Don’t kill yourself Life is a sweet honey The dead wish for its taste So why would you kill yourself? Don’t kill yourself Life is created for bliss That you won’t find in the other side Especially as you want to end your life yourself. Don’t kill yourself Life doesn’t have a spare Especially when suicide sowed a seed It has a destination of torment. Don’t kill yourself Though sometimes life maybe double-barreled A little suffering, a little joy Just endure, joy comes after mourning. Don’t kill yourself Only onto Him, cast your worries Because He cares for you And can do wonders to surprise your eyes. Don’t kill yourself The birds lack nothing The flowers lack no beauty Only Him feeds and beautifies them. He that knows each hair by name He that knows the stars He that makes rains Don’t you think He can make you better?

According to PUNCH, President Muhammadu Buhari  had on   Friday  debunked the allegations that his government has been marginalizing the Igbos. He said while he gave the South-East zone four substantive ministers, he could not take any decision on foreign policy and investments without the input of two of them. In a statement by his Special Adviser on Media and Publicity, Mr. Femi Adesina, the President spoke while receiving leaders from the region led by the Deputy Senate President, Ike Ekweremadu, at the Presidential Villa, Abuja. He said Buhari told his guests that while seven states in the North got Ministers of State in his administration, the South East got four substantive ministers.  “I gave South-East four substantive ministers in the Ministries of Foreign Affairs, Trade and Investment, Science and Technology and Labour. “Seven states in the North got ministers of state; and of the two ministries headed by your sons, I cannot take any decision on foreign policy

(A throw back on the martyred Somtochukwu Ibeanusi- a 10-year-old lad during Eke-Ukwu Owerri Market demolition and his immortalization) O, yes!  Mission accomplished Devil is your mentor But you're better than him Because you kill, you embalm While he steals, kills and destroys. You are holier than the seraphs Despite that they sing round the heavenly throne With their voices of innocence Still, they can't dare your holiness Because when you talk, mighty trees fall And mountains run For no one born of a woman has your conscience. ‘Pope is infallible’ in proclaiming the “Ex Cathedra But your infallibility cant be dared by even the holiest Pope Because you take decisions without looking back Even if the poor drowns in the ocean of penury While you merry in your holiness None is your business because they made you their king. My blood you spilled like rancid red oil Not respecting the gods of the market Anyway, you must have blinded them from seeing My