Chief Fèmi Fani-Kayode THE LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL Poetry is the language of the soul and the vocal expression of the inner spirit. It is pure. It is clean. It is energising. It is invigorating. Like caviar, it is an acquired taste that is only for those that are refined, enlightened and sophisticated enough to […]
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Happy birthday to my beautiful and beloved son Aragorn. You are my strength. You are my heart. You are my joy. You are my glory. You prove to me that amidst the darkness there is light: that amidst the turbulence of life’s trials and tribulations resides the awesome power of God which brings new beginnings,
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Love God with all your heart and soul. Resist the devil and his agents and emissaries. Fight against evil. Stand up for the weak, the vulnerable, the persecuted and the oppressed. Speak truth to power. Bless the poor. Be merciful to the young. Defend the old. Challenge the rich. Let courage and faith be your
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“Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that has chosen to defy the armies of the Living God? You come against us with Fulani herdsmen, Boko Haram, Arewa Youths and your brutal army but we come against you in the name of the Lord of Hosts, the God of the Armies of Israel.
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I am a product of divine prophecy and a fulfilment of God’s promise. I am the axe that cuts down the evil tree. I am the wind that parts the dark waters. I am the shining light that resists the terrors of the night. I am the warrior that never falters or falls in battle.
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My Precious, my soul-mate, my wife, my friend, the mother of my beautiful son Aragorn and the one that brings me joy.
O Igbo arise! O Igbo arise! O Igbo arise! Let the chains of subjugation be broken, let the yoke of slavery be shattered and let the shackles of servitude fall.
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There is a code of honor amongst the Sons of Light, a standard for the Armour Bearers of Truth and a word for the Knights of God’s Round Table. They read as follows. Resist oppression. Confront the evil. Face down the devil. Stand up to tyranny. Speak truth to power. Defend the righteous. Despise injustice.
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THEY LOVE THE BLOOD !!! The blood is life. The blood is sweet. They love to see it flow. They love to see it sprinkled. They love to see it spattered all over the walls. They love its smell and its warmth. They love it even more when, It is the blood of infants and
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There is nowhere like Londinium. The heart of the world beating right there before the warmth of an open big red faggot-popping hot log fire. It burns cosily in the giant old halls which lie behind those ancient walls in the ice cold snow and winds of winter.
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