Nigerian Weekend

Concrete Plant  Drive

“Where the party at Rulf?” I had been at the mine for ten days on a mission of great importance and just making it there alive from the capital was raw enough. It could have been a suicide mission in the atmosphere of the traveler on the highway.  I read the news and got it from the grapevine how the bandits were a terror day or night on the highway.  It was nothing for a bus to be high jacked and robbed; sometimes there were victims as a result of these attacks.  Imagine a bus full of people ambushed and if they run for the bush shot down in their tracks and the same for any one resisting inside the bus. The German made armored car was finally ready for the road but I had no idea what Rulf had up his sleeve. The government had increased the number of troops to guard the mine not from the bandits who stripped the iron mine at every opportunity but from the Indians who had spoiled the mine.  The workers had been unpaid by the Indians and the government did not kept its promise to pay, but my arrival had changed all of that, because I delivered them a payroll.  We were sitting around one day and Rulf told me, “The bandits shot some of our guards two weeks before I arrived, it was senseless because the military came in an shot many, one fool got many killed that day in Oki.”  The tensions were running deep but I was there to raise the flag for my company and feed their families who had suffered so long. This was crowning moment for me when I sat at the High Table with the Elders, workers, and people: felt one with the people of Nigeria, Africa.

We had the car loaded down with water, food and refreshments like we were going on a trip, the car was topped off in both fuel tanks, I asked Rulf, “ Where you going?”. He handed me an banana clipped AK-47 and a Nine, “We go to the bush and I will show you a real party, you ready, let’s go. We will have a good time!” He kept saying we and I’m thinking no bodyguards, machine guns, an armored car; what is this? He was internationally renowned   in the iron mining world and he knew the people but he had to be joking; only me and him on the highway. It was dangerous even for the military; how were we going to run this gauntlet without backup?

It was as though he was giving me a tour of Nigeria as we passed through town after town and villages off from the road with goods and vegetables on the side of it for sale. I had my camera; raw footage on my laptop. We had been chasing the sun as it slowly set in the west, the traffic dangerous as ever.  Rulf knew this highway and had the right car to rule the road.  It reminded of me of going to my grandfather’s house in the backwoods of Texas were it was pitch black after you left the highway and there was no traffic, a farm house light here or there; I wondered how my father knew those roads?

I was on the alert, a light coming from a truck down the road was not moving, “We will meet bandits shortly be ready Sonny, it might get wild from the start; you know how to use that AK?” he asked as we slowed down. “I am behind on my killings, do or die. I’m ready!” I responded; trying to sound cool.  “Trouble. No army on this road this time of night; bandits. Watch this.” he said as the car lights illuminated the group dressed in government military clothing. He stopped just far enough for them to have run to the car if they were going to attack, one bandit soldier walked to the car, the lights blinded him as he walked to door of the car, his crew stood there in front of a tree branches in the make shift road block. Rulf waited just letting him stand there for a moment he reached to touch the car, the window slowly slid down, the bandit soldier leader stood back and said, and “Highway road check. Open the door, let down the window of the car; now!”  I had no idea about what was about to happen; the tension was high Rulf slid the window down and flashed the AK, with the windows tinted I don’t know if the leader was more shocked by the machine gun or the German holding it he stumbled back, Rulf said something in Afrikaner, “I told him to move that road block now and clear the road. Watch this.”  The leader shouted out orders to the bandit solder crew as they hastily cleared the road, “I’m locked and loaded Rulf nice knowing you.” As I readied to open the bullet proof door firing full automatic at any sign of them attacking us, it was an adrenalin rush for sure. We slowly drove pass their truck and its lights dimmed as we cruise into the night. I asked Rulf, “What did you really say to that bandit?” he laughed, “We are highway agents and there are ten army trucks heading to the plant, get off the road.”  It might have been more than that but we got through a close call on the night roads in Nigeria.  After another hour of driving through small towns we crossed a hill and I thought I saw Disneyland.  It was a brilliant light in the midst of this utter darkness, “What is that man? Disneyland, the Crystal City?”

 “It’s a gigantic concrete production plant, it sales concrete all over Africa, one of the biggest in the world. It’s a monster!”, he said as the trucks on both sides of the road appeared.  The concrete plant had been disrupted and we drove thirty minutes to reach appoint in the road where he turned and could look back and see that great light fade out of sight almost, we pulled into a town,” We have friends here, we are safe.”, as he winded his way to this deep jungle night club in the middle of nowhere, parked the car and we went inside to party the night away.

The place was full of party goers and Rulf  was not the only white man here but he was known, we were led to a private table set up, “I have a surprise for you Sonny. You will like this, my friend.”  The surprise was one of the most beautiful Nigerian women; I had seen many in Abuja, in the whole of Nigeria.  She was for me; old Rulf knew how to party because he must have had the second most beautiful one for himself. I got to dancing and that energy hit me, I could feel it surging through me in the middle of the night.

Okene: So Sad

I was there when the petro truck burned for days and knew the people who worked at Itakpe,  Llet peace be or work this out for the destiny of Nigeria.



Don't let evil kill the future.  Realize the promise to civilization that Nigeria is and make that be the light.  There can be no division if the people stand as one......dry the children's tears and bring them a better dayas we are all divine the eyes of the Holy One.  Peace



Save the children!!!!!!

Sign of Times

My prayers go out to the victims and there family's, we need to pray for a healing in Nigeria; dark forces want power.  This is  awake up call for the rich and poor, as one will Nigeria survive.

Wake Up Nigeria

Church's and Mosques being blown up, women and children caught in the cross fire, the country on hold, the promise of Nigeria put on hold as the power struggles continues in a most dangerous time of all, the destiny of Nigeria is being put on the line just to prove a point; civilization waits for no one. The sabotage of all resources, the uncountable wealth accumulated by the few in the wake of the many just trying to make it one day a time, the oppressive atmosphere clouding the awakening, wake up Nigeria, the world needs you more than ever now. Don't be thrown backwards by the enemy within and its henchmen.

Will of the People

The innocents are claimed by the usurpers and their henchmen; slaughter on the Sabbath Day. The culprits are in the Nigerians midst but flow with the crowds unknown. The killing of women and children at that church proved only one thing; savages should be treated as savages in the process of revenge. The future is not in their hands because they can blow up churchs and families, they must answer to a higher authority, punishment must be swift. The chaos is being used to engulf the Moslems and Christians in a war that will disrupt Nigeria's peace and escalate throughout the continent.
The cowards who did this deed are known by the select few and will be eliminated, their followers will be eliminated and the spectre of war of religion will not rule Nigeria. Actions to defend the people, military schemes to destroy this Bengotten Want to be, their crew must be planned and executed now. The war must be taken to them, they started, the Nigerian people must finish it.

Nigerian London

The ongoing Visa wars between Nigeria and the USA delayed my return to the Motherland but could not stop it. I arrived at Abuja International Airport with too many clothes on to start out, the jacket had to come off, the long sleeve sweater had to come off, the transistion from London to Abuja in November wasn't no joke. I was waiting for my people in the airport lobby swating like I had just come out of the oven, the airliner was excessively cold, London was cold, Luxemburg was cold, but Abuja was blittering hot. How did I wound up in Abuja, Nigeria? I recieved a long distance call from my nephew's father-law, he was inviting me to London for his son's wedding, he informed me that all the travel arrangements will be taken care of and he would appreicate my attendance. I got my passport. This was in August, so I dressed warm for London. It was a cold but it was cold at night. The neighborhood was around the corner form downtown in high priced homes and the trip from the airport to Victoria Station was one I will never forget. The station was like a melting pot more so than the customs at the airport which blew me away. I met all the family and was warmly recieved and offered my first real meal of Nigerian food. I was famished after the airliner food, I ate with authority. The women made sure that I did not want for anything, I ate to my stomach's content, chicken,fish,steak,lion chops,goat,greens, a most delicious combination of dishes. I got to bed late after watching a little TV and talking about America. The next morning I was walking to a main hotel right around the corner in Picaddly Square with my friend David, we were to meet some Frenchman, he insisted I go with him. I was introduced then we had a robust breakfast and I just listened to the talk about steel and Nigeria. The streets seeem so small with all those huge homes off of Cumberland, Winchester Abbey was around the corner from the house. The crowds of people on the way to work or where ever reminded me of Dallas, but more traffic in such an small area. The stores were jammed tight offering goods for what ever you wanted. It seemed to be stuck in two different worlds with the architecture and the hustle and bustle. I wondered what it would be like to live and work in such a large population. We departed from the hotel where the business partners were staying and headed back to his house. It was a nonstop trip to the airport from then on as people from all over the world arrived for the wedding. I saw all of London from the outskirts to the apartment Jon Lennon lived in, his son lived in the same complex. We went to church, Catholic, which was right around the corner, it was an uplifting experience. I went inside the Abbey and felt like I had touched a point in time and history. I enjoyed London and the wedding was an spectacle on its on rights, lavish was an understatement. I had gained my international wings and didn't know I was headed for Abuja, Nigeria but that is another story.