Words make me lifeless

*Guest post by my lovely talented cousin. Although she always says she is a novice, but everyone would agree that this post she wrote effortlessly is really inspiring!*

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words make me lifeless, sticks and stones hurt my body while words are ghosts that haunt me.

Pain left its scar on a mind that was tender, the bones are healed. But this words I remember giving me a sharp pain like a stubborn migraine.

The word you just said made that girl a living-dead, the “useless” you called him just made him stop believing in himself.

Yes you didn’t kill him with your hands, Yes you didn’t pull the trigger at her buh you know something?

You killed with your words!

True! You are guilty of murder. How many more souls would you take with your words? Someone somewhere just cancelled suicide coz he/she received a call from someone.

That prostitute just believed she could be successful without selling herself coz someone proved it to her, someone believed in her.

Now this is a wake up call, SPEAK POSITIVITY. So STOP destroying people and shattering their dreams. Pen is lifted till another bothering issue


Suicide On Birthday

*Alhamdulilah tomorrow I will be a year older, I thank almighty Allah for sparing my life.

I decided to write this story to give hope to the hopeless and make them see that suicide is never an option, no matter what.*

Tomorrow would be my birthday, I would be turning 19 years. I stared at myself in the mirror in my bathroom after just taking a shower to calm myself. I found myself calming myself these days, trying to keep myself from ending my own life!

The question would be why would a pretty, honest and intelligent girl like me want to kill myself….why? To be honest there are about a billion reasons, but adding it up together Its because I’m depressed.

My life wasn’t going the way I thought it would go, it wasn’t…and everyday it got even worse. I once had hope, I once believed in it but recently it feels like the last smoke of hope had found its way out of me.

Tomorrow I’ll do it, tomorrow I’ll commit suicide, I will go away from this earth where everyone hates me and go to heaven. The angels will smile at my arrival, they’ll embrace me and show me love.

I need to do this’ I repeated to myself.

My family expects me to come home this evening. I’m a level 300 student of medicine. And stayed off campus.

Maybe they won’t feel my absence when I go. Maybe when they come tomorrow and see me hanging lifelessly from the fan they won’t really feel too sad. If it were to be my elder sis, if she was the one that something bad happens to, they’ll cry a river for the rest of their lives.

I must kill myself!

That evening I went to the nearby market n bought a rope. I had initially tot of stabbing myself, but chances are that someone might come and rush me to the hospital and I may be saved. I must avoid that.

The choice was between the rope and a deadly rat poison. I strolled round the market searching for a rat poison to buy, a little kid had caught hold of my skirt as I asked his mother if she had rat poison. The kid had an innocent face like every other kid and a happy one. The kid made his arms for me to carry him, I couldn’t resist, he was so adorable and cute, and happy! I wish I was this happy.

The woman told me the rat poison had finished. I moved on, two kids ran past me, they were chasing each other, they were happy! Believe me if I could feel a little pang of this happiness they feel, I won’t even think of killing myself.

Many people might condemn me after I kill myself, but it doesn’t matter, it would make no difference. Being alive alone has been a torture. Imagine being close to people yet you feel so far away from them. No communication, no sincere conversations in communication, fake remarks and compliments. I was surrounded by people but I was lonely and depressed and sad and despised!

‘Pls you get rat poison’ I asked the woman who smiled at me as I approached her shop.

‘Yes I get. This one strong well, e go kill the rats fast fast’

Exactly what I needed. I payed her and she said, ‘tell me the result when next you enter market’.

The only result she would hear would be on tv when she hear that a girl has committed suicide.

My mom was the first to call me that evening. She wanted to knw what time I would get home, I informed her that I would come in the morning. She persisted I shud come this evening but I told her no, I had something to finish.

I didn’t sleep, the bottle of rat poison sat on the table and we gazed at eachother.

Just a sip! Just a sip!

I tried through out the night to think of reasons why I shouldn’t commit suicide, I tried thinking of the memorable years, being a kid, the fun, the tears and all. That’s all I knew, that’s all the joy I had, only my childhood gave me joy.

My eyes became wet, and I sobbed almost loudly as I thought about my miserable life. Only if I got more love, only if…

I removed the cover from the bottle, I paused and looked around me, final glimpse of life. I wish life had been better, I wish my beauty had given me more love and happiness, I wish my intelligence had made me more happy, I wish I had someone who I was free to tell everything that was springing up in my mind.

I emptied the bottle of poison in my mouth and gulped it down with a strong will. As soon as I did, a knock landed on my door, it repeated three more times till the person pushed the door open.

The poison had gotten to my system, the pain started slowly, I held my stomach.

‘Onyi’ my mother rushed in, there were ballons in her hands and I cud sight a ‘happy birthday’ banner, she threw them away. My dad was there, and my sister and elder brother and uncle Chidi and a few neighbours who were family friends.

They were all here just to wish me a happy birthday…..what have I done!!!

But I couldn’t pay attention to them anymore, the pain became so severe that I wish I hadn’t drank the poison. It was so excruciating, so wickedly painful.

I held my mom palm and she held tighter!

‘Please make this pain go away…I want to live even if it means being sad!’ I cried with a hoax voice. My dad had rummaged thru my kitchen and found red oil. He gave me a lot of it to drink.

I drank a lot of the oil and deep inside of me I wanted it to work, I wanted to live, I don’t want to die.

I fell on the floor, rolled aggressively as the pain intensified! They tried to hold me but they couldn’t. I then realized it was the end for me, I was going to die.

Although this was what I had initially wanted, but now I would do anything just to be alive.

The rest that happened was narrated by people. my death was felt, and I hurt a lot of people. Even people that I thought didn’t even love me, but they did, they just didn’t know how to show it, when to show it.

Some cried in their rooms, the thought of me filled their everyday life, they wished they had communicated more, they wished they had done a lot more. And I wish I had not committed suicide! I wish I could come back!

Why Boko haram teaches are Against Islam

The Bokos kidnapped girls and forced them to
change their religion.

Islam says: “Let there be
no compulsion in religion…” (Qur’an 2:256)

The Bokos have forcefully married off some of the girls.

Islam says: “Do not inherit women against their
will” (Qur’an 4:19)

The Bokos are aggressive towards those who do not follow their beliefs.

all of the people on Earth would have believed [in
one religion]…” (Quran 10:99)

The Bokos have murdered thousands of Muslims and Christians alike in cold blood.

Islam says: “…if any one slew a person – unless it be for murder or for spreading mischief in the land – it would be as if he slew the whole people: and if any one saved a life, it would be as if he saved the life of the whole people.” (Quran 5:32

The Bokos use the cover of Islam to commit their mayhem and claim they are doing God’s work.


The Bokos believe once you are not with them you are an enemy to them.

Islam says: “O mankind! We created you from a single (pair) of a male and a female, and made you into nations and tribes, that ye may know each other (not
that ye may despise (each other)…” (Quran 49:13)

The Bokos have unleashed tyranny and indecency in the land.

Islam says: God commands justice and doing good and giving to relatives. And He forbids indecency and doing wrong and tyranny… (Quran 16:90)

***Despite all their false claims its clear, for those who wish to see, that the Bokos do not represent Islam because they are clearly acting against it!***

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Boko haram or pure terrorists?

Dear Muslims/ non Muslims

These are very critical times and we shouldn’t neglect our duties as genuine Muslims to show that we are against the terrorist group.

Try to avoid going to online forums and arguing endlessly.

Share love and friendship to everyone.


As far as I’m concerned BOKO HARAM are not Muslims but terrorists with their personal agenda.

Don’t you wonder how they keep calling Allah’s name each time they commit a crime as if to purposely tarnish the name of Islam?

Have you ever thought about this???

Obviously people are screaming for the so called genuine Muslims to come out and show they are against BOKO HARAM….but have you thought about the few people some even top official Muslims who did that and were murdered by the terrorists. When the government doesn’t provide any sort of protection!

Be you a Muslim or non Muslim we are both vulnerable to the heinous crime of the terrorist and we must unite and fight them rather than fight ourselves.

Pass this on if you care abit!


Ya Allah, whoever is behind this madness, killing of innocent lives and destruction of properties, no matter how high or low, how powerful or strong, Muslims, Christians or pagans, Northerners or Southerners, no matter their political allegiance or tribe, Ya Allah fish them out, expose them, destroy them, humiliate them
and put them to shame in this world and the hereafter.

New Post

Assalamu alaikum.

I have not been able to update this blog for a while now, due to some reasons beyond my control. But I just got a slight chance to post a little something.

So I travelled back to a place I once stayed a few years back and was shocked to see that the lovely trees that once formed a beautiful garden and which provided oxygen for us were cut down. It was really saddening! So I decided from now on, i would have this pic


under each of my post once in a while to remind people.

Alhamdulilah I got admitted into a university outside my country, but the sad news is I won’t be able to update this blog frequently like I would want to, I hope you all bear with me 🙂 . Ma salam, and I need your prayers.

Where Is Our Future?

The next generation is the future,
the generation of youths that find no problem in consuming alcohol even to stupor!

The youths who see nothing wrong in immoral acts!

How can the youths who see lieing as a natural act be our future,

Or those who are used to stealing and bribery!

How can they make a change?

I am a Nigerian, and I am proudly one.
I am a muslim, and I am proudly one.

My parents told me that in their time there was nothing like kidnapping, but I tell you now that that’s what the youths are practising.

They told me that in their time the society was responsible, accountable, they knew right from wrong. But presently we know right from wrong, but we just choosed to follow wrong.

Does civilisation mean being naked?!!! I don’t know, but what I know is that a long time ago the white came to our country and found us naked, literally using leafs to cover the sensitive parts of our body. And they gave us clothes to cover ourselves, but now why are they walking naked, why are we joining them in being naked. Is this the end of civilisation or migration into the animal kingdom!

Corruption! Its now everywhere! Its no news that the youths are corrupt as well. Now let me tell you, millions of dollars are spent lavishly by those in power while others live in squalor. They spend these money to protect their own lives; because they don’t want to die serving the country, because they are not serving the country, they are serving money, serving the country is just a secondary task to them.

They send their children to foreign lands with the country’s money.

Now here’s a news that you know…..One of the greatest man to walk the earth, prophet Muhammmed (pbuh), he commanded armies, had a great multitude of followers, but he never enriched himself, he lived in a hut, infact he was a pauper but a leader. He could have become a king if he wanted, he could have built a masion for himself but he didnt, now that’s a leader.


Jesus(Isa) was a great leader sent by God, he alway gave and never took, he didn’t enrich himself.

ok, so this was like two thousand years ago.

Well here is one, remember Ghadafi ?

Here is another……Nelson Mandela(former president of South Africa)

These are men who were once youths, who changed the world.

Here is a lesson to all the leaders, both the world leaders and those below,,,,,remember Pharoah of Egypt? Remember how he called himself God? How he was the world leader and how God purnished him? Its not a myth nor a fairy tale, his body is on earth, a promise of God to remind us, to remind the world leaders, to remind we the youths who are the future of hopefully a human kingdom and not an animal kingdom.


By Seyyid