"Those who love deeply never grow old;
they may die of old age, but they die young."
---A.W.Pinero.
efore my death, I hopefully hope that fate shall
spare my faith through my humbly ambitious resolve to
articulate my robust thoughts on relevantly mighty
mortals of our age, from any part of the world, whose
trades tear man's foes off fulfilment and peace, whose
creativity cure life's malaise, and whose beliefs and
freedom bail the world from oppression, crazy chaos and
quagmiry tranquility.
These honourable destroyables, be they men or women
from Judaism or Hinduism, Buddhism or Humanism, Islam or
Christianity, or any of our religions baked by people's
ageless trust in traditions,norms and eternity, or even
a mysterious mixture of these from the freest set of
exotic souls across our planet's continents and caves,
are the victory of man when free villains subdue our
climes with confusion and ruin;these noble beings are
the hope when fellows' felony fill our globe with the
lobes of doom.
For their nations and ethnic groups, these people
are exceptions to fraud,biases and other banes.When
they write, righteousness rent the blood of their
furious but progressive pens;and none of their deeds
and dealings, whether seen or unseen by us, can stink or
sink the future we think their involvement against
life's oppressive and deppressive endeavours
represent.They protect others because they love
themselves.They cannot 'Hitlerise' any truth or race
because in that lies their moral
collapse. "Google-search"
their profile, vision and associations and beauty and
justice are the invisible, virtuous valour you
see.Their beliefs and actions match their satires; they
are devotedly our era's messiahs.
While people of this substantial sorts are spread
all over the world, so far, among the living that I know,
Wole Soyinka and Bill Clinton, Nelson Mandella and
Chinua Achebe, Gani Fawehinmi and Desmond Tutu, Okey
Ndibe and Reuben Abati, Niyi Osundare and Peta De
Azlan, Macolm Fabiyi and Mr. Silo, Abubakar Umar and
Thabo Mbeki, John Kufor and Odia Ifeimum, Good Sister and
my very fantastic friend, the mightily moral and
robustly scholarly man to whom this essay is eternally
dedicated {this Sunday, the thirtieth of March, 2008 being
his birthday}---Mr. Farooq Adamu Kperogi!
Farooq Adamu Kperogi, a first class
journalist, egg-headed University teacher,and rare
researcher, is one in a
trillion{http://www.farooqkperogi.blogspot.com/}. With
his countless constructive interventions in tactical
national and international imbroglios for which the
Abuja-based Weekly Trust, several journals and Online
Message Boards serve as outlets, Farooq always fulfilled
his own stint of the joint work in the collective tasks
of helping the world to happiness and greatness. The
remarkable resourcefulness of this determined thorn in
the fat flesh of man's regional and extra-regional
evils,no ideological inventory can contain; it defies
measure as an aonean fluid from lasting purpose in
man's collective sream that is dream!
A great father,a loving husband,and a selfless
friend, "Adamu Farooq Kperogi is simply a man for man's
existential essence" is the golden sentence I would
utter were it left for me to physically whisper my
version of his vision into his hearing every thirteth
of March.
Touching the lives of all members of his nuclear
and extended families, this man does not shun strangers
whose claims for help, or application for friendship
beat the quarantining scritiny of all reservations and
suspicions. Like my own Okey Ndibe and Reuben Abati,the
blade-like tongue of his harangues against the Nigerian
destroyers had attained, and still sustains its piercing
power in Nigerian history.
As I announcd in the Speech I read at the beautiful
occasion of the March Seventeenth second Humanity Day
held in Nigeria,and which thousands of people attended
with expectations and
fulfillment{http://au.groups.yahoo.com/groupHumanityDay},"We should be boldly
proud of one thing in life:it is
the beauty that emerges from the feeling that we
unconditionally belong,not to creeds and climes,but to
the infinite concept that inspires and supports
them--that inspiration and support is our collective
humanity. "This is the only inspiration that keeps our
hope,and "Were it not for hope", says the Scottish
proverb of old, "the heart would break."
The world will starve to death if not for the hope
lovely lovers of general good like Farooq constantly
raise on earth. Beyond being my friend, Farooq is a
man--a manfully manly man--of whom I am proud,and
in whom the beautiful ambition of God and Nature find
solidarity and support. In the world and in other places
man may reflectively imagine,wonderful people like
he,cannot be celebrated only in the grave,or in the
closets of any secret privacy because he is great.The
calls and words that sincerely travel and flow are
motivations for greater good, we must learn. Although
they cannot be detered since their good emmanates from
the no man, religion or culture. What they so nobly
display are a legacy from their souls, and we whose
spirits see their light must openly confirm it in the
universal midst of multitude living in the thick den of
darkening darkness for the arrival of light.
Farooq may God sustain your good spirits for man.May
your just dream of Nigeria and Africa help the world
for man.May your activities be devoid of nullifying
voids.May you always find the sunshine as you rise
above the storms of the form of life you live and love
to die for, Amen!
Oh all supreme earthlings{!},you who believe in the
embodiment and expression of universal truth and
good,do enthusiastically join me in wishing Farooq a
beautifully magnificent,and a memorably titivating
birthday. Happy birthday to you my intelligent,moral and
forever pal!
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