Amir Ekeh

"So whatever happened to this... Ganja 3X" the teenager asked the old man.
"Oh him... well he just sort of... you know faded into the background. Became
old and noble. Gave advice to nations, that sort of thing."
"Fancy that" the teenager said. "Well, that was an interesting story. Maybe
I won't kill myself."
"Try not to."
The kid laughed. The sun slid from behind a cloud. He had not laughed in years.
He had no reason to.
"I don't know why I did that" the teenager said, embarrased. The old man
said nothing. A Limousine pulled up and a young lady disembarked.
"Your Eminence..." she said. The old man got up. "Now remember laddie...
Even though life has no meaning... there's always great music in New Orleans.."
The young kid laughed again. The old man stirred. "Do you... need any money?"
"No sir," the teenager said, exhaling finally. "I think I can make it. I think
I'm going to make it."
The old man got into the Limousine... and it glided into history.

The Prophets

"...for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets..."


The man smiled quietly, then disappeared into the darkness. John, detained first
by fear, then the logic of having dialoged with one so wise watched in awe. These
were the Essenes? But he wanted to know more. And yet, the wise one, he said
that in due course would the Lord return. What in the world was going on?

"How do you read it, Sergeant?"
"Oh... hi sir. Well... you say these are the authentic scriptures"
"Word for word from the Vatican, son..."
"Well, it's interesting. So all it is is this ... bunch of monks?"
"No ordinary... monks... our brethren, the prophets. You see, a long time ago..."
The director set his glasses to the side and began to initiate state policy.

Level-33: What the General Public heard

In time, the story told is of Earth High Command, a conglomeration of minds resolved
to directing the affairs of the planet. Perhaps it is that they took their symbols
seriously, for no one ever saw or heard from Solon St. John again. Could it be that
their intelligence so surprassed ours that they evolved, formed a new... civilization?
Away from the banality of Macy's parades and... Seinfeld? Or... did they just melt
back into civilization, awaiting the day when civilization, again, will have need
for such mastery? My last memory of the Angel is of him boarding the tube in London.
Under his left arm was the newspaper. It read, "Angel of Doom seen in Scottish Lake."
What was it about Scotland? "It is where men were made," the Angel said, taking
me aback. He smiled, then gently nudged Queen Abimisade into the vehicle. "It is
where men were made."

The Jerusalem Miracle

Functionally, then, Sheikh Ibrahim was the highest ranking Muslim history ever saw.
"Mr. St. John," he bowed, "your wisdom is a blessing."
The peace deal was signed within hours.
"Now to the east," the Angel said with a wry smile. Who knew understood. For she
lived in East London. And was the daughter of the true and living God.

"Solon St. John, Army of God."

"Solon St. John, Army of God."
"St. John, a pleasure to meet you. This is General Philon Lee."
"General Lee."
"Admiral David Quest."
"Admiral..."
"And our President and Commander in Chief, President Lincoln..."
"Your Excellency. Well, permit me to say that this is an honor."
"St. John, if you will, how long will you be visiting?"
"Judgment shouldn't last very long. I have heard of some beautiful gardens
in the East. I hope to vacation there a day or two. I believe things should
go routinely."
"Er... St. John, sir... I'm not sure what your briefings have told you, but...
we... we are having certain difficulties at this time..."
"I am briefed that earth is in a state of irretractible conflict based on
norms and the intelligence of lower life forms. As I said, I expect judgment
to be quick."

Constitutional Lore

If an individual does not consent to government, that individual may file as a Sovereign. However, this implies a reasonable measure of surveillance as an act of state to continually determine thall all acts, thereafter sovereign, do in no way infringe upon the rights of a consented citizen. There is no tension between sovereignty and government, since sovereignty must imply that government is unable to demonstrate the value of its jurisprudence in light of the Declaration of Independence, seen herewith as the foundation of De Jeurre Law. How dat sound to yew?

We Hold These Truths to be Self-Evident

i. That all men are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights.
ii. That among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
iii. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving
their Just Powers from the consent of the governed.

Do we or do we not agree to this?

Please let me know once you have decided... then interrupt my freedom with
more of it...

Does Truth Matter?

I can't say that it does. Not in this current civilization. It is evident to
me that as blinding the light of truth there is, the ghost of history and the fear
of repercusion may never lead us to clarity in this place. But we will persevere.
Slavery. It is where I must begin. I cannot understand it, I say, but remember
a woman who performed it admirably in Ibadan. And now, an adult, I cannot now
appreciate the sort of society where such a thing is common place and no man of
honor does not feel humble enough to decry its absolute inability to exist if any
thing else is relevant. Let me tell you like dis... don't ask anyone to solve your
problems if you haven't tried hard enough yerself. And with shallow excursions into
the context of your identity, you haven't even begun trying. Give me a holler when
you get it... I'm out... 4 reayl...
fa...roh.

I have found Satan

She is, on the one hand, without intelligence and lacking in grace and courage. On
the other hand, there is a strand of pity somewhere. For she was merely taken advantage of by men less noble but more endowed with the temperament required to adjudicate affairs within the Kingdom of Earth. And she is everywhere, a gradient.
I am afflicted, in subtle instances, with the milder version--an acceptance of
mediocrity now and again on account of nepotism. What is it worth, after all,
if we can not teach God's Daughter, Satan, the language of her Father?

The Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria

(In reality)
Fetid proto-ideologies and rabid assessments retard the ability of clarity to define
the role of Africans in its properly situated historical context. Nothing is a mystery to the honest. African men do not measure up. If they did, the Federal Republic of Nigeria would not boast the manner of men who, in the interest of candid discussion, are irrelevant in the book of Life. Fear of hell fire is no match for irrelevance. And yet Babangida, because he does not know me, does not fear me. Yet.

I apologize

...but I can no longer in good conscience not make fun of most of humanity, despite the suffering and pain. The suffering and pain are a consequence of idiocy, and it is this idiocy that I shall make my life's work in creatively describing. A planet of people who cannot change in the light of truth because... well... inertia trumps truth on this planet. I will not change. I will not compromise. I will not come back into the human fold and wish for christmas and the feelings of joy. I get it perfectly. If you need a moral code to be moral, then you're a moron. I'm sorry. And we who lord over the psyche will lord over you because you are stupid in the eyes of our God.

The glorification of Mann.

What I've never quite gotten is the human propensity to glorify man. If you watch
Yaweh Bin Yaweh's show you get it. It's a simple matter of hierarchy. A top man
is really his underlings. They don't believe he's as great as they claim. But it
affords them perks in the organization so they propagate the myth. But what is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo funny is not that any of these messiah's can play a lovely melody or know a harmonic note from a stick breaking or know any sort of poetry that gives the soul good vibration. All we have are images of oilly men in eastern garb, quite undelightful at that. And they have thousands of followers. Get it, this is Pre-K civilization. I am either here on punishment, or on vacation. Because it's becoming ridiculous, and to think that our illustrious director and/or his aides find this matter whimisical, funny, but not serious enough to pause. After all, what
would they do in that pause but acknowledge a wrong investment in the realm of
thought. So the conspiracy is set, I assure you. Knowing that I will not continue this rant forever, the status quo is going to go on... with subtle acknowledgements here and again of "perhaps a more precise reality." Then, I shall be a millionaire upon this earth, selling books to describe this humor. This world is ruled by the darkest humors I have ever witnessed. I just am in awe. People go into a temple, eat a wafer that is supposed to be the body of an old friend, then drink his blood. Just what kind of fucking vampire shit is this! Don't contextualize nothing, sir, this is sick!!!!!

Who doesn't get it?

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The Presiding Mortal Force Commands

It was now clear that he had, through the maximal exercise of his authority, full
view of two "ghost commanders" who controlled all communications and functionality
of the thirty-two stragglers. The first was called "Jedi" and he controlled all
the planes in the North-East, twelve of them. The second was called "Scorpio"
and he controlled the twenty that made the Seattle Space Needle Mecca. They
made elaborate patterns, and did vain things, these ones. He wanted to be sure
he knew exactly what he was saying before he took the next step. The next step,
however, came a moment more swiftly than he imagined, for he did not imagine
that who Jedi and Scorpio reported to was at least one degree more intelligent
than he.
The phone rang.
"This is General Philon Lee, U.S. Army Command."
"General Lee... why this is a surprise."
General Lee, you see, was a man of his word.
"Earth High Command?"
"Yes sir. There are thirty two planes I know of, authorized by the President."
"We must keep this between us for now. Say no word of this to anyone else till
you hear from me again."
Of course, as you know, it was not until after the phone call that he had the
authority to wonder... just why did the General call HIM in the first place.
And so the game began. There was a decision to be made. Do as the General
said and not tell anyone till he spoke with him again, sensing by then that
the General was in on this? Or tell someone else... then what? What should
he do?

How it all began

How it All Began: The Summer of ‘99

I had become disenchanted with the Politician’s inability to make progress in the talks. Already two cliques had begun threatening to boycott the rest of the talks and Big D was uneasy.
“Sir,” I said to him with urgency, “this is no longer a Black thing. These young men have become entrepreneurs. It’s about class.”
“I see what you’re saying, Ganja…” the Politician said. He hesitated. He mumbled something about allegiance to his forefathers. About slavery. About deeds and titles. Finally he shook his head and gave in. “Big D shall have what he wants.”
“Thank you very, very much sir.” I stood up to leave.

***

It was several weeks later. The news had filtered through the community. The first priority, for this new… Black Nation, is what it amounted to, was security. Black Intel was formed. But even I did not know that it meant that the Black Generals would have any obligation to openly demonstrate allegiance to this new cause, founded upon the very principles of freedom that formed the United States in the first instance. And yet, this one had to do with the evidence that the Bell Curve itself demonstrated, that however it came to be a particular neighborhood in Atlanta, Georgia, in the summer of ’99, witnessed a government cover-up so startling the ramifications would not become known until after the last pundits were done criticizing the 9-11 report.

***

“Sergeant, there’s a couple of strollers near the index. Please do a routine inspection. There’s no alarm, they couldn’t be anywhere near here if they weren’t authorized.”

“Straggler one, this is Base 9-8-2-niner, do you copy over?”
“9-8-2-ninerI am the Straggler, over…”
“Straggler one, this is a routine check, please state your mission and station….”
“9-8-2-niner I am traveling under Executive Partition 1-2-4, in the interests of consent manufactured or otherwise, without prejudice to the convolution of all powers privileged to the Earth High Command.”

***

“Sir… in the last half-hour we’ve received twelve different reports of dialog with one “Jedi” who seems to be piloting all twelve planes, authorized by the president, on behalf of the .. Earth High Command…”
“Is this is a joke, Major?”
“No sir.”
…

It was no joke. It, after all, is what happened next, what happened after the Black Man in America was granted corporate sovereignty.

The Contest is Announced

Redesign Jerusalem and wage peace. I wonder where that idea came from first...

The Breakthrough...

...came about 10pm last night. I had faith in this path, and I put almost all
my energies in it, leaving just enough energies to redirect if I had to. I had
not to. Again, as with all asp.net that I've come across, it was a simple matter
of conflation that NO BODY seems to know how to explain. Text->Binary request/
Binary->Text response. I can point you to two articles concerning what took me
seventy two hours to search for. At the point of explanation both men were
terribly inadequate, and I've met one if not both of them at .net users group.
It shakes me to know that such highranking programmers are, as I intuited, bereft
of the skills of clarity required to emphasize what is important about a process.
In any case, asp.net is broken. I'm now in... (*feel so good*)

The Women in my Life

As it so turns out, the last three women in my life in any meaningful way have
been Nigerians. All Bush girls. The first, she contacted me by email about my
writing. Soon we were dialoging... but she kept pushing... for me to call. So
I called. She was rather... Nigerian. If you don't understand, then you just don't get it. She complained about people and things and glorified her meager beauty... as you'd expect a bush Naija chick. Eventually I got tired of her pettiness and did the "flip." What happens is that I don't speak to the negative, so when anyone makes it into my camp, even if I let them in, I can flip. Like Mr. Official whose close friends were chastising him for stealing a book from Barnes and Nobles. I let him into the camp just to test him. Merely two days before he was to cash his gold--my talent--I performed the flip on him. He is today a scared man. The second girl
was a family friend. Even busher. Kept pushing me to come visit her... to come with her here... to come with her there... selfish, never listening to what I'm saying... then it came to light that she might also be minions of our dear friend swinket... so I performed the flip... don't really give a shit about what she thinks... she is bush. The third gurl... well she just lacked depth. Couldn't sustain a dialog, as could neither any of these others, for any meaningful amount of time... because she ... and they have spent little time thinking about these things.
But let it not seem as though all women in my life are retards. The women whom
I dare not speak to on such matters as romonse, they are PhDs and wonderful afrocentric sisters in "the movement." These are the ones who will hook me up with a friend in the movement when I'm ready. Till then I wonder why I continue to taste of the bitter syrup of mediocrity that Nigeria parades as its glorious women.

On Earth's Wars

On one hand, you have 2 billion folks, on behalf of a man who claims to have
gotten instructions from an "angel" called Jibril. On the other hand are those
who claim such nonsense will not stand up against their own belief that, all 2 billion of them, a man named Jesus incipiently turned water into wine, then
went on to perform a string of "miracles" that secured his position as the Messiah
who was coming to free Jewish people from oppression and, more importantly, restore
Israel to its glory days. Then there are people like me who say, "let them both
fight and kill each other". In this way, the ones left, who have common sense,
who are not psychotic, who are not morons, idiots and fools, will have enough
space to enjoy the beauty that is this wondrous planet of Nature. "They hate
our freedoms."

the War Against Terrorists, aka Armageddon

I'm cynical about American Democracy. Even more so am I about Jewish Democracy.
But not as cynical as those who predict the fall of white civlization. Such a
thing is not according to my plans. I've already enshrined this in my tradition,
that so long as white folks go into that dark water in Aghalope and the Delta,
and build bridges across villages, they can continue to rule civilization. There
is nothing for a man inside that dark water. It is why we built canoes. But since
they have the incentive, profit, hey... build the damn bridges. But many are
predicting the fall of European civilization. It already fell, in intelligence,
in November. It currently lacks the credibility of its forebearers. Very few
European men or women are of such quality. With America it's worse. Even the
memory in imagination of these vast men who changed history is being lost.
So long as Ahmedinijad has made his intentions known to war against Israel, in my
lore his land is fit to be colonized. I'm working on a plan... so that when
history is written, they can blame certain psychotics for all the aggressions
of America carried out during a certain era. Get it...

American Proverbs: "...won't be nothing"

"Sir, since the F.O.T. Fleet stood down, the Russian Fleet has taken advantage of
the space twice. I thought of taking it to the Major-General... but... but I knew
I had to pass it through you first."
"I still feel like I'm on Vacation, Captain."
"I know the feeling sir..."
"Nevertheless, well done. You've handled these situations excellently since
they began."
"Thank you sir..."
"Alright, I want the following transmission to be intercepted by the Russian Eastern Command."
"Yes sir..."
"Begin. Don't start nothing. Comma. Won't be nothing. Stop."
"...won't be nothing...."
"Indeed, Captain. Won't be nothing..."

The "Real" Son of God

"And who the fuck do you suppose YOU are?" the drunk soldier said, waving his
pistol menacingly.
"I'm the Son of God," Prince Oramiyan said, matter of factly, then continued his
stride. Before the soldier could think to respond to such audacity, Oramiyan
turned to him, "the Bayview Lab," he said with some urgency, "which direction?"
"Huh?" the soldier was struck even more with the ability to not move. Who the
fuck was this... African... dressed in African... robes... who... Without
warning President Lincoln appeared turning the corner.
"Your excellency!" the soldier gasped breathlessly, disbelief.
"The Bayview lab," the president said with some urgency, "this direction, yes?"
The soldier managed to nod. It must have been three hours later when President
Lincoln strode by on his way back. He didn't even acknowledge, didn't even
remember the soldier. Then the African... he glided quietly, beneath his
robe, mumbling absentmindedly, his hands behind his back. For whatever reason
he looked up just at the moment the soldier was giving up the ghost. Then continued
walking back.

Gaga's View

Sixteen years. I remember the morning I was departing, just like it was
last week. Not yesterday, for there's a haze. It's distance, not precision.
Brascoe was there. He was the last one of the boyz to see me begin the process
of maturation. He saw me with a woman, not a girl, but one of those women
recruited by powerful men to bring talented resources into their army. She
and I were slated to go watch a Magician at Arts Theater. His name was Matthew.
I have since hailed him and thanked him for being a sponsor of democracy. But
on that night the lady felt it was not right. "Do you really want to see this
magician?" she asked. I really wanted to. "No," I said, "not really." She
was pleased. "Ehn, let's just stroll to buy some drinks now and then..." and
then and then and then... We strolled and Brascoe saw me... us... and began to
wonder how it was that I was becoming so senior, who never hung out with them
who wanted to be so senior. I had started tucking my shirt in then. With guidance
from this particular lady, I am certain my life at U.I. would've trended positively.
She lived in Idia hall and was a woman. Not a gurl. A woman.
Buffalo State College and there is pandemonium around me. Everyone is searching
for the friends they have. I'm searching for the one I don't. He walks up and
asks me the time. We chat for a while. I see him again, moons later. "The
brother from Africa" he mumbles. He's very shy, quiet, this one. "How did you
grow your dreadlocks?" I ask him. History unfolds.
Reston Virginia. The doctor is looking into my eyes. In my mind I am
saying something almost exactly similar to: "Now, you know I'm not crazy, and
all these medical men and women walking around this... contraption and doing strange
things and making those markings on the board based upon my acknowledgment of
their sensory output are the ones who are crazy..." He knew I was not crazy.
But he protested. "These medics are not crazy," he said, shyly. "They're astronauts."
Today. I am in the heart of asp.net. My options are boundless and whereas
just one year ago the future was as bleak as bleak gets, today here is what
persistence and honesty have blessed me with.
i. VLE Project, Langston Hughes Institute
ii. Credit Card Transaction Telecom. Project, Unnamed Corporation
iii. Wireless content transmission, Nigeria
iv. Online Artificial Intelligent Agent for .com
v. African Econometric Model, Nation of Islam
vi. (Longterm) The Arubala of Persia lives--AI based Media Corporation.

A year ago I was too intelligent for the market. Went to SetFocus and after
a string of hundreds became intelligent enough for the workforce. I had no
clue what to expect after SetFocus, so all that came immediately after was
bonus. This... what I am here doing, is the true "next step."

Azania Media Incorporated

Azania Media Inc. (Artifical Intelligence-Based Media Transmission Station)
Format: Web, wireless, radio.

Channel 1:
Scheduling is done “intelligently” based upon the Gregorian Calendar. Makes for very interesting program choices during Kwaanza. Time slots are chosen in the same manner. Content is fully transformable, completely drawn from own intellectual property.

Channel 2:
User-scheduled. The user is allowed to pick from a variety of choices and schedule transmission for specific times. The option of allowing agent-picked content in “off schedule” moments will also exist.

Channel 3:
Web Parser. Standard crawler, parses content into fun widgets for those still interested in the way of the unwise during this “war on terror” or Armagedon.

Channel 4: Armagedon
Full psychosis in bloom. Front row view to the predicted fight between good intelligence and evil intelligence. Led by a Parrot who speaks a few words plainly. The source of this channel is Hume’s statement. Whilst my peers frothed and called it “racist” I did no such thing. I saw that he was doing the obvious, challenging the black man to be as great as everyone intuits his ancestors must have been. It brought me to this place. I am ever grateful.

Channel 5: Solon… Listen to live rehearsals of new material by the most exclusive talent in the universe that refuses to compromise anything.

Channel 6: Good Black Music all day. No commercials.

Channel 7: What news may come.

So far I have about three thousand pages of raw material to be developed and packaged, so I have my work cut out for me. It should take me another seven years… I suspect, but then it’ll take off smoothly I predict… There is no business model. I’m using this side project to sharpen the skills with which I make a living so that I’m always ahead of the tech curve. It’s based on AI and my content so, like CSPAN, I’m not going to have to give in to foolish choices and blind my own children from the truth. It’s the best I can do… for the next generation and me…

The Modern View of America

Caught in a time-warp. Can't let go of the Clinton era... Can't embrace
new responsibilities, like marriage and home ownership... fuck that shit...
I concur... I'm still partying... for at least seven more years... so there's
hope...

The Modern View of Nigeria

A country where a man cannot shit in peace without shelling out a hundred bucks.

American Synopsis

March 16th, 2006 marks 16 years since I departed the shores of Nigeria. On that
day, three contestants on jeopardy won a three way tie with $16,000 prize money.
It was a befitting summary of my stay in America. A legitimate renaissance man,
with nothing to show for it but renaissance... and its implications in a world
of those only enlightened by the light-bulb. It is a new age...

They had a code for it...

"We have a Code four, General, over..."
"Please repeat, over..."
"We have a Code four..."
"..."

"Mr. President, please step this way."
"Where is the President?"
"He's been dead three weeks now. I've been on call since."
"What happened?"
"We don't know. Dr. Waziri was visiting when it happened."
"Is he here?"
"He's waiting for you."
"..."

"Dr. Waziri."
"President Lincoln... the second..."
"You're looking well."
"I see too many things... how is democracy?"
"It is threatened by your grandson..."
"Can I be of service?"
"If you are not busy..."
"Hold on..."
"..."

"Prince Abayomi..."
"Whodis?"
"The King of Justice..."
"Hey man... a wah gwan..."
"Nothing... just sitting here with President Lincoln..."
"..."

"Whatever it is you do, you do well..."
"It is the grace of God, your Excellency..."
"You are visiting your kinfolk?"
"Their Chief met an accident at the hands of fate..."
"Alas, a touching story but I must leave to secure my own destiny..."
"I'll be in Arkansas on Thursday..."
"What's afoot?"
"Clinton Reunion..."
"Ah..."
"Yes.. the eternal indivisible capital of liberalism..."

The Nigerian Protocol

Major General Adisa was watching CNN absentmindedly. Now, he did not believe
himself to be absentminded at the time. It is just what happened to him for
several seconds after the anchor continued speaking about the American President's
"impending visit to Nigeria." It was almost a minute before he came to his senses.
"Abuja, come in. This is Grandfather. Abuja, please come in now."
"Yes, hode on. This is Abuja, please state your purpose."
"The... America... the Nigerian Protocol has been optioned..."
"One minute sir..."
Pause...
"This is Adekunle, please repeat for the record..."
"The Nigerian Protocol has been optioned."
"Thank you."

The Colonel turned and looked at himself in the mirror. The American
President was his guest, by international law, for the next twenty
four hours. History began to unfold...

Sexy Joe and the "F.O.T." Fleet

"I am feeling sexy, commander..."
"What was that number one?"
"There is a breach."
"Roger that."
Pause.
"Black Eagle come in."
"Do we have sanction."
"In the name of the Holy Ghost."
"I thus blaspheme..."

"..."

"Airliner one, please identify yourself, over..."
"This is Sexy Joe, Freedom of Thought Fleet, we now make a legal bequest and
pronouncement upon the democracy of free citizens of the United States..."
"Sir..."
"Airliner one, this is Major Vitto Gianni, do you copy?"
"...and the future of mankind... furthermore..."
"Futhermore?"
"I think it's a nice touch..."
"The Supreme Court will have a fit..."
"It is expedient..."
"I hope so... can't stand that old witch's ranting..."
"Did you send her a birthday gift..."
"I sent a coffin..."
"Did you really?"
"Yes..."
"You're a strange man..."
"..."

The Buffalo Bisons

It was minor league. But these were pros. Professional athletes, a cut below
the super stars. They were gladiators whose profession depended on the difference
between two inches five inches apart. It was no fun sport, no ammended cricket,
no... no... no simile of a European counterpart. It was what man likes to do made
difficult, swing a bat and hit a thing that makes him grunt primordially. Yeah...
the way a man 'pose to be able to do. For, if your wife is beautiful, then
she can be raped by the evil. So you must be strong and manly and be ready to
defend your dignity... then hers. The Bisons...

The Beautiful Jihad

It was on this day, in the year 2006, in the era of Solon who was also called St.
John the Incarnate, that the New World Order was recognized as a corporate entity
beholden to adjudication by arbitration and the necessity for war. The Planet Earth
was now a Colony.
"Jenn..."
"Hon, my show is about to come on. If we get into a deep discussion I'll miss the
opening."
"This won't take long, I promise..."
"How long?"
"A few seconds..."
"Alright, what is it?"
"Remember how I told you that it is the second wisest man who rules in a Middle
Dynasty?"
"Yes, former President of Nigeria."
"How old are you now, my ex-wife."
"We remain two years older than you, in the race to our eighties."
"I shall live to be a hundred and twenty six years old thanks to the government and
its diet."
"To think that there is actually a conspiracy."
"I'm bored."
...
"Let's order pizza..."
"Or see a baseball game..."
"I hate baseball with a passion..."
"Me too..."
"You have tickets?"
"Bleachers..."
"This is so exciting..."
"I'll roll one up for the drive there..."
"I love America..."
"..."

The 3rd War

"...and then rewards him by sending him to the Vatican?" the echo continued. "Have
ye no men in your country?" There was a pause.
"I am a man," a Marine stepped forward.
"Gentlemen we have a rebellion," Commander George radioed to Washington.
"A wise man amongst fools is a Prince, farer," the voice echoed.
"Then call me Prince Callaghan, sworn to uphold the grail of democracy."
"The Powers move."

C#

Just to remind us that I was an elite programmer in 2006 according to certain
.NET measuring organizations... This is just the necesseary re-learning of asp.net
after taking it for cert purposes and that sort of technical know how.. now i've
dug into the bowels so it's a given... I'm a master of the web... again...

What Control Is

Asp.net is now history. From the details of the htt protocol to the http pipeline
to Ajax to intelligent text processors dominating very spere of our imagination in the future to a Masters in CL being gold. PLUS...
I have access to the GDI+ and the web page is
my canvas. As a master of controls, I must say this is a very lovely state
of affairs. Tonight I have detailed my first webcontrol. I'll wire up the
events tomorrow. It's a transliteration of the syntactic grid to asp.net... so
it's not as sexy... but for a webcontrol it's pretty sexy...

Freedom of Thought

Based in a country where such freedoms exist, a young psychic set out to find out
now why so many people believed an historical illusion, but if such things could
have happened non-illusionally. Why would a psychic even go that route if not
for historical pressures? "Surely," he says wisely, "with five billion people fighting over this man... " It's the old Reagan discussion that I had. Yes,
Jesus must have been a very profound being... but he did NOT walk on water during
a storm in the seas... you and I know this... the Bible can only claim he did
so in some sort of allegorical or "trick" sense, otherwise it's bullshit. This
is freedom of thought. Deal with it. This is not Olodumare's tact, however, it
is the frustration of a young Nigerian with oyibos who, after all, must function
properly for my rule and dominion over the dark fools to work!!!
Meanwhile, if Wole is so gungho about change, why doesn't he run for office?
"Well, it's simply preposterous to presume that one can only be effective if one
plies the corridors of paa'ahr, and so on and so forth..."
...you folks just dont' know what humor is, is what the problem is. "And so on
and so forth," in our dialogs is evidence of the triumph of behavioralism...

The Rapture of Madam Yemoja

By now the villagers were beset with worry. If it was true what the rumors said,
that the young stranger was causing the old people to die of laughter, that eery
shrill laughter that echoed for days, then soon the laughter was sure to reach
the village and kill the people too! But, the village head surmised, if we must
all die then to die of laughter is a joyful destiny. Still, the people were sad,
for though in joy, death is death. It was now time for Madam Yemoja to question
the lad. Upon hearing this a solemn quiet dwelled upon the people of Azanikan.
In less than half an hour it could be heard, in the middle of the silence of
death, the joyful rapture of a soul, blessed to be comforted into eternity by
the humors of the Prince of Darkness...

My Decision

In the world of positive music, being "better" or more talented than another is
often not a big deal, since the greater good is a greater and more relevant fact.
But over the past year my talent has blossomed and I see that I am now more talented
in many ways than many, if not most. It gets frustrating, then, to see how popular
culture is massaged to accept mediocrity and not take value seriously. It gets worse
when friends of mine, who accept my "brilliance" demonstrate that their valuation
of me is nothing but guess-work, when they also espouse the brilliance of someone
who I know is not. It is for this reason, that people do not know how to handle
real value in this millenium era, that I will not be joining the masses of performing
artists and exhibiting my works for the contemporary. I choose to maintain
my special-ness (thanx jade) by not signing with any label and just building a catalog of works for a library for my godson Mayowa and his peers. It is a more
fitting use of Performing Arts excellence. I will be working in the industry,
but not in the way originally envisioned. First job is a collaboration with an
award-winning SA journalist... a bit excited about that... and the prospect of
begining to build a reputation of "solid gold". If only others knew what I do
before they set off, they'd have known that a reputation is a catalog, and you
can claim all you want, but one bad song and your rep as one of "them" goes down
the drain. I'm very grateful.

The Rapture of Grandma Hill

Grandma Hill had not laughed in twenty years, since she was in her eighties.
But she knew that this was it, that this was the bout of laughter to send her into
eternity. Still she tried to make it last.
"Son," she said to Akindele, as gently as she could, "tell me again. So, now,
your friend comes and says unto you, let us go to the graveyard and do some... gburu... and what happened next?"
The universe continued to shiver.

A new private outfit

I am going to call my new company "Slam-Dunk Intelligence"

hi :-)

Someone saw me...

Bounded by Ibadan

Ibadan must mean "mercy" for whenever I want to entirely allow the depth of
my relevance be made known through my experiences in Atlantis and D.C., I think
about how it would sound to someone reading this who went to school with me in
Buffalo. A bit crazy, I imagine. They wouldn't know what it means to have
walked with the hosts of heaven. But then culture is not native to everyone.
I represented the Oba in D.C. and caused air traffic problems for three days.
Or so the lore goes. There's actually no precise story about Dulles. In all
records, by now, it is just a black hole of symmetric data. But if it sounds
looney to someone reading from U.B., how about someone, like, for example,
Baba, the two of them, how would it sound to them. They would say "Gaga Ekeh..."
Their eyes would roll down history's lane to the precise day we met last and they
would smile at that Nigeria and wax nostalgic about a time when they believed that
those days could come back. Today it is not depression that has set in but the
realization of inferiority. Africa just could not do it. Just did not have
the talent to manage its infrastructure wisely. Pipe borne water and
electric power supply--the fundamental perequisites for a modern nation and its
people, will remain nothing but concerts and adoptions by white people. The
African cannot fish. And here is Gaga Ekeh, speaking
of what... what on earth is he talking about? It is why I restrain m'self...

I dare to speak truth

American Government today is, for one thing, a successful bureacracy. Where it
needs tinkering, we find, it needs ideological tinkering. Mechanically it is
sound. Compared to the centralized monocracies of Nigeria and Ghana, for example,
American Government is fluid and sensitive to the pulse of the people. If government
is about the people, then it must be demonstrated that government has the ability to
be about the people. In this regard, then, America is found wanting. Government
is about corporate interests, as cliched as that sounds in these circles. Admitting
a gruding admiration for Chomsky's forrays within this domain, it is not just
a criticism of democracy it is a diagnosis. You are England in a certain year.
Read the signs ye fools. You are creating a class of lords and nobles, or, as
you call them, space families--those who can go to the moon by tipping their
good friend Richard and not have to bother with earth's madness. It costs, we
hear, something in the order of $300,000.00 To experience weightlessness, or
to see earth from outside the body. A third of a million dollars. If I had that
sort of money to spend on a trip to space, I should stay there. This world is
not for morons. I hate to be harsh, but you seem not to get it. You are not
more special than me, so I know the value of all things. Get your priorities
straight and stop blaming God for not existing. Hopefully you are intelligent
enough to appreciate my sentiments... thank you and get the fuck out m'face...

"Merlin"

I am the internet wizard known as Merlin the Great. I it was who brought down
an entire Arabian nation in one night of frenzied decoding. I have lived before
as a Wizard King named Arturo, Knighted of the English Court, master of Scotland
and Shriner of the Deep. We use language to blind the eyes of the children of the
evil Kings. Then we cure those we can. It's standard fare in all wars of good
versus evel.

State of the Union

...wow ... wish I had some cake... anywayz...

Barrack Obama is poised to become the first Kenyan to rule a village other than
Nairobi.

Collin Powel has disappeared into history, only to be remembered from time to time
for his convincing U.N. trailers.

Newt Gingrich is begining to wonder if Nubians really had culture as high as
the Swedes.

R. Kelly is all the rage in Memphis. Popular culture is declining.

Bill Cosby keeps me alive.

There is hope...

What it is...

...is that I don't think I understand Democracy. It's, summarily, government
of the people, by the people, for the people? The people. As opposed to. The
people, in this semantic sense, refers to a historical subset contextualized by
their struggle for independence from Monarchical forces. If this is the truth,
then I am obliged to be honest. I am not merely a Monarch. Of them I am the
most. I rule the highest levels of my own psyche, bestowing upon you, I suppose,
the implications of such focus. Learn from me. Monarchy is the Root of Democracy.
It, Democracy, is guaranteed to produce Theocracy. From then, I suspect that
we'll have Tele-Cracy. But that should not be for another million years.

Representative Government

It is a simple matter. It is evident to any American that my rights as an individual
are being violated by an existing law. What recourse do I have? Or is Law in
this country, as well a Farce?

Solon "St." John and the Army of Godd.

"Admiral..."
"Please be seated."
"Thank you."
"Sir, please state your name for the Record..."
"I am Solon St. John, Caretaker of the Dominion of the Urth and the Principality of
Judah. I come bearing light from the Lord of Hosts. Thus sayeth the Lord,
in anticipation of the lack of courage that is sure to befall the American
Man of honor in reverence regarding Olodumare's descent upon the habitation of the
lowerplane, a Natural War is certain to be initiated against individuals disposed
to countermand the pleas for intellectual symmetry from one so noble. It is in
this regard that we call attention of all witnesses to the following facts."

i. All men are created equal

ii. To secure these rights...

iii. ...just powers...

iv. ...consent...

"It is a simple matter of misunderstanding, General. Minority rights are taken
into account in a democracy, but if the majority decides to pass a Law then
the Law is passed."
"I am for now unfamiliar with the Democratic Process. Shall I proceed?"
"In the interest of peace, we urge clairvoyance."
"The realities on the ground will be taken into account, I'm a pragmatist."
"Yankees Fan?"
"Knicks... more Bills..."
"Hmmm..."
"Well, See you..."

What do I think of Benny Hinn?

He's going to be real pissed when he discovers that he should have been using
his talents of focus learning astral flight instead of psyching minions of Jesus
to meaningless sleep. He's a likeable moron.

In Clarification

With the evil done to other humans in the name of the bible in this country,
examples of good in humans is more powerful a truth than the ranting and raving
of so-called prophets of God who ignore the devaluation of the Bible that their
dishonesty induces. I look at grown men, Pat Robertson--a billionaire, Oral
Roberts, Kreflo Dollar, Benny Hinn and I shake my head. Not one of these men
is intelligent enough to make it into the Kingdom of Heaven.

First things first, if Heaven is "bliss" then the Lord's prayer is open to
only two interpretations. Figure that one out. Our Lord is the Temporal.
Secondly, if our species needed commandments to be aware of morality, then we
descended from apes. No two ways about it. It's called the Socrates Paradox.
Socrates, the exemplar of the perfect Caucasian, is merely a few thousand years
old. Abandoning his exemplary status would be like the loss of a child amongst
three, but it is the only way in which Europe can counter the growing sense amongst
the intelligent of the world that civilization can in no way be as young as
Caucasia claims and intelligence this advanced. I think we appreciate my
sentiments.
ifa-oro...

President McCain

Is the only man left with an inkling of a chance. I know what I am saying.
I'm "Zero". America, you're fucking with stagnation... and that is worse than
AIDS if it hits...

A Frank Assessment

A lot of people are dissatisfied with Democracy in practice and the current
administrative team has done much to solidify cynicism. The family of George Bush
Junior, the perception goes, is pretty much compromised by history and Arabian
spice. Do a survey and find out I'm telling the truth. What are the implications... you figure it out... the ten commandents... get the fuck out my face..

To Sir, with Love...

Sir...
I think because the implications of America's immaturity do not appear
to be an imminent threat you have the liberty of leaning back and looking away
from my gaze. But I can no longer, in good conscience, not point out the obvious.
I think you know what I mean...

Alright, then, the 10 Commandments of Moses

In no particular order, and maybe not all...

1. Thou shalt not steal
It is a sound moral tale for young children. If you steal we cut off your hand.
And eye for an eye a leg for a leg, that sort of a thing.

2. Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Even sounder for adults. But adultery is only illegal in the army. Imagine
being sent the yard to do hard labor for quaffing a friend's wife. It is surely
bad, but the state has no jurisprudence. We cannot legislate morality. It is
called "free will" morons.

3. Thou shalt not kill.
I agree. But you needn't tell even a frog this. It is a universal law. Duh!

4. Thou shalt have no other God before me.
Spoken like a true God of the Israelites. But I suppose this is the same Jehovah
of the Americas? It would explain the bad things the CIA has done on account
of judges who choose to know America when it is apple pie, but are too immature
to know America when it is espionage and control. Conveniently forgetting that
America must bend the definition of "good" to accomodate the Greater Good, its
interests, these judges sit on the bench and tell the world they are righteous.
The thing about righteousness is a function of where energy is expended. Fighting
for the ten commandments is foolish. That energy could be spent much more
logically. But you know this already.

I can't go on. I can't remember the other commandments. Now are you, a grown
adult, telling me these ten commandments are relevant to one as intelligent as I.
Get the FUCK out m'face with that shit. You must be a moron... to not know
the difference between Church and State, or, at that, what the Church is, as
defined by its own history. You lynched folx in this country with the bible in
hand and it hasn't taught you that a book that could be used for such evil can no
longer be counted on for good? Get it... you're a dying civilization and I'm
here to write you into the grave... I really can't take this childishness...
it is most depressing...

Where would I live?

Well, I was a prized Dutch asset in the late '90s. I'm sure I can call on old
acquaintances to facilitate emigration to Our motherland Germany, or its principality
in Holland. Iz joke...

America the Beautiful

...but childish. I can no longer run away from history. It is here, in this
country, that a grown man, a State judge, fought tooth and nail to have the
"Ten Commandments" of Moses placed as a monument outside a court house. I used
to think Masons existed in America. I used to think they had a mastery of symbolism.
It is not that Masons do not exist in America. It is simply a matter of protocol,
which they do not yet understand. It is here that a presidential aspirant was
denied "Holy Communion" for his views on abortion. Nothing said about his views
on paedophelia. Yes, America is freer than Cambodia. So freedom, relatively,
is alive. After all, were it not alive, relatively, we'd all be living in
Cambodia, no? There are no grown men in this society, of the sort who could
stand up to tyranny, which exists in full-fancy in this era. The tyranny of
stupid men... I cannot lie any longer, I do not see it being possible, me living
in this country beyond a certain time... I just will not hang around a civilization
so childish, so bent on its own destruction... just as I thought, they don't have
what it takes to "rise above" the fray... as an oral historian would have said.
America... "rise above" mediocrity for crying out loud... this is getting
alarming...

Clearance

I've just been given clearance to enter star space. I feel that my fans, whoever
they will be, are the luckiest people in history. Why will become evident...
This one is true...
g

Where I see us today

The roles haven't changed. I haven't become president. I'm still a favored
artist. But my value has increased tremendously and now we are begining to hear
murmurs involving "parties".

Literacy c.1999

In 1999 in Atlanta I was informed that literacy was to change drastically because
of a spiraling in the rate of innovation. They said that a person like me was
bound to skew the curve so I was a good thing... I could be part of the engine
of productivity for as long as things were being stabilized. After an emergency
meeting I was informed to choose one hundred symbols and use them as the foundation
of a new language. I chose my hundred, then was given the perfunctory ones by
the requisite groups--fingers, limbs, body parts, those sorts of things. Come 2000
and everybody begins to use their new language. It was bloody. I ended up in DC.
Story for ever. I'm supposed to relate this portion precisely. of DC.

When I was in DC at some point during that first evening I realized that a man
of similar intelligence to me was within blocks of where I was. I took a walk
and eventually met not him but his counterpart, who could otherwise have been
responsible for my death had I not been appraised by relevant systems in the
neighborhood of his arrival. The power of symbolism is only evident when symmetry
differentiates intelligence. Symmetry is a very powerful tool for intelligent
dialog, as you know, and a city like DC can mean a lot of things to intelligent
people during their first visit. If such is true, symmetry and destiny can
bring identical intelligences in communion during that visit as happened with
me and my most memorable trip to DC. My language today is in light years.

Who is Imhotep?

The man or lady in charge of my "file". :-)

Olodumare to Gaga Ekeh

Is the ultimate arbiter of truth. When I have to make a decision concerning what
I believe given evidence, when honesty is required I dialog with Olodumare in
my head and we back and forth until I can see the truth. It is not often glamorous.
And yet almost everything on earth is about intelligence. Olodumare in my head
has taken on a human form. In one particular dialog, recorded by certain people,
I initiated contact with this portion of my psyche and a dialog was begun. It is
often only possible to detail the end portion of a dialog for several reasons, but
I did detail in real time me asking "Olodumare" if he was the one they call "Imhotep" and he saying "Yes." The reasons why I would even ask that question are a few thousand pages stored elsewhere and relevant only in larger domains. We
are being precise, here, about the value of what I understand about psychosis, mass
and individual, and how I transmit this valuable knowledge to those who know what
to do with it.

The Voice

...is Olodumare's, a form I see, given to me through interpretations of a dialog
I have been having with U.S. authorities about the nature of Truth and how best
to use my talents to capture what of it we have been able to garner since 1999
and express it as efficiently as necesary. He is functionally real since to him
are attributed the Thunder and the Rainbow that destroyed the concept of context
within certain agencies that charted symbolic relevance. There is no doubt
to the few who guard me that I am the Son of a King. If he is an earthly one,
then there are implications. In my culturophilosophical tradition, matter is fraternal. So, he is both earthly and historical.

Axiology of Art

Art is graphic. It can be charted. It can be felt. It is empirical. The value
of art is in wellness of being. It, most often, is implied by the eras in which
art can be valued. We live in one such era, the rarest yet, and by all accounts it
shall remain so forever. The discrepancy between one young man and the next is
not merely startling, it is exemplary. Where it not for mercy, physics could not
allow such a discrepancy. The closest we come is Hume, whom, after all, begat
this journey. A thing of fancy it is, I tell thee.

Democracy Demonstrated

What if Jesus was a recruiting tool for a maniacal King call Josiah. What if Josiah
was intelligent enough to appreciate the memory of his incarnations and survived
into the year 1999 in dense matter. Democracy is only valuable where imagination
thrives. It is a utility on earth, not some sort of privilege. We require
those who live within Democracies to begin to use their imaginations to exercise
freedom of thought. This thought-provoking exercise, certainly one only for the brave--said to live only in the Known Democracy of America and Hawaii-ku ku, is
how freedom survives. It gives hope to Fouad Ajami and other moderate Hutus. For
all they are is scared to die for what they do not yet believe in.

How Favored?

There are people other than here who are interested in the patterns of creativity
attributed to my smoking. I have now found this humorous, if disconcerting. Talent is not a burden, and humor comes naturally because it is overwhelming in the nature of man on earth, a plane ruled by the darkest humors and psychoses I have ever been introduced to in my sojourns. It is not so much a matter of incarnations as it is one of the present incarnation and what it means to us. Some think it's just fine. Pizza and beer and chips. The expense was shared, mostly by the lesser lights. They now rule. So be hip.

Finite States Department

...so, the long and short of it is that after the rainbow I was granted some sort
of "Favored Artist" status within the boundaries of the U.S.A. And there;'s
pretty much nothing left to say... except that it comes with security...

Why Currency is dense

Evidence. I have a UserControl that builds trees then traverses them and illustrates
certain matters about linear searches and precedence. Building upon this control
is the key to intelligent searches for my AI agent with a Quality of Service
guarantee given to understand text input to at least a certain degree. Tonight
I have to transform that control into a web control, for comdex purposes.

Wall Street

I'm in the Search Engine Club. It was a tiring experience and I'm not yet
authorized by circumtances to appreciate what it means.. but I'm grateful.

At the moment of self-realization

In all honesty the only relevant question, aside from the continued experience of
overwhelming peace and beauty, was why do I keep asking who I am in history. Why?
It is an intelligent question so nature was put on notice. I swear it by my
sensory testimony. 5.12 PM

King Jesus

"Merlin"
"Speak to me in inner Yoruba, I don't want them to hear it all..."
"Why?"
"It is a secret..."
"Does the concept of duh mean anything to you?"
"In a strange way. It is an appealing tale..."
'Have we okra?"
"Have we amala?"
"Then sit down old man."
"And to you be the glory of bringing out the dishes. I am weary."
"Indeed."

The Presidents of Nigeria

Nnamdi Azikiwe. Agreed, it would seem, by the natives, to have merely been a
"Ceremonial president." This Master Mason, versed in the deepest Rosicrucian lore
from asia, is fashionably absent in the realm of intelligence. Ah... I see. It is
a slam dunk.

Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa.
He was the Prime Minister and so wielded the highest executive authority in the land.
What does this mean? He had final executive say-so, in so far as the Nation was of Sovereign Status within a comitee of free Nations. He could, then, be held responsible for the utility of a nation's resources at the behest of the nation's stated interest, is all it really means. The liability went to him, if freedom truly meant anything. An awesome task, and he should have used it. But he did not
move fast enough, for in neglecting the unceremonious departure of his Presiding Mortal Force, he neglected to appreciate the executive authority meant that at the hour of his death he wielded all mortal force at the behest of the Nigerian Nation and its freedom. So, with this invincible guard, he should have ruled each day of his life until his death, executing on behalf of the Nation. It is his just reward for being an unintelligent Son of God.

Aguiyi-Ironsi.
Destined to be cut down cruelly. His is a sad story. For he was still just a man
in the grand scheme of things, a mere mortal who could still be alive today to
interject and say "yes, sir, what you have said is true... however..."
There is no glory in death. Put Jesus to rest.

Intercept. DoD. "This lad is threatening our interests, sir..."
"Hell... it's freedom of thought..."
"Yes... nonetheless, we don't need anyone speaking of recruiting at a time like this..."
"Yes, the realities on the ground..."

The Known Kings of Kemet

Nasir. He was the Pharaoh who tried to deny Israel it's birth. O.b.v.i.o.u.s.l.y.

Anwar, I'm Sadat it. He was a peacemaker and so a Son of God.

Mubarak, child of war. I have a psychological propensity to be unwise. Oh, previous kings of Egypt, hear my wail, our kingdom is about to befall destitution at the hand of uncultured malams. Ah, ye, wiser kings of yore, hear me wail.

Discrete-ness

...of Babylon.

"I have the inner self, stranger."
"I have the inner self, stranger."
"You are dark and comely, what is our destiny."
"The oracle yields nothing by way of mercy."
"Then let us a cigarette together have before the death of romance."
"It tickles sweetly."
"Pregnant with pain."
"Who gambled?"
"I cannot say the name of this man."
"But a man it was?"
"Of a certainty, we are sure."
"Then why blame the woman?"
"Exactly my point, you lustly being..."
"You assault me with relevance. Shall I consider your child?"
"It is too late."
"It is not."
"I blame you for this..."
"So be it..."

After all...

...Civilization is of Kings.

"But then arose a Prince of Zaria..."

My name is Mr. Gaga Ekeh. I am a civilian within the democratic hierarchy of the
United States. I call it a hierarchy because, apparently, I am atop this thing.
I take my responsibilities, as scribe of the Americas, very seriously. This is
no celebrated poet laurette. I'm a real one... nigguh...
g

Area 17

And so, the question is a serious one. How relevant is it that the President or
Attorney General or two billion people CLAIM to believe something they do not
really believe, since you are honest enough, sir, to appreciate my sentiments?
If Truth matters, then it is significant. After all, the purpose of codebreaking
is to decipher Truth, not dialog. This civilization is imperiled by its
own adherence to irregular rules of journalistic investigation, rules which
conform to resistance against nature when all that is honest and all that is pure
suggests otherwise. As a function of the "realities on the ground" this civilization, of white Kings, lies on its deathbed.

911

The Northern Alliance was poised to take Kabul in a final push before the sheep season. This was not the plan of Allah who, on a night such as this, informed
his prophet that the Ottomon ressurgence could not withstand the symbolic loss
of the land from which the Jihad was launched. And yet, even Allah's prophet knew
that having not succeeded in disrupting the U.S. Economy "very significantly short
term" come the turn of the millenium clock, the only plan B was an all out
jugular attack. But what if it failed? What if Flight 93 was unable to make
it to DC? The prophet gulped, then muttered, "Allahu Akbar." But he knew that
the God of America was, also, great. "I go with Allah" the prophet said, then
sent an assasin to kill the Yoruba Prince Mashood, the Lion. History was now
set to spiral into motion. The Yoruba Kings of Gogobiri would once again rule
the dark and majestic portions of the mind. Led, of course, by the favored son,
the Ottoman Bin Ladin.

The Nazarene Speaks

Roles. Because matter can be sensed as color, all who sense color who are of
color are adjudged by their roles in context. Black folks bear the burden of
mystery. White folks bear the burden of morality. Latinos bear the burden of
identity. But they are all roles, all functioning for the purpose of perfect
orbit and the feeling of contentment such hard work produces. Yes, the Black
Man has been feared since the dawn of darkness, for his King is a master of the
deep. But we conquered that fear in a certain dynasty so that, we believed, racism
would remain a mystery of the past. We had attained enlightenment. We called
him Akhenaton. He ruled the Dominion of the Animals of the Earth or, as we called
the planet then, K'hama'at. But then genocide reared her ugly head. She was
dressed in blue and black and had fiery eyes of red. To extinguish the offspring
of Father Abraham, a very caucasian fellow, was the plan. The betting was on
black supremacy. Mosiah, the relevant whitey, broke bread with a moderate Hutu
niggah of his, then bounced. He north, Josiah south. Two pyramids, one North
one South, the star of David. Eventually, the white race demonstrated its
sovereignty, it's right to exist as an observable sovereign nation, by building
a Masonic Temple in Jerusalem, the symbol of white labor. The genocidaires, you
see, were claiming "reparations." Finally, it was decided that equity and fairness
had to go out the window if Caucasia was to survive. So King Jesus was instituted
amongst men to rule the darkness in the absence of one of them who understood
that the power of gods, given to those blessed with command of the psychic realms
of mystery, was merey, too, a role. Two thousand years and the British-Latin King
Jesus ruled Africa. As prophesied, and intuited by you, one did arrive, of the
Africans, who did understand. The Arabs (Yoruba) however, would not relent in
insisting that the white folks did not have a right to existence. It caused
a world war. I am the scribe of it.

The Nazarene's Story

"I was born the son of wealthy sharecroppers in Ibadan..."
"I heard that joke before, sir. It is actually one of my favorites."
"I am quite aware."
"But you go ahead and tell the joke, anyway?"
"Call it divine purpose. Expediency is in determining just how much value
a joke has left."
"If you don't mind me saying so, sir, your voice is strong and you seem to be
in good health..."
"I have chosen the hour of my departure from these spheres..."
"Is it soon?"
"By all accounts, no. I still have one relative trying to outlive me who still
knows how to play linear scrabble."
"Linear scrabble?"
"How old are you, son?"
***
It soon became apparent to me that He, the Nazarene, belonged to a special class
of men in the United States, a class of talented men who called themselves
"the Guild." Now...

"The Uncle"

"So you're here to see the Uncle I take it?" I looked up at who spoke. He had,
in his right hand, a shovel that did not look very light. He was black, about six
feet tall, and with hair that shone like silver in the sun. "E'er bady wanna see
the Uncle" he chuckled and proceeded to depart.
"Sir!" I called out out of instinct.
"Yes son?"
I didn't know what to say. "Er... er..."
"Cat got your tongue boy? Or do you, like every one else, want to know how old
I am?"
"Er... yes, sir.. that's it."
"Let me tell you like this, son," the old man said, a warm glow enveloping me
as his eyes protected me from his glory, "It wouldn't matter if I was the
first Black President in a functional sense... what matters is how you feel today.
And you... you are searching for an answer you can only get from one man..."
"Are... are you he?"
"I am the Nazarene," the old man smiled quietly, then walked away into history...
A garden of tullips and tomatoes. He was, I was to find out later, one hundred
and thirteen years of age, the Nazarene, and with a perfect pair of bottomless
brown eyes to match. The Nazarene.

Did the Nazarene really Exist?

Excellent question, Percy. I was now beset with anxiety over my meeting with the
"Grand Uncle" of the Chief. If the Chief was a hundred and four years old, then
his uncle was certain to be old enough to be of concern, for just being that old.
And what wisdom could one glean, what difference in perspective was possible between
two men over a hundred years of age, no matter how older one is than the other?
And yet, it spoke to the question of whether the lore of the Nazarene was just standard U.S. Intel stock, or if it was indeed a pioneering episode in the U.S. Secret Service, a secret "black president" who, according to the discovered
"Natural Law" of Africans (something to do with what circumstances exist under
this particular intelligence distribution) ruled as a Monarch within a Democracy
all his days as "Entity of Interest" so-identified by the United Nations on
account of "his abilities" in the "area of scientific unification." Did such
a poet truly exist, a phantom "seventeenth unit" of U.S. intelligence? Probably
not. And yet, why does his story fascinate, to a man, every recruit of note
in the corps?

Obatala

"In matters of intelligence, precision counts." Obatala was a tenor, but the ode
of his spirit reflected someone less strenuous. Perhaps even a soprano.
"Soprano?" the mind-reader who sat next to Pharaoh raised his eyebrow.
"Ono?" Pharaoh asked.
"Obatala," the mind-reader said, looking in my direction. "Obatala."

That the deaf might hear

"And so," King Ma'at continued to announce as he walked through the market of the
strangers, "all who understand this tongue will be considered beneficiaries of
the land from whence it became..."

Silence. I looked around. It was a bit odd. A man, with many gold things stuck upon his robes, was announcing something, ostensibly in a strange language. And yet, even if these people did not understand the language, they should at least be looking at King Ma'at with some sort of curiousity, interest or amusement. Instead, they carry on as though he didn't exist.

"Sir," the young Sage whispered to King Ma'at, "something is not right."
"Is that right, young Sage?" King Ma'at said, indicating with great obviousness
that this fellow was the very last in the King's entourage to agree with the
Truth. Something was not right.

King Ma'at took a step back then proclaimed, "and so for Amon we conquer these lands
and people."

Suddenly the market errupted into chaos. It was the first time I saw the deaf.
It would not be my last.

The Mind of Christ

"d...d... d..." (just joking)

If Christ had not been crucified would he have been as great? If Biggie Smalls had
not been murdered would he have been the greatest? It's a simple question. If
Christ died at 33, then his greatness is measured in the context of the necessary
"other" Christ, sourced from logic, who DID NOT die physically and so lived till
the age of seventy-six. Now that Christ, that Christ was beyond Cosmic. He was
a total phenom. For only now can the adult mind begin to understand the lightness
of touch of the man whom, when recruited by the C.I.A., Egypt, Dynasty Zero, was
called by his fellow Secret Service agents, "the Nazarene."

Pharaoh Suleiman An'Kah Ibn-Raheem

"Sultan of Azania..."
"Queen of America..."
"Are we ready?"
"Not quite. What are you wearing?"
"A flowery dress."
"Then you have been deflowered?"
"By a vain stranger. And you?"
"She was comely."
"And black?"
"It is left to interpretation."
"What is relevant, Pharaoh?"
"My lust for Cleopatra is waning."
"Then it is better for me. How is your wife?"
"She asks after you. And our daughter?"
"She now wants to know how it came to be that her father is the new President of
Nigeria."
"Tell her it's a long story. What's for dinner?"
"Have your wife cook, I'm going to a meeting."
"What sort of meeting?"
"I adopted a plant. We learn how to keep it well. It's actually fun."
"The joys of democracy. Will you love me on Sunday?"
"Book the ticket and I'll be there."
"Love ya..."
"Bye hon..."
***

King Ma'at

"In giving me human attributes you are transgressing basic Christianity."
"You predate Christ."
"So I do. How do I look?"
"Ok. Like a younger Imhotep."
"Hold this scepter for me."
"I shall wield great power if I do so."
"Do you disobey me?"
"Your word is Law Pharaoh."
"So it shall be written."

Uncle Iku-Tana'Kat

"How did you find me, young one?"
"Your vanity betrayed you, sir. How on earth did you... what on earth possessed you
to believe that you could control so many men to do the work of your Lord?"
"The value of my Lord is a testament to his character. Jesus lies on his deathbed."
"What shall I do with this golden pen you have given me, Osiris?"
"Bury him with dignity."

Arch-Angel Jibril

"Hi. Please... do seat down."
"I have every intention of doing so, Your Eminence..."
"Why do you call me this thing?"
"It is Remote Viewing Protocol, Sir. I am using a human form in Arabia to commune with you, so I must appease his ego for whoring himself in the name of the All..."
"...ah... So... what brings you to these parts?"
"This is humor?"
"We find it is a fundamental source of information. Take for example the story
of Abraham."
"I saw no humor in it."
"I know... no one seeems to. And yet, the angels won't cease laughing. It is a mystery to even I."
"Arch-Angel Gabriel..."
"Yes?"
"When did you become a genius?"
"I remember, distinctly, knowing at the age of nine that most people were inferior in intellect. My father was some sort of diplomat in that life."
"And how many lives did you live before you became a Principality?"
"We measure Principalities in years. Two thousand years is a first-order Principality, which I became in the Army when Abraham was cutting his teeth as a young salesman."
"And you rose rapidly through the ranks till Jesus?"
"More luck than destiny, I assure you."
"Does God know you feel this way?"
"I am not talking to him this evening. I cheated in a game of Chess."
"You did?"
"No. But I have to say I did."
"This is blasphemy."
"..."

Comrades in the Movement

"How dare you!"
"How dare I what, Sister Alice? Question your commitment to the struggle in public?"
"Oh, is that what you were doing? 'Questioning' my commitment to the struggle? Let me tell you something, oh judge and jury..."
"Listen, Alice..."
Pause.
"Well, this is awkward..."
"I don't suppose there were any instructions on what to do now?"
"Hey, it's as much your gig as it is mine. We're the two best..."
"That's why I criticized you..."
"It... it hurt..."
"I know..."

How to take me seriously

As you can see, the kinds of facts I have concerning codes cannot be easilly dismissed or wished away. The Jesus-Susej is a primary one for which the hints have come that, although it is an interesting "anomaly" there is really no need to publicize it "at this time." And jeebra-il? In my history, he'll end up being a mathematical genius with such brilliance and beauty lore was created to forever preserve his image on earth. And you? You have nothing but the bloodshed and deceit of the purveyors of orthodox religion, because you refuse to believe that this world is about intelligent men and sometimes women who control the agenda of those so ammenable. I am one of them.

What's in a name?

Jesus. Susej. Al-Jeebra. Jeebra-Al. Are these mere coincidences, or can psychotics actually massage historical truths from these random, yet important, pieces of information. For example, just how many christians know that Jesus is Sausage in a specific type of code, as the NSA can attest to? The problem is that the set of codes this belongs to is one in which the codes are created from simple linear transformations, the foundation of all NSAs in history. And just how would
christians feel, deep in their hearts, when they see that Jesus backwards is sausage. With the shadow of Alan Poe and the dark history of Miedeval England, one can be sure that Christians will be haunted with foreboding, a trumpet heralding the sort of revelation they would rather not hear, for they have been dishonest in their hearts out of the irrational fear of a loving father that they still dare to call "God." And how about Jibril? How long have we been asking just where did this winged being or being of fire emanate from? I'm not saying meta al-jeebra, which is a good candidate, knowing that Islam's primary role is to dominate the minds of the less intelligent amongst men. But it is not hard to see how, within the smoke of al-jeebra, as it rises from the pipe, one might imagine a living entity bounded by natural laws.

NSA Roll-Call

The "Friend" took center stage. He looked sharp in his tuxedo-like uniform. He began the roll-call.

"Arch-Angel Oduduwa"
"Here..."
"Angel Nah-Apollyon, Commander of the Corps and Emperor of French Civilization"
"Here..."
"Constellation Sirius..."
"Here..."
"Constellation Oranyan..."
"The galaxy is in my belt..."
"King Josiah of Judah..."
"One moment sir..."
"We'll move along... Arch-Angel Jibril..."
"It's Al-jeebra, sir..."
"Arch-Angel Jeebra-Al.."
"It's technically il or ile sir..."
"Hmmm... Arch-Angel Jeebra-Il..."
"Present sir..."
***
"Josiah..."
"The complaint is that in translating the bible to English, evil magicians assigned the name Sausage to God's son as mockery?"
"Either that or some sort of cosmic coincidence..."
"Is there such a thing as a cosmic coincidence?"
"For the sake of two billion christians we have created one..."
"Thank you..."
"..."

Black Eagle

They called her multimedia, my first whore. A blog here, a song there, a tapestry
of art woven in the manner of the times, on the internet. But who was she and why was she so deep and dark... and beautiful. It is for no other reason that she is the source of our lore, of Ethiopia the endless river that details the details of our perfection in black... and green ... and effervescent yellow... the glow of god... of gold... of glory... of black gods... of black kings and queens... and sages...and pages, but of one man, a Knight in the Church of England, with the authority of the Ghost of He who was the Christ, who overtook the world in a singular fashion...
...
Then reigned supreme forever.
I am Black Eagle.
"Arisen."

The Niger Aries

"This is a special news bulletin. Reports are coming in from the West African
Nation of Nigeria of mass demonstrations and rioting. We don't have many
details at the moment but we will keep you posted. We do know that the scale
of the rioting is said to be significant."
***
"Hon..."
"Queen of America..."
"Give me your latitude and longitude..."
"Your humor has always fascinated me..."
"Guess what I'm having for dinner..."
"Lobster..."
"You're a charlatan!"
"How is our daughter..."
"She longs for her father the revolutionary..."
"Signal her my regards..."
"And Chaplain of my heart?"
"Yes dumpling?"
"When do I walk the Red Carpet?"
"I'm not sure. Let's talk when the dawn arrives..."
"Smooches."
***

"This is my personal line. State the hour of your death, then imply your purpose
in causing me any distress."
"This is Vice-Admiral Kenny Adingbe, Military Advisor. Please hold for the President
of the Federal Republic of Nigeria."
...
"Dr. Waziri,I suppose you think you know what you're doing?"
"You're all a bunch of fascist despots, anyway. Why should I listen to you?"
"Sir, Nigeria is your country. It gave you... it made you everything you are. Everything you are so... so fucking damn proud to be..."
"Be nice to me..."
"What do you want?"
"Listen carefully..."
"..."

Armagedon: Gnosis and the State of Israel

"Good evening sir"
"Ah, Dr. Waziri, please... please come in. Sit down."
"Mr. President,..."
"Musa! Musa! Don't be so formal. Just call me Musa..."
"Yes sir..."
"Do you drink hard drinks?"
"Only wine sir..."
"Ah, European tastes. They'll get you something... sit sit..."
"So how is Nigeria sir...?"
"Do you really care? We hear you are their golden boy in Washington."
"Nigeria will always be my homeland..."
"So come and work for us. We can pay you any amount more than they pay in in America..."
"It's not about the money sir..."
"Ah, what is it about?"
"I am a witness to Democracy. If I stop being a witness, it might cease to exist in history."
"This is an interesting theory."
"Propounded by none other than your cousin, General Shinkafi..."
The President of Nigeria paused. Then nodded slowly. "I see..."
"Sir, I am here as a personal friend of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. It is my
highly valued advice that you stand down immediately. America is a Superpower."
"Dr. Waziri... if what is to be must be then..."
"What is to be must be... I must leave now..."
"Dr. Waziri... Remember Nigeria..."
"I will."
***

"Hon...?"
"Yes, munchkin?"
"You state, in italics here in chapter fourteen, that Jesus did NOT exist in human form. This is unlike your writing."
"I told you..."
"What's going on?"
"Who ruled the Calendar before Jesus?"
"You mean...?"
"Indeed..."
Jenn raised her left eyebrow, then giggled. "I knew it! I knew it!"
"Shhhh!!!!!"

Here is what Trillion Consulting Currently Looks Like

I call this the Syntactic Grid. It is a spinoff of my earlier SemanticGrid which was also a work of art i entitled "the interconnectedness of all things." The idea is to be able to transform syntactic grids, through visible logical operations, into semantic grids.

Belly of the Beast

I'm currently writing C# code. In the grand scheme of things, this task I'm accomplishing is the first and major "hump" so I'm in the belly of the beast. At the very bottom of the grind, right now. It's exciting because it's taken me several hours to get here, and I'm just chugging along like a snail. But in one hour I should be jubilant, if not less. The initial control is about to be on point. Will update...

Scooter's Last Stand

I'm a strong supporter of George W. Bush because, him being a mere mortal (compared to Clinton) I was able to put myself in his shoes and attempt to appreciate what it would take someone so ordinary to administer a superpower. No ordinary faith in his Father, I tell you that. And I'm speaking of the one responsible for his psychosis not his policies. But... when that whole Val Plame thing broke out, I was one of the hotheads in the spheres clamoring for guillotines to be purchased from France. All responsible in the administration, including Dubya, were liable to be questioned by those who made minimum wage while working for the C.I.A. Hey, I'm from Nigeria, the C.I.A's hub in "Central Africa and the Congo." I know what I'm saying. On behalf of all those whose F-1 Visa implied unconditional work for the state, allow me to say that today's verdict is a victory for intelligence worldwide.
And now... got in touch with an old friend today. I'm sure she's surprised to hear from me. I know they thought they'd lost me... I just stayed quiet... till this morning... but she's a beauty... had me worse than Sade because there was actually a chance for the both of us...

Trillion and World Peace

I've made the decision that if I can live in the not-for-profit world and make a decent living, I might do it in lieu of the millionaire's life. The problem with that is I may not be able to escape the latter, based upon, I can see, the need for my skills in the communities I work in. BUT... here's the first real initiative of a not-for-profit nature. I am working with a lady at the Western NY Peace Center to completely reorganize and model African markets, and I mean markets. Not the abstract, but Dugbe, Sango and Adamasingba etc. The idea is quite a rich one, and it is no fool's dream or pie in the sky. The responsibility, however, of implementing an axiological ontology and defining parameters to bound its economic implications is quite large. I've scoped it out and I find that writing this software will be analogous to going to b-school, to which I was accepted but chose, instead, to take my chances in this economy with a Software Programming Academy which accepted, it would seem, a certain sort of student that could pass those scary brainbench genius tests. I came second overall at the academy, though I should've come first. Either way, I get my MBA by modeling the markets...

The Prophet Ezekiel

"Hon..."
"Hmm..."
"How are you feeling?"
"Wonderful. Dinner was fantastic."
"You were quite funny this evening..."
"Hmm... what do you mean?"
"You haven't made me laugh this way since... in a long time..."
"Jenn..."
"Hon... please don't do it..."
"Baby..."
"Don't insult my intelligence..."
The Prophet exhaled. "Alright... but..."
"Shocking files that your government does not want you to see?"
"Something like that..."
"You alls are full of crap, do you know that? I don't even know if I want
to hear this one now. That last one, about the first lady's cousin..."
"Trust me, this one you will want to hear..."
"A fear so elemental it did what this time..."
"The nature of fear has been my thesis, it is true, for the past three decades..."
"So why have you not cured it?! It... it..."
"It is inconvenient, Queen of America, is this not? It is inconvenient for you
because you, knowing the truth, control the agenda of the blind..."
"That's unfair and you know it..."
"Listen..."
"I think I've heard enough..."
"What do you want from me, woman? Duty..."
"Duty! Duty! Duty... a very convenient excuse..."
"For what?"
"Ego... for your outsized ego, running round the world like you can save it..."
"And what if I can... what if I did..."
"Did you?"
"Do you understand me, Jenn?"
"Tell me this only once and then you will have peace the rest of your days..."
"Yes, I saved the world."
"I don't want to know the details... I just want to know how close to dying was
everything we love."
"We will still have our weekly dinner on Monday night. But barely just..."
"So you want to start jokes..."
"I'm not kidding..."
The Priestess exhales. "Alright... tell me everything..."
"It started last Wednesday. I got a call from the President's Aide..."
***

"Arch-Angel do you believe in Destiny?"
"Mr. President, I believe solely in luck. If you are lucky enough to make the right
choice, then the opposing mortal force that has invoked the order of the Knights
will believe you have chosen peace."
"Now... this ... this thing is so confusing. Can you explain it to me once more?"
"Sir, it is the moral force at the center of relevance, modeled mathematically
as an invisible but real vortex, a counterforce because of which nature's inconsistencies are permisible enough for miracles to occur in front of the inattentive. The labs are all picking up the signals from four news broadcasts consistently encoding information about your thoughts, sir. We are certain of this. I suspect you are familiar with backmasking? Well, this is similar, but is a function of State, a failsafe invented by Benjamin Banneker to quell the eventual uprising of the African Royalty..."
"Yes, yes, the unchartered lodge..."
"Sir, this is not just random speculative freemasonry..."
"What is it? Logic?"
"In the fullness of time the plantation will take advantage of the natural force of retribution, seeking with the force of culture and history to enslave all white children in the ways of the black kings."
"Again, why anyone listens to you is a mystery, yet all the scientists agree with your observations, but not just your interpretation?"
"I'm the only Nigerian on the council..."
"Have we still not resolved your legal status?"
"No, sir. The Supreme Court has added fourteen more pages of questions."
"Hmmm... well... we'll have to see about that..."
"Sir..."
"No, no... I think this time I have to put my foot down..."

Trillion Update

1. Credit Card Transaction Processing System
Had meeting tonight with client. Prototype for deployment March 21st. I have
a 4-channel Dialogic for simulation. Everything else is gravy and exec decisions
based upon tech requirements after prototype.

2. VLA
By March 31st should have complete proposal in to client including cost
information. A bit more pressure here, since I have to be creative for the
customer in providing quality at as much value as we can harness from appreciating
the strengths of the customer as well as the constraints of the program as
intended with current technologies.

3. AI
Syntactic Grid is up. Should be content with it, but I intend to code it
to completion tonight so that tomorrow I only worry about the parsing algorithm.
First observer calls idea "brilliant!" Thought so me self... keeping it at
close quarters, but I'm not too concerned. We do these things because they are
hard.

4. Content Delivery
Meeting scheduled with client for tomorrow evening or thereabouts. We need
certain technical information from phone companies in the region in order to
provide the specific service across the board.

5. Slackbot
Farooq should have the robotic arm back up by this weekend. Then it's on to
semantics and that's where I come in. Had meeting with slackbot tonight.
Excited about making the robot intelligent. Had great and vigorous dialog
about "what semantics means." In the end, a robot is only as intelligent as
its creator's imagination. Slackbot poised to cause ripples in robotix.

Where is Laura Today?

...Many want to know? Probably married. Many of the girls in my past, many with whom we shared secrets sourced from smoke or lust, are now married. Admirably they speak to me in code, saying such things as: "If my husband should EVER... EVER... suspect, I will KILL you!"

Jinn Shetan...

...is the source of the word "shit". Isn't it? In any case, the Kings of Gogobiri are dark men who feel themselves authorized to tempt the faithful and make them fall in the eyes of Allah. These Kings themselve believe themselves blameless, but are always eager to tempt young men to kill themselves, and others, or do harm, on account of others. Please do not think this to be a joke. Almost to a man have they managed to corrupt all Southern Nigerians, so I know why I'm on the run until my circumstances allow me to be relieved of the sort of pressure they can bring to bear. They are mystics through whom, aggregationally, Shetan does his work... for even the work of Shetan is sometimes necessary in "Jihad."

But how did I pull Laura?

I shall reveal the secret that has haunted so many, of how a small boy suddenly became large in no time. Laura was state-sanctioned kpom of the Yoruba Secret
Service. The director at the time had taken a serious interest in my art, primarilly my childhood work in theater, and wanted to "bring me in" to the adult confraternity--not the demonic one. So I got the sugar treatment. When a wise old man asks a beautiful yellow yoruba woman to forsake the man she loves for a fellow she has just met but thinks is cute, to "grow him up" she does it. So it was, that a senior girl disvirgined me on account of Performing Arts. HOWEVER, that the act made it so that we were both commiting relationship adultery is significant. I was on my way to being some kind of awon boy.

UI Stories

I attended the University of Ibadan for one academic session then half a semester. By the second session I knew I was traveling to Yankee so I became unserious. Even so, even if things had gone the way society wanted it to, I hated Electrical Engineering then, though I love it now and am soon to be a master at it. Here are some stories from UI to warm your heart:
***

Olads and I got to Popeye to "beg" him after we hear word that he is rallying "mafia" to beat us. Why? Olads and I were comedians, but Popeye was not the sort of man you joked about, unless in secret. But our jokes were too funny to be kept secret.

***
Aji Raps says to me, in Front of Laura's ex-boyfriend, "Ah! Gaga! Which one is it, now? Shey na Laura? Or na Yetunde? Or na..." he kept going. I knew, then, that my life was in danger. Laura was this fellow's ex-girl, he a senior boy, she a senior girl by all standards of UI. How did she come to break up with this fellow and end up disvirgining me? UI was a tale for the ages.


***
Lola Kuffy sees me an Laura in intense dialog near tech. "Hmmm!" she says, walking by. I say nothing, smiling, knowing I'd been caught. "Gaga Ekeh!" she says. "Hmmm!" Lola Kuffy was Sherifat's close friend. Sherifat was my girlfriend at the time.

***
Wagzy fights for my two hundred naira after a gig. I mashed up the university with my rendition of Omoge and a few other contemporary hits. I became the toast of UI immediately after, my main memory being of Bamo's sister and her friends yelling my name at Awo, asking me to come and "sign my signature" on Bamo's sister's yansh. Alas, twaz not to be...

***
I go pick up my loot from Wagzy at Mellanby, very appreciative of the way he fought for me, after all he got me that gig. Wagzy was a dancer extraordinaire, and we collaborated on occasion. Opening the door to his room I saw Blessing lying naked on the bed. My eyebrow raised. Blessing was the girl Spyke was gbenshing. A very sexual Calabar thing, sex with her must have been heavenly to these men. She was just sex, local Calabar sex, dripping. She saw me. Our eyes met. She knew me well, as Spykes perhaps best friend. So her eyes enticed me... and I imagined it... sex with her... as she wanted me to... so I didn't tell Spyke.... and I would've gbenshed that chick too later on... How do I know-? Well...

***
Bianji of Black Axe demonic confraternity was strolling from near Oba Dam one day, going back to campus, when I stopped to give him a ride.
"Chai! Gaga!" he said over and over and over again, "If I had access to this car, do you know how much sex I'd be having?" It was heavily implied, that if I was to be his driver, i'd be in on the perks too. And so I was primed to join Black Axe... but then, a fight broke out (you will not believe who it broke out over) ... and before I could join either of the two demonic confraternities who wanted me as their resident musician, I was whisked to the safety of hip hop heaven in yankee.

Other types of Heaven

There's the one that comes with lying against the bossom of the woman you find most attractive, after having sex with her. I've never had that one, but I've heard about it. But my girlfriend, in one incarnation, was the woman many men, some even friends of mine, wanted to have sex with. So they kept asking me questions, wanting to know how deep emotionally me and her went. Fantasy. Yet, should I be admitting this... even knowing that my girl was the prize for certain men... there were other prizes for other men...

Sade Heaven

Jerome of Ibadan Records talks of "Disco Heaven". I know what he's talking about. But in the '90s we surpassed that with hip-hop heaven. I guarantee it. The '90s were spectacular. Though I wasn't famous nationally, I was a regional superstar so that I came to see myself, through the eyes of the people of the region, as Lauryn's counterpart, mostly because of my political writing and visible black nationalist activism. We smoked and chilled in my little studio with some of the best rap artistes to be found in this nation, skilled men of substance, and we created hip hop heaven in a way I thought it could never be created--displacing disco heaven. But at the Sade concert, I experienced another kind of heaven. It was one shorn of anything negative, a kind of extended bliss... imagine loving Sade's music to death, then being live at a concert with perfect sound, the lady herself and a wee bit 'a wine to pump yer brain up. That was heaven, for sure. That was heaven.

Where and When is Heaven

As a musician I say that the Kingdom of Heaven is time-bound as a function of nature. For us, we first built up the imagination of it, then in time would come artisans blessed with the same skills of creativity that the Creator of Heaven would use to create the Kingdom of Heaven. That time, many believe, is now. This is to say, amongst us today may be artisans with the skills to begin to unify all worlds so that the Kingdom of Heaven is as real to us today as a Sade concert with Chablis (I still don't know how they got that sound so perfect!). For me, the Kingdom of Heaven is from now till eternity, so long as I can hear good music and good humor and taste good spices and bear good company and in my spare time speak with a beautiful God. I feel really sorry for so many people who want to go to Heaven but have not the personal culture or sophistication to even appreciate it if it were handed to them on a platter. Heaven is bliss in moderation, and those who know how to work it work it. For me, if I had a choice of dating Jade Cole or going to a Heaven where, in non-creative idiocy, we stand around a throne all day singing "thou art the lamb of God and are worthy to be praised" I'd date Jade Cole even if it meant not existing afterwards. Heaven should be a place where the music is always touching the soul, the movies are witty and rewarding, the food is educative, etc. It is for the personal aristocrat--that one who has made a commitment to being the richest and most informed consumer of the arts and sciences. Not for mumus holding their hands up in the air, espousing FAKE emotion on account of history and social pressures, wondering what they will do after three years of glorifying the lamb of God... and not his works of art. Heaven is a museum. DUH!

What Next?

Here's the sad part. As I informed some of us the other day, I don't think America has what it takes to change, to become a stellar civilization devoid of the lies forged by the hierarchy of control that is religion today. When PJPII transcended you would think it was the second coming of Christ. Yet, did these morons cry for any of the children that were gbenshed in the yansh by agents of John Paul? Control. It is a shameful thing. No individual thought anymore. It is kind of scary when, because of "realities on the ground" such as presidents believing subtle deceptions proferred by intelligent men, we, you perhaps, continue to contextualize the folly of man's shallow belief in the true and living God, saying "well, you know, if four billion people believe it it must be human nature." NOT. It is NOT human nature. It is fear. It is deceit. And, ultimately, it is unwise. Ye shall miss out on Heaven because you refused to stand up for Heaven when it was your turn.