Friday, September 10, 2010

The Guilty Party

Excerpt of the book titled, The Guilty Party
Author: Omoruyi Uwuigiaren
Publisher: Human Change Communication Co.

Chapter One
There was no rain for weeks and the scorching sun showed no mercy on the leaves such that one could hear the sounds the leaves made when they fell. The sun shone as if there might never be tomorrow. In the midst of this hardship was a man that most people called Ogbuefi. He grew up in a dinky little town that did not even have a movie theater. The man seemed to be robust due to many years of inactivity and his baldhead shone like an afternoon sun. Ogbuefi had lost so much and there was no way he would forget in a hurry the truckload of misfortune that crept into his life like a man that dined with mischievous people. Adversity came like the rushing wind upon the poor soul.
However, all that had befallen Mr. Ogbuefi were nothing in comparison to the harm that he had caused the world. With nothing better to do, the man in the pool of old age sat on a sofa in his sitting room, and spread his hands on the soft cushions like the mother hen that protects her chicks from the cruel hands of scavengers. The house was befitting and a man did not need a prophet to tell that Ogbuefi had tasted fortune.
One day, Ogbuefi and his cohorts were in a deal that could rob them of their jobs in the progression of days. One of the key men in the company that they had tried to lure into the deal had backed out and vowed to expose the fraud should they go ahead with the deal. Against all odds, Ogbuefi and the men that saw the deal as an opportunity to set foot on the corridors of wealth were in a room plotting the way out of the bloody mess. “I’m afraid, since Ekanem and Efe are out of this deal, we might not make it,” Ogbuefi said.
“I have pondered it too. Do we call off the deal?” Sam inquired.
“No! Eteh said. “We can’t give up because Ekanem and Efe are not interested. This money is enough to put a smile on our faces.”
Ogbuefi heaved and sat up, “You are right, Eteh. But the money could also ruin us if we are caught!”
“I wonder why they refused to be part of this deal,” Sam said with a frown.
“My mind tells me that those men are up to something,” Eteh disclosed. He sat back and exchanged glances with the other men.
Ogbuefi coughed a bit and said, “Me too. We shall do ourselves great harm if we back out of this deal now because they will end up executing it alone in the future since they are already aware.”
Sam sat up, “Ah! That will be sheer madness if they try it. If that is the case, what do you want us to do?” He flung a glance at Ogbuefi.
“We must get rid of them! It will only cause the company few weeks of search to replace them,” Ogbuefi suggested.
Sam shook his head, “You are going too far. Can’t we visit a witch doctor to prepare charms for us?”
Ogbuefi swallowed hard and replied, “It is risky. I don’t want us to involve a third party. When we get there, we may end up disclosing all that are supposed to be kept secret to the witch doctor. And I don’t want that.”
“The assassins are also third-party. So what is the difference?” Eteh protested.
Ogbuefi nodded, “There is a huge difference, Eteh. We shall not be under any obligation to disclose information about the deal to the assassins. All they need from us is the whereabouts of the target and their cash once the deal is done!”
Sam nodded affirmatively. He seemed to like the idea. “If that is the only way we can all smile, then let’s go ahead with your idea, Ogbuefi.”
Ogbuefi straightened his chin as if he had just won a lottery and took a deep breath. “I will see the boys tonight and they will take it from there.”

Hard Tackle


There is a common saying in Nigeria that “The police is your friend”. The essence of the statement is to create a healthy relationship between our brothers in black and the populace. But if we send out a questionnaire, I doubt if the respondents will put a smile on the faces of our friends whose duty is to give us the necessary cover when the odds are up against us. No man will like to have anything to do with what will make him walk on the wheels of fire! We are all aware that the responsibility of the police is to keep public order, prevent and solve crime. But looking at the way our society is drowned in the pool of corruption, and has embraced evil manipulations, no doubt both acts have incurred frustration on the future of our nation. In fact, we do not need a prophet to tell us that most of our policemen like some of our leaders are not better than gamblers worshipping at the temple of Mammon!

Have you visited Lasu/Isheri road recently? A movie maker that is daring as if there might not be tomorrow would make a fortune from capturing scenes from that blessed world. People from that part of Lagos always have the luxury of seeing such policemen who see nothing wrong in molestation and forceful extortion of money from road users and drivers. They are like mad despots who would do nothing other than bulldoze forces against their ambitions. Swimming in the pool of corruption, even a criminal or a law breaker is righteous once he meets their financial demands. Immediately they grab the cash that is the end of the story. The road is cleared, and the driver whether he is a man of questionable character disappears into the thin air! There can never be peace if we have such people in the Nigerian Police Force.

Where we have illegal road blocks at every thirty seconds drive, an arrangement by men who have terror sitting comfortably in the balls that sit in the sockets of their skulls, what we shall see is a trial of waste. I must confess, police presence on our road is important and I think every Nigerian with the right thinking will agree with me. But in a situation where they constitute nuisance to the public and make life a living hell by their unscrupulous manners is not palatable. If they concentrate on extorting money at check points and road blocks and fraudulently enrich themselves by these means, what time will they have to strategize and chase criminals? We have been bedeviled long enough by corruption, and this must not continue. I think the Nigerian police needs help. As a matter of fact, it is time we set up an organized body to check their excesses on our roads. This will go a long way to flush out the bad eggs frustrating the reformation. Fellow Nigerians we need reformation urgently!

I hear people say that crime rate have reduced considerably and that credit should be given to the Nigerian police. With all the breath in me, I disagree. The tranquility that took her esteemed seat in our homes is because criminals that would have made our lives a living hell have found a new lease of life in email scam, cyber crime and so forth. If a man could make so much money after sending fraudulent emails and messages from the comfort of his home, why will he need to risk his life running around town with a pistol?

I am scared! If we finally cub the menace of cyber crime, the criminals will return to the street, and you and I will be at the receiving end. We must call the police to order. Their activities on our roads show they are begging for orientation.

Nigeria has a great future and I am part of it. God bless Nigeria.

–Written by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Find original article at www.towncriertimes.com

Night Rain


When I was in the pool of the natural state of rest in which my body and mind embraced as if there might never be tomorrow, a strange noise from my neighbor’s house hit the air and robbed me of my comfort. I jumped out of the bed and glanced carefully to every side.

My breath was hitting the roof of my chest vehemently because I thought a devil had struck to wreck the havoc. My heart almost stopped in the fear of it. But just as the mischief walked into silence, and there was no interloper lurking, my fear was buried in the bosom of sudden death. Then I concluded that the poor soul must have had a strange battle with a miserable rat from a dark oblivion, and such was a daily occurrence under the roof of the neighbor.

After staying awake for a while and the time stood at 3:28am, I had nothing better to do than rest in the comfort of such imaginings. But just as I closed my eyes in the pool of the Lady Tranquility that took her esteemed seat in my house, I found myself in another house in the midst of some warlords who were armed to their teeth. In the same house with us were an angel and a lady who seemed to be swimming in the pool of godlessness. Her romance with the wicked world had become a cause for concern to her creator.

And as we watched like militia in the woods, the angel told the lady with an admonitory tone of voice to accept Jesus Christ as her savior. But she snubbed him completely and left the room through the backdoor. Before I could blink, I was tossed out of the house and I found myself on a field where there were people anxiously gazing at the big blue sky that spread before them like an old balance sheet under the puckish noise of a shrewd accountant. What baffled me here was that the people had the luxury of touching the bare chest of the sky. So I moved nearer to catch a glimpse of the mystery that displayed up there.

As soon as my pair of legs carried me to yonder place, I noticed that there was a part of the sky that had a little opening, and through it, the balls that sat in the socket of our skulls could see a rare event. Like everyone opportune to be out there, I had the luxury of seeing angels and Jesus Christ whose head was beautified with a crown dressed gorgeously on horses. Then a voice sounded that they were preparing to storm the earth! Before I could snatch a breath from the wings of the morning, the host began to approach the earth. I have never seen kings and queens so beautifully dressed like the host. I had a golden chance to see the beautiful face of our Lord Jesus Christ and I grabbed it with both hands. His face was as bright as the shinning sun and there was no spot or wrinkle. But when I tried to look at the balls that sat in the socket of his skull, my eyes betrayed me and the radiation on his face stood like the sun in its full radiance.

As they advanced, the scene faded away and I found myself in the middle of two worlds. The glory of one of the worlds was reaching the high heavens and it was beautiful to behold. But the other was a sharp contrast and only a fence separated me from moving into the beautiful world. Despite the limitation, I could still see the beautiful streets of the other world. There was so much admiration in the city. It was orderly and clean. The streets and the roads were like the dawning of a new day. The people on the streets were dressed in the same attire. As I enjoyed the proceedings and the movement of the people up and down the streets, I was astonished to see men moving about in the air. They held tapes for measurement and at intervals would stop and measure the length and breadth of the city. As I stood speechless and dazed, a voice said, “This is heaven!” Then I woke up.

What you have just read is not a fiction. The revelation strolled into my world on the beautiful morning of May 11, 2010. God bless you

Written by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Find original article at www.towncriertimes.com

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Boy in the Mirror

We found the boy in the midst of our tormentors in the aftermath of a massacre that came like a rushing wind upon the city. In our pool of old age, we wore long faces as if we had eaten frustration that day.The tragedy that struck us when the evening was about to resume duty took her esteemed seat in the heart of the melee.

When we contended with the frightening figures, one of them whose balls sat in the socket of his skull was daring, shaven and his head like an egg, pounced and hurled a devastating blow.I could not stomach the onslaught of the wicked soul for it swept me off my feet. But before I could regain my footing, the boy broke lose from the cruel grip of the creatures and was at ease in the creepy kind of place. All of a sudden, the devil that resides in the throne of the boy's heart walked into the scheme of things and emitted destructive powers that reminds us of doomsday. His roar almost brought the apartment down.

The mythical creatures had nothing better to do than grovel at the feet of the boy whom we later realized was the monster that brought the city to her knees. And we had no option that to wish the poor soul to rest in the bosom of solitude for all eternity.

However, we had our legs to thank. When the misfortune strolled in for we would have been swallowed in the wave of the massacre. The boy left a trail of waste.

Written by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren
http://www.ruyi-ng.com
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Friday, March 26, 2010

Dark Days

Do you know that God respects no man? If you sin, you will sink! Humans naturally reflect their world. So your actions are the product of what is in you. Evil has crept into the world. Only people that identify with Jesus Christ will swim to safety on the last day. "The name of the LORD is a strong tower: the righteous runs into it and is safe" (Proverbs 18v10).

For you to enjoy your place in eternity, you must embrace righteousness. Anything short of this is a highway to hell. "Righteousness exalts a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people" (Proverbs14v34). We have stepped into dark days; the era that Jesus Christ prophesied about over two thousand years ago. He said and I quote, "And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying I am the Christ; and shall deceive many. Any ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars, see that ye be not troubled. For all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes in divers places. All these are the beginning of sorrow" (Matthew 24v8-14).

You cannot sit on the fence. You either swim with Jesus or sink with Satan. Remember that if you are a friend of the world, you are God's enemy(James 4v4). If you don't embrace godliness, you will breed worldliness.My Friend, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God(Hebrew10v31). Whether you believe it or not, Satan hunts for your soul everyday(1Peter 5v8).

Do you know that people die on daily basis and as you are reading this piece that someone had just kicked the bucket? No matter how powerful you are, you are not in total control of your life. You can only be secured if Jesus Christ is in your boat. "He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadows of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust (Psalm 91v1-2).

Surrender to Jesus today. Tomorrow may be too late.

Written by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Wagner Ekundayo

A cockerel sounded it was dawn as tragedy walked the bare chest of the street and wrote frustration on the face of the earth. The land that spread before me like an old balance sheet under the little nose of a shrewd accountant was covered with men who were as dark as the midnight, broken and shattered, like savages in defenseless post waiting for providence to take her esteemed seat in the scheme of things and humble the bizarre tale that is more hellish than the enterprise of a sorcerer.

They were reduced by the cruel hands of an unjust fate, and had nothing better to do than gazing at our mutual friend, the sun—a hot yellow ball that fed the earth as if there was no morrow. I saw tears gathered in their eyes and were not better than a woman in travail in a cold night. It would have been better they never had a dose of his goodwill, for his goodwill was like a grave, lurking in the pool of loneliness, which was the meal for men of little means and those under the spell of confusion.

One of them whose head is like a poorly decorated coffin wore a frown as if he mistakenly hit his thumb with the anvil. The old little man among them who seemed to be robust due to years of inactivity gave himself much supplication like an army of enlightened pastors in a sanctuary praying fervently as if they were next to God.

To say the least, confusion strolled in and stood like a pillar of salt before the wounded congregation. The vital part of me which was dead and buried on the wings of the ugly day walked into silence few nights after he made a short work of a brown pig on a dunghill in the talking forest. Such was the tale of Wagner Ekundayo.

Written by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

God is Great

Whether you believe it or not, we are in a world under the spell of principalities and powers. Disaster, famine and violence are signs of the devil's presence. His desire is to write frustration on the face of the old earth."Be sober, be vigilant:because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5v8)." But the limitation that the world is experiencing today, does not mean that God does not exist. "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty (Revelation1v8)." God is ever ready to lead you to greatness. And, for that to happen, you must live in the realm of holiness. "Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God (Matthew 5v8)."

God is real. Search for Him if you don't want to live in the limited zone of life. "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven,and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land (2 Chronicles 17v14)."

Your relationship with God will determine what you will get from Him! God respect's no one. A man is blessed by his contributions to God's victory. "And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be (Revelation 22v12)." Apart from your character that is a key to winning in the game of life, God is all you need to have all your needs met.
-"Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me?"
-Jeremiah 32v27.

GOD IS REAL. HE LOVES YOU!

Written by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren