Monday, March 30, 2015


Written by Tijjani Muhammad Musa

It happened in 2003, 2007, 2011 and is being repeated right now as we (Nigerian electorates) sit patiently waiting for the elections result to be announced. And at this particular moment, I often wonder what is going through the mind of former President Olusegun Obasanjo, his vice Atiku Abubakar both of whom had been through this process before and so know exactly what is going on.

The ruling party PDP had tried everything possible under the sun to prevent or truncate this 2015 general elections from happening, out of fear of the predictable outcome, but failed. Postponing the February 14 elections by 6 weeks in order to gain grounds by the ruling party has failed to produce the purpose of the elections shift.

On Saturday 28th March, 2015 many Nigerians from all walks and cadre of life came out en masse, using their Permanent Voters Cards (PVC) and voted in a free and fair election. Everything went as smoothly as can best be obtained without any political violence or rancor, except of source in one or two places. It can't be perfect, at least not yet.

The social media provided the first means of informing, not just fellow Nigerians in other parts of the country, but to all parties interested in the Nigeria transition about the immediate outcome of the polls across the world. Thus fresh from the polling booths results were uploaded by party agents, supervisors, presiding electoral officers, independent observers etc who were witnesses to the voting process and the counted votes for each party.

Having documented the results officially and each party agent collecting a duplicate copy, many posted the results, images, videos from those polling units direct on to their wall on social media or on to websites scattered across the internet dedicated for that purpose. Thus most persons online could easily have access to such vital information and instantly bear witness to what must have happened at any election center.

What is baffling this writer is why INEC would fail to take advantage of this information highway by using it to confirm and authenticate the results of the election in order to prevent any electoral fraud or manipulations of the results from taking place?

One cannot imagine, after using the digital PVC reader to accredit voters at each polling unit before allowing bonafide voters to cast their ballots, the outcome could not immediately be posted onto a dedicated INEC website via the internet from official coded devices that would immediately be authenticated as genuine and so forestall any manual handling of the results by any person or staff. This way, time and vital resources could be save, besides making the electoral process as rig-proof as possible. 

But a situation where having done all the PVC authentication and voting thing, the hard copy results and ballot papers, instead of serving as mere backup to the e-results sent immediately upon concluding the elections are subjected to manual manipulation by persons with vested interest, which makes nonsense of the whole digital electoral process.

And until such a process is used, where election results are free from manual handling from the polling units to the electoral offices by electoral officers and other persons, a free and fair elections would forever elude us as a nation.

We must of essence design a process that starts with PVC accreditation, to voting and direct posting of such counted results on to a dedicated website, email address or something similar, which can be only accessed by a trusted and reliable INEC official with a password known to only a few.

The posted results would be read-only and so free from any manipulations. And having come from a staff of the commission, who has been assigned to a coded polling unit and could easily be identified as an official of the electoral process, all results from all the polling booths in all the wards of the 744 local governments, 36 states including Abuja could easily and readily be available at the touch of a button in the presence of stakeholders, journalists inclusive. That way all these delays and electoral misadventures could then be frustrated and avoided.

In fact, through such a process, many in diaspora could partake in the electoral process whenever the time for national elections approaches. Using their emails, such citizens could be allowed to cast their votes from anywhere in the world, which like all emails would be marked with the day, date, time and even a reference code. Once a vote is casted with that email, no other person can use it to conduct a duplicate vote.

But with the current situation, how can we expect someone who is empowered to gather all the results from a state and having collated such from the various polling units across the electoral areas, not be influence, induced or intimidated into manipulating the results by forces beyond his or her control? Some of such INEC officials could be offered huge sums of money, blackmailed into cooperation or even threatened with death.

Under such conditions, he or she is likely to do as directed and since as an INEC resident electoral officer his or her public announcement of the tampered results is taken as the final acceptable results, then the whole democratic process is often discredited, in jeopardy and so could never be accepted as being fair and just. Most especially by those who are witnesses and often have the original copies of the elections outcome in their possession.

And for the populace who withstood all the hardship involve in going through the whole electoral process to end up not having the persons they democratically elect to represent them at the state and national level, it can truly be frustrating. And often such injustice could trigger an outburst that could be costly in terms of lives and properties. Where planned and deliberately and mischievously executed, only divine intervention could forestall escalation of trouble.

As we await the final and formal declaration of this 2015 Elections results and winners, it is our ardent hope as Nigerians that the choice of the people as reflective of their hopes and aspirations in tandem with the real voting outcome would be respected and duly announced.
May God frustrate those with the intention of fomenting crisis in the polity. May peaceful transition to greatness be our lot as a nation and people through the 2015 General Elections, amen.

©2015 Tijjani M. M.
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Friday, March 27, 2015


…by Poetic Tee “Here, take a sip”

Arise o compatriot, Nigeria, yes Nigeria calls
We are summoned, east, west, north and south
There’s work to be done, by you and you and I
I see it in each of us, the need to change and be

The race we are superior, yet scattered across
Richly endowed with all the earth has to offer
Reading, writing, speaking and acting most civil
Humans, humane, humble, yet fearless of fears

Like ants that toil relentlessly, 25 hours a day
Sweat will be our shirt, restlessness our pillow
Termites scraping the sky with structures, tall
Employing means to surpass the famed Khalifa

As fire-flies, pool pouches to light mother earth
Twinkling stars commanded to guide our strives
Moles tunneling below, building upside down
Wings slapping the air, creating sky neighbors

Bug rides, floating effortlessly, no polluting fuel
Levitational takeoff to heavenly ports, as due
Spiders tailoring our garments, light yet strong
Rainbow permeating glow, needing no wash
much has been said and written about nigeria her people and culture ...
Nets thrown in an ocean, for bites and bytes
Bees kissing flowers in a dance, o so deadly
Honey in hexagonal packs, healing of stones
Healthy souls, cured of doubts in a mere blow

Warps as rested soldiers, as our minds take root
Teleporting deserts, swamps to attic Antarctica
One globe borderless, as checks become comic
We’ll arrive as the Kings, Queens we truly are.

©2015 Tijjani M. M.
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THE TIME HAS COME …by Poetic Tee “Here, take a sip”

As March 28th, 2015 Elections stem
If I should emerge President of Nigeria
First of all, I'll switch off the whole system
A sobering part of the fireworks euphoria

I'll freeze all resources, human inclusive
Bring everything to complete stand still
I'll walk the maze taking notes, decisive
Have a full grasp of all problems, a thrill

I'll decide fully what needs to be done
How to go about doing it with precision
Who and who needed to do the "Done"
What necessary sacrifice for the mission

Where, when to do what, for how long?
Check my forecast of outcomes, results
Fixing square pegs where they belong
Many experts I must indulge, consult

Once convinced it’s worth it, then it’s over
Since a project roadmap for it, I will draw
Sentiments will be shredded for any lover
Retard catalysts in mixes, we will withdraw

Set mentally, physically, psychologically
I'll then switch the chaotic system back on
None will know, for it'll happen automatically
Courage, resilience, valor, we must summon

Project execution as planned commences
Holding citizens all together, accountable
Witch-hunting a waste, what use is nemesis
Soon our collective effort will be profitable

I and our citizens will take this comatose
To a priceless progressive point of no return
None is in doubt we are lost, so I propose
Discipline, commitment, each’ll take its turn

A nation that inhales, exhales one breath
We’ll be revived, a single whole, free of phobia
A solid brick wall, across our length and breadth
Soon citizens will say with pride “I am, Nigeria!” 

©2015 Tijjani M. M.
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Sunday, March 22, 2015

POETRY IS... (On WORLD POETRY DAY - MARCH 21st) Poetic Tee, "Here, take a sip"

Poetry is...

The sub-nucleic particles
Beyond protons, neutrons, dwelling
In a nucleus, surrounded by electrons
That swim in orbits, one atop another
Interacting between periodical atoms
Forming bonds, radioactively controlled
Birthing simple or compound molecules.

That results in
The air we breath
The water we drink
The earth we are
The fire we burn
The light we see
The muse we stir
Inspirations we feel.

And the words
We utter
We letter
We splatter
As poems.


Into legends.

Turning us
Mere mortals
Into immortals.

(c)2015 Tijjani M. M.
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***Specially Dedicated to such immortals, who breathed yesterday, are today and will forever.


Friday, March 20, 2015


Photo Credit: © Halfdark/fstop/Corbis Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

A smoking shoe
One half of two
Belonging to who?
Anyone but you.
Telling us of blues
In fumes that do
Explain something true
Long, long overdue.

Bring forth its pair
Out of range, o dear
Still laced with despair
On a foot in the rear
Earlier filled with beer
By a man with beard
Now consumed by a bear
A simple story, yet so clear.

©2015 Tijjani M. M.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

BLUE SOUL #Haiku Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

In the beginning
Was nothing, but a soul that
Springs out of the blues.

(c)2015 tijjani m. m.

THE PHENOMENON (The 2nd poem ever written by my 16 years old son)

THE PHENOMENON (The 2nd poem ever written by my 16 years old son)

Silence in the grass berth,
A callow heart
Ambushed by his reverie,
pondering, why life, so hard

He gawks into the sky,
a planchement to the cradle
on which he lies
He wonders why life lies

As the clock sings away its rhythm
Tick! Tock!
He still can't, why, fathom
Tick! Tock!

As he ponders and re-thinks
"Why life takes us to the brinks?
I used to love her a lot
When I had not, a lot.

But...the other,
I relish more
I wonder if life
Will mail me many more

And yet another
Who about, I don't bother"
She awaits, in his benevolence,

"No! I'm tired of this"
Yodels in his head,
A dynamic instrument
He moots with his latent self

Hearts are
But to be stored on a shelf?
As his bland heart trembles in fear
Of exploding into bytes?

Is that fair?
Himself, he interrogates,
"O! What torment is this?"
"What is this phenomenon?"

Qalbsaleem M.T. ©®

Monday, March 16, 2015

O HEARTHONIYAA Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

How could you bid me a sad farewell
When you haven't even said a sweet "Hello"?
The amazing effects of words can be magical
Enchantress, with a touch, charmingly priceless.

"May be I alone. Not with you. May be tomorrow"
Then a kiss of silence to mute all unwanted audibles
Why are you playing a sweet song, to please the deaf?
Exposing the brain, bathing in darkness, to brilliant light.

Where are you going to, better than home?
Who with, more befitting, more worthier than bliss?
When will that dreaded, detested tick-tock tick?
Whatever is this, so cruel, so mean, to wretch a soul?

Where is the moon going, outside the universe?
But the sun's sure to swim after, till their spirits merge
Funny how the world gets excited about an eclipse
Yet in it, is the harmony of two hearts, beating as one.

Is this it, all there is, all there ever could be?
As a beat admits a rhythm into its homey heart
Making it dwell in its mind, pervading its thoughts
You don't even care about this haroophae no more.

Did Prince charming arrive the castle too late?
He raced to the sea shore, the ship had cast-off
Rode the night to a squeaky choo-choo platform
That had smoked off into the dark eerie night.

Never giving up, he rushed again to a tarmac
Only to watch a silver glitter take-off into heaven
"Come back! Please Hearthoniyaa, come back!"
He shouted, then broke into a sobbing frenzy.

"But I haven't done anything yet
O time! You've not allowed me do that
Develop you along your full spirit, I mean
Still you crown me with the ultimate of honors."

I don't want you to go it on your own
And definitely not, with someone else
And stop procrastinating about this
Read about "One Day" in the first cup.

There is no tomorrow
Tomorrow, the future, is in today
There never was yesterday, never will be
All we have is today, all we have is... NOW!

You'll birth your first child with me, if divine wills
It'll happen before you take your next breath intake
And subsequently with each and every other you make
You'll breath it in, it'll breath you out, duo for duo, for ever.

O Hearthoniyaa
Please assure me that I've not lost out
That my seed is firmly planted, flowering, blossoming
Deeply rooting in a rock, that needs no water to sprout.

For between us twain, there'll be no echoes of goodbyes, ever.

(c)2014 Tijjani M. M.
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