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CNN

http://edition.cnn.com/2016/03/23/africa/innoson-nigeria-jet-parts/



The grinding conflict between the Nigerian state and Boko Haram insurgents has exacted a devastating human and economic toll over the past six years.
But for Nigeria’s first car manufacturer, the crisis may represent an opportunity.
The Nigerian Air Force (NAF) recently announced a partnership deal with Innoson Vehicle Manufacturing (IVM), which will see the company supply spare parts for jets conducting airstrikes against the insurgents.
“The ingenious effort by IVM is instrumental to the continued operation of the Alpha Jets,” NAF spokesperson Ayodele Famuyiwa said of the deal. “IVM helped to save the day when help was not forthcoming from abroad.”

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http://ourtimeiscome.com/2016/03/25/nigerias-first-car-maker-takes-to-the-skies-in-fighter-jets/


Friends in high places

The air force reached out to Innoson in 2015, as it faced increasing difficulty with the import of vital parts such as brake pads. The deal was struck after a series of site visits around the country.
“The army came to our factories in many states,” says Innoson spokesperson Cornel Osigwe. “They saw we had the capacity.”
IVM, part of the Innoson Group owned by billionaire Innocent Chukwuma, started producing commercial vehicles such as coaches in 2007, before launching a range of private cars in 2014 — the first to carry a “Made in Nigeria” seal.
The offshoot company now employs over 7,000 people and has capacity to produce 10,000 cars a year. It is hoped that the partnership with NAF could help the business expand further.
“The attention is providing a big boost for the company,” says Osigwe.
Innoson has gained several new clients since the deal, according to the spokesperson, including the National Assembly. Leading politicians such as Senator Ben Murray-Bruce have offered strong .

Osigwe hopes that high profile ers will help the company make inroads with the wider public.
“If the government patronize Innoson, individuals and companies will follow,” he says.

Home advantage

As Nigeria continues to suffer from falling oil revenues that are devaluing its currency, the Naira, the government is making efforts to build up the domestic manufacturing sector and reduce dependency on imports.

The government-promoted Twitter campaign #BuyNaijaToGrowTheNaira has been enthusiastically adopted by the public, trending on several occasions over the past month.
Innoson has featured prominently in the campaign, with indications that the company is gaining recognition.
A recent poll from news site YNaija showed that 60% of respondents would choose the Nigerian-made cars.
IVM is now seeking to capitalize on the current momentum. The company is planning to increase its manufacturing capacity from 10,000 to 50,000 vehicles per year, including of new, lower cost cars to reach a broader market.
Collaboration with the NAF will also expand for research and supply. As patriotism grows across Nigeria, this could prove a crucial selling point.

America : Becoming An Embarassment.

http://ourtimeiscome.com/2016/03/15/america-becoming-an-embarasment/

Living in a third world country we have all too often been lectured by the United States on the principles of democracy and the will of the people. U.S President Barack Obama, in his last visit to Africa spent a great deal of time lecturing African leaders on true democratic governance, respecting the will of the people and not interfering with the electoral process. African countries have all too often been subject to economic sanctions over ”electoral malpractices”. As the proverbial saying goes ”This is a case of pot calling kettle black.

The United States of America is arguably the most ired and imitated country in human history, and as such its political elections are followed by millions around the world. In the past couple of months the world has witnessed with dismay unrelenting attacks against the GOP front runner Donald Trump. From the mainstream media to the political establishment Donald Trump has been subjected to biased one sided propaganda attacks despite the fact that the overwhelming majority of the electorate want Donald Trump. As the attacks grow in intensity so too does his poll numbers which has seen him win State after State. This has the political establishment on both sides (Demorat and Republican) utterly confused, in disarray and determined to bring him own even if it means disenfranchising millions of Americans voters.

Today (March 15 2016) as Americans go to the polls there are already reports of electoral irregularities in Florida, a delegate rich state. A win in Florida might make Trumps path to nomination unstoppable. There are reports of technical glitches and logistical mishaps in polling booths in Florida. Voters in the Orlando suburb were turned away over unavailability of ballot boxes. There are reports of Donald Trumps name not being on the majority of ballots at some polling stations. Florida is of strategic importance to any candidate wishing to win the nomination. Florida’s primary has 99 delegates up for grabs in its winner-take-all contest. So far Trump has 460 of the 1,237 delegates needed to win the nomination outright.

The world is watching in total dismay as America, the bastion of democracy openly tries to rig and derail the election of a man the establishment hates and the people love. This reminds me of Florida in 2001 when George Bush had the election rigged in his favour in the State of Florida against Al-Gore. It is becoming evident the Establishment elite is out to disenfranchise millions of American voters, if that is what it takes to prevent Donald Trump from winning the Republican nomination. This is borderline wrong and anyone who believes the ”technical glitches” explanation deserves to be disenfranchised in any case.

America, the land of the free is drowning in the same corruption she arrogantly accuses world growing democracies of engaging in. The total disrespect of the American constitution and disregard of the wishes of the American people and the corruption of the political system by greedy Wallstreet and Special Interest lobbyist is unparalleled in American history. The disturbing aspect of all this is that the effort by these corrupt cronies,aided by the media (CNN) to bring down Donald Trump is so brazen that they throw it smack right in the face of the American public.

It is unbelievable. The American establishment along with its corrupt co-hort, the media should let the people decide for themselves.

Personally two of my brothers were killed fighting Boko Harm. My childhood friend who is a Captain in the Nigeria Army is still out there fighting, from Yola to Maiduguri, he fights on, with countless others like him. As they fight, most folks sit at home to play politics, religion and tribalism with Boko Haram.

Things seemed to be going well until northern politicians brought religion into politics like never before. With the return of democracy in 1999, the northern politician’s sensed that the young Muslims needed more in of the expansionist Islam they have been taught. So the politicians cashed in on this. They promised the people they will deliver theocracy if voted into power.



How did we get here?

In the beginning when Boko Haram started; I mean the beginning when the bombs began to drop, the beginning when humans started detonating bombs and killing themselves in the process. In that beginning, Nigerians went into denial mode. They denied it was even happening. Then they denied that any Nigerian will ever agree to be a suicide bomber.

But this was not the real beginning.

At the height of this terrorism, the northern elders, and parents denied their children. They can’t be theirs. They can’t be Muslims. Then who are they? Who are these young men and women who blow up churches and mosques? Who are these people who kill students and wipe out villages and towns in the name of Allah? Who are these terrorists who attack schools and abduct young girls, forcefully convert them and marry them away? Who are the Boko Haram guys?

This takes us to the real beginning.

It began with a religion. No matter how we all want to pretend. The truth is that for a long time now there has been a certain extreme version of Islam being preached in the northern part of Nigeria. Our children and youths have been taught to uphold Islam intolerant of other religions. They have been told to brook no nonsense when it comes to dealing with other views and criticism of their religion.

They learnt well.

They burnt churches and massacred Christians in defense of Islam. When one idiot in Denmark draws the Holy Prophet Mohammed, Muslims in northern Nigeria will burn churches and kill Christians in Kano who don’t even know where Denmark is on the world map. To protest against Nigeria hosting the Miss World Beauty Pageant, Muslims will burn churches, kill Christians and burn their homes. When these were going on the Muslim elders didn’t deny their children; the elders will just offer a weak public rebuke and apology.

Things seemed to be going well until northern politicians brought religion into politics like never before. With the return of democracy in 1999, the northern politician’s sensed that the young Muslims needed more in of the expansionist Islam they have been taught. So the politicians cashed in on this. They promised the people they will deliver theocracy if voted into power.

The politicians promised to deliver theocracy if given the instruments of democracy. They were voted on this promise. And that marked officially the beginning of Boko Haram. All those stunts about introducing Sharia in Zamfara and other northern states were insincere efforts of the politicians trying to fulfill their campaign promises.

But the truth is that no one can deliver theocracy using the instrumentality of democracy. Democracy is not designed like that. One is exclusive while the other is inclusive. The both can’t work together. Democracy can’t deliver Sharia just like a goat can’t deliver a dog.

The people waited patiently for the politicians to fulfil their promises. They waited for the day when churches will be proscribed, Christianity banned and Christians exiled from their region. This never happened. This will never happen. This cannot happen under the arrangement called Nigeria.

But theocracy is not the only thing they failed to deliver. They failed to deliver even the dividends of democracy. They left their people in abject poverty and sorrowful ignorance. The North East is the most backward region of Nigeria. Poverty and deprivation coupled with ignorance provided a massive crowd of frustrated people for the Boko Haram recruiters to indoctrinate.

Then the explanations began. The politicians tried their best to explain to their mammoth ers why they can’t have an all Muslim region. The people couldn’t understand. They couldn’t understand why this democracy can’t just disappear for sharia to take hold. They just couldn’t understand why they have to be forced to endure other elements… elements they have been told for decades are infidels and inferior.

Most young Muslims believed this Muslim politicians were taught the same things they were taught. They should want Sharia too. They are governors, ministers and president; why can’t they just declare Nigeria an Islamic Republic and force everyone to convert or leave? As the politicians try to explain why this is not possible, the people started suspecting something: too much western education, too much book must be responsible for messing with the minds and all the Islamic teachings of these Muslim leaders.

That’s why they shouted Boko Haram: western education is a sin. Boko Haram is a cry of betrayal and rebellion. It began as a cry against perceived betrayal. It’s a cry against broken promises. Since the elites have failed to deliver sharia through the instrumentality of democracy, our brothers decided to take it through violence.

Jihad has been the only way they were taught anyway. This is the way they would have taken long ago if the political elites have not promised to deliver sharia through political means. Since the politicians have failed, they was no stopping them. They began by attacking the infidels hoping to win the of the elites. The couldn’t come, because as earlier pointed out, the arrangement of the Nigeria State makes such a impossible to come.

This is the truth the elites have kept away from the commoners in the north for ages: religion is just a tool conveniently used to manipulate the poor and promote the selfish interests of the elites. When this deceit dawned on the Boko Haram marauders, they turn their weapons of death on their own brothers too. The dragons they have nurtured began to destroy them.

This is when the denials began. While Boko Haram kept claiming they are Muslims, their Muslim brothers kept saying a true Muslim won’t kill a fellow Muslim. What do we expect from those who have been taught to feel superior and consider others as infidels? People who have been taught anger, bitterness and intolerance?

When Boko Haram abducted over 300 school girls from their school in Chibok and forced them into marriages, every Muslim pretended to be shocked. Why? What is the difference between what they did and what has been going on for years in the north? The Boko Haram have watched all their lives how teenage girls and children are forced into marriage, converted to Islam against their will, raped and divorced after getting terrible diseases.

So who do we want to fool that abduction and forced marriage is something alien to the Muslim north? Even emirs and top politicians have been fingered in kidnaping of children and teenagers and marrying them. And if anyone dares to speak out, you will be branded an enemy of Islam. Meanwhile Islamic countries like Egypt has laws that prohibit child marriage. So who are we fooling?

Boko Haram is what you get when religious extremists are allowed to turn children into fanatics and robots. It is what you get when religious messages are laced with rumors and half-truths. It is what you get when young people are taught intolerance of other religions. And this is not just about Islam. No religion is immune. The mad days of the Catholic Church when those who disagree with the church were burnt at the stake and the Crusades are testimonials to this assertion.

Our gallant Armed Forces are on the march, defeating the Boko Haram insurgents. We salute them. But this is just the beginning of the end. The end of the beginning doesn’t necessarily lie in the hands of the Armed Forces; in lies in the hands of parents, teachers and politicians. Let’s halt this extremist interpretation of Islamic teachings. Let’s stop the shameful act of using religion to excuse sexual perversion. Let’s stop using religion for political aggrandizement.

No matter what your pastor or imam tells you, the day will never come when this world will be all Muslims or all Christians. Let’s stop killing in the name of God. If your God is truly that powerful he won’t need your help that much. Don’t let the politicians fool you, the instruments of democracy can never be used to deliver the utopia of theocracy. Man cannot even deliver theocracy.

Let’s rebuild the North East. Let’s build Nigeria. Let’s live together. Let’s focus on.......

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http://ourtimeiscome.com/2016/03/08/boko-haram-the-begining-if-the-end-the-end-of-the-begining/

kaakulator3:


I guess I made a serious mistake contributing.Please clear your post

Thanks

oop. Thought you were referring to me in that comment, i see now it is the got you were referring to. Sorry.

kaakulator3:
[s][/s]

The people chasing you are active 24 hours. Bro, you need serious help I swear to God

Your case is severe lol.

Yah, but look at me. I am standing. Do no mistake anger for self pity. But hey, i did not ask for this, so dont put a mocking spin on it, lest you find yourself in a similar situation.

GworoChewinMaga:


See your life....


Why are you playing the victim?

Fix your life

Only you can

Do you know why people like you are losers? because in your comments i can see you are mentally weak. Have you experienced personality disorders or Touretts syndrom before? Someone like you would have jumped off the cliff long ago. I have dealt with 5 of the most severe disorders since the age of 10. Do you know what that means? The fact i am able to manage it this long in a society that is clueless about mental health issues shows i am probably a better and far stronger person that you are. What have you achieved in life?

GworoChewinMaga:


When are you going to transit to a woman?

After you transit yourself.

Bugatie:


This is serious

Hey, if life has decided na me sin so i have to be punished no wahala.I have no control over that.

LordAdam:


I'm okay. Mynd44 is the of the Politics section. The guy dey make me para.

To your reply. Anger and depression have the same effect, one is just louder than the other.

If you don't sulk it up, and keep a level head the anger will eat you up.

I'm no psychologist and I can't ask you to live your life the way I do (I'm no model). What I can only tell you is that getting angry at life is a fu**ed up thing to do. The b*tch doesn't care. You are one of 7 billion people it's screwing everyday.

If you let yourself stay down, it's all on you.

-Lord

Go back and deliver this message to life : Bleep you

Bugatie:


Make a decision to get your best out of life bros. Fortunes will smile on you no doubt.

Like the poster above said, take ownership of your life and let go of past experiences.

Am happy you're not depressed but angry, that's enough to spur you to action.

All the best.

I am not the owner of my life God is. I do not hold on to past experiences, rather i bless those who hurt me. I am swift to forgive. What does not deserve is the way the world works. What kind of world protects the evil does yet allow the good guys go through a hell of an experience..is that normal to you? Do you have any idea what having just ONE of those conditions will do to you? especially in 3rd world shit hole called Nigeria where mental heath and its understanding is non existent... it is bad enough having one,.. i have FIVE. FIVE. I am tired, i dont give a Bleep anymore. If this is how life wants it, it can as well take my middle finger. Bleep this world.

..... Stupid useless world.

Stupid bleeped up world we call home. If this planet is not twisted the innocent will not be the ones to suffer. Look at Syria, it is the innocent women and children who suffer for a war they did not ask for. Our world is bleeped. Those who disagrees needs to have their head examined

LordAdam:
@Yinka, stop bitching about your life. Take control of your life and never stop trying until your last breath.

Happen to life. Never let life happen to you, you'd never like what it'll do to you!

PS: Mynd44, Mynd44, Mynd44, how many times I call you so? Hmmm! You know say you don shyt for church ba?

-Lord

Whats Mynd44? you sure you okay? I am not letting life get to me, i do not wallow in self pity. If you read my posts you will see i am angry, not depressed. Angry. Angry at this twisted world were the bad and evil basically live a happy life while the good always have to deal with one thing or another. What kind stuupid world is this?

I will not waste you peoples time by writing a ton of dramatic stories. Ill cut to the chase. My name is Yinka, I reside in Surulere Lagos

I am suffering from the following (ONLY ME)

I suffered incomprehensible emotional and phsyical abuse by my dad growing up. For a child this creates lack of confidence and fear, i mean real stark fear. For that reason being bullied in school was a way of life. It led to BPD

Borderline Personality Disorder.

Tourette Syndrome.

over sensitivity.

Lack of family as a result of being seen as a write off, an embarrassment.

After tumultuous years of suffering i against all expectations made it in life and for the first time i had the respect i deserve, with respect comes confidence. Just when i was starting to experience and enjoy life to the fullest i have recently been struck by the following :

Extreme bad breath. (very extreme).
PATM Syndrom.
Spiritual attack.

As a result i dont have friends anymore. My girlfriend, gone. Friends , gone. Family , never existed. I went to my friends place to the night. I woke up seeing 4 beautiful curvy girls in the house, all eating, drinking and having fun, while i was practically locked in my room so i do not embarrass them with my bad breath.

What kind of stupid and unjust world is this? I have never killed anybody, I do not worship idols, i am benevolent to a fault, despite my traumatic upbringing i do not hold grudges against anybody, i and help those that have hurt me in this past. Yet i have to live my life in constant everyday psychological pain. Meanwhile there are robbers, murderers, criminals, ritualsts, idol worshipers out there yet they seem to live a normal life? What have i done to be subjected to life like this? I sick and tired of having to struggle day to day just to keep a mental balance, not to mention trying to make a living in between. I hate this world, I hate our stupid world were criminals and evil doers are idolied and live a normal life while the good guys end up having to suffer. There is something wrong with this world/ The embarrassment one faces makes me want to lock myself inside my room and throw away the keys, but even that is too late. I was kicked out by my Landlord 2 days ago.

I hate having to live like this. I am not greedy, all i want is to live a normal life like everybody, when is this torment and struggle going to end? When will the good guys once again b the happy and fulfilled ones?

Take away Israel and Iran has the most powerful armed forces in the Middle East. Iran spends $11 billion a year on its military, just $4 billion more than the Nigerian armed forces (this puts into perspective the scale of the corruption and lootery that has bedeviled Nigeria’s military for a decade) yet the difference between both armed forces is like night and day.

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https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/17/accessing-irans-military-capability/

Three Iranian lawmakers have called for action amid the deadly violence against the Shia community in Nigeria at the hands of the African country’s military.

Nigerian soldiers on Saturday opened fire on.....

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https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/17/iranian-military-hardliners-call-for-intervention-in-nigeria-after-anti-shia-violence/

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/17/iran-threatened-revenge-amnesty-international-was-quick-to-condemn-the-nigerian-army-they-should-see-this/

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/17/iran-nigeria-showdown-accessing-nigerias-current-military-capabilities/

Iranian foreign ministry calls deadly clashes between Nigerian army and Shia Muslim movement "unacceptable"...

Read more.

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/16/iran-threatens-nigeria-with-reprisal-attacks/

ANGOLA has overtaken Nigeria as Africa’s number one crude oil producer as Nigerian production fell by about 250,000 barrels a day during the course of November in what appears to be a deliberate government policy to reduce output. Traditionally, Nigeria has produced...

Continue reading..
https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/16/nigeria-in-decline-angola-overtakes-nigeria-once-again-as-africas-biggest-oil-producer/

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/15/protest-on-the-streets-of-iran-against-nigeria/

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/15/can-nigeria-survive-what-is-to-come/

Specifically, the Kurdish women that are coming to fight them.

The Women’s Protection Units (YPJ) are the female branch of the People’s Protection Units, the rebel militia fighting ISIS in Syria.

The women told CNN that ISIS is scared of them because, “they believe that if someone from Daesh is killed by a girl, a Kurdish girl, they won’t go to heaven.”.....

Continue reading..

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/15/female-fighters-say-the-men-of-isis-are-terrified-of-getting-killed-by-a-girl/

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/15/donald-trump-bans-disease-from-his-body/

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/15/watch-surprising--by-muslim-american-shafia-says-the-west-is-ignorant-and-trump-is-right/

Whats your take on this latest development?

oduastates:
Check my post from December last year. I said exactly the same thing.

Can you provide the link?

It is only a matter of time, unless.......

https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/14/nigeria-is-sitting-on-a-tickling-timebomb-as-isis-makes-libya-its-backup-capital/

Africa's very own Dubai.
https://ourtimeiscome./2015/12/13/3080/

[b]This has brought me solace in knowing I am not alone after all, I am not just some weird entity but there are people just like me put there, suffering in silence. I am 30 years old.

I was born into a the most disfunctional home no child should grow up in. I grew up with my dad and never got to meet my mother until far into my teens. My dad, intelligent, extremely principled and benevolent was also the most vicious and sadistic father I have ever met. I grew up living in absolute fear of my father, emphasis on the word "absolute". Unlike my friends I never had a mother and W's often mocked for it. At school I cook up stories about having a mother and tell nonexistent stories of my mom just to feel among. I never had motherly care and love.

My father most timesuccessful blame me for his woes and never shy aware of telling me how worthless I am,this was before I was even 10 years old yet I vividly the cold wards, they are forever etched in my memory. Lacking in motherly care and livING with a father the pain and fear I felt made me lose so muche weight. When everhe is mad or any he takes it out on me. I him telling me to my face to "just look at your self, you look like someone who has AIDS", the disgust on his face all too real I shudder. He lost his joband as usual I am to blame. I was the poorest guyboth at home and in school. My school uniform was so dirty and patched that I wake up very early, as early as 6 rush to school (schoold resumes just to avoid the embarrassing stare I get romantic anyone whother sees me. I get to school I hide in class while others go tot he assembly field juSt so I won't be laughed at. While others wear sandals I wear two different legs of bathroom slippers, sometimes I go barefooted. Lacking in friends and care my self esteem was rock bottom.

If I do wrong he metts his anger my having me take off my cloths,lie on the table then he brings out a very thick rubber pipe with sharp geometric patterns, I don't even want to the excruciating pain. Failure for him to secure a job he wentinto substitence farming and as usual drags me along. If I mess up in farm he uses thick twigs with so much force on me like his life depended on it. We work long hours under the hot sun from 8 am to 6 pm every fucking day. Holding a cutlass and hoe while going to farm I my classmates who just laugh. At this point I was arguably the most miserable guy in the history of this planet but in my age I could not understand why my life was so different, why I couldn't be like my friends. At home at the creak of his door opening I go I to panic mode by default. It's so bad i stutter ,it takes me nearly 20 seconds to say" good morning dad", I am lucky if his response doesn't come with a mighty slap. I could not figure out why I could speak normal to anybody but in the presence of my dad I just can't stop stammering, it feels so mechanical I cannot control it.

At the age of 12 I have had enough,I woke up one morning an decided enough is enough, I am not going to school to be mocked at again because I had no shoes, I took my nag and some cloths and ran away from home. I had no idea where I was going I just knew anywhere will be better than this evil place I call hoke. It was this time I experienced first hand the word "walking in circles".I trekked and trekked and trekked without food or water till it was dark, I knew I was going in circles because I kept seeing the same ole Mr Biggs signboard no mater what route I take.

It was during this experience I knew first hand a God exists and he loves me. At about 9:30 pm going on ten, after walking such distance without food I came across some group of guys, or men I should say. They asked where I was going, I lied I was headed home but missed my way hence....I could see the surprise on his face...A 12 year old kid walking around the streets of Lagos LOST.He took me home, gave me somehting to eat and allowed me sleep on a his bed. May God forever bless that man where ever he is. Next morning he woke me up and the I was again walking. Now by this time I was very tired, hungry and helpless but this was paradise compared to where I call home. I decided to sit on a pavement to rest before continuing my journey to "Neverland" and lo and behold there was my dad's friend. ShIt !!. In shock and horror I attempted running away but I wasneed fast enough, he grabbed me by the arm, all I could do was scream "he wants to kill me, let me go". We boarded a bus and 9 ft we went. ,, the closer we got to home the more difficult it became for me to breath. I was petrified, scared ShIt and panic. For the sake of time I will cut this short.

Barely days after returning home I knew I was in for a rough timestimate. To my suprise and relief he did not give me the take off your cloths lie down treatment. He stares at me in he face with us here disgust and contempt I wish the ground could open up and swallow me whole. Without a job the economic realities of Nigeria was really hitting home. We ate oncentre a day and that is under the blistering sun in the farm labouring like slave while my mates are in scool. He spits on my face when he's mad and lay punches on my face like we were in a boxing ring. I can only run and when I do he roots out his machette, this was the period I knew I had the potential to be anotified athlete, a sprinter. On several occasions he tells me to face how his friend or father (which ever, can't be sure) was in his farm with histrouble son and one day he decide to kill his son and Burry him there without anyone knowing, then he beats his chest and tels me to my face "I CAN DO THAT".

There are times he tells me to go and commit suicide because I am worthless, a non entity. He once told me to my face "YOU WILL DIE YOUNG OR GO TO PRISON BEFORE YOU ARE 20, I AM NOT SWEARING FOR YOU, BUT THAT IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE USELLIS!" I have twin brothers ( I am the first son) who treated me like an slowpoke. Years of seeing my dad insult and demean me mad them lose respect for me. I am ganged up against and fought. The list of abuse is endless and if I am to state them one by one it will take me a whole day.

However the first time I knew I was seriously different was when I was out with my younger brother, seeing his classmates he distances himself fromy me. Weird the brim conversation between them both went like this"

Friend:Hey,where are you going? So this is your brother.
Brother: No pop, how can this one be my brother.
Friend: laughs, why are you lieing , is he not your brother?
Brother: No, how can this one be my brother.

Ha!there i was standing in embarassment watching the drama unfold. Yearso of hunger, pain and emotinal distress has made me look like the most horrible looking return ever made, think, sunken eyes, someone once told me when he looks I to my eyes I seem lost, dejected. I must have behaved abnormal or odd sometimes but without even knowing it, I could for a mad man and one wouldn't be too wrong. So the I was, ugly, hungry,in pain and one to ask for help I quietly resigned to my fate. Everyone called me "born throway, abnormal, slowpoke,". I was written off as one with no prospect, no future, no potential. My brothers were the stars, I on the other hand was the embarrassment.

But, GOD loves. I am not a saint, I barely even go to church, but neither am I a bad person. I am benevolent, I hate to see people get hurt but I was always at the receiving end of the unimaginable emotional pain and suffErin. I endured growing up. My mom has been living abroad since she left my dad when I was at the age of two, so after all these years she established communication with us and made plans to come back home. I was never privy of her coming, no one bothered telling me until I was 3 days to her arrival, yes I was this "worthless in the eyes of my family".when she came we met her at the airport. Going home the steady stare of my own mom made me contemplate suicide, it was official I was the most worthless and weird piece of ShIt, a freak of nature, as is the custom my brother got PlayStation 3 game console, the other one a camcoder, my nephew (momssister) a Toshiba Laptop,.......then me, A short sleeve shirt with the word Aloha write all over it.

Enter the present:

God decided to intervene in my life in the year 2007. To save you the details and time I metarmofoused from a low life unloved freak of nature to a guy everybody wants to hang around with. I never quite understood why God W's being so nice to me, I hardly attend church services, I was not born again but the blessings came pouring me it mystifies me even to this very day as i type these words. In one stroke I have become the richest man in the history of my family and I mean every word I said, it is not an exaggeration. With God giving new found financial clout started having confidence and as my confidence grew so did my physical appearance. I went from UG-LEE to Brad Pitt. Despite the past I love my family and never hesitated to help each and every one. I boughthink a car worth N4.5 million and invested on my family, fixing the house, taking care of financial issues. ..at a point I gave my dad N20, 000 every 3 days for no particular reason, just so he can do whatever he likes with it. I send one to my mom abroad. Generally everyone around me is always happy.

Conclusion:

While I have forgiven my family and will never hold them able nor use my financI also clout as payback it is extremely hard to forget, it is etched forger in my head and years ofabuse, hurt, tears and pain has greatly affected my life. I have no girlfriend because I have borderline personality disorder, in essence I amight overtly too sensitive yeto emotional cold. I shower them with the good things of life but shy away from emotions. I do not know how toften emotionally connnect with a girl because I have never had that kind of connection. I have no friend because everybody thinks I am weird and too sensitive. I flare up over the slightest spark. Swift to anger, swift to forgive I have no emotional connection to anyone in the 7 billion people populated planet. I have no emotional tie to my dad, mom, family and friends. People who come close to me doit for the material gain and when they get what they want the dThis has brought me solace in knowing I am not alone after all, I am not just some weird entity but there are people just like me put there, suffering in silence. I am 30 years old.

I was born into a the most disfunctional home no child should grow up in. I grew up with my dad and never got to meet my mother until far into my teens. My dad, intelligent, extremely principled and benevolent was also the most vicious and sadistic father I have ever met. I grew up living in absolute fear of my father, emphasis on the word "absolute". Unlike my friends I never had a mother and W's often mocked for it. At school I cook up stories about having a mother and tell nonexistent stories of my mom just to feel among. I never had motherly care and love.

My father most timesuccessful blame me for his woes and never shy aware of telling me how worthless I am,this was before I was even 10 years old yet I vividly the cold wards, they are forever etched in my memory. Lacking in motherly care and livING with a father the pain and fear I felt made me lose so muche weight. When everhe is mad or any he takes it out on me. I him telling me to my face to "just look at your self, you look like someone who has AIDS", the disgust on his face all too real I shudder. He lost his joband as usual I am to blame. I was the poorest guyboth at home and in school. My school uniform was so dirty and patched that I wake up very early, as early as 6 rush to school (schoold resumes just to avoid the embarrassing stare I get romantic anyone whother sees me. I get to school I hide in class while others go tot he assembly field juSt so I won't be laughed at. While others wear sandals I wear two different legs of bathroom slippers, sometimes I go barefooted. Lacking in friends and care my self esteem was rock bottom.

If I do wrong he metts his anger my having me take off my cloths,lie on the table then he brings out a very thick rubber pipe with sharp geometric patterns, I don't even want to the excruciating pain. Failure for him to secure a job he wentinto substitence farming and as usual drags me along. If I mess up in farm he uses thick twigs with so much force on me like his life depended on it. We work long hours under the hot sun from 8 am to 6 pm every fucking day. Holding a cutlass and hoe while going to farm I my classmates who just laugh. At this point I was arguably the most miserable guy in the history of this planet but in my age I could not understand why my life was so different, why I couldn't be like my friends. At home at the creak of his door opening I go I to panic mode by default. It's so bad i stutter ,it takes me nearly 20 seconds to say" good morning dad", I am lucky if his response doesn't come with a mighty slap. I could not figure out why I could speak normal to anybody but in the presence of my dad I just can't stop stammering, it feels so mechanical I cannot control it.

At the age of 12 I have had enough,I woke up one morning an decided enough is enough, I am not going to school to be mocked at again because I had no shoes, I took my nag and some cloths and ran away from home. I had no idea where I was going I just knew anywhere will be better than this evil place I call hoke. It was this time I experienced first hand the word "walking in circles".I trekked and trekked and trekked without food or water till it was dark, I knew I was going in circles because I kept seeing the same ole Mr Biggs signboard no mater what route I take.

It was during this experience I knew first hand a God exists and he loves me. At about 9:30 pm going on ten, after walking such distance without food I came across some group of guys, or men I should say. They asked where I was going, I lied I was headed home but missed my way hence....I could see the surprise on his face...A 12 year old kid walking around the streets of Lagos LOST.He took me home, gave me somehting to eat and allowed me sleep on a his bed. May God forever bless that man where ever he is. Next morning he woke me up and the I was again walking. Now by this time I was very tired, hungry and helpless but this was paradise compared to where I call home. I decided to sit on a pavement to rest before continuing my journey to "Neverland" and lo and behold there was my dad's friend. ShIt !!. In shock and horror I attempted running away but I wasneed fast enough, he grabbed me by the arm, all I could do was scream "he wants to kill me, let me go". We boarded a bus and 9 ft we went. ,, the closer we got to home the more difficult it became for me to breath. I was petrified, scared ShIt and panic. For the sake of time I will cut this short.

Barely days after returning home I knew I was in for a rough timestimate. To my suprise and relief he did not give me the take off your cloths lie down treatment. He stares at me in he face with us here disgust and contempt I wish the ground could open up and swallow me whole. Without a job the economic realities of Nigeria was really hitting home. We ate oncentre a day and that is under the blistering sun in the farm labouring like slave while my mates are in scool. He spits on my face when he's mad and lay punches on my face like we were in a boxing ring. I can only run and when I do he roots out his machette, this was the period I knew I had the potential to be anotified athlete, a sprinter. On several occasions he tells me to face how his friend or father (which ever, can't be sure) was in his farm with histrouble son and one day he decide to kill his son and Burry him there without anyone knowing, then he beats his chest and tels me to my face "I CAN DO THAT".

There are times he tells me to go and commit suicide because I am worthless, a non entity. He once told me to my face "YOU WILL DIE YOUNG OR GO TO PRISON BEFORE YOU ARE 20, I AM NOT SWEARING FOR YOU, BUT THAT IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE USELLIS!" I have twin brothers ( I am the first son) who treated me like an slowpoke. Years of seeing my dad insult and demean me mad them lose respect for me. I am ganged up against and fought. The list of abuse is endless and if I am to state them one by one it will take me a whole day.

However the first time I knew I was seriously different was when I was out with my younger brother, seeing his classmates he distances himself fromy me. Weird the brim conversation between them both went like this"

Friend:Hey,where are you going? So this is your brother.
Brother: No pop, how can this one be my brother.
Friend: laughs, why are you lieing , is he not your brother?
Brother: No, how can this one be my brother.

Ha!there i was standing in embarassment watching the drama unfold. Yearso of hunger, pain and emotinal distress has made me look like the most horrible looking creature ever created. Deep sunken eyes, someone once told me when he looks I to my eyes I seem lost, dejected. I must have behaved abnormal or odd sometimes but without even knowing it, I could for a mad man and one wouldn't be too wrong. So the I was, ugly, hungry,in pain and one to ask for help I quietly resigned to my fate. Everyone called me "born throway, abnormal, slowpoke,". I was written off as one with no prospect, no future, no potential. My brothers were the stars, I on the other hand was the embarrassment.

But, GOD loves. I am not a saint, I barely even go to church, but neither am I a bad person. I am benevolent, I hate to see people get hurt but I was always at the receiving end of the unimaginable emotional pain and suffErin. I endured growing up. My mom has been living abroad since she left my dad when I was at the age of two, so after all these years she established communication with us and made plans to come back home. I was never privy of her coming, no one bothered telling me until I was 3 days to her arrival, yes I was this "worthless in the eyes of my family".when she came we met her at the airport. Going home the steady stare of my own mom made me contemplate suicide, it was official I was the most worthless and weird piece of ShIt, a freak of nature, as is the custom my brother got PlayStation 3 game console, the other one a camcoder, my nephew (momssister) a Toshiba Laptop,.......then me, A short sleeve shirt with the word Aloha write all over it.

Enter the present:

God decided to intervene in my life in the year 2007. To save you the details and time I metarmofoused from a low life unloved freak of nature to a guy everybody wants to hang around withme but soon as they get what they want they dissapear. I have so much friends yet very lonely. I cannot keep a relationship because I am abnormally too sensitive and jealous. I have no one I can truly call family except God almighty.

Borderline Personality Disorder is real. The way child is cared for in its formative years determines how mentally sound the child when they grow up. No parent should asault, hate or abuse a child. Just because you gave birth to them doesn't mean you should deny the right of a child to be jus what it is, a kid. I am a victim of emotional and physical abight from when I was a child, now I am paying the price, a terrible one at that. Extremely handsome, relatively well to do but lonely. I'm jus a lost soul looking for my home.


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