Malik Ademola

Whenever people say cliches like "if you want to change the world, change it with your hands" do they mean that if I desire a changed world, I should sheath my sword and spill  blood? Or perhaps they mean I should instil a change putting pen to paper? The world has been thrown into turmoil that arises from this cliche, people misunderstand it, and twist the meaning to suit their courses. Are they worthy of blame? No they are only wallowed in lust of their so called revolution. Even that they sheath their swords, spill their bloods, leave their bodies turn carcasses to be feed on by scavengers, the public still reckon with them as altruist for they think their rights are fought for. But I call them egoist who have been devoured by the luxury of their revolution. Violence, so the saying goes, begets Violence. You can have a change with a sword but it will only last momentarily, why? You achieve the change but you've left a scar which is deeper than your countless imagina...

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The beginning of 2016, I set my goals but unfortunately I didn't fulfill all, 'will I not fulfill my goals?' I asked myself on 31st December. Then I got depressed, my mind incarcerated, my actions palpably becoming obnoxious, my thoughts became incessant and my brain perturbed. Then my sturdy intellect became worried and scrambled through itself, beseeching for the incarcerated mind a way out. Then it found one, it was far more than an answer, it blew my mind with euphoria, complimented my countenance with exuberance, my sense of realization awakened, my smile suppressed my despondency and my distraught, mitigated. Then I came to realize "that every year ends, even 2017 will, but 31st December is just a day that will dawn and dusk and 1st January is the day that follows. That these days are just normal counting days which will last until reckoning begins. That 31st December will not always cart away my unfulfilled goals but rather 1st January gives a chance for rene...

I wonder why many Africans living in diaspora feel abashed when labelled as blacks, so, I asked myself, are they not proud they are Africans? Don't they give respect to their etymology? I couldn't find any sufficient and appropriate answer not until I realised I've been misusing the two phrases "being African" and "being Black". An eccentric person might not make a sense out of this, why? Because he thinks he's black and not African. Have you ever wondered the kind of infuriating responses you'll get when you ask a non-African who an African is? One of such provocative answers is "being black". Therefore, is it not just to jump to an extrapolation that black is a term use often in socially based systems of racial discriminating or of ethnicity, to describe persons who are perceived to be dark-skinned compared to other given populations? As "Blackness" also is a term imposed at the moment of conquest by apex oppressors, as a ...