Many thanks to all my well-wishers, who thought well of me enough to send me goodwill messages and prayers on the occasion of my birthday. May God richly bless you all and give you A DOUBLE HONOUR IMPACT IN LIFE. March 3, is my birthday on the premise of my parents information, but, March 4 is also my birthday as stated on my birth certificate. So I take both as my birthdays. I also express my profound gratitude to God Almighty, whose I am and in who I live. I pledge allegiance to Him and my unstaggaring loyalty to Him, Im His for both this life and eternity. For me, it was no day for merriment, but rather, a day for many years of my life which I dedicate unto the Lord in the affliction of my mortal body and in prayers for the land of my birth and nativity. 2Samuel 1:19-27 was the Scripture where The Spirit of the Lord sat upon me and threshed about the misery and misfortune of our great ORO nation. The infidelity of our fathers, the inconsistency and unseriousness of our youths which has also killed their futuristic sight and vission capacity, the vicious role played by some of our mothers who have become accompanist to this cruelty where our BIRTHRIGHT as the foremost nation, East of the Niger to see the light of development and rise to the lamplight of achievements, is being sold out for cheap appetite and temporary satisfaction, therefore blinding our eyes to the GLORY of the future and leaving us as rubbles of ruins and false and faulty representation. How are the mighty fallen in their high places. Why has the Oro nation suddenly become a shadow of its true self? We have no good schools from nursery to tertiary levels, no university(ies), not even polytechnic(s), no mega church(es), no good roads, no stable light, we enjoy on the crumbs of alsmost everything there is at the citizenry disposal. Nothing seems to move. We are under a spiritual covering that has and can only give room for average traceable to the cries of the blood of Missionaries., humiliated and executed here on this land, for justice. A former migrants delight, now a epitome of frustration. Tears streams down my chicks when I think of the only sea-port, out of about just three(3) in the world, closest to the atlantic, unprofitable and unproductive unlike the other two. How our crude has only successfully left the land at bizarre. How only few men sit somewhere to control such vast endowment of natural resources of countless, boundless opportunities. How our land is used for an airport and yet the gates of its entrance is the essence of architectural beauty and developmental opportunity of another land. How the Maritime Academy that is well situated with our beautiful landscape domain can only offer admission to only a few of that lands citizenry, even though they are deserving by merit. How that strangers and foreigners take the lead of succes in all endeavors within this metropolis. How that our teeming youths have become professional motorcyclist with over 3,000 motorcycles only in Oron, with others suffering in hopelessness, a disadvantage that has provoked animalistic tendencies in them to the beaen of their immediate environs. How that we lack a voice in the political terin at the state and national levels. How the only way top honor heroes is by handing over governmental power to the hands of infidels and confused, illused, misused, disgruntled nincompops, who only feed the people with dishes of pain and misappropriation of funds, incredibility and hopelessness. How that the citizenry cant enjoy even the amenities they are paying for. How that misrepresentation is the order of the day and visciousness to the extreme, the likes of which are scarely found. How that even ministers of the gospel struggle and seem to be groping within the realms of uncertainties. How that we are always know to attain but never sustain glory, in almost all walks of life. This, and the endless chronicles of our inepitude, misdemeanors, ill-fated rails of assumed existence, pushed me to stay within the confines of my room for this two days, seeking for a turn-around by way of Divine intervention in this pathetic situation of ours. I cry, not hopeless though, for I know Him, whom Ive believed and Im persuaded that He is able to keep that which Ive committed unto Him against that day. I see the entire ORO-NATION rising up again, back to the corridors of fame-for the glory of this latter house, shall be greater than the former. I, hitherto declare to cares to listen, that the angel of destruction shall soon visit the land of Oro with a mandate to devour, eliminate, destry and eradicate all pharaohis statutes and tendencies within our land. I know I stand not alone in this battle against retrogression, as has been the trail of our existence, undoubtedly. Help me tell perpetrators of this inhuman tendencies, that YHWH is out against them. The Lord told me that He will deliver this land by a strong hand and by terrible display of His power, He will eliminate evil and her perpetrators in this land cause this land is Gods. Leviathan, and all his cohorts will be totally striped and made a public show of. Hear me, all the people of this great land, GOD IS ALREADY ON THE MOVE!
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 08:28:45 +0000
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