MAY 27TH'S CHILDREN

On this 7meters high pulpit I stand to say ‘congratulobia’ to all children in Nigeria, Africa and beyond. Children, are most important as we all know that they are the future leaders of tomorrow and Christ made them the criterion for entering his kingdom. All humans are classified as children irrespective of age, as long as they have/had parents above them; so this is a general celebration.

The global age has come to conquer my time; the 90's. In the 90's two empty tins of tomato paste were slit open at one base and a lengthy rope was used to transmit sound waves across a distance, without fore knowledge of what physics was. Back in the days no child had time to watch television broadcast of cartoons and sorts, abandonment of what made children, children. Children engaged in various exciting plays like chinko, ten-ten, kpakpangolo, tyre riding, boriz and moonlight play with other children. All these had a positive impact and wrote a history book of itself in the brain of every child, to tell the children of the present generation. These engagements fostered good relationship among children and enabled kids to fit into new environments.

The children of today are packaged Nigerian children (although some), who do not know or lack basic children ‘playtitude’ and habit. All hours of the clock are spent behind closed doors of their houses, glued to the screen enthusiastically watching movie censored above their age, surfing the net for who knows what, playing Sony playstation and Xbox games. It is so appalling to see Nigerian children unable to speak the basics of 'pidgin' language in a definite proportion in order to communicate with English allergics or illiterates.

Parents play a great role in child upbringing as they too engaged in childish escapade. In this vain, plans have been strategized to restore the lost children values.

The plans:

· A rendezvous for parents would be organized for sensitization and restoration of children values. Rice and Stew would be Very Plenty for participants. This meeting would help parents reminisce about their time and see how they would ensure that their own children have a story to tell and an unspoken expression of smile when they remember. Laws would be enacted on that day and failure to adhere would incur public flogging.

· Every Nigerian state has a government owned school in various cities, with a large hectare of land as the school field, not just for soccer but for playful activities and exercise. Children should be permitted to make use of this field. I oblige parents to grant their children the liberty of association and movement. Their 'horarium' should be adjusted with playtime included after siesta, and assignments time at the field.

N.B- no parent should resist this wave of change being tried to be instilled in their children.

Area, zonal, regional and state competitions would be organized based on local play to improve Nigerian ethics, as this would go a long way. Monetary prizes and awards would be given to winners and participants. This competition would kick start on October 1st, 2015 and become continuous on every significant day in the nations calendar.

I remember all children over the globe suffering either from crisis, poverty, emotional trauma amongst others. My heart goes out to you. I pray and hope that all things will get better.

A proper value for our children equals a proper value for the future.

God bless.

Thank you.

AN ARTICLE TO 12/12/12

I chose this day 15/05/15 to send you this memo because I feel that the numerical rhyming is a bit systematic. I miss you 12/12/12; I really do. I sat down properly sliding past days, weeks, months and years on my phone’s calendar to check when such a unique day in the continuum of time would occur again. As I perused I discovered that this auspicious day is 88 years yet unborn, it will occur on January 1st , 2101 which would be 01/01/01. A new year day coupled with joy and uniqueness I do not descend from the lineage of Methuselah and God promised just 75 years, coupled with my present age to 75, how do I get to experience you again? I am a sanguine but I like to be factual not hoping against hope. The probability of me seeing you once again at that stage of life is 1:100(clearly impossible). I would not want to bother my children, family and relatives to take care of a weak old man; therefore I shall experience you in heaven.

The 12th seconds, 12th minute, 12th hour of 12th (December) 2012 was the last of its kind, were all numerals in my calendar were the same, I was optimistic. I prepared for that day like the second coming of Christ, I designed a mobile picture to mark the day on my social media pages, observed my daily lengthy siesta on the afternoon of that day, all in preparation. The world time zones are not the same so I became friendlier to my radio and I used BBC Nigeria’s time. I mapped out that at that instance of time I would be standing in front of my hostel door facing North under the brightly shinning moon and make a wish. I discovered that I was not the only numerical minded fellow of the day, other students too were enthusiastic, many boyfriends planned to engage their wife-to-be, engaged couples planned to hold their weddings, expectant parents hoped to deliver their baby all on this day. I was mine minded, so I waited.

That moment! Filled with unseen smiles I concluded my wish at the 12th seconds-12th minute-12th hour of the 12th month-12th year in the 21st century added to that a wishing star flashed, carried my wish and move at the speed of light. I made another wish just after midday because the time arrangement was a di-occurance. My both wishes came to pass as expected and I am a proud beneficiary of that everlasting day’s gift, I hold in strong belief that those who joined me in honouring that day received his/her/their wage(s). My wishes came to pass because I did not take 12-12-12 12:12:12 as a fun fact but as actual as it was. The number 12 has many significant meanings such as the 12 apostles of Jesus Christ, the 12 tribes of Judea, 12 gods of Olympus, most common is the 12 hours on the face of a modern crystal quartz clock in which all activities( good or bad, fruitful or not) takes place. The Mayans prophesied that the 12th would be the ‘end of the world’ but it marked the beginning of blessings.

I thank you '12.' I really appreciate all that you have done, I hope to see your next descendant in 88 years to come which I would probably not see. But I promise that as days, weeks, months, and years run after another, your significance would be passed on into the ears of all generations; alive and yet to be born.

Thank you. Until we see again.