My Brother is: B: Brilliant | R: Respectful | O: Outstanding | T: Terrific | H: Honest | E: Entertaining | R: Remarkable.
Indeed, No TREASURE compares to the love of a brother. Slick, I thank God each and every day for giving me a brother like you. I want to thank you for being the best brother anyone could ever hope for.
On this special day, I pray that God blesses you with every good thing, with love, with luck, and with joy.
Thank you for that shirt which you never asked back, and while I am at it - Wishing you a wonderful birthday, dear brother.
Happy Birthday, Brother!
"The one who is gracious to the poor lends to the LORD, and the LORD will repay him for his good deed."
Tuesday 28th November will continue to be a memorable day in the city of Awka, Anambra State as the creative monster Comedian Yan Baba CEO Association of Baeless and Booless Persons in Nigeria (ABPN) in partnership with Benneth Joshua Foundation organized a movement tagged "GIVING BACK" [a visit to a motherless babies home]
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Comedian Yan Baba is not just a comedian but his generosity and kindness makes him undisputed.
Its believed that in life, we give not because we have much, rather giving is a lifestyle we should develop. As arranged, Comedian Yan Baba and entourage moved out with a simple goal and mindset, which we believe is for the cause and betterment of Humanity #GivingBack.
Many chose Religion, others chose selfishness. But Here is a man who chose Humanity above all. There is indeed nothing as fulfilling as putting a smile on someone's face and Comedian Yan Baba and his team made it possible on this Charity mission
This action actually brought so much respect for Yan Baba.
God bless everyone involved in this! Amen
More Photos From The Movement Below
And how did I end up being your citizen?
How did you fall from being then Lion of Africa to a tamed Lamb sporting a toothless mouth?
A country presumably foreseen to be a land to flow with Milk and Honey but now flows freely and daily with the blood of the injured, the maimed and the slain, A country with enough thorns to tear our human skin to shreds, a country where we smile halfheartedly because we know that nothing good lasts the night here.
The local trader in the market in Osun State has nothing to look forward to, nothing worthwhile to do, no food even under her table, the only thing in her bank account is her account Number, the woman who woke up this morning with high hopes that the day would end well, the woman who woke up with 500 naira in her pocket and went about her daily hustle to put food on the table of herself and children but came back with 100 naira and tears, the Woman who eats HOPE everyday and feeds same to her Family, How did she become a Nigerian?
The local laborer at Ogbo Mmanu Onitsha, who has over 6 children and a wife to fend for, who sleeps with the cries of hunger ringing from the lips of his children and wakes up to the incessant nags of his frustrated wife. A man who toils day in day out to send his children to the local schools in the vicinity and still they get thrown out almost every term because their father could not pay the mandatory 200 naira PTA levy imposed on them not because he isn’t a caring father but because the means isn’t there, How did he become a Nigerian?
The robber on the streets of Lagos who’s the 8th son in a family of 12, without an education and a single skill, who decided to man up and seek greener pastures on the street of Lagos only to realize that the only place green in Nigeria is the national Flag. Now left with no choice than to seek “Arms from his brother in Alms” and off he goes killing and maiming not because that was what he choose for himself, but because that was the only available means of survival, how did he become a Nigerian?
What of the fisherman in Niger Delta, the one whose water in which he fishes for his daily bread has been repeatedly and permanently polluted by the reckless activities of the Oil companies and have been left with little or no means to fend for himself and feeling neglected and frustrated by the nonchalant activities of the government have resolved to picking up arms and militating everywhere for their voice to be heard, How did he become a Nigerian?
How did the Military man, who is sworn to defend the nation but then go about bullying , intimidating and
How did the herdsmen, those who go grazing on the farmlands of sustenance farmers because the feel that they being of the Elite favored tribe are invincible and when challenged by the owners of the land take up their grazing tools and annihilate a whole community and nothing is being done to them. How did they become Nigerians?
The pregnant 21 year old lady in Abia state who is contemplating Aborting her child not because she wants to, but because she feels the future of her child is already in danger for being a Nigerian, How did she become a Nigerian?
What of the conductor who was killed by the police man at the checkpoint for not giving bribe of 20 naira and the case was hurriedly hushed up because he it wasn’t the death of an Elite but a “Nobody”, How did he end up being a Nigerian?
#NOW WHAT OF
The Politician in Imo State, the one seen roasting corn and picking ujp filthy children from the gutters once every four years when the power of the PVC is needed and the voice of the masses is prominent, the one who killed a little boy while demolishing a market and named a street after the boy, How did he become a Nigerian?
The erstwhile Oil minister who within a couple of years of heading the oil sector siphoned billions of dollars from the nation without due process, thereby enriching her herself and family lineage to the 20000th generation, how did she become a Nigerian?
The senator in the federal house who’s wardrobe allowance alone is enough to feed the whole of the nation and whose car allowance is enough to reshuffle positively the state of the economy but then they keep enriching themselves to the detriment of the masses, How did he become a Nigerian?
What of the Law enforcement agencies who daily arrest and confiscate millions of naira and then recycle the money straight to the coffers of the almighty at the top, who have no respect for due process and the constitution and who feel they are invincible to the happenings of the poor masses, How did they become Nigerians?
Me right now, studying hard to better myself and gain more qualifications in order to compete with my peers and get a well paid job which sadly already has been reserved and rationed out to the high and mighty since time immemorial, How did I become a Nigerian?😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢
How did You Become a Nigerian??
Written by
for
Association of Baeless/Booless Persons in Nigeria [ABPN].
You have life, you breath in daily, you see the sunset and the sunrise, you see the lilies and the rose, you perceive the fragrance of ointments and lotions, you taste honeys and nectar, The warmth of nature embraces you on a daily all that I wanted to feel too but you cut it short and gave me a Pill
Like you I had dreams and aspirations chief among them is to be the very best I can and wipe away what you perceive as shame and stigma but in actual fact is a blessing that came in the guise of me. I wanted to make you proud, wanted to feel your embrace just like you felt your moms, wanted to be tickled, played with and tucked into bed at night. I wanted to experience life in your arms, all I ever needed from you was love and all you gave me was a Pill.
I was forming beautifully; you needed to see my eyes so soulful, my limbs so chubby, my hair, so silky and my mouth so cute. I waited for the day I will be born so that I will open my eyes, gaze at you for the first time and whisper the magic words MaMa, I was ecstatic with joy that I will see the world and I thought you would be happy with me, and when I thought all was well You gave me a pill.
On the 2nd week I decided to show myself and give you the good news that you are with child, I tickled your side and made you throw up, I was so happy and I did it again and again. Finally Mama must have gotten the message that am inside of her cruising in comfort but she obviously thought it was malaria.
On the 3rd week you went to the hospital because you felt that you needed medical attention to treat this reoccurring malaria, a test was run on you and the good news of my existence was broken to you, you’re going to be a mother. I was filled with joy and happiness that alas Mama knows she’s not sick but bundled with a package of joy within her.
I remember the week you told dad that am growing inside of you and how instead of being happy he freaked out and made you cry, he was worried that he couldn’t sustain a child at this stage of his life but how can he be so certain when he hasn’t even tried it before?? How can he jump into such a conclusion??
And you Mom were crying that you couldn’t face your mom, my grandma and tell her about me, you were scared she’ll kill you, but how can she kill you when you are bringing life into this world? Life that she brought in too when she carried you years ago? After much tears you decided to KILL ME, Your Son, you didn’t even seek my opinion, you decided to end my life even before it started, you decided to judge me in the light of the evil the land has, you decided to Commit MURDER instead of being a MOTHER
The morning you gave me this pill, I trusted you and opened my mouth and took it in, After some hours my stomach starts to boil, my eyes turns peppery, my heart starts beating irregularly, am in so much pain, am suffocating, and then I realized you’ve Poisoned me, You’ve killed me.
But before I breath my last am going to go with your WOMB, because I won’t want any Child to feel what I felt, and when I get to heaven, I’ll tell God about the Hell you made me pass through and make sure that no child comes your way again for you are not fit to be a MOTHER, You’re a MURDERER.
SAY NO TO ABORTION
Written by
Association of Baeless/Booless Persons in Nigeria (ABPN)
#ABPNsaysNoToAbortion
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