The Sting of Death

There is nothing like, “It’s just words.” “It is a harmless banter.”

Words are the most powerful weapons in the world
With them the world was made
With them nations are built up
With them men are stirred to war
With them men are stirred to cease fire

It is for lack of words that animals cannot organize and work in cohesion at any purpose.

Words are not to be taken lightly
Words hurt and break people
Words build up and mold people
Words are the currency of God

Words are the key to creation and the code into the realms of sound.
We must be very mindful of our words.

When one man started a radio broadcast using strong words to define Nigeria and whip up ethnic division and agitation in Nigeria, people said “It is just the words of a raving lunatic.”

The man’s words activated all sorts of unrest in that area of the country and has led to the death of many innocent souls all in the name of harmless words.

The words encouraged another one to rise in the south west claiming he is fighting for a people who didn’t ask him to.

The more the two of them spoke the more they turned the hearts of men to their empty words to the extent that the ears of kings and prominent people heard it too and some of them supported such words with resources of cash and kind; because chaos fits right into their political plans.

Words are not to be taken lightly.

The #EndSara# fraud was built by words.

I remember the day the lies and deceit gained momentum and how twitter was abuzz with mischief and lies; a lot of people profited from it by becoming sudden celebrities through their choice of words.

They pandered to the violence and supported it, urging the agitators to forge ahead until things went too far and then cashing out on their popularity off the disaster, getting endorsement deals and sitting face to face with politicians off the back of their new found status as influencers.

Words move people the way a remote control moves things.

Nobody should take the power of words lightly.

I adopted a young man in 2015
He is from the south east
I adopted him after the death of his father
His mother had mental challenges but I knew he could make something out of his life
He lived under my roof until he gained admission into the university
He is in final year now 

He calls me Daddy and I call him my son
The recent political back and forth between the Yorubas and the Igbos affected him so much that he assumed I might not want to sponsor his education anymore

He called me yesterday and said, “Please sir, don’t leave me or abandon me sir.” 

I was wondering where that came from
Then he said he and his friends were arguing and they said to him that Yorubas are traitors and would only support someone for a while before abandoning the person

He took their words literally and felt he should beg me in advance!

I was very disappointed but I got it.

I got the fact that the current political season has taken a divisive turn and ethnicity is now on the driving seat but the damage was done by words

I had words of my own
I asked him how I met him
He recounted the story
I asked him if I had ever given him any indication that I won’t be a father to him anymore

Did you get your allowance every month?
Did I send you a laptop even before you asked me?
What about your clothes?
Your younger brothers and sisters under my roof, what do they call you?

Have I ever discriminated between you and them?
Have I ever denied you anything?
Do you still know the password to my phones and ATM cards etcetera?
Have I ever changed them without informing you?
is there anything I should do better as a father?

At this point he remembered who he was and started apologizing!

I was not offended

I had played the same game with God many times when I felt unsure of his love and begun to think he had abandoned me or I was no longer worthy of his love

He always used words to bring me back to himself, reminding me that His love for me is enduring and reliable 

Unlike many people are speculating, I would have supported someone in this election if Professor Osinbajo got the APC ticket

I believe he is the perfect will of God for the country at this time
He didn’t get the ticket
That’s fine

I don’t walk in the acceptable or the good will 

So, I am not for or against any candidate

Any self-proclaimed prophet that says God said something to him is lying
The one that carried a flag and people held it with him and he began to speak tu tu tu British accent is a liar
He is not even close to being a prophet!

The spirit of prophecy is a spirit of encouragement

Nigerian churches need to grow in discernment so that all these guys asking people to pay $10000 dollars to learn the things of the spirit will be exposed for the fraud they are
Micky Bricks of the prophetic genre!

Let’s not manipulate each other with words

From here on it’s a game of numbers and chance
In a few months the acceptable of the current runners will emerge

Until then, let us not kill one another with hateful words and insults

There are glorious people in all the tribes in Nigeria and many of them are my friends and relatives

My older sister’s husband is from Ebonyi, my son is from Abia, I have in-laws from Enugu (my wife’s sisters in law and aunties)
My cousins are from Kaduna and Abuja
My brother @harrydaniyan is from Kebbi
Most of us can link our family tree this way

Even Donald Trump is now in the Nigerian family tree

Politics is important but we can only play it while we are alive and at peace

Let us always remember Rwanda and The Ife vs Modakeke unrests in Nigeria
Let us refuse to ruin great relationships with hurtful words just because we wanted something and might not have our way

The American model of politics we are practicing gave room for this sort of campaigns,
I understand that but we must play this politics better so that we don’t end up committing self-immolation

I love you

-GSW-