WHAT A WICKED MOTHER

 Mrs Toyin

Mrs. Toyin Abiodun lives with her four children in a one-room apartment at Number 24 Adekunle Street, Akute-Odo, Ogun State. In her room she cooks, eats, washes her clothes and dishes, she and her four children defecate and have their bath in the same room.

According to her co-tenants, Toyin abuses her children by locking them up and using cutlass, knife and belt to beat them. Evidence of this is on their bodies. Their heads and bodies are full of scars while their hands are dislocated.

The Nation Newspaper

Her first son with cuts on his head

The rest of her children.

Honestly the first thing that came to my mind  after reading this is, either it’s a case of absolute wickedness or one of mental disorder, for a mother to abuse her children thus is really abnormal. If she is normal which I doubt, then she is Jezebel incarnate.

 According to the story she had these kids for two men who married and divorced her.

The average Nigerian child is without protection.

Where are the Welfare officers, where are the Human Right organizations and the NGOs

"I ABDUCTED YOUR GIRLS"

  In a daring move, The Boko Haram leader, Abubakar Shekau, in a 57-minute video obtained by the AFP News Agency, told the country and indeed the whole world. "I ABDUCTED YOUR GIRLS".
    METRO NEWS.

There was never any doubt in our minds that they did. All we are saying is #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS.

Nigerians are saying: #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS.

The whole world are saying: #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS

Their mothers are crying: #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS

Their whole family is saying: #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS

THEY ESCAPED.

Amina Sawok and Thabita Welse, are two of the girls that escaped from the Boko Haram clutch. Prompted by survival instincts they jumped out and ran into the bush when the truck the insurgents were using to transport them broke down.

According to their story, the insurgents came to their school late in the night dressed in army uniform and ordered them to assemble in the dinner hall, from where they loaded them into a truck.

FIRST LADY WEEPS

Dame Patience Jonathan wept over the poor attendance of her meeting by stakeholders which she convened to discuss issues concerning the abducted girls.

Towards the end of the meeting she wept again, telling those present, "you want to kill my husband, you want to make me a widow before you go and rest. my God will never make me a widow".

Also during the meeting she threatened to lead a mass protest group to Maiduguri to ask the Borno State governor to produce the girls.

        DAILY TRUST

KEEP ON SMILING.

  SMILE

It's the beginning of a new week, start the week with a smile, it wouldn't hurt your face to put a smile on it. A smiling face attracts good-luck, favour and blessing.

 No matter the situation this week, or the frustration, don't worry be happy and smile through it. Keep on smiling. (winks.)

RELEASING YOUR CREATIVE POTENTIALS

CREATIVITY

Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes and having fun

-        Mary Lou Cook

I love standing out and I love being different, all it takes is for me to exercise my creative ability. Honestly, a little bit of creativity in all you do in life, makes a whole lots of different to who you are.

When I was into bead making, one thing I always assures my customers is that, they will never see someone else wearing the same design of beads, except it’s from me. I never pick my designs from any book or catalogue except where a customer comes with one and wants me to reproduce it.  When I say the beads whisper to me, people laugh, but it’s true. I talk to the bead and the design comes together in my head and I produce it.

Even in my cooking, some days I woke up, and I’m tired of eating the same food, the same way all the time. All I will do is look around my kitchen, see what I have and think of a way of combing them to create something new, just  the use of my imagination and behold, a new recipe is created.

So, it doesn’t take much to be creative, all you need is imagination, inspiration and zeal, to release your creative ability. Creativity is your willingness to exercise your brain and use your hand to produce something new and different. It is all about using wisdom to harness your God giving ability and talent to do ordinary things in extra ordinary ways

Many people don’t fully maximize their creative potentials, most often because of fear. Yes, many are held down by fear; they’re afraid of failing, afraid of mistakes or afraid of ridicules from others and so they don’t bother.

To some, it’s just laziness. They don’t want to go the extra miles required to create something unique and so, they rein their potentials. And some have this wrong notion that they don’t have any creative potentials in them. That’s false reasoning. If we are all created in the image and likeness of God and God is creative, it means that, there is creative nuggets inside of us, it's only waiting to be released.

Creativity is not all about the ability to write, to act, to sing, to paint or be an artiste. No, creativity is what makes you break out from where you are. Also, it is that instinct that comes from wanting to make a change in your life, in your career, in your business and even in your marriage.

 Discontentment and that inner push to rise above your contemporaries and the zeal to break new grounds are what give birth to creativity. You cannot change what you choose to tolerate or conquer what you will not confront. So free your mind.

 I dare you to break out, to give in to your creative instinct and discover your abilities. Experiment, take risks, set new record and then have fun doing that.

EVEN THE MOON BLEEDS FOR THE EVIL IN OUR LAND.

BRING OUR GIRLS BACK

 It started like any other ordinary day. They all woke up with plans and expectations for the day; they left their homes to the park to board buses and cars to different destination; some to work, and some to business.

 As usual, the park was bustling with activities; there was the clamour for passengers from drivers, the usual shouts of hawkers announcing their wares, buying and selling was going on in various places in and outside the park. Cars and buses was driving in and out.  Some others were eating breakfast in various food vendors’ outlet within the park.  Life was going on as usual, the people unaware of the angel of death lurking around.

Then an ear splitting explosion, for a split second, there was an eerily silence; then, pandemonium broke, and by the time the smoke of the bomb blast settled, there were human parts scattered all over the place, grotesque charred human remains were everywhere, the wounded and the maimed screamed and cried out in pain, but no immediate help was in the vicinity, the survivors were still dazed and helpless.

It was the scene of yet another bomb attack by the dreaded agent of destruction, The Boko Haram at Nyanya Park Abuja. They struck, leaving in their wake; tears, blood and sorrows. The carnage was so massive that darkness came at the break of day, the evil so thick that even the moon bleeds and blurs at night time.

 Again and again, they came, they kill, they destroy, and the people looked on hopelessly and the leaders watched helplessly. 

Still within the same week, the perpetrators struck yet again and slithered away with two hundred and thirty-four school girls for victory orgies. Again nothing was done, and the Chibok school girls yet to be found.

Let me ask,

 How many ears must our leaders have, before they can hear the cries of the people?

How many deaths will it take before they know that too many people have died?

The answer……