With the sound-space dominated by highfalutin percussion and melodious lyrics which usually defy sense in arrangement (like one who sang building before buying land), you are certainly to be confronted with the yeye intro, the heavy gbi-gbi-gbi warm-up and then a possible yeh men, before the belly-upside-down songs will roll, from their so-called chart-toppers. I must confess, this feel-good intro, meant to fire the listening audience up, isn’t limited to secular songsters alone. May God deliver every froward heart.
Governor Bello may be an adopted son of a retired soldier-president and an Okene toughie, the land that celebrates itself as the nation’s capital of aggression, I doubt any kind of endorphin in his system can make him say yeheye, yeh man or even sing right now, in the face of the electoral calamity that just befell him. If he decided to sing his sorrow away, his composition would sound everything a dirge, because he’s politically-bereaved.
Bello should see yeye (public shame) coming, except if he listened only to spiritual lightweights even if he’s one. He fell in the market! That public shame, Round One, must have surely been preceded by a warning in the spirit realm and because he possibly damned the atonement that should have saved him the opprobrium, shame is piling up on him. Or what could be more embarrassing than a manacled Dino Melaye in intensive care miles away from Lokoja, dusting the governor at home, complete with his Smart accomplices.
Negative vision doesn’t necessarily mean negative things happening to the involved. It is a call to reason, repentance and return to that which is holy. That is the only averment dose. Not prophesies, not marabouts, not magic, not sacrifice. The Holy books prescribe obedience over sacrifice. When a cup is full and mercy isn’t likely to abound, God usually throws in a warning signal, before the beginning of the end.
The fall in the market place was the warning signal. The Dino disgrace is a yellow card. Yahaya should not wait for yeye to sing forcible yeheye. The spiritual red-flag doesn’t have to be about Dino, who despite his usual Sunday-Sunday twitter prayer (guess, he can’t tweet for now), needs a renewal as much as Bello does and possibly starting with his Dino name, except he wants to become a dinosaur in his relatively-young life. It could be about the likes of an engineer (name withheld) in Kogi State public service who called in a few days back, to tell a heart-wrenching story of his life in the hands of Bello’s administration, which is turning able-bodied, well-educated, responsible fathers, to Oga Bello, “dangerous clouds are gathering, vultures are encircling.” This collocating clausal line, reeking with morbidity, isn’t mine. It belongs to your baba oyoyo. That was his warning to then President Goodluck Jonathan during the impeachment saga of the then only CPC governor, Tanko Al-Makura of Nasarawa State. 96 hours after the chilling message, Boko Haram missed him by a whisker. Good morning Gov.
Leah’s crusade
God has a way of announcing His own. 110 were taken, but Leah Saribu became renowned. The five that died didn’t even end with her kind of significant identity, yet she is still alive and the world is eating from her spiritual palms. Weep not for Leah. God is turning her misery into a ministry. Like Malala, her global message is divinely packaged in a mess. Leah will return and she won’t be the same again. Instead of weeping over the one who is now a World Citizen, an average Christian should learn from this young lady who chose not to make her faith like the Hebrew meaning of her name; languid.
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