What can we learn from the recent protest going on in the US and other places? An innocent man was accidentally choked to death for resisting arrest on suspicion of selling loose, untaxed cigarettes. The police officer in question was not indicted. As simple as this sounds, it raised a fundamental flaw in New York’s justice system, and a fatal blow in our collective humanity.
The internet has made the world a smaller place such that what happens in New York affects my state of mind in London, hence my thoughts on this issue, which brought me to the gaping inefficiency and inhumanity inherent in forceful arrests, especially for trivial matters. It’s wasteful and gives room for room for sloppy prejudice. Continue reading
There was a Farmer
He made crops, he consumed
A King came, and then another
He made, they ate
And everyone was happy
The Kings were fed fat
But kept coming and became many
The farmer made more and he was happy
He made more but Kings fed less
The Kings were too many for the Farmer
Some Kings started becoming Farmers
But the Farmer was not happy
The Farmer made the Kings eat
Because he wanted the Kings’ gold
Kings did not make gold, they were born that way
And the boy asked, “How do I find my way to Ejigbomekun?”
“Ah, hmm, its a long way from here.” I responded.
There are several roads but a junction. On every road, you will meet Ogun Lakaiye. Treat him with great respect. He will grant you courage, and maybe arm you for battles ahead.
Every road leads to a junction, a t-Junction. There you will find Esu Odara. Be sincere with Elegba! If you do, he will protect you from ajoguns, and maybe show you the way to Orunmila.
Where there is bliss, there is no pain
Where there is no pain, there is no flesh
Where there is no flesh, there is no life
Where there is life, there is no bliss
Where there is no pain, there is no life
Where there is no life, there is death
Where there is death, there is afterlife
Where there is afterlife, there is the spirit
Where there is the spirit, there is Bliss.