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My dear Bello, congratulations; though it has been over a year you came to the seat as a governor, I have not officially congratulated you. You have indeed become a popular person, if not one of the most talked about person in Nigeria. I cannot say I am not proud of you just as can’t say I am proud of you. Being a governor of Kogites is not easy, especially when a young man like you takes over power. I hope you understand what I meant. Imaging you as a governor is like having someone in primary one as a VC in ABU Zaria. But that should not deter you. You are doing a service and a national one for that matter. I am happy that you know and we knew your are our leader.

Kogites says that I should tell you not to ignore the newspapers and Television report that workers are dying, kidnapping and stealing are the order of the day. They said I should tell you that when Audu, Ibrahim and Wada were there, the situation was different.

They said I should also tell you that some people are now receiving the salary alert for over 22 months and the amount some are receiving ranges from N400 to 30% of the owned salaries. But i know you will persevere because I have noticed you for a long time now, your eye shades has an advantage, it prevents you from seeing the ugly side of the state which is good if not for anything for your health because I heard what happened during one of your recent meetings.

My neighbour is asking whether you are seeing how Jigawa state, Bauchi State and other state are doing. I won’t mention Lagos because in the next ten years you won’t be able to meet up with them. Hope you heard what Enugu state government is doing? They paid 13 months’ salary without anyone complaining whether they were left out or whether the amount was a wrong calculation or should I say they were paid in full.

Your bag, I mean the chief of staff who you carry about has given us body language that you will contest come next election. I think you may have to shelve your idea of coming back to the Lugard house. You see, even the blinds, the villagers both literate and illiterate have done their voters card in a bid to send you parking. I was even surprise when my neighbour took his goat and birds for voter’s card registration. You will have to hold on for a while; that is if not forever.

The life of a Kogite is now terrible and everyone says you are the cause. I am sure ABU Zaria does not have age limit for admitting student. When you are sent packaging it will be good if you take a course on public administration, the study will no doubt help you on how to manage public offices.

I can’t believe you were thinking of another four years of joblessness, lawlessness, nonchalant, and bad human welfare conduct going on in the state. I will advise you as a brother, just forget it. You will lose even if a mad man were to contest against you.

I do not wish to make you panic but I am afraid you will just waste your money-but don’t worry, I don’t care if I should be your campaign manager as far as money is involved, though you will still lose.

Have you heard of scratch ‘my back and I scratch yours?’ oh sorry I forgot you don’t like idioms right from your days in secondary school days but you can ask Edward, I think he look smart enough to know what it means. I think that pattern can only work in your dreams for now, unless you listen to what I have as a suggestion. Maybe let’s start from the payment of all the staff salaries both cleared and not cleared ones; for now we don’t even know what cleared and not cleared mean as if they once cleared are grasses that re-grows because after being cleared they become not-cleared. Then make sure we have adequate light supply, at least for 12 hours daily, you know we are not too greedy people. Our roads too are in bad states and we also need street lights and good security since locking our doors alone cannot prevent thieves from boring holes on our walls to gain access into our very main bedrooms.

As you may have known, once human beings begin to enjoy, they forget their pain and sorrows. So that pattern might work for you even if not to win at least you will get 500 votes. Also your name could be changed from Obo-ilo to Ugwu soup.

Listen, when I wake tomorrow morning I want to hear that the Kogi State Governor have directed the payment of workers’ salaries and arrears and it should be before the Christmas Eve. We will talk about it when you have done the right thing.

No, you don’t need my phone number; I haven’t forgotten what it means to send this kind of letter with my phone number.

Meanwhile, I am sending this letter with pictures of staff who have died without being paid and the pictures of in bad states and also roads too. There is Kano Gorasa and kwa-kwa, I hope you will enjoy it.

Yours Tofaashir

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I sat in front of my desk whispering to myself, I need to get my life together, I need to get my life together! I have always stopped to think every moment of my life about the many things I would need to acquire, how many goals I would achieve and most importantly, if I would even live long to bear kids, until I paused to think, why not live the moment, be happy and develop myself instead. I am a pretty sensitive woman and I know I am not alone in this dilemma. A lot of us out there are, maybe some just hide theirs under a cloak of defiance and a pretend ability of not being aware of every situation around them. I am not a relationship expert and I have no basic marriage experience, but from what I have seen, heard and observed, I want to share a little gist with you all.

Who is a female? A lot of people may have different assertions to this word, some sensible, some justifiable, some poor and lacking and some just in between. We ourselves, most of the time do not even know what or who we are, because of influence from factors like society, family, peers, psychology and trends.

Apart from the total comprehension of a female being a being crafted biologically to birth, and care, there are other hidden qualities that we may have buried under the rubbles of self- doubt, gluttony, weakness, and selfishness. As creatures of vanity, we need frequent polishing and adornments to keep up and stay lit. Even though the world today has made an attempt to squish that gentility and calm from women, we still hope to bring it back someday, a little bit not too late though.

Today women work like their fathers, bear burdens like their fathers, shoulder responsibilities too heavy and carry about their feminine flaws too, all of these beneath the fear that they may not ever be able to catch up with their male counterparts. The other side of this is that, apart from tackling responsibilities like our fathers, we now behave like men too, putting our egos first, forgetting that we were not built to be like them. I know a man out there who will murmur, ‘who sent them anyway?’ but let us forget about this man.

Man was created all flawed, and drunk with desire to rule over generations. From the creation stories we heard, man was created first and his longing for a partner and companionship pushed forth the creation of the female. Us!

But who exactly is a female, she is the emblem of strength, the element that complements the male, his kryptonite, the one with many emotions and heaps of mood swings with the super woman ability to control them and also blessed with the gift, to give a man that uplift that makes him feel like a king, from making him feel like her hero, to fueling his ego to keeping him upright, to listening to him lecture her about issues that she’s already knowledgeable about, that’s her duty and she functions excellently when treated with respect afterwards because after all a king does respect his subjects, looks out for them and does not exploit their loyalty as many men do today.



After Mayo had been beaten, battered, dragged to his knees by the turbulence that dines and tarries with mankind. The gift in her was able to mend his kaput nexus with God and invariably led to the emergence of his true identity. The voice came to him expressly and pierced into his heart. It loosed him as his heart tilted. The tears of captivity was sluggishly shed and fountain of freedom installed at the center of his heart. The chains of murder was riven and relinquished to its murky background and began to shine like a star he was or rather he was. 
Serenity…………….. 

We have been in this situation for so long I ought to have been changed,  muttered Matrass 

Mocachino who has vowed not to cease interceding  for his sole to be renewed gawked at Matrass thoughtfully as tears rolled down his chicks uncontrollably. Matrass shook his head in dismay as none  could console one another. Letters of frustration and disappointment printed in upper case at their faces seem glaring. Matrass became still instantly. Couldn’t fathom Matrass’s strange act until he sighted Mayo who tied towel round his waist. 
Mayo raised Matrass up, picked his clothes he left there to straighten. Mocachino gazed at him, shook his head in amazement and muttered “come to our aid Lord for we look up to you”. The helpless and hopeless Mayo shook his legs inside his  shoes as he headed out  with his file seeking for a nest to shelter himself. Mocachino could feel agonizing weight exerted upon him after  covering several kilometers in search of greener pastures to keep the body in conformity with the soul. 
The ramshackle Mocachino gave up at the center of the road. His sole got disintegrated, fell apart and the centre couldn’t hold anymore. Mayo collapsed on the tarred road seeing a vehicle accelerating at high speed. Many witnessed  the episode but Couldn’t intervene. The hopeless boy sighted  Dorcas at his impoverished state,unusual strength came  upon him and the wheel of  fortune from her eyes drove him into the culvert. None could fathom how it happened.
He got up almost immediately and started pacing about searching for his file. “did anyone see my file? so much value was attached to the certificate- “ordinary paper” more than  his life.Your file? Said a low beckoning voice that jilted him from the  crowd, you survived this instead of you to thank God, you opted to shout your file? A file  that has turned  it back  at you?. Hmmm! Take it, take your  life. Mayo clothed with shame casted  his  head downwards with tears gushing out of his eyes like a water fall. He made his way back home. A footprint was planted in his heart by those words of Dorcas. 
It took Mayo several hours to get to his apartment, walked sluggishly as though the ground forbade him from treading on it. The handwriting of frustration, rejection, disappointment, bitterness has transposed  its font size on his face. ‘This is unbearable’, he muttered as he clouted the door with his leg and fele to the ground immediately . ‘Am tired of living, take my life God for you have been unfair to me, I have been humiliated, despised and rejected where others were accepted effortlessly. Why is my case different?’. He increased the tempo of his voice as he lamented continuously. A voice came to him expressly. He couldn’t detect whose voice it was but he knew that it must be a divine voice Just like Angel Gabriel speaking to Virgin Mary about the birth of Jesus. ‘you always put yourself before me as though you own your life. Treated me like an outcast, failed to acknowledge me. you make enemy with me and peace with men. You have changed my agenda for your life to that which suits your taste. That’s why you have not discovered that which is in you. you are loaded son indeed, you are a star. I ought to interrupt your plans but you shut the door of your heart at me. you put all your hope in your certificate and knocked me out of your life. He got frightened and lost in thought. He shouted out of amazement “am loaded? A star? “ but stars are meant to shine…… 
The voice vanished Being more worried, he opted to end it all. He picked a rope, tied it to the roof and the other end to his neck. Just as he was to sway himself to the air came another voice…. ‘Life may have torn you apart , waged war against you. you may have been drawn in the ocean of stagnation, bruised and cobwebbed in the negative circumstances of life, rejected and reduced to nothing, engulfed with Shame and reproach. I beseech you to look up to him who is mighty to save.

In him was life and the life was the light of men. 

something stroke his heart as soon as he heard that of life, the rope was removed off his neck. 

He rushed to the door shedding tears uncontrollably fell down at dorcas feet. He confessed, ‘you made me live once more’. Why would you take a life you can’t give? Says Dorcas, She led him to christ and his life transformed. He became a staunch follower of CHRIST. Many souls were won through him. YOU ARE REDEEMED FOR OTHERS TO BE REDEEMED.



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