UDEME RALPH

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There is a popular notion that leadership is a privilege meant to be enjoyed by certain gifted folks.  That is not true at all. Everyone has what it takes to cultivate good leadership qualities.  You need only to learn the secret, and when you know the secrets, then the right doors will open at just the appropriate time. If you want to become a great leader, then you should start doing these. 1. Be a mentor One of the principle obligations of a leader is training or coaching your workers. As a leader, you should cultivate trust and participation. Great leaders paint dreams without bounds that motivates the group to do whatever it takes to arrive at such achievements. What's more, as a mentor, you need to inspire actions that will help execute the organization's objective. And remember to treat everybody like you would need to be dealt with. 2. Build trust With regards to driving a group, you must  be willing to put it all out there for your followers to indicate you have ...

5G and the Future of Humanity: Technology is advancing at a scary pace. Just decades after the advent of mobile phones, something impressively big has emerged. You know its name—5G. We can pretend for a moment that this is nothing, and that this, if it is anything, has nothing to do with us, that whatever the “people of the world” decide to do with their rotten lives   is none of our business; but it is not their lives they are playing with, it is our lives. And in the end, this very “business” of technocrats and bureaucrats, which looks far away from us, will become everyone’s business. Whatever blessing or curse lies ahead of us, shall be shared equally to all.  We may not know all that 5G is and isn’t, but we know enough to talk about it: we know of its scientific grandness, we’ve heard that it is like heaven on earth, we know that it’s over twenty, perhaps fifty times, maybe a thousand times better than anything we’ve ever known or heard about. We can download...

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Dear Humanity,                     Believe me, the world is not about to end. The world ended long ago, long before folks began to talk about the end of the world.   Things fell apart long before things began to fall apart, long before this miserable virus took over the earth. The world first ended when ordinary men became wiser than spirit beings, when flesh and blood began to make rules and laws for their lives, when Thomas Paine of unblessed memory kicked away his beloved faith, when Friedrich Nietzsche   first put his god to death, when science replaced truth and philosophy took the place of reality. We were at ease; we laughed at the madness; we rejoiced at the birth of new and strange things, and gave cheap labels to things once revered and adored. We dug large graves for ourselves and our children and called it enlightenment.        ...

Dear Humanity,               Send an urgent message to the holy ones. Talk to your more godly neighbours; tell them things they’ve failed to learn; hold their hands and show them the way to the way. Not the way to eternity, dear humanity, for they know that already, but the uncommon way to common sense. You know them. You know those holy ones who wear special attires on special days to special places, but act and talk like you and me on ordinary days, you know those to whom every global blessing or disaster is the handwork of invisible super-powers. You know them, for they like to bind and loose, and love to speak about beasts and marks and signs of the end.               I know them too. They are with me and I am in their midst. I bear their name and they bear mine. We bear many names: Christians, believers, lovers of God, lights of the world; bu...

Dear humanity,       Pray for your black brothers. Pray for the darker race, for all to whom your present fate is still strange. Show them the unreachable depths of your pain. Call the numbers aloud, paint a grimmer picture of the figures; tell them the genesis of your current nemesis. Show these countless Thomases how you once brushed aside the news, and went to sleep when the demon first walked in. Tell them how the fake news from a foreign land became the daily bread in your own homes, how the Chinese virus suddenly bore the name of your own beautiful countries. Tell them, please. Sound an alarm to the darker race, not to be at ease in their falling Zions: tell them how it came like a thief in the night, and took over your lands like a flood.          Tell them it spreads like wildfire and gives blind eyes to ranks and titles. And when you’re done telling, pray for them, for all else has failed at this poi...

Dear humanity,            How did we get to this point? How did we, great humanity, suddenly become slaves to insects and germs? Are we no longer gods and demigods, and lords and overlords?   Haven’t we numbered all the stars of heaven, and have reached, with our telescopes, the innermost edges of the universe?   We’ve solved the dilemma of communication, have captured entire realities in affordable screens; we have sent our men to the moon, have had our places among the stars, have peered into the dark chambers of the human heart. Still, we remain wretched.           We say we are masters of everything but each passing day, everything humiliates and enslaves and rules over us. But we never stop boasting.   We call ourselves what we are not and had never been and will never be: we say we are the sweetest apples of Eden, the most enlightened offspring of nature, ...

Each passing day, we hear stories of men and women who took their lives or hurt themselves in some horrible ways, because of some unexpected betrayal, rejection, or grievous loss. Many people have ended their glorious lives because some other person’s life had come to an end; and many others have lost their minds because of some material loss. Recently, a story went round the internet about a certain young man who jumped into the sea and perished because he had caught his lover in bed with another man. Many stars and public figures have taken their lives in very miserable ways because of some failure they labelled colossal and final. Many young people have fallen into the pit of depression for reasons that, when weighed objectively, carry no real weight. Can we justify these voluntary sufferings as appropriate or even worth the effort? Should we hit our heads against the wall and suffer every time things go wrong in life? The real problem in life, if you look properly, is not the...

Some months ago, I came up with this queer piece about a misogynist who learned his lessons in life the hard way. I'll  post the entire story here, bit by bit. Enjoy! If you have the time, please leave a comment behind.                                                                                                                 CHAPTER 1     It was strange. It was annoying: it was impossible to believe.   It must have been a dream. At least, that was how Peter felt, as if he was dreaming, as if this was all in his mind. He had never seen this, never thought that his pastor, with all his education and anointing, would leave his pulpit in the hands of a woman. To what end? What did Nkec...

By the grave of Dan, Duke and Don We stand and stare and mourn And recall the tale of the loss Of our dear illustrious sons Who died in the hands Of three hideous devils,   With faces like that of angels. The first wicked beast, Bore the name Sex, And went to Dan as a sweet Gentle evening breeze, He left him with a gift: A harmless longing for skirts, That landed dear Dan in the hands Of dirty, despicable lasses, Until he got sick and thin And drew his last breathe. The Second monster Whose name was Money Visited Don in his needy moments, And turned him into a monument A hunter of silver and diamond. Whose only goal was gold In whose eyes, God, and laws Had neither weight nor form He gambled away his soul Betted away his dear life. Worked himself to stupor Ventured into every venture, Started as a coin-hungry hustler And ended as a roadside robber. The last devil, Was no devil at all In Duke’s youthful ...

I saw light and darkness Strolling side by side on a dimly lit narrow path Holding hands, Laughing and crying together I looked and looked again Then I got mad, Peeved and perplexed at such an unholy blend of night and day Then came an old man, A wrinkled wise chap, "What ails you?" he asked, And I told him my tale, and showed him the twain. But he chuckled and laughed And said all was well, But, I argued, it isn't so, That this is not taught In the big sacred scrolls of Good and evil, and of right and wrong.  He laughed still, And bid me to hold my peace For in books and in schools And from the eyes of blinds gurus Day and night are miles apart Good and evil stand afar But in reality, the tale is different For the two are never at war And the two are but one, Only differently dressed Only differently named. (c) Udeme Ralph, 2018

      No matter how much we think we know about light, there is always something more to learn, something confounding, something mysterious lurking somewhere.  But the fact that something as common as light can be deemed a mystery is itself something mysterious and baffling.  How can light, which makes things lucid and makes mysteries known, be elusive and mysterious? In all my studies, it appears that light has shed light on all things except itself.  Apparently, science has come up with tentative answers regarding the nature of light, the speed of light, and so forth, but those answers are not enough. We’ve made extensive progress in understanding light, but, it appears our progress is not progressive enough. We’ve harnessed the power of light to explore and solve many problems in our world, but we’ve not yet begun to explore the world of light itself.

We’ve been invaded, Harassed and battered Broken and torn apart By a strange, nameless menace. It started as nothing, And grew into a wild beast, It began like a cool breeze And morphed into a storm The noise keeps rising: The shouts, the loud halleluiahs, The buildings keep doubling, Here and there a new structure Now and then a new signboard Each new day, a new nomenclature, Each season, a new, troubling doctrine. The number keeps swelling, The offerings keep getting fatter, The sermons keep changing To meet the longings of the age. Retreats are on the increase, Concerts at every corner Now and then the globe is toured This moment or the next a soul is won But all things are as were Before the dawn of the hoy ones The world is still the world And men are still men Flesh still feels like flesh And blood still flows like blood. The saved and the unsaved Still tread the path of all flesh.

    I see an abyss the size of eternity, planted in the heart of man, a horrible hollow in the core of mortals. I behold a vast edgeless gap in the midst of beings, a black hole taking rest in the soul of souls. I speak not of a poetic hole, nor of some imagined pit of hell. I speak only of reality, of what I’ve seen and felt: things too real to be unreal.     There is a world without end, em ptiness without limit, in the belly of men. Believe me. A hollow such that eyes have never seen, deep as Satan’ final pit, rich with the stench of all that is rotten and gone.