The project is a triofacet project in the sense that it would address 3 key issues, which are motivation, empowerment and entrepreneurship.
I have come to realise that this are very vital and need to be addressed especially at this stage of social, political, developmental anals of Africa where youths are depressed, depondent, rejected, miserable, frustrated.
This project would help to refocus, repostion, and help to rekindle their hopes and chart a new course for the youths and our future, Through this we hope to raise, inspire and connect youths who would reposition Africa and take Africa to the promise land.
Through this project we also would open youths up to entrepreneural opportunities.
We are therefore seeking country facilitator who could raise a team of about 5-7 dedicated,psaaionate and focused youths who would work as facilitator and coodinator of the project in their country, if you are interested send an email to motivation4afrika@yahoo.com

"I would rather lose in a cause that I know someday will triumph than to triumph in a cause that I know someday will fail." ----- Wendell. L. Willkie

Now in this column-class of bondless audience, I humbly introduce, as well as explain a new word, which coming linguists and lexicographers, philosophers and social scientists, etc., by virtue of their academic interest, may be interested in, and this is "Babangidaism".
Strangely as an opposing opposite of democracy, ancient African communalism, Marxian communism, the exceedingly socio-economically and politically priceless Samaformism I postulated as a humanist and as a satanic concept fabricated from the practices of strict fascism, totalitarianism and other robustly penelopic and ingratianous "isms", I coin another morally reproachable social tenet from the stinking name and base deeds of one of Nigeria's political fore-runners, general Ibrahim Babangida, and define it as a new socio-political ideology in which the inflated wisdom of the abundantly foolish is prodigally deployed to wreck a Nation's tomorrow; it is a system of government in which the worst mischief is disguised to deceive in the deliberate art of social destruction.
Better still, Babangidaism is a despicable political culture in which deceit; death and fraud form the nucleus of state policies. As an outstandingly deceptive and murderous style of governance, its adherents indulge in pretence to kill and rob their nations of essential attributes of a happy existence.
Advancing their false belief in God and pretentious submission to the injunctions of their respectable religions, Babangidaists rape social hope and mortgage clean chances of their countries' economic and political renaissance to registered misery manufacturers. They organize discussions and supervise consultations, falling back on lugubrious dynamism that stirs the masses' minds into approving their own penury and agony. Oh, Babangidaism is a fraud fuelled socio-political philosophy designed to drive man into destruction with his own stolen consent.
Babangidaists are fat horses of hindrances who equally pose as, and indeed play questionably active roles in true solutions. Doom is their dream and destruction their only drive of attaining it. Babangidaists' major attributes are kind cruelty, fine visions married to ugly intentions, unprincipled compromise with human and super-human agents of social dystopia, copious hypocrisy and renewed inner will to frequently improve upon the inhuman contents of their 'piety- compelled' exploitation.
In the name of God and political experience, Babangidaists hinder intelligent youths from political participation, murder their leaders and organize befitting burials for their fathers. They are distinguished infidels whose religiosity respects profits more than piety.
Babangidaists are hard to wipe off. Put a permanent end to one today; tomorrow, surprising number springs from the sewage-bin of evil linage he may have inspired before death. Write harangues and they plan global-based harambees in the name of people's well being, which they horridly embezzle. Babangidaists express the greatest concerns on the woeful state of their sovereign states while secretly rejoicing in their citizens' destitution. Babangidaist place no premium on honour, they are forever lasciviously scrambling for shame!
Remember Babangida's inaugural speech of 27th August 1985? In that maiden address, the brilliant mountebank alleged his co-destroyers of non-consultation and high handedness. Events eventually showed that he overthrew the Buhari/Idiagbon regimes, not because he had any vision to truly assist Nigerians, but because the formula designed by his superiors, on which our resources looting must follow were unfavourable, and so unacceptable to him. He wanted to, like bees on the combs of honey, perch on to power forever, but Buhari and Idiagbon, though also untrustworthy, would not easily give in to his vain dreams. So he recruited recondite and robots to end a regime that impeded his moves.
He used an appealing tactic to achieve his grotesque goals by demonstrating that we were significant in the control of our Nation and resources while ensuring that our collective significance remained less than his deleterious will in all matters of national advancement.
IBB, did not alienate us. He got us involved in official thieving and made us have a say in the systemic vandalisation of our future as a Nation. He inspired Nigerians to believe in bribery and to regard corruption and evil realism as the corner stones of a Nation's development. As a leader bread by moral monsters, he worked on our collective psychology to convey a fat fraction of our country's upliftment-faith away to wastage.
"We do not intend to have all the answers to the questions which our present problems have put before our nation. We have come with the strongest determination to create an atmosphere in which positive efforts shall be given the necessary support for lasting solutions", were IBB's words in the eleventh paragraph of his August 27th, 1985 address. Shunning his promises, he charred collective solution by thinking nothing of our stability and posterity but regarded buccaneers to engineer Nigeria the worst political nightmare in history!
Like other politicians whose names and deeds have given niches in Babangidaist ideology, IBB's social sins are limitless, from financial crimes, gross Human Rights abuse to suicide, genocide and National promise murder, etc. Yet, he relies on the money he had stolen, which Obasanjo's strict but selective corruption crusade, which makes it futile and facile, dare not campaign against, to insist he must continue the work of plundering Nigeria as from 2007.
If this delectable abbadon will not run away like his predecessor for presidential debates, I will like to contest for the purpose of engaging him in serious pre-election talks.
Fellow Nigerians, it is crystal clear that our future as a Nation is in the cruel, immoral and ungodly hands of Babangidiasts. These are men and women with all possible facilities and vices to wreck our existence. We must insist against their plans and support vividly visionary patriots whose programmes discontinue the enduring legacy of political traitors.
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Silence, like treachery, is wickedness. Inaction is tall treason against reason. What we support or frown against, we must learn to say and aid with principled volubility and decisiveness. The reward is neither glory, nor the punishment grave. It is clean conscience which no wealth commensurate.
It is noble existence, which no tragedy deforms. Except a saint is frantically satanic, or a scholar has some measure of sublime ignorance, or a humanist certain chimerical content of errant but dominant perfidy, none ought to dwell in Arcades while willfully devilish political conducts promote themselves into collective disaster.
The task here is simple: it is the analysis of your leadership with a view to persuading you to start enslaving feats. Having scanned your acts and x-rayed your deeds, I humbly invite you to include the miseries of millions of Nigerians in the sumptuous meals, exotic drinks and expensive parties you shall swallow and throw up for yourselves and families this season while helpless Nigerians with surprisingly surpassing mastery of endurance conceits, even in baseless privation, feed from the refuge-heaps, drink tears and dance to the sorrowful rhythm of hopelessness in NEPA' s endless darkness.
I wrote this letter on Friday, 21st October 2005, and was in the thick midst of plans to convey it to outlets that would enable you to access the contents when the news of your wife's demise, our first lady's death, and the miserable missive of the BellView tragedy monopolized the Nigerian media.
Imagining how brobdingnagian your heart's burden could be as a Samaformist, I suspended my letter's journey to you and Aso Rock, till a later date diffusion may have acted on your loss and rightly become repositioned in body, mind and spirit to read with dedicated candour and respond with honorable valour, all that Samaformism, the best of humanism, stirred my brain to bake this day.
However, I wonder whether you deserve this consideration. If you deserve it as a natural man who responds to external stimuli when hammered by personal tragedy, we as humane minds are encumbered with the duty of identifying with your painful plight, which we gracefully did when Stella forever left Nigeria for the world beyond.
Please read "Nigeria's Wickedest Weekend of Death" at "Nigeriaworld.com", inserting my full name in the search column to access my little way of mourning the first lady and the one hundred and seventeen Nigerians forced into the grave by that plane crash. If some Nigerians rank your tragedy undeserving of their condolences, it is because you have numerously hit them hard in their socio-economic kafuffles in addition to villainously withdrawing concerns for your moral and constitutional obligations, unbelievably becoming Nigeria's most disappointing, nay, heart-breaking President in contemporary history.
You hardly deserved the volumes of sympathy invoked and published to mourn the departure of your wife, but Nigerians are so kind; some of them, so, hypocritical. Or, what have you really, concretely done, with any permanent promise of touching succour to the suffering millions of people in Nigeria to have warranted condolences when any of your valued relatives, or even you, die? The logic-hunted Poverty Eradication Programme turned out to be Misery Multiplying Mission; the recovered loots are lined up for holier looting if they are yet to be purloined!
Ninety-two percent of those who operate the GSM, your frequently vaunted accomplishment which annals will eternally document as fraud, cannot afford to load their phones with credits; here, the gifted who do not belong in the estate of the blue caucus are born to patently waste; difficulties, never opportunities, remain the chances offered the Nigerian youths; sound health is an enduring taboo to the commoners; education acquisition and standardization is a phantasmagorical conception foredoomed to berth on failure, your pleasure being the deployment of ignorance on the collective landscape of Nigeria; the blood of our commerce is devoid of hemoglobin, the roads being deadly paths of death and amputations, and the guiding policies being policed by moral pollution; the arms of our rich art are harmed and maimed by perfect piracy and plagiarism, nothing an originality-inspired creativity can substantially garner that ever resulted in happy success; you have failed, and still unprepared for the dignifying trade of ennobling the tired fellahs of Nigeria with samaformistic Nigerianism; you and your cohorts reel in opulence and happiness, but enjoin your evidently dying citizens to indefinitely endure in promise-devoid expectation of godotic democratic dividends. Mr. Obasanjo, you are a heartless being per excellence!

As faintly hinted earlier, this letter is a bold review of your countless evils, a reminder of your status as a perishable mortal, and an encourager of your spirits towards quick political repentance and moral conducts that tenderly nurture our wounded psyches and lives, and bandage our injuries, Nigerians whose existence, like IBB and Abacha, you have "piously" decoupled of social substance, cultural meaning and political direction.
Several patriots had written to sway you away from the path you now occupy. But oh, you always renewed your innate and acquired wishes to wreck Nigerians. You have told Nigerians they must suffer first if they must enjoy democracy, and indeed in sufferable sufferness they plot the graph of their hope. This country, led by you and others who know God and are ultimate in wisdom, diminishes in grace and wanes in all aspects while you and your cohorts grow in riches and take the devil's position in tormenting the Nation. You and others are Godly and wise, and Nigerians daily swim in pains.
Your administration, from 1999, had blocked all sources of decent survival in Nigeria, making our country a tragic travesty of ironic spiritualism in which the guilty are the innocent and the free men the condemnable entities; and you all are children of God, and the citizens through whom your virtues can be indicated swim in agony.
On major occasions in this country, you had happily announced reasons why sadness should be Nigeria's plight. You advanced diabolical excuses to increase the cost of energy-sources, basic comforts and impeded possible routes to commoners' survival. Education becomes an 'illegal' endeavour, hunger Nigerian succour, homelessness our surest democratic dividend. Are these to reason, wisdom and Godliness?
When the people, screamed, wailed and rolled in tears, in need of food, clothing, homes and humble realization of their basic aspirations, you had responded with wickeder woes. You said Nigerians are unsacrificial and ungrateful because they greet your acrimonious villainy with stern insistence on the right conducts that, even if the leaders perish in the course of their noble duties as people's servants, you must ensure the survival of every Nigerian. Selfishness and ingratitude should be made of sterner fires.
You turned, like other baby presidents in human history, the interesting challenge of catering to others via availably fixed socio-political, economic and constitutional means, into Herculean obstacles of unconquerable features. Is it so impossible to cater to one's citizens with their own vast resources?
Your baby senators, representatives, governors, ministers, commissioners and local Government heads too, catching the shameful infection, have put finishing touches to the poverty your holy agenda had prescribed for Nigerians. How exactly are you Godly or wise, Mr. President?
Do you rate yourself luckier than Awo or MKO? Think this not: it is better to die in honest motives, wooing the trust of political power than to squander a mandate garnered through an untrustworthy procedure. Humanists, moralists and distinct Samaformists like Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Gani fawehinmi, Farooq Kperoogi, Uche Nwora, Obi Egbuna, Kennedy Emetulu, Valentine Ojo, Dele Olawole, Abubakar Umar, Chris Okotie, Okey Ndibe, Reuben Abati, or even my tiny self, should be remembered as better options when you get to meetings where, regardless of who the people prefer, you choose leaders for Nigeria.
This is the only hopeless hope manipulators like IBB have for warming up as the next presidential disappointment, neglecting with disdainful impunity, our demand that he explain his roles as Nigeria's military ruler -destroyer from 1985 to 1993!
From Pericle to Mandela, great effusions exist in numerous compilations, by kind leaders, consistent humanists and true saints to spur the world with a plethora of fine virtues and socio-political directions. Behold, none of your speeches shall inspire progressive posterity. This is not because they are dead of craft, but because they are a bundle of fake visions.
It is certain your vision is far from being fine if at all you have any. Or are you in any mistaken way a kind leader? What have you ever sacrificed to snatch Nigerians from the esophagus of destitution and death? Can you ever get bold enough as a soldier to mark wrong the skittish scripts of your political godfathers? You have, I must not deny this, some sort of diligent passion, which you passionately deploy to poison the Nation's hope. You cannot be said to be wise since wisdom only consists in living for the survival of justice.
You are the unjustest living leader I know. You have no clue, what true leadership entails. You vividly fit the descriptions of a baby president, which you are!
Becoming immortal entails doing what ordinary mortals dare not do; belonging to legends involves proving points that transcend existence. I know that the moral abortion you call constitution will resent this reasonable suggestion, being a preposterous product of minotaurs' mental masturbation, but I will either die or tame Nigeria to the taste of general good in just four months if you could sit aside to create the space, offering my short tenure the power to rule the way I choose.
Banish "the how" to the considerate care of samaformism. Just embrace this challenge and see how easily an adept humanist can loose the exaggerated knots of public good. If you refuse to risk bequeathing Nigeria to a dedicated leader for needed positive change, which insight predicts you will doubly do, change your uncaring calling and desist from being an engine of public pain to an angel of collective fulfillments. See Abacha's and Doe's death as indications of the futility that characterize this earth and be determined, like others, to live, but unlike others, to die, leaving a pretty profile fraught with noble deeds.
Those in charge of human welfare should not expect to be praised for duties half discharged and assignments badly executed. We elect leaders, or they impose themselves on us, that the problems arising from our collective existence may be wholly solved and goodly overseen. So far, your life is a painful slap on justice; your existence is a consistent rape on humanism.
You have done nothing to make the Nigerian insects and reptiles to wish to pretend to miss you, let alone citizens, when you die. It is not too late uncle. The surviving months, if gloriously spent in power, can erase your filths from the columns of history. Just write or begin the initiation of the composition of a constitution that empowers the people, never the leaders. That is the Nigeria's first political quagmire.
Make education and health facilities freely available to all Nigerians. Start the visionary economic policies that consolidate the people, not the elites; lead a truthful crusade of a social culture, which despises mindless wealth accumulation; get yourselves purged, starting with the holy elephants, and reward citizens with best morals.
In short, gather your political oracles, plan and execute all within the syllabus of kindness to change Nigeria. This is a century when all Nations should rise to the collective salvation of humanity. Nigeria shall do her big bit by being domestically responsible and internationally assertive and humane for the progress of the world. Tomorrow, let fastidious critics proudly say: "Nigerians live in fine chances and productive opportunities to educationally, socially, culturally, economically, politically and diplomatically sour high in glory because Obasanjo ruled Nigeria." Good luck Sir

Nigeria's chief corruption fighter Nuhu Ribadu says he will not relent
More than $380bn has either been stolen or wasted by Nigerian governments since independence in 1960, the chief corruption fighter has said.
Nuhu Ribadu told the BBC that Nigeria has "nothing much" to show for the missing money.

He said the worst period for corruption was the 1980s and '90s, but currently two-thirds of governors are being investigated by Mr Ribadu's agency.

Nigeria is Africa's biggest oil exporter but most people are poor.

The country is regularly ranked as one of the most corrupt by graft watchdog Transparency International.

President Olusegun Obasanjo declared a state of emergency in Ekiti State on Thursday after the governor was found guilty of siphoning state funds into personal bank accounts and receiving kickbacks.

Political corruption

Mr Ribadu said he had come up with his figure of $380bn stolen or wasted since independence "easily" through records kept by the Nigerian central bank and the ministry of finance.

"Basically, this money has gone to waste, nothing much to show for it," he told the BBC's Network Africa programme.

WHAT DOES $384.6BN BUY?

225 Space Shuttles
795,115 Rolls Royce Phantoms
400m PC computers
32m primary school rooms
3,800kg rice for each Nigerian

"Of course, probably part of it will have gone to outside stealing."

Mr Obasanjo's critics say the fight against corruption is being used to victimise his opponents ahead of next year's elections.

Mr Obasanjo is not standing after an attempt to let him seek a third term was defeated.

But Mr Ribadu denied he has a political motive in his fight against corruption.

"When you are doing this kind of work, you will always be accused of one thing or another."

Last month, Vice-President Atiku Abubakar was indicted on charges of corruption, which could stop him from running for office.

He denies allegations he diverted $125m into personal business interests.

Mr Ribadu has led Nigeria's battle against corruption as chairman of the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC).

The EFCC says in the past two years it has recovered more than $5bn and has successfully prosecuted 82 people.

Money laundering

Mr Ribadu told the BBC that $140m had been recovered from one unnamed former Nigerian leader and that nearly $400m of illegally gained assets had been identified in the possession of a former governor of Bayelsa State.


Vice-President Abubakar denies corruption allegations
Last year, Nigeria recovered $458m found in Swiss bank accounts linked to the country's late military ruler Sani Abacha.

Mr Abacha was in power from 1993 to 1998 and is thought to have embezzled billions of dollars.

Last year his son, Abba Sani Abacha, was charged with money laundering and fraud after being extradited to Switzerland.

Despite the missing money Nigeria has managed to pay off its multi-billion dollar debt to the Paris Club of major lenders, thanks to high oil prices.

About $5bn is still owed to other lenders including the World Bank and the private sector.

With the tacit approval of mortals for whom this year represents disaster and vast tears, against the whishy preferences of destroyables whose fortune arrived in the cloning cyclone of this moment's best, the year two thousand and five seems to have sealed its resolve to die; and like other years before it, it shall connect the Olympian coil of careful calendering eternity taints with triviality.
Whose vision, regulation and version of time really count in this counting world? The numeramaticians and scientists whose common value valves the tiniest pace of our space with decided speculations? The beings who measure time by the bliss and bane of socio-economic and political dynamics? The efficiently uncounting Creature who counts with the most accurate but hidden indices?
Time's esoteric valour confers on it some serious sense of invincibility. In the tumescent war of existence, time is the losing victor, man the winning vanquish. The placebo effect of wishing to live long is suddenly ruined by the drastic, irrevocable decrease of every increase. In the end, time survives the antics of man and dictates the conceits of life. Time is the summary of man; the real man of man is time.
Born on the 24th day of August 2983, I noticed as I appreciated in all departments of basic appreciations that the seconds and minutes and hours I had seen, the months and years I had hired, all are fragments of time my fallibly undiscerning mind thought my entire being had defeated. In actual sense, time was my spender and my survivor; and I, the spent and the survived, boasted no escemplifiable claim of being either the predecessor or the successor.
Man could gather bards and decide his place in the context of time, but time it is, which reason gives the beginning and the end; of good and evil, of joy and pain, and of all you may think. Whether man makes a twin twist of tales that turn tremendous existential topics into turpitude and tears, or he converts these into substances mystery shall admit being inferior to when compared to the novel enigma they could constitute, time is the riddle sages sell-out with honour; time is the danger arguers announce with precincts; time is the evil prophets fight tooth and nail.
Antithetically too, time is the sage, a sell-out to riddles; time is the augurer, announcer of dangers; time is the prophet, the freedom fighter of ages. Time is the best host, the worst visitor. Time is no vacuum in eternity, not because the unknown parameters that fixed its composition disfavours our dreams, but because the squared matrix of diagonally vivid secret is a propeller to holy desire as well as humane existence. Beings who recognize the presence of time assist its significance and plough back the benefits in its store, onto themselves.
I am time, and time is me! Therefore Before The Year Ends is a double-edged philosophical discuss that marks for the season, the end-muses of a determinedly dying year, and plays for reason, the sweet music of all travails and timely aids encountered in my noble aspiration for personal fulfillment that my goal of a happy humanity has come to represent from birth. It is the acknowledging file for worthy profiles, of human factors, which had fanned, us cool. Before this year ends, I pour out my heart to you all, doling out my all to enthrone the fattest gratitude, which I feel obliged to give, as a samaformist and humanist.
To be sober and remember that mortality ties the fullness of human emptiness, and shun all that beastliness portends in sweetest shells, in bitterest cells, while still in limited chances, is to strive for the best social order for man; to concentrate and make straight blunders judgmental paranoia begrudge into gross hegira, while one's best is set and rejected by reigning mortals and still resolve to continue with one's trade in human progress is to rank oneself above the repudiation of insincere minds and prove one's spirits above the Greek gift of the unsacrificial; to be sad, and still be charged into righteous riots, like the Shakespearean Mark Antony-Pleabiean experience while one's villains hide safely in the ceaseless succour of pretence and heroes in the arsenal of self-sustenance that confuse our noble cause and shaken our human strength and threaten our hope of one humanity which Nations' obsession with patriotism and extreme cultural identity had seen to the grave, is to radically plan and achieve for ideal collectivism, all that individualism can never accomplish in a million years!
As Dreamers Movement steps ahead of today, we who pilot its dream, as its drive, though it inherits some traits from Sisyphus' endeavor, resolve in our calcium-courage to storm roaring oceans and challenge every challengeable challenge to aid the race of man beyond the fear of now. As the Founder and President of the DREAMERS MOVEMENT, whatever my group attains shall go down to form the foundation of the tomorrow humanity global activists and humanists had always talked about.
It will be unsure for the future if gone eras are permanently hired by oblivion, and there is no greatness in the remembrance of past pains except it be for the retention of the lessons they teach. My twenty-nine years on earth was inspired by the agenda of mortals who offered their entire existence to the general good of the world. Even when I am misconceived and wrongly interpreted, good remains the only calling for which my little life shall live and eventually die; justice the only ideology my legs shall run; human welfare the only lecture my gluteus shall sit to plan; and collectivism-destroying tenets the only evil my mouth shall lambaste.
The inspiration peeps from my passion for global liberty, I will purpose nothing less than general joy. Because I am madly in love with unifying good, nothing derailing, and I hope my God will sustain this, which evil can sponsor, murders the samaformism in me. Forever, a samaformist and humanist I shall be. Along the line, I may, as I might have done in the past, make some mistakes, which, reconciled to my fine intentions, is still not beyond redemption. In my mind, I plan to improve on my conducts that my goal of a greater humanity would see the penetrating light of moral civilization. This I noticed I must note, before the year ends.
The impulse of natural and social perils strike mortals at equal rate, but the perception of facts is a function of personal restrictions dictated by varied rates of morality and mind-fertility. I had seen and heard of situations, which exponentially wedged the world into great pains. Deep down in me, I had wished that I was around when they happened so I could either prevent or proffer solutions to the destruction erudite ignorance had caused the human family. Immediately, I would be sorry for my seemingly supercilious thought {and my great wish for sanity on earth always fosters this!}, having read about the impacts of those before me who had courageously fought to outlaw the passion of the evil, above the limits my nothingness could probably accomplish.
Assisted by the grace of the Creator, who, by accident or design, also causes the Hobbesian imbroglios on earth by reproachably creating and questionably sustaining the devil and his evil, futuristic men and women had practically given their all to redeem the plight of man; and while I thank them so much---the Jesus, the Mohammed's, the Platos, the Aristotles, the Pericles, the Buddhas, the Lincolns, the Awos, the Ziks, the Nkrumahs, the Nyereres, the Mandelas, the Ghandis, the Darwins, the Newtons, the Eisteins, the Dubois, the Shakespeareans, the Ceasers, the Swifts, the Miltons, the Emersons, the Dantes, the Jeffersons, and numerous millions, brave soldiers, progressive students, politicians and activists who offered more than they had to rectify the social madness of their days.
Today, thousands of foundations, organizations, media outfits, and governments do convincingly distinguish themselves as good fosterers. They are established and run by men and women of sacrificial spirits for our world's well being. From Africa to Europe, Australia, Asia and America, fierce feats are recorded in improving the deplorable human situations by public and private powers. Online and offline pressure groups contributed to the little joy the world can boast today. So before the year ends, I doff my honorable cap for you all.
As I pray for the pullulation of your passion and an enduring might for your inspiration, I say that your ways had made us to subscribe to J.F Kennedy's wise words that "…as we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them" and by this inspiration we shall all relate with our cause till the end of time.
As anthrpos of social justice, build on the pillars of collective happiness even as kantanthropos continue to advance in the destruction of human values. In the end, the voice, even silence; the action, as well as inaction, which favour universal liberty, shall win. If not in our time, but certainly in coming eras. With respect and love from me and SAMAFORM and all that I hold dear, I conclude my muse-missive with Charles Dickens' words, a sort of oration I shall eventually read at its obsequies, when this year dies:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of time, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief; it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us we were all going direct to heaven; we were all going direct to the other way.
I wish you a successful year-transition.