Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Jerusalem: The Eternal Capital of Mankind

Why the noise about Jerusalem especially, about the recent declaration by President Donald J. Trump of the USA that Jerusalem is the official capital of Israel? The noise and concern as voiced by some global citizens are centered around the fact that Jerusalem is home to sacred monuments in the three Abrahamic or monotheistic religions of Judaism, Christianity and Islam. These three religions have reference to the same Supreme God, the Creator of all things. They agree on this and share similarity in some other areas especially in the commonality of Abraham, the friend of God in all these religions which in itself should send wise signal to discerning minds of the purpose of God. But their major differences come in the manner they relate with God through the icons of their faiths: Moses- the man of God, Jesus Christ- the Son of God and God-incarnated, Mohammed- the messenger of God. This also has so much to do with their claims on Jerusalem. For instance, the Temple Mount in the Old City,  held sacred by the three religions, is site to the Al-Aqsa Mosque which is thought to mark the place from which Muhammad is believed to have ascended to heaven (the Isra and Mi'raj); the Foundation Stone or the Rock which is believed in Judaism to be the location of the Holiest of Holies, the spiritual junction between the Heaven and the Earth and thus the holiest site in Judaism towards which the Jews pray; and the Church of the Holy Sepulchre which contain "the two holiest sites in Christianity: the site where Jesus of Nazareth was crucified, at a place known as "Calvary" or "Golgotha", and Jesus's empty tomb, where he is said to have been buried and resurrected".
Whereas man's misguided understanding of God and His ways which are past finding out has made claims to physical and material holiness appealing. It has brought about wanton destruction of lives and properties. It has created terrorism and extremist behaviour. Notwithstanding, claims to the history of any people is both just and worthy, and standing by the truth and reality is the most honorable thing anyone can do.
However, Jerusalem, being one of the oldest surviving world cities holds significant place in the general history of mankind. It is therefore necessary to understand what the Maker, the Most High God has as His sacred and eternal plans for the city. And this plan, He alone will achieve without the instrumentality of man or his religions or history. In the Revelation of Jesus Christ which God gave Him to show His servants as witnessed and testified to by John the Elder who reported that: 
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband... And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God,Having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal; And had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel: On the east three gates; on the north three gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates.And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.
Certainly, Jerusalem shall be the only surviving city of all time. While the beauty of Paris, the hectic wonders of New York and the vanity of Babylon shall all pass, the glorious holiness of Jerusalem shall descend from above and all the inhabitants of the earth shall dwell in it. It shall be built upon the foundation of the Apostles and the gates thereunto shall be the twelve tribes of Israel. When the dots of the history of Jerusalem are connected to this its glorious future, simple wisdom or common sense have it that, faith in Christ Jesus, the Son of David, the Son of Abraham shall be the claiming right to the Jerusalem. So, as it were, there is something more eternal about Jerusalem than whatever claims anyone can have.
Jerusalem is the capital of the redeemed, sane and holy world soon to be. It is the eternal home of all peoples of all creeds, colours, and tongues. It is our final resting place. It is our capital. As someone satirically enthused that Trump should move to Jerusalem, he will, and not only him, but us all. It is a matter of time and faith
So, is Jerusalem the capital of Israel (Jews)? Yes. Is it the capital of Christianity and Islam? Yes, it is the capital of all peoples who believed that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who died and resurrected from the dead, who is the LORD over all. Jerusalem is the eternal capital of mankind. Come on, sing with me Samuel Crossman's eternal song:
Jerusalem on high,
My song and city is,
My home whene’er I die,
The centre of my bliss;
Oh, happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

2 There dwells my Lord, my King,
Judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing
And lowly homage give;
Oh, happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

3 The patriarchs of old
There from their travels cease;
The prophets there behold
Their longed-for Prince of Peace;
Oh, happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

4 The Lamb’s apostles there
I might with joy behold,
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold:
Oh, happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

5 The bleeding martyrs, they
Within these courts are found,
Clothèd in pure array,
Their scars with glory crowned;
Oh, happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

6 Ah me! ah me! that I
In Kedar’s tent here stay;
No place like that on high;
Lord thither guide my way;
Oh, happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Halleluyah Ogo ni Fun Baba


Adegbilero-Iwari, Idowu

Moonlight tales the African stories
Children grinning their brows
As they chant the story of the ancient
Sweet soothing songs handed by history

To us who by richness of culture
Brightens the dark hours of night
With instinctive thoughts of succinct stories
Of fairy and the fair events fixing a folklore

We who drain the dullness of night
Simmering the turbulent sorrows of day
With night activities that quickens the queasy acts
Even with fairy tales that throws agog the sluggish night

Never here do you bed with worries
That drown in the ocean of stories
Puzzling riddles from ready mouths

Of the aged and all of us, sharing the moonlight tales


Adegbilero-Iwari, Idowu

It is an open secret afterwards
The matter the night revealed
The ignorant knowledge I had
Of the false truth the boy had told

That dead bones walked the weary street
In the valley mount of Djebel
As his legs held on to the soil
And his hands ran in the air

He began to run from the real shadow of his head
And the day was already blind the time he came
But as sunlight smiled upon the morning
He rose from the corner of the suite that lodged him

Though, the dead men were still sleeping as the Diya burns
Yet, the streets were shouting for a barred day
And the factories sweating at winter
The wise fool was smart to ask, why?

Only for the elders to childishly reply
With the question that answered his quest
That he knew the deaf danced to his drums

And the dumb had told him all he needed to hear at the Wanderland

Weepy Day

Adegbilero-Iwari, Idowu

Who burst your boil that you burst into tears, O day?
Whose acrimony has caused you this lachrymose moment?
This effluent of your pain has brought us worry
Leaving us with the tale of a day for which we are sorry

The mountains were mashed in your tears and the trees must weep
The isles could not evade the torrent from your eyes, the lakes must dance
Weepy! Weepy! Weepy eyes! The day is bitter and we all could see it
These chilly tears have caused us all to ask, what befall you, O day?

That the laissez-faire with the heart of a sparrow that prides on pity
Was caged to the comfort of the nest in which he dwells
To further oppress the unlucky bed he troubled all night
To snore and gnaw his jaws, pour his sluggish rain to wet his tired bed

But for the mighty with the heart to dare the effluence
And make a wreck of the effusive pour of a mournful Day
To take his dwelling from the border of deceitful rest

And betray the patience to further embrace your tears, O weepy Day!

Monday, November 20, 2017

Rumbles in Zimbabwe: Robert Mugabe on the Edge of Time and the Lesson for African Leaders

Adegbilero-Iwari, Idowu

Luckily, the rumbles are not, as of now and as earnestly desired, on the streets of the common and already oppressed masses but on the corridor of power itself. A corridor occupied by the fewest of the citizenry and marshaled by the one and only Robert Mugabe, a man in his nineties who has held sway at the helms for three years less four decades.
He is the only other person to have served in the office of President, other than  Canaan Banana, in the years of the nation's sovereignty. Now that Mugabe is, according President Jacob Zuma of the Republic of South Africa, "fine but confined" after the military announced the de facto control of the southern African country, the once upon a time freedom fighter turned tyrant may now be savouring the aroma of the dust this rumble has steered in his present capacity as the de jure leader. De jure is the last honour the military has reserved for one of the ill faces of African politics. But as foreign media wonders, the end may really have come to the junta-like civil rule of Mugabe.
While the rumble lasts in his palace, the rest African leaders may want to watch their backs closely and query themselves when will sit-tight, "forever rule" stop on the continent? They must ask themselves when will the end come to their propensity for "life rule"? They must now disavow that greedy thing in their nature that tightens their hands to power endlessly. Apart from Mugabe, Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo of Equitorean Guinea, the longest serving non-royal African leader since 1979 is another of such men who unlike his reign mate José Eduardo dos Santos of Angola who just stepped aside some two months ago after 38 years in power who are standing as clogs to the wheel of African development. African narratives are often mirrored in such men as these and so many others like them that acted in her regrettable tale. They largely account for the backward position occupied by the continent. You can imagine what it means for a country to be guided by the same idea of one person for as many years. If these leaders don't really want to go, I think, more of this rumble in the palace of Harare is desired all over.

The world-respected Nelson Mandela, in his divinely-gifted rare African human nature, thought these leaders and their likes great lessons with his unrivaled exemplary life but they refused the wisdom of the great Madiba. Mandela, upon spending his whole life with unquantifiable personal and material losses, including his now famed 27years imprisonment, only served a single term as President of the Republic of South Africa, retired voluntarily even when public approval of his government polled 80%. Mugabe in particular, who assumed office 8years before him, was personally counseled by the late sage to step aside given Mugabe's human rights abuses and bad public rating. His refusal prompted Mandela in 2007 to publicly urge Mugabe to step down "with residual respect and a modicum of dignity". 10years after, Mugabe still sit tight but with the deserving loss of the residual respect and the modicum of dignity even as he now seems to have fallen from grace.

Headlines of this unfolding saga

Be My Anchor

Adegbilero-Iwari Idowu

You are strong I am frail
When in the storms of life I sail
Anchor my soul by your glorious hail
Lest I’m swept off my lonely course

Sourced from
You are with might I am light
When I’m sift in the stormy blight
Cover me with your steadfast love
Lest I’m lost in the air as dust

You are certain I am vain
When the vagueness of life fills my veins
Make me last as your ever reign
Lest I’m ruined by the fleshly lusts

I am lighter than nil, be my aid!
I cannot stand alone, anchor me!
I am weaker than frail, raise me!
Link my hands to Yours lest I fall from grace!