish politicians across all age groups. Some are well planted in the various Yoruba Nation groups. Some bastards are running other groups working aggressively to stop the efforts of Ilana Omo Yoruba.

By working against the liberation of the Yoruba race, these Yoruba bastards have helped to sustain evil perpetrated by the APC/PDP gangster coalition who captured and perpetrated the ruins on what is left of the failed country called Nigeria.

In early July 2021 the terrorist government of failed Nigeria led by one “Buhari” and a notorious Malami invaded the home of Sunday Adeyemo, an upright man fighting alongside Professor Akintoye and Dr. Adeniran for the liberation of the Yoruba race. In the process, the terrorists sent by Buhari and Malami killed at least 2 Yoruba citizens and dragged their bodies away in a pool of their blood. They arrested several others who spent several weeks in prison without trials.

The international criminal court has not yet issued a warrant of arrest or even thought of a trial for the terrorist acts committed by “Buhari” and Malami. In the world we live now, evil has risen so much that the voice of the innocent is on permanent mute. The voices of the good has become just “noise”.

I do not mean to repeat what is already know about terrorist-governed Nigeria. But it is of great concern that slavery got defined in a very special way in the land called Nigeria. The politicians irrespective of their ethnicity are united in the slavery business. They loot, steal, cheat, kill, maim and destroy all forms of lives, just to remain in power and to keep the wealth of the land in the hands of the elites.

Do you know that Nigeria is probably the worst country in the world today in many ways? It is surely the worst on the terrorism and poverty indexes. I am sure if you are reading this that you can find out more about Nigeria and how very unsafe it is to be/live in Nigeria.

Yea, I am aware of the business opportunities and the ways to become prosperous. The existence of thorny weeds and dangerous plants does not stop the existence of vegetables or edible wild fruits. Nature is like that. The sad truth about prospering in the failed country like Nigeria is that opportunities are not given on a plain level field. All government contracts today are given to politicians or their cronies. When people break into this evil circle, they declare prosperity (that they made it). Life is too short to fancy such rise of evil practices.

The Yoruba Nation will not be the best place to live in the world in one night. But it will remain the greatest hope of the Yoruba race if our children and unborn generations would ever occupy the glorious position that Eledumare bestowed on us. On a long term and on the long run, the Yoruba Nation will be the final option for the survival and the progress of the Yoruba race. Therefore, the emergence of the Yoruba Nation is not an option, it is a necessity for the glory of Yoruba and Yoruba Omo Oduduwa.

Every generation will get her chance to work together to achieve greatness. For Obasanjo and Tinubu’s generation, bread was more important than the greatness of the Yoruba race. For my generation, it also became clearer in 2021 that bread was more important than the glory of Yoruba- Omo Oduduwa. If not, we should have earned our independence and run our lives in line with the will of Eledumare.

We will enter 2022 living in a slave camp, a sort of modern concentration camp called Nigeria. But where there is life, there is hope. Our choices are clear: we must work together to leave Nigeria so that as individuals we can reach our potentials. We must work together to leave Nigeria so that as a people we can show the world who we are and make the world a better place for the unborn generations in Yorubaland and globally. We must work together in Yorubaland to protect our heritage, our culture, our gifts, our talents, and every other thing that Eledumare bestowed on us. We are the light of the world.

We are asking our generation to LOOK UP. Sooner or later, a certain generation will do. It is the only way to be free because history taught us that freedom is not given on a platter of gold.

aderounmu@gmail.com

Rune Westlund (1921 – 2021). I Knew A Good Man.

By Adeola Aderounmu

There are not so many people in the world today or even in old times who would open their doors for others to come in. It is not a matter of whether one is a stranger or not. Opening of doors to others is not even a family matter. People have locked out friends and strangers alike. For various reasons, people close their doors and lives to family members. People are strange. We are strange.

So, when a person willfully opens his/her door to help you accomplished a task or reach your goals, it is not just a matter of flesh and blood, it is the best of humanity. It is a feeling that you cannot describe or quantify. It is something that should boost the quality of your thoughts and move them in a positive direction, permanently.

Rune was a man with a good heart and a clear conscience. He was a symbol of harmony and dedication

Breaking a chain of kindness can bring non-visible pains as well as emotional distress to those who really have flesh, bones and hearts. Breaking the chains of paying (good deeds) forward can bring unhappiness or a feeling of unfulfillment. You break the chain already when you lack appreciation. You break it when you close your door and heart to others even when you could have sustained it or pay it forward. Indeed, humans are plagued with insecurities and broken chains of goodwill. We are!

I am not qualified to write the tributes of a man who lived for almost 100 years. I can only pay my respect. Rune Westlund was a man who opened his doors and life to as many as he could possibly do. He would have been 100 years old today (12 December). Rune was born in Stockholm in 1921. He left us, peacefully, on 26 April 2021 after a brief illness. His burial took place at Kanalkrykan in Sandviken, a place where he spent his working life and nurtured his family. A few people are worth celebrating, even in death. Rune stood out amongst them. I am paying him this respect as a way of celebrating his life and all the indelible marks he left behind.

I knew Rune for about 17 years. His kindness and thoughtfulness ensured that he became one of those who impacted my life. It added to the list of the people who previously influenced my choices in life: my parents, my teachers, and a few good people. Rune was the great-grandfather of my 2 wonderful daughters. He was the same to a handful others. If you are looking for exemplary, selfless life, he lived one. He was an accomplished man who left us a year after Smith & Tell sang that 2020 was the Year Of The Young.  Even 2021 turned out to be another year of the young.

Almost invariably, we always feel sad when our loved ones leave us even if they had grown very old. But sometimes we ought to focus on the quality of their lives too and the impact they made to humanity. In addition, we ought to reflect on the roles we played when they were with us. How much time did we spend with them and how well did we influence the things that were within our capabilities to do? A lot of people would find genuine or residual happiness if they focused on the outstanding quality of lives that their loved ones experienced and the positive values they added to humanity.

Rune was a man with a good heart and a clear conscience. Until his last days, his mind was alert and his memories never depreciated in worth. I will not tell you how, but he was ingenious. Okay, I’ll tell you: he kept the ones he loved close to his heart. Rune was never out of words to describe things and events. There was almost nothing he forgot. Throughout life and in all seasons, he trained his mind to remember the things that matter. He never forgot the birthdays of any member of the family.

He knew the dates when all his grandchildren and great-grand children were born. He read newspapers and followed current affairs. He could discuss politics at top level, and he never shied away from our discussions on sports. The value or worth of our memories can never depreciate if the people we love are always in our hearts and if we apply our heart to good deeds. We often neglect the need to overcome our shortcomings to find fulfilment and happiness. There are, of course, consequences for life’s choices.

Rune was a symbol of harmony and dedication. He was contented and happy. He was always calm and jovial. Faced by the inevitable, the end of all mortals, he never lost it. For a man who lost his wife Anita to cancer in 2008, he carried on gracefully and kept fond memories of her. In their lifetime, Rune and Anita were also parents to some other people they never met in real life. Regularly, they sent monies that ensured that some children in faraway places on earth had food on their tables and got educated. As if that was not sufficient, they opened their doors to receive and welcome immigrants in Gävle/Sandviken area of Sweden. In their home, immigrants learned a new language, they learned to cook and bake. They found a dependable base to seek happiness and hope for the future.

Rune was aptly described by his children as a man with great generosity, empathy, and strong integrity. He had a great sense of humor and presence. When the sun went through the windows and shone on his casket, it was an affirmation that he was a good man who deserved to rest in glory. Rune is survived by children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

I knew a good man. His name was Rune Westlund. He’s resting, in peace.