June 27, 2006

Mischievous Words Used Against Ndigbo, and the Igbo Question

by Ejiofor Alisigwe (London, England) ---

CLAMOUR
AGITATION
DIN
HYSTERIA
CRYING FOR
wARLORD

Firstly, NDIGBO are a highly suffiscated, very well educated,
groomed, highly cultured and the most enterprising people in this
fabrication called Nigeria, and I say that with unrivalled convinction. In
the acclaimed scientific world stage NDIGBO have produced multi-award
winning scientists and in all academical fields in the United States,
Europe, Nigeria and the world over and I stand to be proven wrong. Therefore
NDIGBO have nothing to prove to anybody in this babel and hallucination
called Nigeria.

You may succeed in denying NDIGBO access to power for now,
but what you cannot ever do however hard you tried is keep NDIGBO down, to
be fair, and that has been the core fear held against NDIGBO, the fear of
NDIGBO verve and competiveness, though NDIGBO have gone through hell and
high water since the partial end of the geneocidal war fought against them.

However NDIGBO have always survived all pesecutions and
brazen elimination in the core running of government to always bounce back
in every aspects of life for dear survival to excel in whatever field they
chose which as usual clearly generates fear among other jumbles of ethnic
nationalities. It is this fear of NDIGBO verve, enterprise and
competitiveness that is a millstone they have to bear like an albatros on
their endless journey to the promised Land.

NDIGBO have been patient and have continued to suffer in
silence. The problem now is that while NDIGBO suffer, mischievous ethnic
jingoists dreading NDIGBO competitiveness, parading as journalists,
half-baked columnists including a ragtag army of glorified illiterates
picked up the guantlet where they dropped it, apperently and went to town
with it, spreading carefully selected words to describe NDIGBO actions and
solicitations, words that portray NDIGBO as a pack of wld animals and
troublemakers.

For example, when NDIGBO ( a ) Ask for; inquire,
interrogate, query, question, apply, beg, beseech, claim, crave, deman,
entreat, imploy, petition, preach, pray, request, seek, solicit, sue,
supplicate, bid, invite, summon other ethnic Nigerians for a go at the
Presidency or quite boldly confederation.

The jingoistic ethnic press fearing the worst say they
CLAMOUR: agitate, babel, blaring, brouhaha, commotion, din, exclamation,
hubbub, hullabaloo, noise, outcry, racket, shout, uproar, vociferation.
Having esterblished then that NDIGBO clamour, NDIGBO then are CLAMOUROUS;
blaring, defening, insistent, lusty, noisy, riotious, strident, tumultous,
uproarious, vehement, vociferous. That surely settles it then and saves the
situation isn't it? You cannot trust a people of such character and doings
to handle a job as important as the Presidency of Nigeria, and by chosing to
do that you are not stoking any fire in the polity, no? Well, not in your
contended ethnic position and role in the running of affairs in the country
which as it is , is closer to the ground like it has ever been.
All problems solved and forced down NDIGBO throat and all is deemed
well - assurance multirisques habitation - as the French would say.
When Movement for Actualization of the Soveriegn State of
Biarfra ( MASSOB ) through frustration from indefinite exclution from
government in Nigeria, petition, request, solicit, bid, invite, summon,
apply, demand, for Biafra, Confederation or Soveriegn National Conference,
sect of ethnic columnists in their hounds all in their profound wisdom
branded them, Agitators; agent procatuers, inciters, demagues, firebrands,
instigators, rabble-rousers, revolutionary, stirrers, troublemakers.

And so you quite rightly as you do buy a copy of a weekly
magazine or daily newspaper hoping beyound normal expectations for a
miraculous read, what you get instead is one baised journalisit or ethnic
columnists down to the editorial harping loudly about how NDIGBO, OHANEZE
NDIGBO, MASSOB, SENATORS, GOVERNORS, REPSENTATIVES, all of IGBO extraction
"crying out recklessly" without course for such theatrics whatsoever,
"crying wolf" in thier incessant AGITATIONS; clamour, churnig,
convulsion, disturbance, rocking, shake, stir, stirring, tossing, turbulent,
upheaval, alarm, arousal, commotion, confusion, discomposure, disquiet,
distraction, excitement, ferment, flurry, fluster, incitement, lather,
outcry, stimulation, trouble, tumult, turmoil, upset, worry, arguementative,
controversial, disputation, disperte, ventilative.

Just as if NDIGBO are an irritating nuisance who have no
right whatsoever to open their mouth or to put pen to paper to ask for what
they rightly deserve. Instead NDIGBO are hounded like illigle immigrants who
do not have right of abode in their own Country.

Then to add excessive insult to injury they describe our
HERO, our Leader, our very own upperclass, highly suffisticated Oxford
educated retired Military General, AGUDIMKPA DIM CHUKWUEMEKA- LA-ANYI-
ODIMEGWU OJUKWU as nothing short of sacricrilege, a warlord!-aggressive,
bellicose, belligerent, combative, hawkish, hostile, inimical, jingoistic,
martial, militaristic, militant, purgnacious, sabre-rattling, unfriendly,
warmongering, etc.

When NDIGBO supplicates, the only thing they do nowawadays
in other to avoid name calling, they are rewarded with more talking down to
by incompetent ethnic cowards who dreads the IGBO competitive verve, goes
out en masse to accuse NDIGBO of raising such a mindless Din; babel,
clamour, commotion, clash, clangour, clather, crash, hubbub, hullabaloo,
noise, outcry, pandemonium, racket, row, shout, uproar, drum into, go on at,
hammer into, inculcate, instill.

They say NDIGBO are a pack of town cries becuase it's
always one cry after another all for the IGBO QUESTION. They are also
infected with HYSTERIA; agitation, delirium, frenzy, hysterics, madness,
panic, unreason - therefore NDIGBO are rather HYSTERICAL; berserk, beside
oneself, convulsive, crazed, distracted, distraught, frantic, frenzied, mad,
overwrought, raving, uncontrollable, comical, farcical, hilarious,
screaming, self-splitting, uproarous, wildly, funny.

When NDIGBO say they are marginalized, it means that
NDIGBO do not count. It means that NDIGBO are lost in translation. It means
that NDIGBO are to be seen not heared. It means that NDIGBO are a bother. It
means the fear, suspicions, distrust and dislike of THE IGBO SENCE and of
NDIGBO is ethnically inscripted into the minds of the rest of the
hallucination called Nigeria, which is their first commandement in this, for
now, North and South devide. It means NDIGBO are excluded from the schemes
of State and are only just hanging on for dear lives in the MARGIN; border,
bound, boundary, brim, brink, confine, edge, limit, perimeter, periphery,
rim, side, nerge, and just as ever MARGINAL; bordering, borderline, on the
edge, insignificant, low, minimal, minor, negligible, slight, small.

There, as you see, NDIGBO knows where - Onwu na egbu ha si abia - they
are at and how to get out of it which will happen one day, the day of
reckoning whether Nigeria likes it or not. Why is Nigeria so afraid to let
NDIGBO go their separate ways or to rule Nigeria? NDIGBO does not want to
trade places with any other contesting ethnic groups for what it's worth,
who feigning ignorant of the fact to THE IGBO QUESTION. All NDIGBO is asking
for is to be given the same chance accrued to them like other ethnic
nationalities to rule and transform Nigeria into an enviable country in
Africa and the world. It would be very instructive and eye opening.

Go on then, pretend like you don't know and ask yourself, WHAT IS
THE IGBO QUESTION? As you do that discover what is called a Dictionary to
guide you and hopefully cure you of irresponsible, institeful, paronising,
mischievous, perfidious use of blaring insults you throw at NDIGBO'S feet.
As you very well know, NDIGBO are not illiterates neither are NDIGBO a buch
of barbarians. NDIGBO day will come and must come,see.

Even riffraffs such as dupe adelaja who all by herself talking
through her dried arse called the whole of IGBO nation "traitors" thereby
betraying what such ethnic sects think of NDIGBO. Heaven did not fall.
Nobody said anything. Nobody thought it was out of order. They all rejoiced
in thier vaunted wisdom. And by so doing she has subcribed and contributed a
great deal to the national quota of the system as an employed civil servant
and has made a name for herself. A feather to her abatiaja! No din raised.
General Obasanjo who leads the road to hell quickly knelt down and thanked
profusely whichever gods he ascribes to for such good sence at last for a
body to finally comfirm what he has always thought were transparent enough
about NDIGBO.

By appionting professor Soludo ( who he probably mistook for an
Hausa becuase of "name" mispronounced ) to get him out of a rot as NDIGBO
are wont, then he went on and on about how "he does not care where the
person came from" and we all know that NDIGBO are all illigle aliens from
the planet Mars, so there. It could be worse, no? Because NDIGBO could well
be the other Nigerian, God forbid? Well such things should not be said or
written down as it could well become public knowledge and acceptable at long
run. It would stoke up the fear of competitiveness and verve associated with
NDIGBO in all maner of human eandevours and we surely don't want that. It
will not be safe as NDIGBO are noted for their belligerence and individual
verve and enterprise, their republicanism.

Still here NDIGBO are "crying wolf recklessly" as NDIGBO are
wont particularly about the one of being marginalized. Agitating for the
sake of it because NDIGBO have nothing better to do. Clamouring as usual for
no reason whatsoever and having warlords lead them on. Raising unnessary din
and chronic hysteria, having become to the extreme, NDIGBO gather.

Added to these conditions NDIGBO must scrape through their day
to day lives more than everyone else in the country to survive in this
geographical abracadabra named Nigeria. Once again here we are stationary
and nothing has changed. Once agian NDIGBO clarify.

NDIGBO DAY WILL COME.

Ejiofor Alisigwe - Imo State
London England

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June 23, 2006

Mother Africa

A Poem: by Ejiofor Alisigwe (London, England) ---

MOTHER AFRICA

Afu Ra Womb-man Mother and Son
Holy vessel to a son god the five pointed star
Lead to the railway crouching between burdens
Crisscross on your brow like bleached fish bones
And tribal marks, Zodiac to her spiders web of twelve sons

It is a centipede spread across your heart
And like the flying Scotsman a monstrous steel millipede
Burrowing through the valley of the Kings a mole to Osiris tomb
Deep into the piramids to dig up their bones
Defacing Negroid to Harmakhis nose
Stripping Nuwaupian's Nsibidi to the wisdom of the sphinx

And away and away to the praesepe north called West
Where I hear native people sit and rest
Food and shelter paid to a beggars smile
Narrow tracks hung two yokes on Issachar's spine
A straw for the Elephant broke the Camel's back
Couses to the mythic tongues and Tam'a-hus arrows
Shot into the womb of your pains to a child
By diviners of the tombs who stole your story
And blogueoned you with the new formulated doctrine
Plagiarized by Josephus Flavuis Ben Mathaias to pleasure
Luciferian conspirators to author fabricated history from real events
A prostrate to the Shephard Kings consented rules
The new age Heka-Khasut invaders consealing hyena sneer
With Hyksos bah of a lamb to you a gift of the trojan

From you Mother, I am, disarmed to destiny dead on Ankh wood
A kiss by Seth finished me then led by Akhaba to the underworld
Bound to revolve in Duat to ressurect Atum-Re
Your story retold with hypnotic Levitical tongues
A story for the horse's mouth hijacked by Arius Josephus Flavuis Calpurnius
Piso
With comical theathrics and hissing jeers to suit his tricks of words
To control, with a censured retelling of Old Nsibidi truth with altered
names
Branding psuedonyms to fool Nous with mythical tales bleached white
And codex inscripted to fabricate the Bible Code
To severe the tongue of truth and bury it in Amen
And left you forever lost to the tricks of the tomb raiders
From You Black Madonna Mother of God, I am Karast the Messeh
The Four Sevens of He who came from nothing
You are Menjet of the one houndred and forty-four gods
Crescent moon Mother and Son wife of Osiris
Mother to the Son-man head with the ring
Of Anshar's shen and a fitting fez

To go away now, I wiill take the M44 as were the craze
To the Manger north called West where they all base
Then back to earth I shall with a punjent buzz
To bring you honey swiped from their Beehive
Found in their house of dead bound of fuss
As they declare rite of passage to Aladdin's cave

Isis Mother Africa a holy vessel to man
Meditating on the message coded in the Osiris orbit
Saying yes to Amen for a ray of life on the drought
My heart is you Mother Africa wo-man bossom to my wean
A house you are so strong Aset of the corner stone
I am a son spoiled to a mother's sweet suckle
Reared to a man homage to a wife sweet bossom
Just like you mother a vessel to my seeds blossom
From Nuwaupian Igbo root spring my branches to your lineage tree
Isis mother of Horus wife of Osiris Adamma to Amen-Re

Africa Mother Africa womb to man
Here is to you Mother Civilizer your son back from sojourn

Ejiofor Alisigwe /Imo State
London England
23/05/1993 /29/05/2006

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A Man of the People

A Poem: by Ejiofor Alisigwe (London, England) ---

A MAN OF THE PEOPLE

Our Oga's smoking pipe is rigged to guzzle mmanu nkwu
A ripe nut for a squirrel emitting nkakwu
Oga is a fat cat claw on our sozzled land of pie
Oga also gutted the land Papa left us,clotted to die

Spouts of septicaemia blotted the doped riverines
And strangled the last breath of convulsive airings
From the indigenious fishes with emphysema to boot
While Oga stoke and belch with unquenchable enomity to hoot
The flaring of avoidable discontent

And as ever the open sores oozes stringent opulent cowries
Which lead flirtatiously prone to the rapacious seas

And after, do not dust your leperous feet with a complex loud tap
To cloud my weariest eyes too soon to your trap
I was blind not long after the experience
To want to read your sprinkled ash for clues
To see whether it was cast awide with golden cowries
And if need be for my tawdry emolument toot toot

Swiss Bank is a howling banshee of lore
Wishes to a Leprechaun's pot of gold to bore
Very nuetral and friendly to a faceless vault

The sun is out on your snowy mansions to bare
Secrets feted by your ingenious able host
And for the seal, Nobel gave you a knowing wink and a pat
And the right price for my share misappropriate

Will my value be a labled percentage of the Pie Chart?

Since you have gone and left me without land
There are rigorous piggybacks through the desert
Then like Jonah I walk the belly of the sea, I repeat
But Nwanna I believe I can fly the kit
You are my father, my uncle, my kinsman
If you should see me now Nna-anyi

I am in your Switzerland!
There is something here for everybody alright
The weather is very cold as if my heart is dead

Hey! but here is to you my Ruler
I am now a toilet cleaner
Exorcitio te! Ex crucien Domini!

Oh, your friend kept his word my friend
He's had your story cast with plated cowries
Then they all picked with light-fingers of gold
One finger soiling five of old
And the wreath of spikes held gingerly close
Ready to impale the honourable Head stone

Please do mind how apt you must leave
They are not blowing any hailing trumpet
They are not laying any red carpet
All your friends are locked in your room
Sweeping the spoils of your rites with sieveless broom
All done in muted cant with sleight of hand

I am standing outside your door Lost of Wand

Ejiofor Alisigwe/ Imo State

London England

02/05/2006

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May 09, 2006

Ogbanje in Sanskrit

A Poem: by Ejiofor Alisigwe (London, England) ---

OGBANJE IN SANSKRIT

I make my Las jouney Tibetan
As pendulumed Karma
Belligerent against the weeping womb
I am armed to the feet
To trampen upon samskara remedies
In flirtatious Nama Rupa

Each time I listened to her muffled wails
Escape through dried tongue and trailing lips
That lay flatulent belly stiff
Exposed from a recurrent yawn
Emitted through vacant mouth

Yet I stood in silent mutation
Embalmed with a mutilated shroud
Thier reccurent Vijna bid to incacerate
My undisputed sophistication of Samsara
Surrounding mine immutable mystery
That emanate from my wheeled Avidya

Now has the procession ceased
From the surging feet of the commiserated tongues
That trodged the dome of Ayatana
And to the robbed boulders
Left without a sacrificial Gull

And now too the dark silence elasped
Their tired faces trailed sparsa
Against the resurgent spirit
That recall a faded hope
I stood in arid fallow maddened
Contemptous to the panting withered earth
Lay agony from a forgotten fertility
Submissive to the nonchalant farmer
Labouring indifferent in a lost count to seed
Hoping under the long drifting gathered clouds
To climax the period of heath
Coupling to the thrust of the Vedana shaft
Recieptive to the missionary spread of Trsna
Yielding to bear a toppled weight thrust
Over an anachronic duty of ethical inflorescence

I stood in inquisitive curiousity
Laughing over their tiredness
To mould a known child
Trashing with pitiful undulated movement
To bid me constant a champion swimmer
To walk the plank and splash sliced
Through their unbilical helpless prone
To charge against all their feat for more
Sacrifices against my successful returns
Into the inflated belly of Jati aesthete

And at their age of bloom
Reflective rays like broom swept the doom
To pierce their sullen sky to date
And to defile all fears of danger of me
To parade their canines each time they spoke

Then I will leave in french style
To hide in deep fortification to reincanate
Salient earth bowels that forbid
All parental tresspass and hope

I will sprout from Jati to Jaramarana
My real humble domicile abound
Leaving the refugee on withered security
From avenge ridden mutilated child
Whose jangling feet to Iyi Uwa from memory
Formed around the crystal palm of mine infant child

A pick out of the mystic brook of choice
Because in od-cycle I spin my Wheel of Life
I am innocent. I am a professional Ogbanje

Ejiofor Alisigwe

London, England

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