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Post Mortem By S. A. David

Death speaks:

“You want to understand the origin
And cause of the pathogen
One Two Three Four Five Six
Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
And you are endorsed; plus five

You paint it white
Providing vital knowing, your defence
How When Why What and Where
All the wh-interrogation
Non-stop, never-ending interrogations

Coroner, medical examiner, Indian chief
Cot deaths, violent, unnatural
Or if suspicion lurks
And then inquest
And the medical research

Cause of death
Strangulation, Accidental, Poison
Undetermined
Unsolved
Case closed, case re-opened and case closed

Seconds to minutes
Minutes to hours
Hours to days
Days to weeks to months
Months to years to centuries
Centuries to millennia to aeons to forever
Mystery unsolved still
Til we get to heaven
Til deoxyribonucleic acid turns blue litmus white

The Y-cuttings
They become specimen
Why not do an X-incision?
Lungs, liver, heart, and the rest
Magicked into theatre’s toys
A violent death, a public event
If my clients could see
They’d uprise

The Stryker saw, a kitchen utensil
The brain scooped out
No, scrambled eggs
Yes, omelette, No, egg sauce
Once a brain

Face shields, scrubs, Polaroid films
You just cut open the bodies
Dog food
Your fingers and brains
Have become scalpel addicts
The scalpel you live for

Scarpetta, Kays
Hill, Tonys
Delaware, Alexes
Knapman, Bens
Have you determined all?

Course you haven’t determined all
On your shortcomings
On your failures
Do a post mortem.”

S. A. David: "NIGERIA IS NOT 100 YEARS YET!"

It did not begin in 1914. And the British was not in the Vanguard of colonialism of which the Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary’s definition is a contrived lie- colonialism is the act of denying a particular people of a particular settlement their fundamental human, social, economic and political rights so that the colonial power’s selfish interest can be gratified.
The Dutch, French and Spanish were at it before the British. When the British, however, later, entered into the ‘colonizer’s hall of fame,’ they did with finesse- with a holy and justified ruthlessness. And when they – the European powers jostling for their spheres of influence- had finished drawing a map of Africa and shared it among themselves at the Berlin Conference in 1885, the people who Lord Frederick Lugard and his girlfriend-Dame Flora Shaw- were going to alter their destinies were not aware.
Fast-forward to a hundred and twenty nine years later from 1885, the descendants of the people ‘destroyed’ by Lord Frederick and Dame Flora decided to celebrate her centennial existence.
“Dear Compatriots, we are one hundred years!” The leader of the ‘Green White Green’ said before he doled out award plaques, or perhaps award papers to supposedly deserving Nigerians.
Nigeria is not a hundred years. Rather, the British colony, or better still the merger of the North and South British companies called Nigeria is a hundred years; and every Nigerian should be ashamed of that memorial. Every patriotic Nigerian should refuse to be a party to the damned commemoration which gives praise and justification to the unscrupulous acts of the colonial power who came to our ancestors with the bible and a gun.
At this juncture, let me tell the story of a man- his name is Ibanuje.
Ibanuje was rich and wealthy. He had a beautiful wife – her name, Iyapupo. They were the talk of the town and of their time such that people came from afar to him for their needs and wants which he met.
Ibanuje was generous to a fault. He was hospitable and sensitive. He hated to see people suffer. He had a heart of gold.
However, there was a neighbour that did not like him because of his all-round success and prosperity. This neighbour was green with jealousy. So, on a fateful night, this neighbour, with the aid of people with whom he had like minds, attacked Ibanuje, raped his wife and looted his substance. After the ‘expedition,’ Ibanuje had a great dread for this neighbour who had attacked him. He never believed the mighty could fall. Infact, he virtually worshipped him like he was deity.
His wife, however, was pregnant from the rape and put to bed a child.
Nevertheless, providence hit Ibanuje’s 'enemy of progress'- he and his co-attackers died from a mysterious deadly epidemic and all Ibanuje could do was institute the memorial of the night on which his wife was raped, and his substance carted away instead of the day the rapist and his cohorts died. How ridiculous!
Who is Ibanuje? Who is this ‘enemy of progress’? And what is their significance? It is not far-fetched.The British did not come to Africa because they had its interest at heart in the same vein  that humans do not rear cattle, chicken and pigs because they love them. No, they do it for their economic importance which could either be for sales or consumption.
At the opening of the twentieth century (1900s), the British had deposed all African monarchs that needed to be ousted in the region that Lord Lugard and his girlfriend gave the appellation- Nigeria. From Jubo Jubogha , also known as King Jaja of Opobo, to Oba Ovonramen Nogbaisi of Benin, the British displayed their ‘civilisation,’ with finesse. The most insulting is that which they did in Benin. After looting the palace, they burnt it- sheer wickedness. And carting away the Queen Idia Mask,which they have refused to return and generating over three million pounds by it, they still sing to the ears of Nigerians that Nigeria cannot care for the mask which their ancestors made.
Nigeria was not birthed in 1914. The Southern and Northern Protectorates were amalgamated because the Northern Protectorate  was unyielding, unfruitful. By the amalgamation, excess proceeds  from the Southern Protectorate were channelled into the upkeep of the Northern Protectorate where they (the British) made huge losses.
Nigeria was not born in 1914. Now, let us digress a little bit but far into the continent of North America. The British, specifically the English, while King James reigned, successfully established Jamestown colony in Virginia in 1607. And since 1607, the territories which would later become the United States of America came under the suzerainty of ‘Great Britain’.
However, when the Americans decided it was time to take their destiny in their hands, nine men signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776 which the British refused to recognize until 1783.
Whether the British chose to recognize the Declaration of Independence in 1776 or 1783 was not a factor. What matters is this: they took their destiny in their hands on July 4, 1776 and that day the USA was born- it is from then that their birthday anniversary is counted, is celebrated. God forbid that they started counting from 1607 or 1783.
Nigeria took her destiny in her hands, or rather given her destiny, in 1960 when the protectorates, forced to live together against their will, agreed to live independently as one nation. Even though Nigeria’s independence was given her on a platter in 1960, that was the only, and real, beginning of Nigeria.
So, the Nigeria-2014 Centenary Celebration is a lie. It is a razzle-dazzle aimed at giving praise to colonialism and distracting Nigerians from real issues.
Nigeria is not a hundred years old yet. She will be in 2060, and only then should true, loyal and patriotic Nigerians associate with the celebration. Only then should deserving Nigerians receive or collect their plaques. If the awardees die before 2060, they can rest assured that their children or spouses would receive their posthumous awards on their behalf.
However, the belabour will continue, Nigeria is not a hundred years yet. No one should believe that lie. The Nigeria-2014 Centenary Celebration is false; a celebration of colonialism, slavery, defeat and, above all, it is ahistorical.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: "Why Can't He Be Like Everyone Else?"

I will call him Sochukwuma. A thin,  smiling boy who liked to play with us girls at the university primary  school in Nsukka. 
We were young. We knew he was different, we said,  ‘he’s not like the other boys.’ But his was a benign and unquestioned  difference; it was simply what it was. We did not have a name for him.  We did not know the word ‘gay.’ He was Sochukwuma and he was friendly  and he played oga so well that his side always won.
In secondary school, some boys in his  class tried to throw Sochukwuma off a second floor balcony. They were  strapping teenagers who had learned to notice, and fear, difference.  They had a name for him. Homo. They mocked him because his hips swayed  when he walked and his hands fluttered when he spoke. He brushed away  their taunts, silently, sometimes grinning an uncomfortable grin. 
He  must have wished that he could be what they wanted him to be. I imagine  now how helplessly lonely he must have felt. The boys often asked, “Why  can’t he just be like everyone else?”
Possible answers to that question  include ‘because he is abnormal,’ ‘because he is a sinner, ‘because he  chose the lifestyle.’ But the truest answer is ‘We don’t know.’ 
There is humility and humanity in accepting that there are things we simply don’t know. At the age of 8, Sochukwuma was obviously different.  It was not about sex, because it could not possibly have been – his hormones were of course not yet fully formed – but it was an awareness of  himself, and other children’s awareness of him, as different. He could  not have ‘chosen the lifestyle’ because he was too young to do so. And why would he – or anybody – choose to be homosexual in a world that  makes life so difficult for homosexuals?
The new law that criminalizes homosexuality is popular among Nigerians. But it shows a failure of our democracy, because the mark of a true democracy is not in the rule of its majority but in the protection of its minority – otherwise mob justice would be considered democratic. The law is also unconstitutional, ambiguous, and a strange priority in a country with so many real problems. Above all else, however, it is unjust. 
Even if this was not a country of abysmal electricity supply where university graduates are barely literate and people die of easily-treatable causes and Boko Haram commits casual mass murders, this law would still be unjust.  We cannot be a just society unless we are able to accommodate benign difference, accept benign difference, live and let live. We may not understand homosexuality, we may find it personally abhorrent but our response cannot be to criminalize it. A crime is a crime for a reason. A crime has victims.
 A crime harms society. On what basis is homosexuality a crime? Adults do no harm to society in how they love and whom they love. This is a law that will not prevent crime, but will, instead, lead to crimes of violence: there are already, in different parts of Nigeria, attacks on people ‘suspected’ of being gay. 
Ours is a society where men are openly affectionate with one another. Men hold hands. Men hug each other. Shall we now arrest friends who share a hotel room, or who walk side by side? How do we determine the clunky expressions in the law – ‘mutually beneficial,’ ‘directly or indirectly?’
Many Nigerians support the law because they believe the Bible condemns homosexuality. The Bible can be a basis  for how we choose to live our personal lives, but it cannot be a basis  for the laws we pass, not only because the holy books of different religions do not have equal significance for all Nigerians but also  because the holy books are read differently by different people.
The Bible, for example, also condemns fornication and adultery and divorce,  but they are not crimes.
For supporters of the law, there seems to be something about homosexuality that sets it apart. A sense that it is not ‘normal.’ If we are part of a majority group, we tend to think  others in minority groups are abnormal, not because they have done  anything wrong, but because we have defined normal to be what we are and since they are not like us, then they are abnormal. 
Supporters of the  law want a certain semblance of human homogeneity. But we cannot legislate into existence a world that does not exist: the truth of our  human condition is that we are a diverse, multi-faceted species. The  measure of our humanity lies, in part, in how we think of those different from us. We cannot – should not – have empathy only for people who are like us.
Some supporters of the law have asked –  what is next, a marriage between a man and a dog?’ Or ‘have you seen  animals being gay?’ (Actually, studies show that there is homosexual  behavior in many species of animals.) But, quite simply, people are not  dogs, and to accept the premise – that a homosexual is comparable to an  animal – is inhumane. We cannot reduce the humanity of our fellow men  and women because of how and who they love. Some animals eat their own  kind, others desert their young. Shall we follow those examples, too?
Other supporters suggest that gay men  sexually abuse little boys. But pedophilia and homosexuality are two  very different things. There are men who abuse little girls, and women  who abuse little boys, and we do not presume that they do it because  they are heterosexuals. 
Child molestation is an ugly crime that is  committed by both straight and gay adults (this is why it is a crime:  children, by virtue of being non-adults, require protection and are  unable to give sexual consent).
There has also been some nationalist posturing among supporters of the law. Homosexuality is ‘unafrican,’  they say, and we will not become like the west. The west is not exactly a homosexual haven; acts of discrimination against homosexuals are not  uncommon in the US and Europe.
But it is the idea of ‘unafricanness’  that is truly insidious. Sochukwuma was born of Igbo parents and had  Igbo grandparents and Igbo great-grandparents. He was born a person who  would romantically love other men. Many Nigerians know somebody like  him. The boy who behaved like a girl. The girl who behaved like a boy.  The effeminate man. The unusual woman. These were people we knew, people like us, born and raised on African soil. How then are they  ‘unafrican?’
If anything, it is the passage of the  law itself that is ‘unafrican.’ It goes against the values of tolerance  and ‘live and let live’ that are part of many African cultures. (In  1970s Igboland, Area Scatter was a popular musician, a man who dressed  like a woman, wore makeup, plaited his hair. 
We don’t know if he was gay  – I think he was – but if he performed today, he could conceivably be  sentenced to fourteen years in prison. For being who he is.) And it is informed not by a home-grown debate but by a cynically borrowed one: we  turned on CNN and heard western countries debating ‘same sex marriage’  and we decided that we, too, would pass a law banning same sex marriage. Where, in Nigeria, whose constitution defines marriage as being between a man and a woman, has any homosexual asked for same-sex marriage?
This is an unjust law. It should be repealed. Throughout history, many inhumane laws have been passed, and  have subsequently been repealed. Barack Obama, for example, would not be here today had his parents obeyed American laws that criminalized  marriage between blacks and whites.
An acquaintance recently asked me, ‘if  you support gays, how would you have been born?’ Of course, there were gay Nigerians when I was conceived. Gay people have existed as long as humans have existed. They have always been a small percentage of the human population. We don’t know why. What matters is this: Sochukwuma is a Nigerian and his existence is not a crime.

An Angel Called Death By S. A. David

“An angel mislabeled a demon
For centuries, aeons, aeons, aeons
An angel in white, you’ve stripped it
And clothed me with black robe
A black hat, a skull and two bones
Dragged to the human court
An unfair judgement passed against me

You rebuke, cast and bind
You curse, all the swear words
You’ve told me to be not proud
You’ve told me I’m last to be destroyed
I’m an enemy; you made me so
I plead, not guilty
Not guilty!
Not guilty!

I’m not guilty. I’m not guilty
For centuries you have blacked me
My true colour is white
Have you never wondered?
Are you learners?
Why have you closed your heart?

When I come for you, what happens?
When I come for you, all you see is white.
I bring the white light
You teeter towards the white light
I’m a white light
I come to take you out of this world
To a place of rest
A place with your loving father
A place. Cloud Ten.

When the cancer eats your flesh
When the pestilence continues to pester
When the hunger continues to starve you
When the war continues to kill you
When the polithieves continue to put you
Put you on a long thing
When the promises are hidden
I come to give you rest

I pay no cognizance
To anyone, thing, title, office, whatever
I equalize all
Presidents and people
Queens and their queue of subjects

I preserve your long life
I come to you at the eleventh hour
I let you accomplish your dreams
I let you affect lives
Positively and negatively
I let you leave your signature
On the earth

When the doctors can’t find a cure
When the lab men delay in finding a vaccine
When the clergymen are unable to call down Raphael
When hope is lost
When help is non-existent
I, light, come to absorb you in the light.

I’m not guilty, I’m not guilty.
Life and I are ivy and baobab
We are the promise of substitution
The promise of a moderately populated earth
A promise of no suffocation
A promise of reality
When birth gives, people gather
When death takes, the world is stunned

I’m by no means black
I am transition
I remind you of your other side
Your other side capable of many
Capable of bitterness
Capable of sorrow
Capable of tears
Capable of grief

I make you examine your life
I make you make resolutions
I make you moral
I make you take caution
I make you take life easy
I make you aware of vanity
Earth is vain
I do God’s work
I’m not guilty.

Yes I make you aware
Aware of those who truly love you
When I take you
People who loved you cry
Those who hated you cry and criticize
The reserved ones regret not walking up to you

I’m with you everyday
Everyday you’re at risk
Toxic fumes
Stray bullet
A sudden escalating latent disease
The Airbus you know not its fate
The ship – Titanic
Even the best roads and bridges

In the pits of apricot kernels
In the hollow of almond seeds
In the pips of apples
I wait for you
To deliver you freedom

They miss you when you’re gone
They compose songs of love for you
They dwell only on your positives
They even then understand the shortcomings
Your tomb reminds them of their inevitable hour
I will always come for them
Yes I stir fear
But that’s your mistake
I come to make you bold
To let you know life is short
And you have no time to wait
There’s no time to waste

Face life in the face
But take it easy
While you yet struggle
You are not leaving life alive

And you are not coming into death dead
Whatever you find to do, love it
Whatever your hands lay themselves on, cherish it
I’m the promise that life is a means
That there’s life in the hereafter

I bring you to a place where I have no power
A place where I cannot touch your new bodies
Your new immaterial bodies
A place where I am not called Death
A place where no material exists
I am the promise that life is vanity
I am the reminder that life can be a non-vain one
I am an angel
Do you still judge me?

What is your verdict?
What is your pronouncement?
What is your judgement?
What is your resolve?
What is your decision?
What is your faith?
What is your fate?
Am I an angel?”

#Death said.

Professor Dora Akunyili: A Beacon of Inspiration

I, and humanity, is going to miss Professor Dora Nkem Akunyili as the disciples of Jesus missed Jesus while he was in the tomb for three days before he resurrected: only that this time we are going to miss her “forever”; forever is a very long time.
I was thinking deeply about the life of the adorable Dora and in the event of putting my feelings in words I came across Elizabeth Mary Frye’s poem: “Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep”.
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow.I am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry;I am not there. I did not die.
I'm not going to mourn but celebrate Mama Dora because she did not really die. She may have passed on but she is still with us in NAFDAC, in the classroom; and every time we buy that genuine medicine tablet or syrup and imbibe them she stands beside us.
She was passionate about lives and hated to see human lives reduced to debris. She always wished she could salvage the situation and she indeed got the chance and opportunity. She had said “False drugs, is the massacre of innocent lives and is a crime against humanity. We can protect ourselves against AIDS but can do nothing against a deadly drug.”
Passionate about saving lives, she pitted herself against the “salespersons of death”. Being selfless, she did not mind that her life and family’s were at risk, she continued to do her work and calling with an unrivalled passion bearing only one thing in mind, ‘the people first’.
Being an embodiment of undiluted honesty, she saved Nigeria’s money in the past. In 1998 when Dora was South-East Zonal Secretary of the Petroleum Trust Fund (PTF), she had an unpleasant feeling in her stomach and the Nigerian doctors diagnosed a growth and advised a surgery. She was given $29, 000 for her medicare. However, on getting to the United Kingdom, the English surgeon did his diagnosis and said the growth was benign, did not need a surgery but drugs and requested that they share the $29, 000. Mama Dora declined and returned the money to the Nigerian treasury!
She was an influential woman, a force to be reckoned with; a rare gem who had achievements to show for it. Can we count it? They are numerous and this is not the time to count awards. She made impact. She was a generous soul, gave her life for the well-being of others. 
Not taking into cognizance her “feebleness”, she exhibited her patriotism at the on-going National Conference, she prayed for the release of the Chibok girls as she was involved in the #BringBackOurGirls campaign in her own way. She lived a selfless life and with her life, her family will gain fortitude that she rests in the “bosom of Mother Teresa”.
Her children and close family should not measure her life by the number of years she lived but rather the life lived in her 59 years, the love shared, the memories made, the joy given and the blessings received. She was an icon, a legend and above all she is a beacon of inspiration.
Nigeria needs more Dora Akunyilis, so does the world. And there are many a Dora Akunyili among the abducted Chibok girls. They need to #BringBackOurGirls.
RIP Dora Akunyili.

S. A. David: "WHY CAN’T THEY BE JOINED TO MORE THAN ONE?"

President Barrack Obama
The White House,
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW,
Washington, DC 20500

Dear President Obama,

     WHY CAN’T THEY BE JOINED TO MORE THAN ONE?
Our ancestors did it. They did it everywhere. They did it in Europe. They endorsed it in Asia. It was part of their mentifact of North America. It stood the test of time, and prospered, and still prospers, in Africa. It was respectable in Antarctica. It had its ground in South America; and was not kicked against in Australia.
Plural marriage! Polygamy!
I will call him Honourable Ose. He is a lawyer, member of Nigeria’s Federal House of Representatives and my first cousin. He is married with four wives who love each other and each others’ children. Of course, there will always be windows of misunderstanding which they always find ways, sometimes compromising, to shut and everybody lives happily ever after again.
There’s been an outright condemnation of this kind of marriage most especially in your country since the mid-1800s until the actual preclusion and exclusion of this marriage-type from the mentifact shores of the USA. Men are not allowed to marry more than one wife. In fact, polygamy is a crime.
Till date, I have not excavated, from earth's crust, any sensible reason for the criminalisation of polygamy in your country. I had researched every possible history and yet found nothing of tangible worth. Yet, though, I refused to believe that the bible was a basis for the “unjust polygamy legislation” perhaps because I had been made to believe that the USA is heaven, a perfect utopia; a place where democracy is practised in its completion and as such the bible would not be a basis for legislation.
And after my research, I had come to conclude that the bible does not condemn polygamy just as God, in whom the entire American populace and you trust, does not condemn it. The problem with religious leaders, allow me to digress a little, especially in Christendom, is that they have failed to distinguish between what scripture records and what it approves and/or condemns. It (the bible) recorded polygamy. It did not condemn it.
Now, back from my "digression-trip," Mr. President, your country and you are upholders of human rights. Great! You have condemned countries, including mine, as violators of human rights just because of the anti-gay legislation that never ceases to rock the headlines of the media. I am not a crusader of the anti-gay law which I think was uncalled for! But as an upholder of human right which you are; and being the number one man of God’s Own Country which has the best democracy in the world, why have you let this injustice run rampage in your country?
Why have you let the democracy of the United States of America to be insulted? A democracy is not just for the majority. Infact, its perfection is seen in the protection of the minority’s rights. Yes, our Muslim brothers constitute a very minuscule number of the American populace, and their scripture tells them they can marry more than one wife, so why can’t they be allowed their right? Why this discrimination? Why can't they be joined to more than one?
I know you did not make the anti-polygamy legislation. I am aware it was not done in your time. I even guess that the owners of the sperm and egg cells that were to form you had not met each other when people were called criminals because they wanted to be like Abraham, Isaac and Jacob; and Muhammed. But you can do something to remove reproach from the USA’s democracy.
But if you would not visit the issue because every American abhors polygamy, then those countries that find “gayism” abhorrent should be “let to lie”.
For the record, sir, I am not anti-gay, neither am I seeking to raise a polygamous home.
For democracy!
Thank you Mr. President!
Regards,
An African

God Bless the Hypocrites By S. A. David

We pray the rosary more
We finger the subha, five in daily
We read the ‘ble and ‘ran like we own it
We, yet, steal more

We do the crusades and vigils
We sleep in the ‘sques
We bridle our lips in public
We, still, do the French kiss in private

We churn out the offerings
We lavish out the alms
We clothe the destitute
We, yet, loot the treasury

We preach three and sixteen
We read the entire fortress
We wear it, labels and trademarks
We, still, practice not the preachings

We love God on the pulpit
We praise God in the ‘mple
We submit to God in the ‘sque
We, yet, are hypocrites in our closets

We preach the fourth law
We, yet, curse our presidents
We recite the fifth command
We, still, kill our opponents

We know the sixth
We, yet, masturbate on their wives
We stick the seventh to our doors
We, still, loot the mints

God is merciful
God is love
God is kind
God bless the hypocrites

God of blood By S. A. David

Blood blood blood
The shrine calls out
Bombs shall produce them
Throw them in the north

Blood blood blood
The god calls out
Knives shall produce them
The Hau' shall slay them

Blood blood blood
The spirit give a yelp
Grief shall produce them
The 'bos shall reprise

Blood blood blood
The earth calls out
Knives shall be reprised with
They shall be driven from the east

Blood blood blood
The gods are thirsty
The 'lta shall fight
 Their oil is being stolen

Blood blood blood
The shrine calls out
Distribute guns among them
Shoot at sight

Blood  blood blood
Confiscate the peace
Grant freedom to wars
Blood in its bounty

Blood blood blood
The god of blood asks
They won’t receive oil
Blood blood blood

S. A. David:" Wole Soyinka, And 6 Others, Opened A Pandora's Box; Brought Irreparable Death And Decay To Nigeria"

Our world is replete with individuals who intended that their actions should bring about "pleasure" but the opposite "pain" was the product. Kudirat's young husband, Muhammed, founded a religion that was to bring mankind and womankind closer to Deity as his effort also, inadvertently and remotely, birthed the "Boko Haram brotherhood" that has brought only harm and mayhem.
Nobel Laureate, Wole Soyinka, and his cohorts are responsible for almost 25% of Nigeria's woes. They did not consult the hedonistic calculus before taking action. Before he joins the afterlife, they ought to draft and graft a medium out of the national mess they had manufactured. They had taken away peace from the university campuses. They had sent young souls to the great beyond thereby separating them from their loved ones, especially their mothers, forever.
Being offered an admission by a university or any other higher institution of learning is supposed to be a source of joy and determination to move on in life but with the very creation of the literary genius and his "brothers", being in the university is synonymous with learning how to swim in the Dead Sea.
No session expires in the campuses without handsome young undergraduates and graduates alike becoming specimens in the campuses' morgues.
In 2003, in Benson Idahosa University, two brothers were haunted by a fierce gang; one was butchered with a battle axe, the other escaped and was flown abroad by their parents.
In 2003, two students died coldly and countless number of students received varying injuries at University of Illorin.
In 2004, in the University of Nigeria, there was a campus shooting by a group: deaths were recorded.
In 2005, in Ambrose Ali University (formerly Edo State University) a fine young graduate had just returned from National Service to request a transcript when an undergraduate shot him in the left eye twice.
In 2008, in one of the Abraka campuses of Delta State University, a beautiful boy was found dead in the outskirt with incisions all over his body.
In 2009, in College of Education, Benin, a student of the institution was found laying lifeless at the institution's main gate- his head and penis off of his body.
In 2009, an undergraduate who had just rounded off his final undergraduate examination at the University of Benin (name withheld for the purpose of limitation of harm) went with a friend to his hostel. After they arrived, they heat their food and got ready to eat when they discovered there was no water. His friend, the host, decided to go get water. After he exited the room, fierce looking guys, three of them, came into the room and pumped three bullets into the forehead of the guest. The host, from the shop where he went to get water, heard the gunshot and absconded. He had escaped death. Somebody had died in his place. He knew the people that had come for him but met his absence.
The Valentine of 2011 in University of Lagos left two students dead by a six shooter.
In March 2013, in Lagos State University, two deaths and many injuries were recorded.
In 2013, in Edo State Institute of Management and Technology, a beautiful damsel was bathed with acid by her "occultic" boyfriend because she broke with him.
In 2014, in Federal Polytechnic Auchi, three students and three Auchi indigenes exchanged bullets which claimed their lives and other innocent passers-by.
And the record of deaths and "brain drain" in "all" Nigeria Higher Institutions are countless because of one man and his "six brothers".
"Jambites" are "their" targets: some of them are forcefully initiated into the campus cult groups. They are deluded into believing that the university environment is an unsafe atmosphere, and yes it is true to an extent, and so they are hypnotized into initiation.
These young Jambites who are used, after initiation, to gather information, run errands and befriend potential recruits are gotten during the first weeks of the school's new session when confraternity alumni and members swarm campuses recruiting new members followed by initiation ceremonies which involve severe beatings, in order to test their endurance, as well as ingestion of a liquid mixed with blood. 
Confraternities since their inception have caused only harm; they have murdered people who are thought to have "snatched" a member's girlfriend, or "sugar daddy" in the case of female cult groups. As of 2005, they were engaged in a variety of money-making criminal activities, ranging from cybercrime to armed robbery, kidnapping, recruiting prostitutes and occultic ritual killings.  2002 estimates that over 300 people died from cult related killings including teachers and professors who refused to give in to their whims and caprices.
Cult groups are spreading their tentacles and antennae. They have been able to plant their presence in secondary schools. No wonder there is always news of two public secondary schools (name withheld) at war in Ogun State - it is the secondary school chapters of the confraternities at war. These ones do not need initiation when they gain admission into the university. They will simply be promoted.
Their presence has also successfully gained penetration into the National Youth Service Corps, or NYSC, orientation camps.
In July 2012, in NYSC Kogi Orientation Camp in Asaya, a cult group (name withheld) was nabbed in the bush, dancing and chanting songs round a bonfire, by soldiers. These cultists were corp members who had re-united, and recruiting corp members who were, according to them, "jew".
They  have penetrated everywhere, every sphere and "every home". They claim to be custodians of golden opportunities and seats in high places such that one prominent cult group in Nigeria (name withheld) boasts that a dozen seats at the Rivers State House of Assembly is their inheritance.
At the mention of a cult group or confraternity, only terror comes to mind; only gory and grisly events of bloodshed is being pictured by the mind because of  6 people and one man.
Wole Soyinka and his "6 brothers" opened a Pandora's box.

S. A. David: "Kidnap Of Chibok Girls By Boko Haram Insurgents Was A Blessing In Disguise"

Every nation in the planet has had her fair share of “wahala,” trouble and undoing just because some people who claim to be human beings parade the earth to inflict only one thing, no two- mayhem and massacre on the real human beings whose hearts pump blood. These people make it their lives’ mission to bring the human race to extinction.
Shekau, Boko Haram helms-man, said “Allah told me to kidnap and sell the girls.”
News and History is more than replete with the activities of the ‘Jama’ atu Ahlis Sunna Lidda awati wal-jihad’, or ‘Western Education Is Sin’ gang. Infact, if a book is to be written about the Boko Haram, it cannot contain it in all completeness. All the trees in the planet may go into extinction for the purpose of the art and act.
A little digression: The alleged purpose of the movement was “war against western education.” But they did not pause to think for once that the very “western education” which they crusade against had been a vehicle via which they had propagated their sinister ventures. How did they come about the manufacturing of bombs? Unless the Prophet Mohammed left behind, before his death, a dissertation on the manufacturing of bombs, of which the notion is ahistorical. Or perhaps one of the four caliphs left behind a ‘how-to-send-a-video-to-aso-rock’.
‘Everyone’ knows the works that have been wrought by the hands of Boko Haram. They have destroyed lives and property, Muslims and Christians alike, mosques and churches, Northerners and Southerners, students and artisans- and yes they have made it into the “Hall Of History” such that the Nigerian citizenry wondered and pondered in their hearts if Boko Haram was ever going to be a thing of the past. Even the ‘international brothers’ of Nigeria, everyday, lived their lives at risk on the soil of the ‘Green White Green’.
The group had rendered bustling cities and commercial centres desolate, almost reduced to nothingness with people varnishing for safety of their lives. And all began to think, “Do we have a government? If we do, what is it doing?” #BringBackOurGirlsTruth is the government was doing its part and perhaps its best which was not better enough as the international communities and neighbour-nations became voyeurs looking and watching how Nigeria was going to be able to come out of the pit it is in at the moment- pit of terrorism. And yes Shekau and his men were winning- it seemed so- as they wasted lives at Nyanya and made it a ritual when they wasted lives there a second time.
But the mistake they made was to kidnap the “Chibok Bevy”. Little did they know that the Chibok Abduction was going to unite the world against them and, perhaps, they may have wanted this grave attention they are getting from the planet now but it was still a mistake. They should have left children, girl-children out of their insane-war because Carl Sandburg was right when he said “A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.” 
And Prometheus, in The Masque of Pandora, was right when he said "Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad" for Boko Haram was stricken with madness to abduct innocent girls who represented different generations.
#BringBackOurGirls