Enjoy this music Video – JEHOVAH SWAGGER!

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When you experience the goodness of God in ways you cannot explain in plain human language, you can only shout for joy and just call Him JEHOVAH…the self-existent God!

This video is for everyone who has seen or desires to see the Hand of God in their lives mightily. ENJOY and leave comments please.


Pittsburgh Shooting: Terrorism Against the Church

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Acts of terrorism targeted against God’s people dates back to Bible days, and has continued all through to modern-day church history. For example, in the days of Nehemiah the Prophet, while rebuilding the broken-down walls of Jerusalem, Sanballat and his friends made attempts to attack the Children of Israel in order to frustrate the work. (See Nehemiah Chapter 4)

However, Nehemiah’s response provides a basic guideline for today’s church in its response to unprovoked acts of aggression, violence and terrorism targeted at her. Prophet Nehemiah created a “security committee”, armed with swords, shields, and bows with the responsibility to protect lives and property. So, while some worked on rebuilding the broken down walls, others kept vigil and watched over everyone else. This pro-active and pre-emptive action ensured that the work of rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem not only continued unhindered, but the entire community was protected.

A Worrisome Trend

A critical look at global and national statistics on terrorism against places of worship indicates that this worrisome trend of attacks against the Church and other public spaces like schools and shopping malls, is likely to continue unabated for the following simple reasons:

1. Churches, Synagogues, Schools and shopping malls are soft targets which attracts high patronage at clearly pre-determined times and days. Hence, the possibility of recording higher casualties is a major motivation for attackers.

2. The Open Door practice of Churches and other places of worship portrays them as a welcoming place for all – the good, the bad and the ugly – that is, “mixed multitude”. While the open door policy is not a bad idea in itself, to have free, unrestricted access to the worship halls and other services areas during worship hours definitely is.

3. Churches or places of worship are generally considered as private-public places, meaning that the facilities are generally open to the public during certain periods even though they are privately owned. However, the Right of Admission into the property is the exclusive preserve of the property owners and access control processes and procedures should be put in place to enforce it.

As Robert Cirtin, Author of “Church Safety and Security: A Practical Guide” puts it, “Our culture is changing, and religious leaders can no longer assume that ‘It won’t happen in my church.’ Like the rest of society, [religious leaders] need to ensure the safety and security of their facility, staff and worshipers.” Jeff Hawkins, who is Executive Director, Christian Security Network also pointed out that “As a society, we protect businesses, schools, banks and other institutions. Now, more than ever, that same level of protection needs to be extended to churches and faith-based organizations.”

It is clear that even in the best of circumstances, governments alone cannot handle the security of lives and property of its citizens. Private individuals and religious organizations such as churches, mosques, synagogues, etc. must take up the responsibility to provide for their own security, in line with applicable laws.

Life’s issues are not peculiar to you alone

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What you’re going through is not an exclusive preserve for you. Listen carefully, EVERYBODY has one or two things they are dealing with. When I say everybody, I mean everybody, and that includes me.

Image result for you are not aloneFrom secret pains to open shame, personal struggles and private tears. Heartbreaks, disappointments, let downs, regrets, stuff that make people cry and literally gnash their teeth… Everybody has a dose or more of life’s issues.
Everybody has what is either driving them to God or away from Him, to booze, drugs or sex.
When you see people and you’re in awe of their personalities or admire how far they have come and made it in life, you may want to sit with them and allow them open up on what they have had to contend with or are still contending with. Behind the professionally filtered and made-up faces on social media are stories that those filters can never erase.

You don’t have money? There’s a man crying in my neighborhood because he can’t get his wife pregnant. He can’t even have an erection! Would you want to trade places? You don’t have a phone, but there’s a deaf person somewhere whose ears were knocked off after a mild bout of fever as a little child. Would you rather trade places?

Somebody was nasty to you? Let me take you to another person who lost a spouse, a child to the cold hands of death. Would you rather trade places? You just lost a job but there’s someone who used to be gainfully employed but is no longer certain of the next few hours because he or she is battling a debilitating sickness that is sniffing life out of him every second.

Recently, I met a badly burnt lady, a lone survivor of a terrible automobile crash. The way she’s so grateful to be alive, the way she expresses joy because “God spared my life” is so infectious. You look at her disfigured face and body and they don’t match what she expresses.

Friends, this week, shift your focus a bit. Take it away from that issue. Look at those around you, at least you can see some very obvious cases of people that life has dealt a terrible blow.

Be thankful that you can be thankful. Be thankful that you can breath unaided. You’re not fed through a tube. There is hope, friends. There is hope. Be encouraged. It won’t always be like this. Like I always say, life’s problems are not wired to last forever. Only God lasts forever and if we have Him in our corner, we’re good. It’s a great week.


(c) Henry Ngenge

An Introduction to the Concept of Self Policing as a Catalyst for effective Community Policing in Nigeria

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The new concept of self policing in community policing is derived from the belief that the individual, as a core stimulant of societal development, can and should take responsibility, not only for his or her personal security and safety, but also for that of the immediate environment or community through good conduct, accountability to law and order, commitment to the common good, personal productivity and commonsense.


Community policing provides the balance between regular law enforcement agencies and the communities they seek to serve, by allowing security agents interact and connect freely with the people, gain the trust and confidence that allow credible information sharing, encourage swifter emergency response and curtail crimes and criminalities in the society.


However, while community policing focuses on the community as the target beneficiary, self policing advocates dealing with the individual as the single most critical unit of engagement in the community policing effort. Since the community is assessed as an aggregation of the individuals living or doing business in it, it is imperative that the individual is willfully agreeable to, and committed to the goals of the larger community for it to succeed. Community policing is also usually an initiative of government to improve security of lives and property but self policing is the collective initiative and will of the people for whom protection is sought.


Sadly, a major reason why the civil population in Nigeria appears to be against the Nigeria Police over the past years is because of the perceived highhandedness, corruption, political interference and extra-judicial activities of the police. Although the Police high command is making efforts to address these issues and many more, in its attempts to bring its services closer to the people, there appear to be no hope in sight that these challenges will ever be truly eradicated from the core of the law enforcement organization. There yet remains a “no love lost” situation between the two groups.



The self policing model is intended to stir the minds of people in the direction of thinking through all possible ways and means by which they can strengthen their individual resolve to ensure general security and safety, not only for themselves and their families, but also for the larger society. Thus, the points depicted in the diagram below are by no means exhaustive. The reader is at liberty to add more so long as it drives him/her to a greater commitment in the overall quest to secure lives and property where they live or do business.

The Self Policing Model

Self policing does not in any way equal arming oneself for personal protection. It is about changing our attitudes and turning our energy towards promoting good conducts and a high sense of communal living that helps law enforcement to mitigate criminality. Hence, no matter the good intentions of community policing, the idea will largely fail to yield the desired results and remain a theory rather than practice, if the citizens are unwilling to commit to their participation and personal sacrifice, where and if necessary.


The concept of Self Policing, therefore, seeks to draw the attention of policymakers to the urgent need to develop a national orientation blueprint that will evolve a holistic strategy of social education, capacity building, human capital development, and political representation that will gain the confidence of citizens and encourage them to deliver their total involvement and commitment that will engender peaceful co-existence, security and safety for all.



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April 26, 2018

Slavery Is Alive And Well: The Dark Truth Behind Worldwide Modern Slavery

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A report published September 2017 highlighting the scourge of modern-day slavery paints a stark picture.

“We now have the largest number of slaves on Earth than we’ve had in human history,” said Andrew Forrest, founder of the Walk Free Foundation, an organization working to end contemporary slavery and human trafficking which co-authored “Global Estimates of Modern Slavery” with the International Labor Organization, or ILO.

“But we also feel equally as confident that we have the weapons now, we have the communications skills, we have the interest to raise it to public attention,” Forrest said. “As soon as the public becomes aware that slavery exists among them they can ask the question when they’re at the teller, or when they’re at the shops, or when they’re buying clothes, how can I be sure that this clothing, this seafood, this product wasn’t made by slaves? And with that question frees a slave.”

The report demonstrates the challenges of achieving the United Nations’ goal of combating forced labor, modern slavery and human trafficking in all its forms by 2025. But it’s not due to lack of trying, researchers said.

“The thing about criminals is that they are incredibly inventive,” said Fiona David, the Walk Free Foundation’s executive director of global research. “So as one form of slavery becomes illegal or becomes very difficult to perpetrate, criminals really look for the weakest link and they find new ways to exploit the vulnerability.”

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The report, supplemented by accompanying analysis by the ILO, examines different forms of forced labor, which it said occurred in every region of the world in 2016. The problem was the most prevalent in Africa, followed by Asia, the Pacific, Europe and Central Asia, according to the report, which acknowledged that the results should be interpreted with caution due to the dearth of data from some areas, such as the Americas and Arab states.

According to the report, which also spotlights forced marriage, “no single source provides suitable and reliable data for all forms of modern slavery.”

The core statistics were based on national surveys involving interviews with more than 71,000 respondents across 48 countries, researchers said. It was supplemented with data from the International Organization for Migration that also partnered to produce the report, according to David.

The enslaved included people threatened or coerced into roles as domestic workers, on construction sites and farms, in clandestine factories and in the sex trade.

Here’s a look at some of the disturbing numbers, which the report warned were conservative estimates due to the limitations of the data.

151.6 million

The number of children 5 to 17 years old who are in forced labor, according to International Labor Organization findings. By international standards, child labor is defined as “work that is hazardous, demands too many hours, or is performed by children who are too young,” the agency said.

89 million

The number of people who have experienced some form of slavery in the last five years. The average length of time victims were forced to work varied from a few days to five years. And one in four victims of modern slavery were children, the report found.

“Slavery is a crime of opportunity,” said Forrest, who is also chair of the Fortescue Metals Group, an Australian iron ore company. “If you’re in Bahrain and you’re enslaving an African girl … because you think you’re a higher species of human, you’re in fact nothing more than the modern-day slaver who used to ship Africans out of Africa to Europe and North America for blood money.”

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40.3 million

The estimated number of people who were victims of slavery in 2016. Of these, 25.9 million were men, women, and children who were forced to work against their will last year.

Meanwhile, 15.4 million people were confined to a marriage to which they had not consented. Most the enslaved are women and girls, who comprise 71% of the overall total of enslaved people.

“People need to be aware that if they enslave a domestic servant if they enslave a child if they enslave a bonded laborer, they are nothing greater than the worst individuals who propagated slavery in the 18th century,” Forrest said

16 million

The number of people who were in forced labor in the private economy in 2016. Half of these men and women were in so-called “debt bondage,” in which personal debt is paid through forced labor, according to the report.

5.7 million

The number of children who were forced to marry. Among the child victims,44% were forced to marry before they were 15 years old.

“Child marriage and forced marriage is absolutely the domain of government and we should force governments to put an end to the practice, which absolutely meets every definition of slavery,” Forrest said.

4.1 million

The average number of people in “state-imposed forced labor” last year. These included citizens recruited by government authorities to participate in agriculture or construction work for economic development, and young military conscripts.

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The number of adults who endured forced sexual exploitation. In addition, 1 million children were victims of commercial sexual exploitation. The vast majority of those subjugated were women and girls.

So how to end this modern-day scourge?

Ridding the world of this blight would require “a multifaceted a response,” the report said, with solutions targeting economic, social, cultural, and legal factors.

“There can be no one-size-fits-all solution,” the report said.

Companies, governmental agencies, and consumers must collaborate and take the lead, Forrest said.

“I think that there’s real hope in the world that slavery can come to an end with the united action of business and government,” Forrest said. “That is absolutely the solution.”


(c) AwarenessAct

NOW I’M A LIVING DEAD ! (A True Life Story) – PART 2

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Those that murdered sleep should be ready for sleepless nights.

The door to Gbenga’s house was open as I had anticipated. He was abreast of what was going to happen. The day I knew I was going to be murdered, I had gone to inform him, being a friend, a next gate neighbor and a man I had come to respect. He was there with his wife Abimbola as I entered.

“They have murdered me,” I announced.

“So you’re now dead?” Gbenga asked with a suppressed smile.

“Yes, dead but not buried.” He took a glass of water that was on the table and began to sprinkle some water on me.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I exclaimed.

“To see if you will disappear. I heard that ghosts disappears if you sprinkle water on them.”

Gbenga has a great sense of humour. Our friendship wasn’t instantaneous; it began after the day we had a heated argument during a meeting of Landlords in the street we lived in at Ajao Estate. It was over who was better suited to be security operatives of our close: vigilante group or two Abokis. Few weeks later we became close friends. I called him “Onye Ofe Mmanu” and he called me “Omo Ajalaokuta”.

“I’m now a ghost,” I said and made a move like the zombies in Michael Jackson’s Thriller music video. He laughed hard with his wife.

“We’re laughing but this is not a laughing matter. How could that woman be so wicked?” Abimbola said.

“Is it because I’m a strong man? You for don kill me tey-tey,” Gbenga teased her, “…see as landladies full all over Lagos.”

“Oriodaa,” Abimbola gave him a little push.

Abimbola was a very robust woman, so overweight she could hardly get up from a seat. She spoke English with a deep Yoruba ascent, but a very nice woman.

Now that I’m a ghost I have to start acting like one. How do ghosts act? There are two types of ghosts…gentle ghosts and angry ghosts. I’m an angry ghost with one sole mission….to torment.

Abimbola rubbed a white powder all over my head and face. I put on a white Jalabia and a white hand gloves, and stood against a white wall. To act like a ghost, you have to look like a ghost.

“You look like a ghost from Imo state;” Gbenga said, laughing.Image result for Ghosts

“I know I am.”

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, let’s do this.”

Gbenga dialed Chioma’s number on WhatsApp video call and stood before me. She picked and stared at the image on her screen. Confusion was all over her face. My hands were in the air moving like a zombie. Well, I think zombies and ghosts are closely related.

“Chioma, Chioma-a,” I began to speak, “why did you kill me?”

Her mouth dropped; her face panic-stricken and even more confused. I was enjoying the moment. It could be fun being a ghost.

“I loved you Chioma-a, but you killed me,” I continued, “Why? Why? Chioma why?”



The first day I met Chioma was a coincidence I will never forget. It was a hurting hot afternoon in the busy streets of Lagos. I had gone to FHA Office in Festac Town to make enquiries about a land I wanted to buy at Festac Extension. On my way going back to Ajao Estate, I noticed a girl at the back of a Danfo commercial bus. She was putting on a sun shade, she was beautiful and she was crying.

The tears of a woman can melt an ice, but the tears of a beautiful woman can melt an iron. I drove after the bus.

Don’t get me wrong. I was used to beautiful girls. I had some at my beck and call. Like Iniedo, Genevieve, Chika, Aisha, Jumai….to mention but a few. But there was something different about this girl. The girl stopped at Ijesha, I parked my car and followed her.

“Hey! Young lady,” I called after her. She looked at me but continued walking.

“It’s you I’m calling,” we were now shoulder to shoulder.

She looked at me.

“How may I help you?” She asked.

“I saw you crying in the bus,” I went straight to the point, “and I want to know why.”

“I wasn’t crying.” She replied.

“I know the difference between tears and rain. And today is a sunny day…”

“Even if I was, it’s not your business” she retorted.

“Well, I want to make it mine now.” She began to walk away, I followed.

“Stop following me or I will shout that you want to kidnap me.”

“And you know what will happen afterwards? People will mob me, hang a tire on my neck and set me ablaze. My blood will be in your hand.”

She thought about it and began to walk again. I followed.

“My life is about to be messed up,” she began.


“I’m supposed to be having my final exams soon, but I can’t without paying my school fees. I’m from a poor home.”


“I told a distant uncle who is rich and he promised to help and asked me to come. On getting to his house at Satellite Town he showed me the money but placed a condition.”

“Which is?” I became impatient.

She looked at me without her sunglasses and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked more beautiful than she was in the bus.

“That I sleep with him,” she admitted, “I refused and he tried to rape me. I was able to escape.”

Wicked! Why is the world full of wickedness and wicked people? Taking advantage of an innocent girl in her moment of vulnerability should be a crime against humanity, punishable by God and man.

“How much is the school fees, anyway?” I asked

“Eighty Thousand Naira”

“Follow me.” I beckoned.


“Follow me.”

“To where? Why?”

“Listen, I’m not like your uncle. Just trust me.”

“All men are the same.”

“Some men are different.

She hesitated for a moment before following me. At a building across the street was a Diamand Bank, my bank. I went to the ATM, inserted my card and made a withdrawal. I then went back to her.

“Open your hand bag,” I said.


“Open your hand bag.”

She opened it and I put some cash inside.

“In there is a Hundred K.”


“Eighty K is for your school fees.”


“Use the remaining to help yourself.”


“Ok, maybe I have to repeat what I said,” I was almost laughing, “you now have a hundred K that can solve your school palaver. Go and make your parents proud.”

“What? Oh my God!”

“I have to be going,” I began to walk back to my car.

I didn’t ask her to follow me but she did. I entered my car and she stood beside the door.

“You didn’t even ask for my name.” she said, “and you didn’t tell me who you are.”

“Ok, my name is Kelechi Onuoha, but friends call me Kacy.”

“Ok, my names are Chioma Felicia Okoro. A final year student of Mass Communication at LASU. I live at No 13 Friday street here in Ijesha with my parents, but I come from Onitsha…”

“It’s a pleasure to know you, Chioma,” I gave her my complimentary card, “call me whenever you want.”

“Thank you Kacy. God bless you,” she looked inside her hand bag, “Oh my God, Oh my God!”

I started the car and drove off. I watched her through the mirror, she stood there waving. And I could still hear her voice in my head…“Oh my God, Oh my God!”

A year and few months later we were married.



“Chioma, why did you kill me?” Her confusion turned to terror.

“No! You’re a ghost,” she cried out, “You’re a ghost.”

Yes, I’m a ghost. A living ghost.

Her terror turned to panic and….C-R-A-S-H! She smashed her iPhone 6 against the wall….



…..to be continued ( Part 3)

NOW I’M A LIVING DEAD! (A True Life Story)

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Now I'm Living Dead!

I’m laid down dead on my bed, in my bedroom, watching and listening to Chioma my wife speak with her mother on the phone. She was happy I was dead. She killed me with a poison.

“Yes Mama,” she said over the phone, “the idiot is dead.”
“So quick?” Her mother said.
“Yes oo, so quick.”
“I told you, Akanshi is a strong babalawo.”
“That’s true mama. What do I do now?”
“You know where he keeps all the documents?”
“Yes I do.”
“Perfect. Make sure you gather all of them together. The houses, the cars, the banks and every other document available.”
“Ok Mama.”
“After that start crying and call neighbors. I’m right on my way.”

Chioma had the habit of setting her phone on speaker, the reason why I could hear her mother. My wife of three years conspired with her mother to kill me. Chioma that I loved so much, saw her through the university and sent her to Paris for her masters. The urge to jump from the bed and pounce on her was much but I held myself back. I needed to keep my cool to unveil more secrets. I watched as she searched frantically for all the documents to my properties. She piled them up beside the wall mirror, looking herself in the mirror and smiling.

I smiled within me, knowing how I just escaped death by the whiskers. I was such a lucky man. I remembered how it all happened the day before. I came back earlier than I usually do without calling to inform my wife. Chioma wasn’t in the sitting room, I decided to tip toe to the bedroom to surprise her. On getting to the door I could hear her voice, she was on the phone with her mother.

“Mama, are you sure it will kill him?”
“Yes, I trust Akanshi.”
“I can’t wait for this man to die, I need my freedom to live as I want.”
“He will die tomorrow, just follow the instruction. Add the substance in his juice and make sure he drinks it.”
“I will Mama, trust me.”

I was glued to the spot. My own wife was planning to kill me and tomorrow I would die by poisoning. I tip toed back to the sitting room and as quietly as I entered I left. I left knowing what to do, for to die I would. The next day, being today, the day of my death, I left very early to my office like everything was okay. I came back in the afternoon prepared to drink some juice and die. Chioma my wife was exceptionally happy to see me, I was pretentiously overjoyed to see her. We kissed, yes, and we made love on the couch. According to her plan, she went and brought a glass of juice for me. And according to my plan I sent her to bring my briefcase to show her a very important document. She left. Before she came back I had exchanged the glass of juice with a different one. She saw me gulp down the last juice as she came back. She cracked a smile.
According to plan, I began to feel some pain in my stomach. As the pain grew severe I began to crawl on the floor. Chioma, as a loving and caring wife came to help, I told her to take me to the room. She did and laid me gently on the bed.

“Honey, you will be fine,” she assured, “I’m here for you.”

Such a loving wife.

I began to shiver and I began to foam from the mouth, then I died.


Chioma left the mirror and walked towards the bed. She stood over my dead body, with triumph on her face.

“Idiot,” she cursed, “anu ofia. I thought you’re a superman.” She spit on me.
I remained motionless but watching her every move. She took her mobile phone and dialed a number.

“Hello Chike,” she said.

Chike? Which Chike? Chike my best man and best friend?

“Hello sweetheart,” that was Chike’s voice. My best friend.
“My love, I have a good news.”
“Really? I can’t want to hear.”
“The idiot is dead.”
“Kacy naa, don’t you remember our discussion again?”
“Oh yes, I do I do. Great. Start crying, I’m on my way.”

My best man and best friend too was in the conspiracy to kill me. What a wicked world.
Chioma stored the documents in one of her bags, went to the mirror to look at her beautiful face one more time. Beautiful demon. She rearranged her hair and made for the door. Opening the door she turned back to look at me.

“Rest in peace,” she said and left.

I quietly got up from the bed, went to her bag and collected the file containing all my documents. On top of the wardrobe, the portable Nikon video recorder I had planted there earlier was still rolling, I collected it and turned it off. Quietly like the ghost I was, I opened the window, scaled through and vanished from the compound. Chioma’s voice could be heard crying loudly. I’m now going to be a ghost, to torment those that killed me. The battle line is drawn.



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