Friday, January 11, 2013

#SaveMusibaudeen: What was, what is and what will be.

If you didn't know of the #SaveMusibaudeen campaign, I feel sad for you. If you knew and turned a blind eye, I weep for your heart. But if you knew of the campaign, let's share some of those moments once again.

Sometime in September, Abdus Salam(@abdorle) told us about #SaveMusibaudeen. The account balance was 140k, the final destination, 3 million. I remember Gooodman making the campaign Avatar. I remember TahirSam going round her neighbourhood, raising funds in the best way she could. I remember people sending money via Western Union in pounds, dollars. I remember students taking part of their allowances and donating to the cause. I remember @SannykayzTv leading a group of young people in different venues across Lagos to raise funds running into hundreds of thousands. I remember the endless DMs asking for account details and how Musibaudeen was doing. I remember reading Abusidiqu's blog, then Rinsola's with her powerful words. I remember Mubarak sneaking out of his office to attend to Musby's affairs. I remember Lita, Zahra, Tawfiqah, Fola, Segun Dada and Ayo, Topysken, Maryam (Yellow popo), Yadomah, Obis, Zibr, Optimistic Muhammad, Carlos, Hikmah. I remember people gathering not for any purpose but for the highest call a human can ever receive, a call to save another. I remember how ordinary human beings did extraordinary things, almost supernatural. I can't mention all your names. God has the list of names, and he will call you all, one by one in a place far better than you will ever imagine.

I remember receiving a call from Mr Remi Adeseun

"Remi: Hello?
Me: Hello.
Remi: this is Remi Adeseun.
Me: Good morning sir
Remi: How much is remaining?
Me: 250K sir
Remi: Okay, I'll send someone to pay it when I get to the office."

The rest is just me grinning from ear to ear and jumping like I made it to Frank's hot seat.

A week before Musby travelled for his surgery, he was diagnosed of hernia. 3 other children died while he was in that ward, he lived. When he made it to India and the surgery was finally done, he was awake in less than 24 hours. Record time.

Right now, he jumps and plays so much, someone has to watch him everytime. He eats well, plays well, chops knuckle well, lives well. God used you to give him that. He will grow up to know about you. You are the real human beings.

As if that wasn't enough, Musby's parents insist that the money remaining after the surgery be spent on other charities. They insisted even after persuasion. Remember, they live in one room. Right now, they have given out 300K to in charities as regards health issues including Funke Badru #SaveFunkeBadru.

I have never been more hopeful for Nigeria, for humanity. Never.

I love 'Oliyu'!

We helped give Musbaudeen a chance, we can do it again with Funke Badru. Please click the link below for more details.


God bless you>>>>
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

For Funke

Peace be unto everybody reading this. I hope it meets you well.

Like always, your opening this link means you the light of the love of humanity is shining in your heart. Without wasting much of your precious time, let's meet Funke.

Funke Badru is a 21 year old ex student of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic. Sometime in july, 2011, she was diagnosed in the University College hospital of having a tumour disturbing the function of the eyes causing symptoms like double vision. She was placed on drugs for a few weeks and on september 3rd 2011, she was rushed to the hospital. On september 11, she was rolled in for surgery, her first surgery. That would have been the end of it, but one Doctor Akinbo made a wrong cut. Her consultant, Professor Malomo recommended another surgery, but for fear that it might not be a success, she declined. She remained in the hospital for about three months where her condition got worse and she was rolled in again on November 10. Because of the delay, infection had set in and a skull x-ray revealed that some bones in her head were now infected. At this stage, the wound had started to emit a discharge with pungent odour.

The doctors then detected that there was still a tumour close to the brain and for fear of risk, she was referred to Eko Hospital, Ikeja for radiotherapy (the equipment in UCH were faulty at the time). She spent another 3 months there. This whole process has gulped about 3.5 million naira raised mostly from family and friends.

Now, she requires TWO MILLION for final treatment which would include removal of the tumour and Cosmetic surgery to fix the bone problem.

She has dropped out of school due to this illness. She sought financial aid from the Ogun State government where she resides. No response. She also wrote to the Ogun state Ministry of Health, no response and no willingness to help.

Now, its up to us. Forget about the government, she needs your help. Before you pray that God provides for her, I have news for you. THE GOOD NEWS is that God has provided. THE BAD NEWS is that the money is still in your pockets. She has lost hope in the Government, but she hasn't lost hope in you.

The bible speaks to you,

"One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty. A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed."

Proverbs 14:21

The Qur'an is calling you to righteousness when it says,

"You cannot attain to righteousness unless you spend (in charity) out of what you love"- Imran: 92

This is the highest call a human can receive, a call to save another human. Please tell your friends, family to benefit from this opportunity to save a human being.

There is no loss in charity. DO something.



She also needs your spiritual and moral support. Call her on 08069388103

You can also read the interview she granted to Akolawole Shoremi (@Akol_Sho) of Ogun Voices here:

Please share to as many people as you can on BBM, Twitter, Facebook, etc.


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Friday, October 5, 2012

Best Friend

Bossy Father,
Busy Mother,
Lazy maid,
Yelling sister,
But why bother?
I have a friend I can call brother,
And Bless!
We live together,

With him globe trotting is a walk in the park,
Armed with a yummy snack.
From Kuvuki to Disneyland,
London chilling every other weekend.
He is one with whom I can always depend,
So what more could I ask for in a friend?

He teaches me things my dad didn't know,
Takes me places mama wouldn't let me go,
An hour with him,
Or a minute listening to my sister's lipstick-smeared mouth ranting?
Easy pick.

I don't hate them,
They are too busy when I need em,
Too quick to condemn,
Too "don't do this and that!",
But my friend,
He just tells me,
"F**k their rules,
F**k bed time,
F**K em".

Oh, and there's something you should know,
I'm the "stay-at-home" kid,
But I know how to break necks,
I know the theme sounds to good sex,
Who needs consonants?
I know the bliss in Puff, Puff and Pass.
There's no better way to kill the pain.

To think I'm only 12,
That's my name.
But who am I to thank but my friend?
Always there,

You can call him whatever,
A simple box,
I just call him T.V.
Cool right?
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012


Good day everyone.

Your seeing this means you are concerned about humanity and that's a good sign.

You might have seen or heard about the #SaveMusibaudeen fundraiser, but for the benefit of those who haven't, let me brief you.

Musibaudeen Shittu is a 2 year old boy who has a HOLE IN HIS HEART. He has to undergo a surgery to save his life which costs 3 million naira. Sadly, his parents do not have the financial capacity to fund it alone. Now this is where we come in.

Sincerely, these are very hard times for most of us. Very hard times. Truth is, most of us need saving. Our health, bank accounts, or even ourselves. But still, some people need saving more urgently than others. As at the time of writing this, I haven't met him, I don't even know what he sounds like. But one thing I know is that he's a little child, and he is human. I also believe that he has a chance to life. Even though God has the final decision on all matters, I think he has given us a little power over some things, like the power to love and support something.

Martin Luther spoke well when he said,

"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity."

Your little contribution will go a long way. Forget about what others are doing and ask yourself, "What am I doing?", "How would I feel if anything happens to this child and I didn't support?"

The bible speaks on charity,

"One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty. A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed."

Proverbs 14:21

The Qur'an also says,

"You cannot attain to righteousness unless you spend (in charity) out of what you love" Imran: 92

Now stop for a moment and think... Take your time..

What can you do to support this cause? Remember, its a matter of urgency.

These are his details:

Bank: UBA
Acct name: Shittu Musibaudeen
Acct no:2058239672
Branch: Ifako-Gbagada

We can make it happen. God is our strength.

Support #SaveMusibaudeen

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Monday, October 1, 2012

National Conscience

The Colours We Breath
I don't want you standing at attention when you read this. I just want your minds at attention. This is for our National Anthem Conscience.
These verses ooze desperation.
"Arise o Compatriots,
Nigeria's call obey.
I have a message to convey,
And I want to go deep like gamma rays,
But first, I'd like us to put our minds on replay,
Arise o Compatriots,
Nigeria's call obey.
How many of us even hear the call to obey,
When we are plugged in, bumping the beats of our lives away?
I mean,
Look around you today,
The decadence aches like a tooth decay on a national scale!
The wind of dis-obey has birth a gale,
And this gale has birth a bloody trail,
This gale has birth a bloody trail,
This gale has birth a bloody trail!
To serve our Father land,
With love and strength and faith.
How many of us even want to bear the burden of the weight?
How many of us even hope to tick the date our Father land becomes great?
All we care about is our pay's due date and bank rates.
We've joined the rat race to beat Gates,
Not caring what paths we take,
Zero concern for the voids it creates,
Like soaring crime rates,
I ask again, how can we become great?
The labour of our heroes past,
Shall never be in vain.
Sometimes, I feel like there is no labour to go in vain,
Cuz it feels like we never had heroes.
The zeroes so much they've diluted the heroes of the past and of now.
Our heroes of now are those with the most zeros.
We forget the ones in rags in whose hearts are the real heroes.
To serve with heart and might,
One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity.
Freedom? Peace? Unity?
This may be too deep,
But I've learned that freedom isn't free.
And being free isn't freedom.
How can we be free,
When our doors open and close only to the Capitalist's keys?
How would we say we are free,
When we don't know for sure what it really means to be free?
Our unity and peace?
I'll rather go take a piss than grease your minds with talks of unity and peace.
But in two words,
Its in bits and pieces!
But still,
I pray,
O God of creation,
Direct our noble cause.
Guide our leaders right.
But first, give us leaders that won't bite,
Leaders who understand our plight,
Leaders who don't fly the jets of capital flight.
Help our youth the truth to know
In love and honesty to grow
And living just and true
Great lofty height attain
To build a nation where peace
And justice reign.
And to us the youth,
Let's pick up our arms of truth.
Let's leave our guilt in the past.
Let's worry less about the future and focus on our now,
Cuz if we take care of now,
Now will take care of the future.
And for those whose hopes lie in graves,
Its time to exhume the corpses,
So our future's ways, we can pave."

Friday, September 21, 2012


I read about Greats like Alexander,
Who conquered but died with open. palms and nobility
Men like,
Jesus and Muhammad
Peace be upon them,
Who stood on truth and justice
Even when they were met with hostility,
Men, who stood for something.
The men I see,
Are just a bunch of,
Homo Sapiens bouncing around with testicles between their thighs,
Who only take pride in how many
Times they end up between thighs.

I've learned that history is written in two colours:
The ink of the scholars and the blood of martyrs
But the men I've seen,
Only one colour matters:
I mean, green as in beer bottles,
I mean, green as in trees and benjamins to squander,
As if Rockefeller can spend his Benjamins from 6ft under.
Sometimes I wonder,
If people ever stop to ponder,
That these things they cherish,
In a flash, Death is going to put asunder with that squeeze!
And You won't be able appease with all your benjis, trees, your "Fresh boy" tees.
And Snap! Your name reads, "deceased".

I look hard to find men with a cause like Malcolm's, Fela's,or Mandela's,
But the men I see,
Are first in line for talk,
And last in line for sacrifice!
Wimps outside,
Who be Muhammad Ali'ing their women inside,
Fresh and fly on the outside,
And wimps on the inside.

But still,
There are men,
Men who would live and die on nobility,
When who would stand on truth and justice even all they get is hostility,
Men, who would be first in line for talk and sacrifice,
Real men.

They say boys will be boys,
But I say boys better dump their toys and grow up.
Because boys stay dreaming,
While men stay awake, scheming.

I ask you,
What are you?
Man or male?
Do you even have a destination,
Or are you driving down the road called "Epic fail"?

So this, is my Public Service Announcement:
Men wanted, apply "up there".
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Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Tale Of a Mother And Her Son

This is a story most of you might have read, but I think I should share it.

"My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'

My mom did not respond… I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!' GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'

And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbours said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

'My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother."

Now think about this. Are you in anyway guilty? How much appreciation do you show? Is it enough? Ask yourself these questions. Most of us, guys especially, think its "not cool" to hug or even kiss our mums in public, or even at home! Well guess what? They love it!

Do it while you still have the chance. Some people would do anything to bring their mothers back for just a hug. Do it now. Don't procrastinate. If she's close, hug her and tell her you love her. If she isn't, grab your phone. Call her and tell her. She might think you just want to ask for money (most of us call only when we need money), but make her know you mean it. She will smile all day, trust me.

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