Gadaffi’s Libya: My Mind Flashes Back

Hero Martyr Muammar Gaddafi
in his own words: For 40 years,
or was it longer, I can’t
remember, I did all I could to
give
people houses, hospitals,
schools, and when they were
hungry, I gave them food, I even
made Benghazi into farmland
from the desert, I stood up to
attacks from that cowboy
Reagan, when he killed my
adopted orphaned daughter, he
was trying to kill me, instead he
killed that poor innocent child,
then I helped my brothers and
sisters from Africa with money
for the African Union, did all I
could to help people understand
the concept of real democracy,
where people’s committees
ran our country, but that was
never enough, as some told me,
even people who had 10 room
homes, new suits and furniture,
were never satisfied, as selfish
as they were they wanted
more, and they told Americans
and other visitors, they needed
“democracy,” and
“freedom,” never realizing it
was a cut throat system,
where the biggest dog eats the
rest, but they were enchanted
with those words, never
realizing that in America, there
was no free medicine, no freeHero Martyr Muammar Gaddafi
in his own words: For 40 years,
or was it longer, I can’t
remember, I did all I could to
give
people houses, hospitals,
schools, and when they were
hungry, I gave them food, I even
made Benghazi into farmland
from the desert, I stood up to
attacks from that cowboy
Reagan, when he killed my
adopted orphaned daughter, he
was trying to kill me, instead he
killed that poor innocent child,
then I helped my brothers and
sisters from Africa with money
for the African Union, did all I
could to help people understand
the concept of real democracy,
where people’s committees
ran our country, but that was
never enough, as some told me,
even people who had 10 room
homes, new suits and furniture,
were never satisfied, as selfish
as they were they wanted
more, and they told Americans
and other visitors, they needed
“democracy,” and
“freedom,” never realizing it
was a cut throat system,
where the biggest dog eats the
rest, but they were enchanted
with those words, never
realizing that in America, there
was no free medicine, no free
hospitals, no free housing, no
free education and no free
food,except when people had to
beg or go to long lines to get
soup, no, no matter what I did,
it was never enough for some,
but for others, they knew I was
the son of Gamal Abdel Nasser,
the only true Arab and Muslim
leader we’ve had since
Salah’ a’ Deen, when he
claimed the Suez Canal for his
people, as I claimed Libya, for
my people, it was his footsteps I
tried to follow, to keep my
people free from colonial
domination—from thieves who
would steal from us— now, I am
under attack by the biggest
force in military history, my little
African son, Obama wants to
kill me, to take away the
freedom of our country, to take
away our free housing, our free
medicine, our free education,
our free food, and replace it
with American style thievery,
called “capitalism,” but all of
us in the Third World know
what that means, it means
corporations run the countries,
run the world, and the people
suffer, so, there is no
alternative for me, I must make
my stand, and if Allah wishes, I
shall die by following his path,
the path that has made our
country rich with farmland, with
food and health, and even
allowed us to help our African
and Arab brothers and sisters
to work here with us, in the
Libyan Jammohouriyah, I do not
wish to die, but if it comes to
that, to save this land, my
people, all the thousands who
are all my children, then so be
it. let this testament be my
voice to the world, that I stood
up to crusader attacks of
NATO, stood up to cruelty,
stood up to betrayal, stood up
the West and its colonialist
ambitions, and that I stood with
my African brothers, my true
Arab and Muslim brothers, as a
beacon of light, when others
were building castles, I lived in a
modest house, and in a tent, I
never forgot my youth in Sirte,
I
did not spend our national
treasury foolishly, and like
Salah’a’deen, our great
Muslim leader, who rescued
Jerusalem for Islam, I took little
for myself… in the West, some
have called me “mad,”
“crazy,” but they know the
truth but continue to lie, they
know that our land is
independent and free, not in the
colonial grip, that my vision, my
path, is, and has been clear
and for my people and that I will
fight to my last breath to keep
us free, may Allah almighty help
us to remain faithful and free”By
Colonel Muamar Gadaffi

Of Religious Mothers and Teenage Rebellion

Written by Ore Afolayan
As a growing child, the religion ferried from Europe was the religion
practised in our home. Morning and night devotions were rituals
compulsory for participation.
Not to partake in any of these practices was an offence, an heinous
crime the Good Lord frowned at. Often times, it was accompanied by a
correctional lecture by the family’s head. We were, at other times
whipped severely and severally.
As a growing young man privileged to have come across a plethora of
literature relating to the concept of religion, I now understand that
religion can be viewed as a ritualistic mode of worship, can be viewed
as a man-to-his-god one on one relationship, can also be seen as a
bridge between the Cosmic nature of existence and humans.
I won’t choose any form of religion for anyone via this piece since I
believe that every man is for himself, thus has the liberty, the
freedom to worship in whatever way it pleases him/her. However, no
matter the option we decide to choose, it is imperative we include
logic in our doings and not be guided strictly by religious dogmas.
Recently, I was at one of the Iyana-Ipaja BRT terminals, queuing up
into a bus. While standing, I noticed a woman, in her mid forties
presumably, walking in company of a set of identical female twins,
they should be 8 or 9years of age.
They wore elegant and radiating outfits, they were a sight to behold.
However, I couldn’t look at those children- one had tears spiralling
down her eyes, the other wore a cold face of misery. Looking at them
was looking at the 234/276 missing school girls.
As I maintained my opposite gaze, rebellious and violent remarks from
pedestrians filled the air, ‘you wan kill am, he no go better for you,
you won’t eat the fruit of your labour’. Then, it dawned on me that
the woman had been inflicting the child with her palm for not singing
well in church.
The crying child now frightened one, upon seeing her supposedly
mother’s arm go up for another beating, ran to her opposite direction
to avoid the slap. Tragedy struck immediately, as she didn’t see the
motorcyclist coming her way. I bought an handkerchief, absorbed the
brewing tears from my eyes, then jumped into the bus.
I alighted couple of minutes later. Barely had I walked few metres
when three teens walked up to me to ‘solicit’ for transport fare that
will enable them get home. They wore nice outfits, so they could
obviously be telling the truth, hence, I gave them an amount that
could ferry them home. While they left, resounding, ‘Brother, thank
you’, I asked after their mother, ‘she has gone for evangelism.’ one
of them responded. The youngest of them added, ‘that’s how she’ll be
doing, we’ll be trekking every every day, she will not give us money.
Uncle, abi you know Pipeline? Shey it’s not far?’ I apologized on her
mother’s behalf and told them to catch the bus that just dropped off
passengers nearby.
‘Teenage rebellion’ was the phrase that came to mind after pondering
about the above scenarios. The rebellion would obviously start from
the home-the family(one of the children in the second situation had
even commence hers orally). The rebellion gradually grows as it comes
into the society. A gang of rebellious children would obviously come
to fore due to the subtle religious actions of their mothers. In most
cases, many of these children leave home with intent of not returning,
many become prodigals, others are conditioned to scolding,
maltreatment and torture becoming hardened criminals later on.
Mothers, we know you wish the best for us. We may not be aware of the
consequences of our intentions, actions and inactions. However, all we
want, all we need is for you to understand us.
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