Letter to Laurent Gbabgo of Cote D'ivoire

Unbehalf of African Youths, under strong influence of the peaceful objectives of different youth bodies I currently serve and those I have represented. I write to show concern over the present political crises that developed from the last Cote D’lvoire’s presidential election. We have listened to your appeals and that of Dramane Quatarra, we have reviewed the words of your counsel and your critiques.

With the virtue of democratic authority invested in the youths, I wish to plead that you must step down for the Sake of our continent Africa. Here in Africa, we do not wish to embrace only, the sciences and technologies of the developed nations rather, we also wish to adopt their democratic structure of governance to enable us attain the same level of development as they have done. Without doubt, the United Nations has recognized Quattara as the winner of the election. Judging from the conclusions of the UN and other internationally acclaimed democrats, we do wish that you will step down.

It’s true that at your level of power and experience, you cannot compromise your rights and privileges but we do hope that your ego should be compromised for our sake. Over 250 people are dead already and poverty is returning to our land. If you cannot compromise the seat for the conclusion of the UN, then it must be for the sake of these poor citizens that are dying. We have your name labeled in the strong book of history of African leadership but do not wish to include it on the names of those that caused war and deaths of Africans

Moreover, I use this medium to plead to you and every other African leader, to embrace democracy and always consider the rights of the citizens first. We the upcoming leaders are regretting the fact that you people have not developed the platform of Equity and development for us but at one hand, we plead that everything maybe taken away before our regime but let peace be left for us.

With peace, we shall rebuild the broken empires of Africa,

With peace, we shall compete in technology and philosophy,

With peace, we  shall rise up, not just as people, but as a continent, to achieve our lasting victory, against war,terror, constant bridge in democracy and we shall remember that someone like you have compromised your feelings to see us rise

One love Africa

On behalf of African Youths

Yours sincerely

Ugwuja George

Climate Change In Nigeria

From desertification and drought in the north to gully erosion and flooding in the south, Nigerians are witnessing first hand effects of climate change on their socio-economic life.

Concern about food security is accentuated by knowledge that few countries in the world are less prepared for climate change than Nigeria. There is no adaptation plan, no government capacity to tap into international climate financing mechanisms, and very low public awareness of the risks.

The Nigerian people themselves face a geographical pincer threat from desertification in the north and coastal erosion in the south. Through a combination of overgrazing, abuse of woodland for fuel and increasingly unreliable rainfall, an estimated rate of 600 meters per annum. Over 55 million people in 10 northern states could be affected.

By contrast, rising sea levels threaten Nigeria’s coastal regions. The Niger Delta may be the source of oil wealth but its low-lying terrain crises-crossed with waterways makes it extremely vulnerable to flooding. 

The protective mangroves of this coastline have been largely lost to human intervention. Half of the 15 million population of the city of Lagos lives less than six feet above sea level, including the wealthiest areas of Victoria Island.

In the north, relatively modest techniques are likely to be appropriate to adapt to desertification. Such measures will include tree planting, the use of alternative fuels such as biogas, water harvesting and improved soil management.

 I am initiating an entrepreneurial adaptation Strategy and Plan of Action this initiative must stand though it is bound to take time to become fully operational. Why should we watch Nigeria tropical forest decimate by 97%,                                         

 Why should we allow our country’s broader forest which earlier covered over 12% in 2005, being depleted at a rate of 3.3% per annum? The main cause is the demand for wood fuel. In the absence of affordable alternatives, charcoal is popular even in the cities, boosting its uncontrolled production.

Nigeria, like other African nations which are at the receiving end of the effects of the global climate change, is counting its losses from the impact of the phenomenon.

Climate change has affected farming activities with loss of crops, farmlands and income as a result of either excessive rain which leads to flooding or harsh climatic condition,

Nigeria and other African countries must develop work able strategies for post Copenhagen challenges that would include developing appropriate technology to cope with effects of climate change.

Should we fold our hands and watch the Sahara take over the north, or the gully erosions devour our southern habitants?

'There has to be more efforts and policies towards adaptation, special areas of mitigation, technology and clean energy for industrialization. We need to do what is within our means, while at the same time look forward to what the West will offer. Let us be carefully, send in your views as we combat the return of Sahara and the bully gully.

2011, My first story

According to the Tradition of  Africa, Beauty starts from home, this solely applies to all issues of life.
 therefore, for writers, writing should start from our selves...what is it about me that you have not known yet?...all my told stories are different parts of me, Baking them for my people to read.. yet there is one great secret i will tell you today. it's about my friend...

My heart was my closest friend, always giving me directions that have made my world beautiful. Some of its wishes seemed weird but I achieved them all. Fighting to keep my best friend happy was a big challenge to me. Sometimes I wondered if devil had taken over the entire partitions of the inside, sometimes I felt God’s presence in the veins and arteries …only then, my heaviness and vengeance were dissolved into forgiveness and freedom.

The science of my spiritual man was what I could not comprehend. My actions were not determined by my conscious being. I had taken some risks that I would wish not to think of, I had dumped those things others envied of me. Sometimes it seems to me that I have another existence outside my physical. The stories I have heard about me were not my actions, sometimes I dream them and they come to pass. I knew then within me that I was a mystery.

Before I discovered the warrior that fought with me and against me, I was begging God to recreate. It was my early primary school days, earlier than that, I was supernaturally intelligent and did extremely well in school. I was the smartest amongst my friends and people envied my childhood wisdom, yet it was not me. My behaviors were the actions of the unknown. I was an audience of my words. And my victory gave me no joy. My teachers knew me by name, giving me the merits of someone’s actions. I knew it must not be so, and then I strived to understand.

I listened to stories my father told me, I discovered my ancestors were wise and famous. But that was not the answers to my problems.

I listened to my mother’s own stories, I discovered that my great grand parents had the power to turn to life lions, and our generations could have inherited it, it’s weird though but that was not my problem either.

My problem is to discover this entity that leaves my life for me. If it’s a man, he says my words for me, he takes great actions for me and he wrote my exams without my contribution. If it’s a woman, she makes me popular and wise but I needed to know.

At the age of eight, I set out on this journey, with patience and a burning urge that I could not quench. I looked around for a friend to tell my problems but no one seemed right. My father could be the right person but I did not want to scare him, then I could only find my heart very close to me, so I made it my close friend.

I set out to the remote parts of my village, where no one was at sight, sometimes I climbed trees and hid amongst the green leaves, and then we discussed my situations.

The first day I had a formal meeting with my heart was on the 16^th of March 1990. I sat under a tree, in a forest, a few kilometers away from my father’s house. Where should I start, I exploded in tears, sobbing with passion and grieve, then my heart pleaded on me to stop, promising to be my friend, and to share with me, every secret that worries me. Why was I created like this, not being able to have absolute control of my actions, why was I created like this, doing things I did not know about? Then my friend laughed, welcoming me into the realm of supernatural consciousness. He said I was a wise man, that I will be celebrated all around the world, that I shall be a counsel to kings. He spoke like an old man, and I asked him how old he was, he laughed again and told me that age is a success of vanity, counting originated in the world and he is not of the world. Where are you my friend?, he answered that he was far from me, that even my death does not alter him. Then you must help me my friend. I do not wish to be great for those actions I am not in control of. I do not want to be heard, speaking words that did not come from my own mouth. I want to be celebrated for the integrity of my virgin concepts, my actions. You must come very close to me my friend. I have a place for you beneath my chest, secured with the toughest bones in my body. I think it will be safe for you in there.

There was a brief silence, but I broke it with tears, please accept my request I pleaded. And he said he had conditions to make

What other condition will I compromise, when I have been tortured by the unconsciousness of my own actions? Living in vengeance and regrets

He told me something about the place I prepared for him, it would have been a nice place to be, but there is a single bone there that was removed to be recreated. It’s in the hands of the great molder he told Me., but very soon it shall come back, with jealousy it will occupy the space, never wanting to share any bit of it with anybody, not even my closest friend.

That was a sad story to me, and I argued immediately, pleading on my friend, then he said to me that he would come and stay at the tips of my hair, but oh no, I knew the story of Samson and Delilah, my hairs may not be the best place........(to be continued) if you have interest in publishing my work, getting it transformed into a video documentary or short film, write me and it's done.