his piece contains, below, three scanned pictures of Master Ugonna Kelechi Obuzor. Portrait 1 shows him in suit: Note the cell phone in his right hand because this kid was falsely accused of stealing a Blackberry and killed. The reader must know the real Ugonna, Portraits 2 and 3 which capture his progress from birth will help you do that. I have also reproduced his biography alongside those Lloyd Toku Mike, Tamuno-Itekenasam Friday Elkanah and Chiadika Lordson Biringa; all wrongfully murdered at Aluu. These biographies by their families show their (1) emotional attachments to their fathers; (2) involvement with religion; (3) friendship dating back to primary school days meaning they could not have banded together in university for crimes but, (4) nothing in their upbringing equipped them to deal with emergencies outside the cocoon of immediate families.
But I see things differently: If Ugonna, Toku, Tamuno-Itekenasam and Chiadika were expatriates accused of stealing in Aluu, would they be treated differently? In the same Niger Delta are aliens daily robbing Nigeria blind with none confronting them. Exactly what constitutes a crime in Nigeria, the looting of our natural resources by foreigners or when a local "steals" a cup of crude oil that rightly belongs to him? We are stupid killing petty thieves while genuflecting to grand thieves in jeep convoys.
Then I ask myself: What's wrong with being cultists? By cultism, I am not talking about self-defeating criminality. I mean a clandestine movement with ultra-nationalist agenda. In this respect George Washington was a cultist who made America proud. So too were British Cecil John Rhodes and Winston Churchill. Burden Powel was an unusual cultist who slaughtered blacks in Southern Africa before forming his Boys Scout. George Walker Bush is a cultist. Why must young Africans desirous of liberating their country think twice before forming a liberation movement? Black cults aimed at returning Africa back to Africans are desirable. We need another Mau Mau to start African second liberation war against the evil tripartite of Christianity, Islam and multinational. If secret cults work for others as political parties, secret services, mafias, international oil companies or Janjaweed, then they can also work for Africa.
Blacks are cowed for fear of being detained by whites as terrorists or killed as infidels by Arabs. So you have white theologians imposing their homosexuality on you while expecting you to go quietly into extinction. Dare practice what whites taught you and Arabs wearing masks to pass for blacks will tie your hands behind your back and take turns cutting your throat with combat knives, just as those who lured you into homosexuality rightly calculated. So head or tail, Christian or Moslem, terrorist or democrat; as long as you are black African death awaits you. Islam and Christianity may be sworn-enemies but they have a common enemy in you. In their present forms and contents these religions are anti-black and anti-God. Wake up.
Many more will die in manners more terrible than what happened to Ugonna, Toku, Chiadika and Tamuno-Itekenasam; not because I desire it but because your docility sanctions it. You can't fold your hands while other men impose their wills on you in the names of democracy and Sharia. You can't! So where do you stand in the scheme of things? Africa under white rule was terrible. But Africa under new Indian and Chinese masters is simply debasing. Blacks are reduced to alcoholics, black-on-black-baiters and insulted left, right and center. You are starved of opportunities because China and India must first be fed. Imposed Africom is there to ensure there was no war between Asia and the West in the new scramble for Africa. Who cares how you feel?
America knows the generational curse of its foreign policies yet continues to build military bases in Africa without our consent. Can an African government give such consent without plebiscite? Definitely no. Twenty years today young Africans will take up arms against these armies of occupation, not because they hate America but because no man is good enough to govern another without his consent. Military bases are suzerainty which breeds discontent and rebellion. It happened in Afghanistan. It happened in Vietnam where America sprayed the country with chemicals to defeat local insurgents. Vietnam is today full of disfigured children whose grandparents were exposed to these chemicals.
As this continent sinks deeper into the cesspit the African child and woman will no longer remain safe from the impotent black man who must test whatever is left of his manhood on someone weaker than himself. Since he is powerless before the Indian, Arab and Chinese, his logical choice of victims will be these two. That is why you reader must think more deeply about what happened at Aluu. Take another look at those Aluu photos. No strong man will beat and kill defenseless children in the manner those adults killed the teen giant called Chiadika and his underage friends. Only a man eaten by self-hatred would look into Toku's young face and continued to hit him on the head blow after blow without feelings. Was it a show of strength, to prove what; or revenge, against whom? By the time globalization leaves the black man holding the empty can, you can bet to see more violence in his hut. So, if the murder of those innocent kids revolts you then speak out against those who mistreat motherless babies as child-witches. Witches are not responsible for African underdevelopment. Blacks are lazy and would rather pray for miracle than work for solution.
It is mainly about the Magnificent Ugonna Kelechi Obuzor, a child-prodigy, that I hope to say a thing or two about.
Ugonna's mother's death when he was only eleven in 2005 defined his gentle character in the sense that he grew up very much attached to his esteemed father Messiah Amobi Obuzor, who was both father and mother to him. Knowing how his mother's death deeply grieved his father his greatest desire was putting back a smile on his father's face. That decision led to his meteoric rise in education as he knew his wonderful results streaming in each academic year greatly pleased his father. Ugonna was never contented with his own result till he saw the suppressed smile on his father's face. You'll never understand.
We Africans have a saying that a child who has neither respect for father nor mother nor uncle nor aunt nor kinsmen will come to naught. That child is indeed lost. But Ugonna's friendship with his own father was the rock-solid foundation of his life. He was cultured, gentle and decent like his father. His father speaks in low measured tone, so did Ugonna. The moment he was old enough to take an independent decision he immediately opted for a university education, not overseas but in a nearby campus to his Rumuokuta residence. This decision, I leant, was to enable him remain close to his father and his sisters, especially his senior sister whom he had a very soft spot for. No sooner did the University of Port Harcourt offer him admission to read Geology at the tender age of sixteen than he started talking about his post-university plans, all because his unassailable feats were sweet to his father's ears.
Among Africans you are lost without a son. That is how our grossly imperfect world is valued and negotiated. The qualities Ugonna's father instilled in him were qualities any African with an only son would. This kid was his father's only son and only eye among his tribesmen. Those who killed Ugonna and his three innocent friends should have known that those kids were other men's sons and taken up their alleged misdeeds with their fathers. That is our value system: However a child's offence you must restrain your anger till you meet his father. On no condition must you raise your hand to strike another man's wife even if her husband were your gardener. No!
I cut this short by recounting two post-humous incidents giving a good insight into Ugonna's person. They will help you come to an unbiased judgment if he was the type that went about pilfering things like cell phone and laptop. You will also see that his very nature abhorred cultism.
On the eve of his funeral I went to see his father who is my highly-respected friend. While waiting for him Ugonna's baby sister emerged from the house with another cousin. In their hands were a model helicopter and its remote control. Setting the toy down they flew it at roof top with the control. But even such a past time failed to cheer them and within minutes they returned to the house sadder than they emerged. I just shook my head: What was a Blackberry to Ugonna when that toy in the hands of his baby sister costs many times more than the best Blackberry at Aba Road? In Hatfield, Pretoria, I once stumbled into a shop that sold model aircraft and I know their price tags. There are scroungers so pulverized by poverty in Third World that contraptions like DVD player, laptop, trinket, Blackberry, American dollar, etc, are worth killing for. Certainly, privileged Ugonna did not belong to such category. I say he could have jolly well gone to Ghana for his university education but for his deep-rooted love for his gentle father whom he was beginning to inspire to live again.
Second incident: On the day Ugonna was buried the Apams undertakers first took his remains to his grandfather's house for the last respect. From there the motorcade crawled to his father's country home. The unusual size of the hearse meant it must stop a hundred meters from the gates for the casket to be borne the remaining distance; parked vehicles blocking the avenue was the problem. No sooner was the casket lifted out of the black wagon than an old cripple who walked with a great deal of difficulty suddenly stepped in front of the pall bearers. He wanted to lead the procession as chief mourner. "Kelechi is my son," he moaned. "Kelechi respect me in this village. He greet me every time he come from Port Harcourt." Another villager who tried to lead this cripple away was told by the police to leave him alone. If the cripple felt he had lost a son in Kelechi then none must stop him from crying if he so wished. So distressed was this cripple that he remained undecided between instructing those bearing his son's remains and leading the procession proper. Finally he begged the undertakers to wait while he urinated by the road side.
Born in the village, I knew what that cripple meant. It was not uncommon to see the older generations teasing people with deformities, which was not a crime in our world. But it became an issue when a young person teased a physically challenged elder on account of his predicament. But nowadays young persons no longer exercise this decorum as they are openly rude to senior citizens with deformities. For this cripple to say that Master Ugonna Kelechi Obuzor respected him in this village implies that many youngsters who were Kelechi's mates treated him with disdain. Ugonna's death was a personal loss to him as the respect he got from the boy was that of a father from an obedient son. That weak face pleading with those carrying the coffin containing his young son's body was a sight I never wanted to see. I just walked away.
Biography of Late Ugonna Kelechi Obuzor (1994-2012)
A blessed day, Monday May 30th 1994, a first son, Ugonna, at El-Spital Hospital Elele in Ikwerre Local Government Area of Rivers State was born into the families of Mr. Messiah Amobi Obuzor of Umukwekarikor Family (Obee kindred) in Ogbogu Community in ONELGA, Rivers State and late Mrs Uwem Jane Obuzor (nee Bassey) of Itam in Itu Local Government Area of Akwa Ibom State.
He had his primary school education at the staff Nursery and Primary School (SNAPS) of the Federal College of Education (Technical) Omoku; started his secondary education at Demonstration Secondary School Omoku where he did JS1-3. When Ugonna's mother in October 26th 2005 passed on, he was by circumstance, compelled to change to Niger Delta Science School (NDSS) of Rivers State College of Arts and Science, Rumuola, Port Harcourt where he completed his secondary education, SS1-3. He wrote both the May/June WASSCE and NECO in 2009 and obtained excellent results in all his subjects. He sat for both examinations at the age of 15. He gained admission to study Geology at the University of Port Harcourt in 2010/2011 academic year. Ugonna was a second year Geology student.
Dedication to God
At birth Late Ugonna Obuzor was dedicated to God at Christian Pentecostal Mission (C.P.M) Omoku; where as a growing child he was always involved in church activities playing roles in drama and presentation of special numbers with his other siblings. On relocating to Port Harcourt, he moved over to Christ Embassy where the entire family worshipped and sometimes he worshipped at Salvation Ministry until his untimely death on Friday October 5, 2012.
Late Ugonna was very sociable, respectful, humble, caring and mixed with friends easily. He was an admirable young man and a gifted child. Ugonna had musical talent. He featured in some musical competitions like the "Rap Attack" that was aired by Silver Bird Television, Port Harcourt. One of his most popular performances was that in which Ugonna (fondly known as "Tipsy" in the music world) and his late friend, Lloyd Toku Mike ("Big L"), did a duet on a song by Timi (known as Time-Kay) titled "Heart of the City" prophetically put together as though they foresaw their gruesome murder in Omuokiri Aluu in Ikwerre Local Government Area; the lyrics of this song "Aint no love in the heart of the city" confirms their innocent observation and cry for a City, indeed a society that has lost all sense of decency and value for human life.
Ugonna was fondly called "Ugo-Boy" by his Dad and Tipsy by his close friends. Ugonna was indeed the best brother any sibling could think of and have.
A Future Aborted
Late Ugonna Obuzor was a young man that always dreamt Big. He had a thinking mind and believed that dreams could come through if you put your mind on it. He had always said he will be a graduate at the age of 20. Ugonna as a Geology Undergraduate was already looking forward to his industrial attachment and Youth Service programs.
May the souls of Ugonna and his friends, Lloyd Toku Mike, Chiadika Biringa and Tekenah Elkanah, all first born sons of their parents, rest in perfect peace in Jesus name. Amen.
Left to mourn him are his widowed Father, Step-Mother, Sisters, Grand Parents, Uncles and Nieces and a host of other relatives, all loved him dearly indeed.
Biography of Late Lloyd Toku Mike (aka Big "L") 1993-2012
The world is a stage and we play our different roles and exit the stage at the end of our play, this is indeed true of Lloyd Mike also known as Big "L."
The name Lloyd means excellence, little wonder, he was a wonderful child even from birth. The late Lloyd showed traces of excellence while growing up as a child. This indeed is very suggestive, that means affect people in divers ways.
As an excellent child, Lloyd was gifted with creativity as he, at the age of five was able to draw creatively anything he sets his eyes on, including the coat of arms.
Born on the 21st of November 1993 to the family of Mr. & Mrs. Toku Mike of Okrika War Canoe House, Ogbogbo Town in Okrika Local Government Area of Rivers State. Late Lloyd Toku Mike's educational career started as early as three at Aunty Tariah Nursery and Primary School Marine Base Port Harcourt. His Primary education in 2000 was done at Family Support Programme (FSP) also at Marine Base, where he was given double promotion from primary four to six because of his brilliance. Next was New Covenant Secondary School, Borokiri, Port Harcourt, where he did JS1-3 and where he met one of his childhood friends late Tekena F. Elkanah.
He went further to enroll with Niger Delta Science School (NDSS) for his Senior Secondary Education from 2006-2009 where he met his roommate, soulmate and closest friend, Late Ugonna Obuzor. Late Lloyd in the same year enrolled for a one year basic programme with the University of Port Harcourt after which he was offered direct entry to read Civil Engineering in the same University at the tender age of 16. And that was where he met his 3rd bosom friend Late Chiadika Biringa. Four first sons of their parents murdered on the same day, in the same community, Umuokiri Aluu and in the same manner.
Lloyd indeed showed much diligence in all his endeavours in life, for instance, he was the winner of the third edition of the SilverBird Musical show called turp rap battle for up coming artists in Rivers State. This singular feat endeared him to people and show biz managers among others. Of course, the title Big "L" was a stage name which he used at the contest. It was his dexterity and good mien that linked them as friends.
This is why the Bible says that the heart of man is desperately wicked. To say the least, the song of Lloyd and Ugonna says it all, "there is no love in the heart of the city" and the city just watched them die. Was it indeed a divine plot? God knows it best.
Lloyd was a very sociable person, though shy, he was able to mix easily among his peers. His love for arts, even though he was a science student attest to his ability to compose and sing an award winning song as adjudged by SilverBird Television. To say the least, Llyod was a socialite within the short time he was on earth, just (18) eighteen years. His 19th birthday would have been celebrated on the 21st of November. Instead, he was buried on the 16th of November.
Late Lloyd Toku Mike got his baptism at Shamah Chapel, Lagos Street in Port Harcourt, but answered alter call at Salvation Ministries, Satellite Church, Borokiri, Port Harcourt. He was a born again Christian who dedicated his entire life to the service of God Almighty. In the last days of his sojourn on earth, he was religiously paying his tithe and sowing quality seeds in the Kingdom of God. He was a star that the wicked never allowed to shine in this sinful and mortal world. But Thank God, he shines even brighter in the Lord's bosom.
Lloyd is actually not dead but gone to be with his creator, God Almighty, who knows the beginning and the end. Our prayer is that the good Lord will grant his soul and the souls of his friends eternal rest in his Kingdom. Amen. Survived by his parents, siblings and a host of others.
Biography of Late Tamuno-Itekenasam Friday Elkanah (1992-2012)
We are all on a pilgrimage on this earth and some day must go home but the departure time may not be joyful as its entry. Master Tekena, a.k.a. TK, left not just soon but painfully, leaving words and thoughts on the lips and hearts of everyone who knew him. A star well asked for, only was its shine short-lived but all the same, the family is grateful to God in experiencing his shine. He always said he would take his father's name far and wide but this happened in a tragic way, though travelled far, distorted history, cut across borders, and broken hearts.
He was born on 20th November 1992, to Mr. and Mrs. Friday Elkanah in Elkanah's Family of Olobofika War Canoe House of Kingoli/Fuamakiri/ Orumokpo Group of Houses.
Late Tekena F. Elkanah had his early education in Port Harcourt at the Nigerian Navy Nursery/ Primary School, Borokiri in 1997. He enrolled with the New Covenant Group of Schools at New Road, Port Harcourt for his Secondary education in 2004, where he met his childhood friend Master Lloyd Toku Mike where they were first tied together. In 2010 they met themselves again in the University of Port Harcourt, Choba, where he started a Pre-degree programme (Basic) to study Mechanical Engineering but he was not favoured. In 2011, he repeated the programme without success. As a determined student who saw life as though difficult, but worth struggling for with the support of his parents and siblings went again in 2012 for a certificate programme in Computer Science Curriculum. It was while running this programme that this young star met his brutal death together with his friends Llyod Toku Mike and others on October 5th 2012.
As a young boy, he was never left to go far from home. All through his life, he was always within reach to his family especially because he was the only son and last child among four (4) girls.
Late Tekena was very handsome and quiet person and also shy amongst girls but did blend very well with friends (boys). Always well dressed, looking sweet and teasing.
He was baptized at St Mary's Anglican Parish Church, Kalio-Ama in Okrika L.G.A. and was groomed in the fear of God. Like every teenager, he was willing to explore life but fervent preaching of the word of God made him embrace God. His words, "there is nothing in this world." We pray that the good Lord will grant him and his friends eternal rest. Dein Na Sime Tamuno Be Barabie. Our Legend Tekena Friday Elkanah. Words cannot explain the emptiness left in the hearts of many who knew you, especially your family members and friends.
He is Survived by:
His Parents and Sisters.
Biography of Late Chiadika Lordson Biringa (1992-2012)
Master Chiadika Lordson Biringa, a.k.a ALADDIN, was a progeny of an ethical and noble family of Comrade and Mrs. Biringa O.S. of Umuokoroma Clan in Umungwa Community in Obowo Local Government Area of Imo State. The Biringas are known for their outrageous generosity, friendliness and peaceful co-existence.
Born on 23rd September 1992, Chiadika was the first of four male children of Comrade & Mrs Biringa O.S. He started his nursery and primary education at Staff Nursery and Primary School (SNAPS) FGC Rumuokoro and his Secondary education at the Nigerian Navy Secondary School, Borokiri. Based on his love for music, dance and other social related activities, Chiadika chose a career in Theatre Arts and gained admission into the University of Port Harcourt in 2010 to study his desired discipline (Theatre Arts).
Late Chiadika Biringa, a sophomore student of the University of Port Harcourt before his death was known for his good sense of humour, generosity, friendliness to people and respect. A person filled with so many dreams and aspirations but enemies to life never allowed him achieve them. We know you are a Hero. May your gentle soul rest in the bosom of the Lord. We love you.