SETHORUNZI: My Thoughts & Rhymes

As one not given to the intricacies of currency note other than the value and spending power that accompany them, not because am ignorant or lackadaisical about economic policies or because I am not more of an Economist as I am of an International Relations and Political Commentator, yet I am very worried about the denotation and connotation that can be justly deduced from the incessant and tyrannic disposition with which the Central Bank of Nigeria, spearheaded by it's Governor, is pursuing this "unpopular" course. Pardon my "ignorance" as I am a bit at lost at comprehending the justification of introducing/printing a higher denomination of a currency whose exchange rate/ purchasing power is declining. A currency that will cost a minimum of N40 billion to produce for the country that has an inflation rate of about 11.4% as at last check. Between is also the new gospel of a cashless policy which negates the need for a higher denomination. The question any la...

Today, we remember thousands who lost their lives on the 11th day of September 2001 otherwise simply known as 9/11 terrorist attack . We remember many things, not just the twin tower crashing down from the two airplanes crashing into them, we unforgettably remember many things encapsulated in one single date ....9/11. Some will say, we remember 9/11 today with some comfort that justice has been relatively served while some will simply say justice in this case can't be aggregated but either ways, we still remember 9/11 and simply pause at the least and say a simple prayer R.I .P to the victims knowing it could be any of us. We remember Osama bin Laden, the twin towers, the airplanes, the wailing , crying of victims (audibly and immaginarily) and many more .... But today in a tiny little part of every sane & passionate Nigerian's heart, we remember 9/11 with an additional & slightly amplified perspective... We remember 9/11 with our own little twist, not only beacu...

An actor and an Old preacher once read the 23rd Psalm to the same audience during an audition. The Actor read with perfect intonation, diction, voice modulation and without any linguistic flaw. The Old preacher read the 23rd Psalm with slight errors and with less linguistic proficiency but there was not any dry eye after he finished... A member of the audience with a teary eye said regarding the recitation by both men " the Actor knew the Psalm but the Minister knew the Shepherd" Do you just know the world most popular Psalm or the shepherd in the centre of the Psalm? Are you just another Actor or a prodigy of the old preacher? Do you know "about" the Shepherd or you know the shepherd-Is He really your shepherd? "The Lord is my own Shepherd..." Seth Ogungbe'

As I sat down to have lunch, I had this statement on my imaginative thoughts. Settling down to meal and getting ready to take adevouring swipe at my well prepared plate of sumptuous meal, I had a brief pause only to be unexpectedlyinspired by an emphatic statement. This obviously isn't my favorite way of gettingliterary inspiration, nonetheless, I am confident about the significance of this one. As a matter of fact I probablydon't think I ever had an experience as this form of eureka before but in this case, it happened and it came in the frame of astatement which at that moment I directed at a colleague of mine sitting just a fewdistance away from me on the same dinning table. I couldn't hold it to my self,so after several suppression attempts I had to whisper to her from afar ' …Iknow what you did last night. After being increasingly frustrated that she couldn't readmy lips, I came out uncharacteristically audible, as I articulate these words ofthis statement ...

Life appears to all with different faces Sometimes with a smile or with a frown We go through it in different phases We yo-yo bounce up and down like a clown She embraces us all, irrespective of our races We call it ebony or black, sometimes White or brown   A few strive to attain- while others stir their gazes  Trying to make a meaning of life in a whole town We sometimes fall but we can't resign to despair  Irrespective of our challenges we try to climb high ‘Coz If we don't- down we glide without hope of repair With hope, faith and grace we look up to the Most high. With our clinched fist we fight Looking at issues we freight With lost courage we take flight With determination we get insight With passion we get out of sight In this life's darkness we look for light Travails eclipse out shred of sunlight We hang on to God to hear our plight Hoping that someday heaven will shine the light Written By: Seth Ogungbemi 

Sometimes ago, like many of you, I strongly believed that some teams are "killing the art of football" and hence when team "park the bus" like we use the cliché, against team like Arsenal and Barcelona (teams that play with flair and slick passing), we call them anti-football but we forget that the game in itself is a game and like any other game the main aim is achieving success at the end borne out of out-wighting or counter planning or countering the opponent's plan. Tearing a leaf from the ART OF WAR- winning is about employing a strategy that best suits you to achieve your success being it winning or avoiding defeat. Knowing your own strength and weakness vis a vis that of your opponent and using either to your own advantage. So it's not a team's fault playing to win or avoid defeat as long as it falls within the rules and regulation that guides the game (in this case FIFA's status). Its pertinent to note that rules here does not encourage or...

They wake up to face uncertainty They struggle with fears and vanity They are not blessed with sanity They are treated with disparity But… they too are humans.