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Nigerian Independence Celebration

As October 1 approaches, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY……………………
I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.
So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.
I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.
I am 53, please celebrate me.
I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads,
so I crush my best brains in the caverns,
craters and crevasses they crash into daily.
I am in unending mourning, please celebrate me.
My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.
I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.
All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.
I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future, please celebrate me.
Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.
All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.
I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world;
and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless,
please celebrate me.
For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day.
But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.
When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.
My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.
I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.
I have no verve, no vote, no voice, please celebrate me.
My youth have no past, present nor future.
So my sons in the North have become street urchins;
and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.
My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.
My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt;
while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .
I am grief-stricken, please celebrate me.
Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.
They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes
They have looted the future of generations unborn;
and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes,
but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness, please celebrate me.
I can produce anything, but import everything.
So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa;
my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland;
my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;
my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia;
my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.
My taste is far-flung and foreign, please celebrate me.
My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;
flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged;
my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;
my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.
My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence, please celebrate me.
I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.
So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.
I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel,
so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country,
but send troops to keep peace in another man’s land.
I have hundreds of dams, but no water.
So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.
I need a vision, please celebrate me.
I have a million candidates craving to enter universities,
but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.
I have no power, but choose to flare gas,
so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of Unclad flares.
I am shrouded by darkness, please celebrate me.
For my golden jubilee,
I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.
So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance;
drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy’s empty cellars?
I am profligacy personified, please celebrate me.
Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?
Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?
Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?
Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul
Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?
And is failure worth celebrating?
I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013



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September To Remember

The month of perfection has come for the sons and daughters of zion to possess their possession,
with the understanding that September is a month like no other month to remember in the history of histories for those who believe in the word of the lord.
The month of fulfilment has come for the children and people of God to possess and inherit the land whereon their feet have trodden upon,
with the knowledge that September is a month like no other month to remember in the season of seasons for God's promises to be fulfilled in the lives of those that wait upon him.
The month of harvest has come for the righteous and faithful people of God to reap and enjoy the fruit of their labour,
with the awareness that September is a month like no other month to remember in the memory of memories for those who believe that the land is bountifully ripe for harvest and truely plentious for conquest.

The month of liberation has come for the captives in captivity to become captains of the captors in the land of captivity,
knowing that the Captain of captians have ascended on high and led captivity captive.
The month of visitation has come for the windows and doors of heaven to open unto them that are expectant of Divine favour, blessings and visitation,
knowing that the presence and power of God is presently present to present to those who are presently present, presents that are presents from above.
The month of dominion has come for the diligent and dedicated David's and Deborah's of this generation to dominate and have dominion over the nobles among the people and forces of the earth,
knowing that God have given us power and authority over the earth to dominate and have dominion over the high and the mighty.

The month of establishment has come for the prudent and pure ones in heart to see God undertaking and establishing his promises in their lives,
with the understanding that God is not unfaithful to forget all our labour and works of righteousness and service to his kingdom.
The month of manifestation has come for the sons and daughters of zion to be Divinely empowered for the manifestation of God's glory on earth,
with the knowledge that the earth and all that dwell in it is the lord's and the fullness thereof.
The month of rememberance has come for the book of rememberance to be opened for the obedient and commited ones to be celebrated by heaven,
with the awareness that God have separated the month of September to remember those that serve and call upon him with a pure heart.

This is September to Remember.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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Treasure of Love

Nothing is found, except 
it is hidden,
Nothing is hidden, except 
it is a secret;
Nothing is a secret except 
it is a treasure.
Beloved,
you are a secret treasure 
hidden to be found.
Indeed,
you are a goddess of 
beauty.
When l behold your eyes l 
see love,
l see us in you.
When l weighed your 
mind, l found courage,
when you smile my heart 
smiles.
When you speak the 
burdens of my heart are 
lifted up.
In my dreams is you that l 
see,
ln my nostrils is you that l 
breath,
ln my heart is you that 
braves me,
ln my visions is you that l 
picture,
ls you that l capture.
When l first saw you,
l met a stranger.
As l talked with you,
l discovered a divine 
embodiment with 
character and charisma.
As l thought of you,
l discovered my friend.
As l came closer,
l discovered my missing 
rib.
As l walked with you,
l found my wife.
When l gazed at your 
beauty,
a spell of love gripped me.
I felt a sigh of relief in my 
heart.
You have l loved and you 
will l love.
Loving you means so 
much to me,
beholding your 
immaculate beauty 
beautifies the glory of 
our future.
My tears and fears is to 
lose you.
I am perfected in your 
love,
you are the tender spirit 
of my heart,
the one that softens my 
heart;
your love have stolen my 
heart away.
I've never been so much 
in love,
not until l met you.
Losing you means loss of 
countless memories to 
me,
ln loving you have l 
understood the worth of 
true and genuine love.
My soul bleed for the 
moment of our union as 
one.
I long for the moment 
when we shall cleave 
together as birds in the 
sky,
singing the songs of love 
together as one,
shearing in an everlasting 
happiness.
Then shall l tell you how 
much you mean to me,
how effective your spell 
of love have gripped me.
We're not only humanly 
designed for each other,
we're divinely designed 
from each other.
My love for you is forever

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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A Mother's Bond

A Mother's Bond as precious as an emerald's best, 
Shines like a diamond pure and crystal fresh, 
Her bond shelters the fragility of her children's 
flesh.
Gracious is the pride of her motherhood blessed, 
As she feeds her children with the milk from her 
breast, 
Her love ensures the gentility of her children's rest.

Courageous her womb that carried her children's 
breath, 
Sagacious the time she spent to nurture them best, 
Her arms provides them the safest place in the 
world's length.
Brave the strength she had to put to birth, 
Relief the sigh she had as she brought forth, 
Her arms the joy of carrying them felt.

A Mother's Children are her hope, she protects 
them with great strength, 
They are her reason for living, she defends them 
with such might, 
Her bond prevents them  their chances of poor 
health.
Having them around, gives her reason to live, 
Seeing them strong, gives her a sigh of relief, 
Her love showered on them feels no grief.

Happiness, radiates her face with smile, 
Joy, motivates her to go extra-mile, 
Her bond immeasurable keeps them to her side.
A mother's love knows neither small nor great, 
From her children she derives her strength, 
Her arms lights their darkness at night.

To rest her head, she have no regrets, 
Having trained her children to her great taste, 
Gracious is the pride of her motherhood blessed.
She dies a fulfilled and a happy death, 
Having enjoyed the fruits of her labour at last, 
A Mother's Bond is as precious as an emerald's best.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2014

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Nigeria At 53

There came a time in the history of Nigeria when she dreamed for independence,
There came a moment in the history of Nigeria when she groaned to gain freedom from the British;
There came a season in the history of Nigeria when she desired to obtain independence from her rulers.

The moment when she groaned for independence,
The season when she was ready to groam freedom;
The moment when she desired to be independent as a country.

The moment when she seeked her elites to stand up and fight for independence,
The season when she awaited the voice and appearance of her freedom fighters;
The moment whe she believed that independence was ready to answer the call of nature in her country.

The moment when she believed to find freedom and independence which as that missing part of her that made her a complete country,
The season when she trusted and believed in the treasure called independence;
The moment when she hoped and desired to be called an independent and sovereign nation in the history of the world.

The moment when she was expectantant of the mother called independence,
The season when nothing meant anything to her except for the father called freedom;
The moment when she still believe to be an independent country despite foreign exploitations,
with the understanding that she could still stand up on her feet as an independent country.

She believed that someone who understands her tears and passion for freedom and independence,
will arise and fight for her freedom knowing that he will never bear to see her travail in birth for independence.
The elites she knew not but believed was out some where fortiing and preparing themselves for independence and fight for freedom.
Independence she waited for like an expectand mother of a child,
Each step she took was believed to bring her closer to freedom and independence.

She believed in freedom and independence for her country and it's occupants, and not
colonisation and exploitation from the British colony.
She believed in fighting for freedom and independence than dying a coward,
She believed in her elites efforts to obtain her independence and sovereignty.

She expected her elites to stand up and rage for independence to freedom and sovereignty,
which they did when the opportunity and strategy came for them to uphold.
She believed that destiny will bring her independence and freedom,
when the hour of liberation from exploitation comes.
She believed that her pains and heart beat was felt and understood by her elites.

The name independence she was passionate about and the fame freedom she was desperate about.
The memories of colonisation she groaned to erase and the histories of exploitation she desired to filtrate.
The name independence she struggled to uphold and the gain freedom she strived to unfold.

Before her moment of independence,
she strived to make full proof of her countrie's ambitions,
she sort self asset and not self liability.
She seeked and desired independence and freedom from exploitaion which she got.
Her dignity and hour as a country was restored on that fateful day of October 1, 1960 whe she gained and famed her independence and freedom.

She believed in independence and freedom which she got.
The death of her elites and freedom fighters was never in vain.

This is Nigeria At 53 and she is still a sovereign and independent country.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013



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Praise I Embrace

When the struggles and grudges of life weakens me down to my bones and marrows,
And l have none to strengthen me;
The grace of praise l embrace will quicken and be my strength.
When the devil fires an arrow of sorrow towards me,
ln order to narrow my passion for the vision of my mission in life;
The grace of praise l embrace will be my shield.

When the challenges and pains of life groomed in fears,
Strains my heart to rain down tears;
And l have none to comfort me;
The grace of praise l embrace will be my comfort.
When life seems so tough and my challenges becomes too hot to bear,
And l have none to bear my burdens with me;
The grace of praise l embrace will be my refuge.

When my enemies directs their weapons of destruction and distraction towards me,
ln order for me to leave my dreams, visions and life ambitions unpushed,
The grace of praise l embrace will shield me and inspire me never to retire until l am discovered.

When l am frustrated, distressed and stressed in the battles of life,
And l have none to console or encourage me to move ahead;
The grace of praise l embrace will be my fortress and my solace.
When my feet becomes feeble in the faculty of life,
And l have none to uphold me to be strong;
The grace of praise l embrace will be my strength and shelter.

When temptation, trials and tribulation engulfs me like a mother hen engulfs her chicks,
And l have none to unveil me;
The grace of praise l embrace will unveil me and announce me to my world.
When l am battered, shattered and scattered in the battles of life,
And l have none to come to my rescue;
The grace of praise l embrace will gather me up and put me together.

When l kneel before the creator and maker of heaven and earth in prayer,
And l know not how to present my matters before him;
The grace of praise l embrace will speak on my behalf.
When l am knocked down on my feet by the struggles and battles of this life,
And l have none to raise me up;
The grace of praise l embrace will raise me up.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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Pains of Love

It hurts to love and not 
be loved in return.
But,
lt hurts more to love and 
never find the courage to 
express your feelings.
Love hurts when you 
remove the feeling, 
passion and romance in a 
relationship,
yet discover you still care 
for that person.
It hurts more when 
someone loved is needed,
someone who means a 
lot;
someone who matters 
most.
Only to discover that you 
were never meant for 
each other;
and you've to let go.
At the closure of the door 
of happiness,
another opens.
Though often we tarry at 
the closed doors;
that we don't see the one 
opened for us.
The best love of friends is 
the one you'll be with,
never say a word;
then walk away feeling 
the best conversation 
ever.
We don't know what love 
we're missing until it 
arrives.
Giving someone all your 
love
is never an assurance of 
love in return,
let love grow in their 
heart;
though it doesn't.
Be content it grew in 
yours.
There abounds words 
you love to hear,
but
never would hear them 
from the person you 
expected.
Be not deaf never to hear 
those words,
from the one who says it 
from their heart.
Never say goodbye,
if you can still try.
Never give up,
if you can still go on.
Love comes to those who 
still hope,
though were 
disappointed.
To those who still believe,
though were betrayed.
To those who still need to 
love,
though were hurt before.
To those who have 
courage and faith to 
build trust and 
relationship again.
It takes a minute to get a 
crush on someone.
An hour to like someone.
A day to love someone,
but
it takes a lifetime to 
forget someone.
Don't go for looks,
they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth,
it fades away.
Don't go for fame,
it passes with time.
Go for character and 
charisma,
go for content not 
container,
go for love not lust.
Go for quality not 
quantity.
Go for someone who 
makes you smile,
because
it takes a smile to make a 
dark day seem bright.
Go for someone who 
values you,
who makes you feel 
secured.
Hope you find that 
someone that makes you 
smile.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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Waves of Love

When the wind 
blow,when the sun 
shines,when the rain 
falls,when the dark calls 
the day to slumber,when 
men have all gone to 
sleep,when no one thinks 
of thee,when no one 
cares,l will always be here 
for you! Thinking of 
you,yearning for you and 
when the morning retires 
the night to it's place and 
when all men awakens to 
behold the brighter new 
day of the month and 
week.l will always wish 
you a wounderful week 
and lots of love.l care for 
thee.l will always love 
you,in my heart have l 
created a space for you 
to occupy. Behold and 
see that we are not only 
meant for each other but 
that we are created for 
and from one another.l 
love you till the end of 
time and end of seasons. 
My love for you glitters 
more the the stars of 
heaven,my passion for 
you eludes the illusion of 
lust. I love you from the 
depth of my soul.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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Groan To Glory

ln a world where challenges and chaos  sweeps my day to night,
there will l groan to glory in grace and ache.

In a time where struggles and grudges of  life mourns my sorrow to death,
there will l groan to glory in shame and  suffering.

In a season where pains and strains of fears cause me to rain down tears,
there will l groan to glory in my tears of agony and shame.

In a period where loneliness and dilemma  expands my heart with sorrow,
there will l groan in glory to drink the wine  of suffering and eat the meal of shame.

In a moment where shame becomes my  meal and sufferings my meat,
there will l groan to glory in my tough  moments and hardship.

At the foot of sorrow, there will l groan to  glory in my shame and suffering.
At the root of shame, there will l groan to  glory in my pains and tears.
At the heel of tears, there will l groan to  glory in my loneliness and aloneness.
At the hill of pains, there will l groan to glory  in my struggles and grudges.

In the day when life becomes too hot to  face,
and my grief seems so tough to bear;
there will l groan to glory in pains and tears,
until my groans becomes my glory and l  groan to glory.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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Power of Love

I never taught true love really existed,
until the first day l set my eyes on you.
My heart stopped beating for a moment,
my attention suddenly turned towards your direction;
though l didn't speak to you but knew within me that,
that missing part of me that makes me complete has been found.

I tried to concentrate but failed to get my eyes off you,
then l was convinced that my missing rib has been found;
knowing fully well that we have a great destination together.
I walked away hoping that destiny will bring us together again,
though passionately admired your personality and beauty from afar;
believing that nature has it's own way of fulfilling destinies.

The moment you appeared before me again,
there arose a special feeling of love and happiness never experienced before.
When I followed the stars of heaven,
they brought me to you knowing we are created for each other to be together.
Then l knew we had a special bond, 
for my heart acknowledged you as the chosen one.

I was convinced to speak to you despite inner resistance.
You prompted a love word out of my mouth, 
even when l knew that l couldn't your smiles drew me closer and made me speak.
Your character and charisma drawned me into loving you,
then l knew the moment of love had finally come.

As l talked with you,
l discovered a divine personality with character and charisma.
As l thought of you,
l discovered my friend.
As l came closer,
l discovered my missing rib.
As l walked with you,
l discovered my wife.

Besides my weakness your smiles gave me strength,
knowing my heart was strong with you.
I knew my heart has found a place with you,
a place of solace and love unexplained;
l now give you my heart for my spirit agrees with you.

I was taken by your smiles which soon became my light in darkness.
You came into my life and quenched my fears with your character.
Your voice is all l hear when thinking about you.
I watch your memories like movies in my dream.
Your glorious face beaming with smiles runs through my mind all day.

The memories of your character and charisma gave me hope for our future.
The thought of your personality sealed my admiration for you from the moment we talked;
for my feelings of loneliness were erased by your smiles.

When you are close to me, 
my worries are forgotten for your voice provides me with scrumptious meal.
Your voice alone captivates the inner spirit of my heart,
transforming it into the realm of love.
Your voice is the highest form of magic,
it's spell captivates every attention.
You are a full moon shinning through the cloudy night sky,
which glitters like the stars of heaven.
You are a priceless treasure worth contesting for.

I have never experienced such intense feelings l have for you before.
I searched for love and discovered you as the best among the rest.
At the gaze of your beauty nations pause to behold your glory;
even the hands of time stop in honour of your beauty.

In the dark cloudy night,
your love brightens my day.
With you there is nothing to resist knowing your love drawns me to your heart.
My thoughts of you are like rain drops on flower,
which waters the roses and the flowers of heaven.
My thoughts of you are like a rainbow in a splashing waterfall,
which runs down the centre of the ocean.

Grant me the honour of being my wife,
so we can live together forever as lovers created for each other.

Copyright © Valentine Mbagu | Year Posted 2013

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