The Reorientators

REPORIENTATION How long must we wait? How long are we going to wait till our clouds fully form and the rain of justice begins to fall? How long shall we endure the silence of barren soil while the seed of a new nation fights for breath beneath it? How long are we going to wait till our political prophets' perfect prophecies come into reality? My hands tremble. My soul tremors, not from hunger for food, but from the pressure of injustice piled over time. I feel like a disaster waiting to happen, not out of personal anguish, but out of a collective national ache, the accumulative seismic stress caused by men who sit on high, and whose devotion is to their bellies. Into damnation or paradise, how long shall I wait before I erupt! How long! Comrades, how long! Life flying away as little birds, each breath of the citizen has been a gamble, lives are being snuffed out of them by the same who sworn to be a shield, the people are being baptised in hot springs of their own blood to cleanse ...

                    REPORIENTATION                     Audacity of Truth In a country where there is no truth, the power of lies would submerge and plunge such country into the abyss of darkness and ruthlessness. For far too much we have borne untold hardships, excruciating pains, religious intolerance, insecurities, ethnic cleansing, perversions in diverse forms among other national woes that have crippled the national economy and dragged lives of several Nigerians into the ditch of hopelessness, begging, starvation, inability to rise to desired heights financially, maritally, economically, academically etc. However, in the midst of the aforementioned chaos, challenges and problems we still need to find comfort to soothe our aching hearts. We need to tell ourselves the truth about the current situations in the country.  Many citizens want to eat from the tables of the politicians an...

REPORIENTATION Elo Fokan Bale The best song to sing this season is Elo Fokan Bale. Even when prices of commodities are triple - Elo Fokan Bale. And when ritual killings have become the order of the day - Elo Fokan Bale.  The safety of both high and lowly is not guaranteed due to kidnapping- Elo Fokan Bale. The rate of suicide increases on a daily basis - Elo Fokan Bale. Children now become orphans because parents kill themselves over a pot of soup - Elo Fokan Bale. Promiscuity has become a means of escape from hunger - Elo Fokan Bale. We can go on and on to mention the ills this country is facing presently but in all we have to truly Fokan Bale with the hope that this too will pass. We need to be intentional about our lives so that this season won't turn us to monsters and make us do the regrettable like the ones whose hearts have been seared with hot iron.  ... and for a better Nigeria, I am intentional about my deeds THE REORIENTATORS ✓0301 Facebook: REPORIENTATION X:TEAM RE...

        MY AGRICULTURAL JOURNEY 1 My first agricultural journey was one I took as led( nooooo, don't ask me who led me). It was days away from my Passing out Parade from National Service when the battle started in me,  "what will you do, thence?"  I knew not what the next step should be, obviously. The NCCF Ekiti state conference brought me to the table with Pastor Adetunji Aribasoye a farming farmer, the great CEO of LAWRAC FARMS ADO-EKITI. Just as he was taking his part of the programme, my spirit was trumpeting, "the man is here and the  time is now." Though, I was behind the camera during the programme as one of the members of the media team, it didn't stop me from jumping out of the hall after his teaching to say, "God bless you, sir." Did I say that? I am sure I didn't, it was my prayer request I brought before him. The great man was excited to grant my prayer request of being an intern on his farm and gave me his contact address. I never...

REPORIENTATION ÒTÈ The humming of bees is all that creeps into the ears They erect their abode just behind the walls And great shall be the shape of the rubble on their scalps The fall of the skies won't be a danger to just one Shhhhhh, two will not just inherit the pains for all The soup is cooked with the mouth of two and the feast sponsored by three They said the eyes of "Lagbaja" was found in the mouth of "Tamedo" Boom! It becomes pandemic, peace thus become a topic for historians "Egbìnrìn òtè" The end of which is non-existent Family against family Wounds that never heal It becomes the games of generations Purposes and destinies receive torture And gbam!  Glories with fortunes are murdered A mouth that doesn't rest sets the world on fire And explanations without evidence can never be short No one hoes fault towards themselves They only plan and spread the shame like wildfire Boo! They dash him away unto solitude He enters reservation mode and ...

  REPORIENTATION TAP "It takes two eyes to reproduce but takes two hundred eyes to raise the child." That is the Yoruba saying that explains this theme clearly. The existence of the taps tagged public is becoming history in our society. Although, the recent generation may have no experience of such, the older generations will always smile at a flash of its memories.  The public taps are open classrooms in the communities in which they are errected. These classrooms are meant to raise loving and disciplined children. Children play and learn from one another and from the elders. They are trained up in the culture of the society which sticks with them eternally.Youths are taught the way up. The good are encouraged here while the bad and the ugly are corrected and remanded. Everyone get their character moulded in the presence of great role models. Battles and parties; wars and friendships are regular shows at the station. Trucks of information and invitations travel quickly witho...