Engr.Suleiman Greenman

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✓ When the axe  came to the forest, the trees  said the handle was one of us. Until they felt its cuts:. BETRAYAL IS wit...
17/07/2026

✓ When the axe came to the forest, the trees said the handle was one of us. Until they felt its cuts:. BETRAYAL IS within.

✓ When a kid grows up, a pencil is replaced by a pen just to make the kid realize that now it is not easy to erase the mistake.

✓ One day, the ground we walk on will be our roof.

✓ If loyalty was real, water is not supposed to cook the fish.

✓ How I wish RIP means Return If Possible.

✓ One sad truth about life is that you may not even be part of the future you’re stressed about.

✓ The day you lose your father is the day you will realize that you have lost the only man who wanted to see you better than him.

✓ The sheep lived all her life, fearing the wolf, but it was the shepherd that finally ate it.

✓ When we were kids, we cried loudly to be noticed. But now we cry silently because we don’t want anyone to know.

✓ My mom always said, "don’t talk while eating." I never knew she was talking about life.

✓ Just because you have a good mom, desn’t mean your dad has a good wife.

✓ Just because you’re a good person, doesn’t mean the world owes you kindness.

✓ When the blind man sees, he throws away the stick that has been helping him for years.

✓ Nowadays, you MAY need money to become a member of your own family.

✓ FAMILY is like a FOREST from a distance. They are all close until you get closer to see how SEPARATED trees are:

✓ No one is *perfect* , not me, not you, not them,if u want to live a peaceful life, accept yourself for who u are and respect others for who they are

✓ Don't depend too much on anyone in this world, even your *shadow*leaves u when u are in *darkness*

✓ Value who value u don't jump *fence* for those who can't cross *gutter* for u

✓ Don't mock someone that seek for your help, the 🌞 sun that hardened *clay's*, it's the same 🌞 sun that melt butter, life is a vicious circle

✓ May God 🙏 bless us abundantly until we will become blessings to others.*

A man spent years raising his son.He fed him,educated him,taught him values,and watched him grow from a little boy into ...
15/07/2026

A man spent years raising his son.
He fed him,educated him,taught him values,and watched him grow from a little boy into a confident young man.

Like every good father, he wanted his son to succeed.

But he never imagined that one day, they would become political opponents.
Then, it happened that an election was announced.
Both father and son wanted the same seat,and they both believed they had something to offer the people.
They entered the race, campaigns began,and supporters took sides.
As tension grew,election day arrived,and votes were cast.
The counting started,and then came the shock,the son had defeated his father.
Imagine that moment.
The father was not just any man:He was 'Alvan Ikoku' ;the great educationist whose face would later appear on Nigeria's ₦10 note; a respected nationalist,a man admired across the country.
Yet ,the people chose his son, Samuel Ikoku.
What happened next is the part that many Nigerians need to hear today.
There was no family war,no insults,no accusations of betrayal,no campaign of hatred.
The father accepted the verdict of the people and reportedly supported his son's political future.
Read that again.
A father lost an election to his own son and still chose peace over bitterness.
Now compare that to what we see today.
Some people attack lifelong friends because of politics.
Some insult family members because they support a different candidate.
Some see politicians as messiahs who can never be questioned.
The moment you criticize their preferred candidate, you become a saboteur,a traitor,an enemy,a regional problem.
Suddenly, your years of friendship mean nothing because of an election.
Think about how dangerous that is.
More than 60 years ago, a father and son stood on opposite sides of a political contest and remained family.
Today, some people cannot survive a disagreement with a neighbour on Facebook.
Politics was never meant to make us enemies.
It was meant to give us choices.
The lesson from this story is simple.

Historic picture; important lessons: 1986 world cup photo of Maradona, Pele and Platini.   1.Maradona campaigned against...
28/06/2026

Historic picture; important lessons: 1986 world cup photo of Maradona, Pele and Platini.

1.Maradona campaigned against drugs
2.Pele stood for the rights of the children &
3.Platini against corruption

Time passed by :
1.Maradona became a drug addict.
2.Pele refused to accept his biological daughter Sandra Regina Arantes, who was born as the result of his affair with a housemaid (in 1964). Arantes filed a lawsuit against Pele. She won the case with DNA tests results and later wrote a book, "The Daughter the King Did Not Want", that described her mother’s affair. And …
3. Platini was banned from football administration for corruption.

Two important lessons:
1) Nobody is perfect;
2) Appearances can be deceptive.

08/05/2026

THE DAY I DEFENDED GARRI IN SCHOOL DEBATE .
Back in secondary school, our English teacher made the mistake of choosing me, Godsent, to represent my house in an inter-school debate .
The topic was:
“Which Is Better: Garri or Rice?”
Immediately I heard it, I stood up and shouted:
“Madam, my mama dey sell garri I'm gonna win this debate....
The whole class burst into laughter.
My opponent was one fine girl from another school, Amara, representing Rice
She adjusted her tie like she was defending PhD thesis and said:
“Rice is food of celebration
No wedding is complete without rice.
No birthday is successful without rice.
No Christmas is valid without rice.
Nobody says:
‘Come celebrate with us, we are serving soaked garri and groundnut.’”
Crowd laughed
She continued:
“Rice has class
Rice has packaging
Rice has varieties:
Jollof, Fried, Coconut, Ofada, White Rice & Stew
Rice enters party with confidence.
Rice wears suit and tie
Garri enters in rubber bowl.”
Audience screamed
Then she dropped final bomb.
“Rice is for champions
Athletes eat rice.
Presidents eat rice.
Garri is what people eat when things are not moving well.”
Thunderous applause
Even my own classmates were clapping.
Traitors.
Then it was my turn .
I adjusted my oversized school trousers and stepped forward like a warrior .
“Good day honorable judges, respected audience, and my opponent speaking under the influence of jollof propaganda…”
“Today I stand to defend not just a food…
I stand to defend a LEGEND,A SURVIVOR
A SAVIOR OF HUMANITY
I stand to defend GARRI!!!”......
Half the students shouted:
“YEEEEEE!!!”

I asked the judges:
“Do you have garri in your house?”
They laughed........
One judge nodded..
I shouted: “Exactly! Because Garri is the LAST HOPE OF MANKIND!”

When rice finishes — Garri is there
When salary never enter — Garri is there
When mummy says “manage till month end” — Garri appears like superhero
Audience: “YEEEEEE!”
“Rice is for parties
Garri is for survival
Rice is occasional
Garri is dependable ,
Then I turned to Amara dramatically
“Can rice save you in 30 seconds?!”
“When hunger strikes by 11:47pm
Can rice shout:
‘My son, I am ready!’?”
NO!
But Garri?
Add water
Add sugar
Add groundnut
SALVATION HAS COME!
Then I explained the meaning of GARRI
G – Giver of Energy
A – Attitude Changer
R – Restorer of Hope
R – Reducer of Weakness
I – Increaser of Agility
“Garri has many names:”
Student Power,Life Support,Hunger Destroyer,Emergency Department,Federal Ministry of Survival,and Garrison.
“Garri is loyal!”
Cornflakes came and left
Golden Morn disappointed
Noodles became expensive
But Garri remained faithful.
Faithful in dry season
Faithful in rainy season
Faithful in suffering
Then I delivered the final blow,“My opponent said nobody serves garri in party…”
I paused dramatically
“THAT IS BECAUSE GARRI IS NOT A PARTY GUEST…”
Entire hall went silent
Then I shouted:
“GARRI IS FAMILY!!!”
Hall exploded
I pointed at Amara one last time:
“Rice is for enjoyment…
Garrison Is For Emergency And Enjoyment”
Rice needs firewood Rice needs gas,Rice needs pot,Rice needs time,but u see Garri?Just bring cup and water,and we move
Thank you.
Abeg did I win amara?

24/04/2026

Bob Marley Was ARRESTED for His Songs — What He Did in Court SILENCED Everyone
Kingston, Jamaica, February 23rd, 1979. 9 a.m. Bob Marley sat in the defendant's chair at the Supreme Court of Jamaica, facing charges that could have ended his career forever. The man who had brought peace to waring political factions, whose music had spread love across the globe, was being accused of inciting public disorder through sedicious musical content.

The prosecutor, Attorney General Harold Morrison, stood before Judge Patricia Williams with a stack of Bob's lyrics, ready to prove that reggae music was a threat to Jamaican society.

What would happen over the next 3 hours would become one of the most extraordinary moments in legal history and change how the world viewed the relationship between music and freedom. 3 weeks earlier, January 30th, 1979, the trouble had started during a concert at National Stadium. Bob had performed Get Up, Stand Up and dedicated it to the people suffering under political oppression.

The crowd had responded with such passion that some politicians became nervous when Bob sang the lines, "Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight." 15,000 people had stood as one, raising their fists, demanding change. It was a moment of unity that transcended political parties, but it terrified those in power.

The next day, member of Parliament Charles Davidson filed a complaint with the Attorney General's office. This man is using music to incite revolution. Davidson argued his lyrics are sedicious. He's teaching young people to rebel against authority, to challenge the government, to disrupt social order. This isn't entertainment.

It's political manipulation disguised as art. Within a week, Bob Marley was served with an arrest warrant. February 23rd, 9 CABUM, Supreme Court. Judge Patricia Williams looked down at Bob from her bench. She was 52 years old, known for her strict interpretation of the law and had little patience for what she considered disruption of social order.

Attorney General Morrison began his opening statement. Your honor, the defendant, Robert Marley, has used his platform as a musician to undermine respect for authority and incite citizens to rebel against lawful government. His songs contain dangerous messages that encourage young people to stand up against authority, to fight the system, and to reject the social structures that maintain order in our society.

Morrison held up printed lyrics. In his song Burnon and Luton, Mr. Marley sings about burning and looting. In I Shot the Sheriff, he promotes violence against law enforcement. In Get Up, Stand Up, he explicitly calls for resistance against authority. Judge Williams listened intently. As Morrison continued, "Music has power, your honor.

When someone with Mr. Marley's influence tells thousands of young people to get up, stand up, fight. Those words have consequences. We've seen increased protests, civil disobedience, and disrespect for authority since his music gained popularity. Bob's attorney, David Chen, stood to respond. Your honor, Mr.

Marley's music promotes love, unity, and social justice, not violence. His lyrics speak about fighting oppression, not fighting people. There's a difference between encouraging people to stand up for their rights and encouraging them to break the law. Judge Williams looked at Bob, who had remained silent throughout the proceedings. Mr.

Marley, do you understand that if convicted, you could face up to 5 years in prison and be banned from performing in Jamaica? Bob stood slowly. Yes, your honor, I understand. How do you plead to the charges of inciting public disorder through sedicious musical content? Bob's voice was calm, but clear. Not guilty, your honor. 10:30 a.m. Prosecution witnesses.

Morrison called several witnesses to testify about the dangerous effects of Bob's music. Police Commissioner Frank Thompson testified. Since Mr. Marley's music became popular, we've seen increased protests and demonstrations. Young people are more defiant, more likely to challenge police authority. His concerts often result in crowds that are difficult to control.

School principal Margaret Foster testified. Students come to school singing Mr. Marley's songs about fighting and revolution. They question authority, challenge teachers, refuse to follow rules. His music is making our children ungovernable. MP Charles Davidson testified. Mr. Marley's concerts are political rallies disguised as entertainment.

He uses music to spread anti-government propaganda to turn citizens against their elected leaders. This is sedition, pure and simple. 11:45 a.m. Defense witnesses David Chen called Dr. Marcus Reed, professor of sociology at the University of the West Indies. Dr. Reed, in your professional opinion, does Mr.

Marley's music incite violence? Quite the opposite, Dr. Reed testified. Mr. Marley's music has actually reduced violence in Jamaica. Before his one love concert, political violence was tearing this country apart. His music brought waring factions together. He's prevented more violence than he's ever caused. Chen called several more witnesses, community leaders, social workers, young people, all testifying that Bob's music had inspired them to work for positive change through peaceful means.

But Judge Williams seemed unconvinced. What she needed was to understand Bob Marley himself. Whine to his PM. Bob takes the stand. Mr. Marley, Judge Williams said, "I want to hear from you directly. The prosecution claims your music encourages people to break the law. How do you respond?" Bob looked directly at the judge.
Your honor, my music comes from Ja, from God. It speaks about love, about unity, about people standing up for what’s right. When I sing get up, stand up, I’m not telling people to break the law. I’m telling them to demand justice when the law is unjust. Can you explain the difference? Bob thought carefully. Your honor, if a law says that black people can’t vote, should people obey that law? If a law says that poor people can’t get medical care, should people accept that? Sometimes standing up for what’s right means challenging what’s wrong, but

always through love, never through hate. Morrison interrupted. But Mr. Marley, your song, I Shot the Sheriff clearly promotes violence against police officers. Bob smiled sadly. Mr. Morrison, that song is not about killing policemen. It’s a metaphor about defending yourself against oppression. The sheriff represents any force that tries to keep people down.

And even in the song, I say, “But I did not shoot the deputy, meaning I only fought back when I had to.” Judge Williams leaned forward. Mr. Marley, when you perform these songs, what do you want your audience to do? I want them to love themselves, your honor. I want them to love each other. I want them to work for justice, but through peace.

I want them to stand up for their rights, but through unity, not division. But your lyrics can be interpreted as calls to revolution. Bob nodded. Yes, your honor, they can. Because sometimes we need revolution, but not the kind with guns and violence. We need revolution of the heart. Revolution of the spirit. Revolution that changes how people think and feel.

Judge Williams was quiet for a long moment. Mr. Marley, I want to ask you something directly. If I rule that you cannot perform music with political messages, will you comply? Bob looked at the judge, then at the crowd of supporters who had packed the courtroom. Your honor, Bob said quietly. I would respect the court’s decision, but I would also have to follow my conscience.

If Jah calls me to make music, I have to make music. If the people need to hear messages of love and justice, I have to share those messages. I would rather go to prison for speaking truth than be free for staying silent. 2:30 p.m. The judge’s decision. After closing arguments, Judge Williams announced a recess to consider her verdict.

When court reconvened, she looked tired. She had spent 30 minutes alone, wrestling with a decision that would [clears throat] affect not just Bob Marley, but the future of artistic freedom in Jamaica. Mr. Marley, she began, please stand. Bob stood, prepared for whatever came next. I have listened carefully to all testimony.

I have reviewed your lyrics extensively. I have considered the law and I have considered justice. The courtroom held its breath. Mr. Marley, I want you to do something for this court. I want you to perform one of the songs that the prosecution claims is sedicious. I want to hear for myself what you’re really saying. Bob was stunned.

Your honor, you heard me correctly. I want you to sing redemption song for this court right now. Morrison jumped up. Your honor, this is highly irregular. This is a courtroom, not a concert hall. Judge Williams looked at Morrison firmly. Mr. Morrison, you’ve spent hours telling me how dangerous Mr. Marley’s music is. Now I want to hear it for myself. Mr.

Marley, proceed. Bob began to sing a capella, his voice filling the formal courtroom. Old pirates, yes, they rob I sold I to the merchant ships minutes after they took eye from the bottomless pit. The effect was immediate and powerful. Bob’s voice transformed the courtroom from a place of judgment into a place of truthtelling.

But my hand was made strong by the hand of the Almighty. We forward in this generation triumphantly. Judge Williams watched Bob’s face as he sang, saw the passion, the sincerity, the deep spirituality in his expression. This wasn’t the face of someone trying to incite violence. This was the face of someone sharing his soul.

Won’t you help to sing these songs of freedom? cuz all I ever have redemption songs. When Bob finished, the courtroom was completely silent. Several people in the gallery were crying. Even some court officers had tears in their eyes. Judge Williams wiped her own eyes before speaking. Mr.

Marley, in 30 years as a judge, I have never
asked a defendant to perform in my courtroom, but I needed to hear your music with my own ears, not filtered through lawyers interpretations. She paused, composing herself. What I heard was not sedition. What I heard was pain transformed into hope. What I heard was a man singing about freedom.

Not freedom from law, but freedom from injustice. What I heard was truth. Judge Williams looked at the prosecution table. Mr. Morrison, you argued that Mr. Marley’s music is dangerous because it encourages people to stand up for their rights. But in a democracy, standing up for one’s rights is not sedition. It’s citizenship. She turned back to Bob. Mr.

Marley, I find you not guilty of all charges. The courtroom erupted in cheers. Bob’s supporters jumped to their feet, crying and embracing. Judge Williams smiled. The first time anyone had ever seen her smile in court. Mr. Marley, I want to say something to you. Music does have power. Your music has tremendous power.

With that power comes responsibility. I trust that you will continue to use your gift to promote justice through peace, love through understanding, and change through unity. Bob nodded solemnly. Yes, your honor, I will. Then this case is dismissed. Court is adjourned. The aftermath. The case became landmark precedent for artistic freedom in Jamaica and throughout the Caribbean.

The Marley decision established that music expressing political views was protected speech as long as it didn’t explicitly call for violence. Judge Patricia Williams later said in interviews, “When Bob Marley sang in my courtroom, I realized that I wasn’t just judging a man. I was judging the voice of an entire people.

How could I silence hope? How could I criminalize truth? N0. Bob Marley never forgot the experience. In concerts afterward, he would often tell audiences they tried to put I in prison for singing about freedom. But freedom can’t be imprisoned. Truth can’t be criminalized. Love can’t be outlawed.? Today, the courtroom where the trial took place displays a plaque with lyrics from redemption song.

"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds."

22/04/2026

I WAS 34 YEARS OLD, JOBLESS, BROKE, AND LIVING IN MY MARRIED YOUNGER SISTER'S B.Q.
​One morning, I woke up and found the door to my room locked from the outside.
​Yes, someone had locked me inside.
​I thought it was a mistake.
​I banged on the door. I called her number. No answer.
​I texted her husband. Delivered. No reply.
​Two hours later, a knock. It was my sister. She didn’t open the door. She just whispered through the wood.
​“Broda, please manage inside today. My in-laws are around. They are big people. I no wan make dem ask who you be or why you never marry at your age.”
​Then silence.
​My heart tore into tiny, sharp pieces.
​I had no bed. Just a mat on the floor. The fan was dead. The heat in that small room started to cook my skin.
​I spent the whole day sweating, hungry, ashamed, and forgotten.
​I wanted to scream. I wanted to break the door. But I sat down on that mat and wept.
​Not because they locked me in. But because I realized that even poverty has a smell, and I had started to carry it.
​Let me tell you how I got here.
​I once worked in a bank. I had a car. I lived in an estate. I wasn't a billionaire, but I had dignity.
​Until I trusted the wrong friend.
​He convinced me to take a loan of ₦4 million for a "sure" oil and gas business. I signed the papers. He disappeared with the money.
​The bank suspended me. Then they fired me. Then they blacklisted me.
​Just like that, my phone stopped ringing. People who used to call me "Boss" suddenly couldn't remember my birthday.
​When my rent expired, I begged everyone. My best friend told me, “You for marry na. At least your wife go fit support you.”
​I laughed like it was funny. But when I dropped the call, I cried until my eyes turned red.
​That’s how I moved into my sister’s BQ.
​At first, they were nice. Then they stopped being nice. They started locking the fridge. They stopped greeting me in the morning. They told their children not to sit on my lap because my clothes were "dusty."
​They said I was “too spiritual” because I prayed aloud at night. I apologized and started whispering my prayers.
​But they still treated me like a ghost.
​By 4:00 PM, my tummy was making sounds like a beaten drum. I hadn't eaten since yesterday.
​I stood by the window, watching freedom through the rusty burglar bars.
​And I did something I hadn’t done in months. I prayed.
​But not the kind of prayer you say when you want a miracle. This was the kind of prayer you say when you are finished, empty, and ready to die.
​I said, “God, I don’t even know if You still see me. But if You do… I am tired.”
​No shouting. No "falling under the anointing." Just hot tears on a cold floor.
​I eventually slept off on that mat.
​Around 6:30 PM, my phone rang.
​It was a number I didn’t know. I almost didn’t pick. But a voice in my head said, “Answer it.”
​“Hello, is this Mr. Emmanuel?” the woman asked,​I said yes.
​She started screaming on the phone. “Thank You, Jesus! I’ve been searching for you for five years!”,​I sat up.
​She said, “My name is Mrs. Ifeoma. You used to work at the branch in Victoria Island, right?”​I said yes.
​She began to sob. “Twelve years ago, I came to your desk. I was a widow. I had no collateral, but my children were out of school. You used your own money to help me start my small poultry. Today, I own three of the biggest farms in the South-East.”
​I couldn't breathe.
​She said, “I don’t know where you are or what you are doing, but God told me I won't sleep until I find the man who saved my life when I was nothing.”
​She paused.
​“Please, text me your account number. I want to send you a small token for transport so you can come and see me tomorrow.”
​I sent it with shaking hands.
​Five minutes later, my phone buzzed.
​I looked at the screen. I rubbed my eyes. I looked again.
​My sister’s husband had locked the door, but God had just opened a portal.
​The alert was ₦10,000,000,​I fell on my knees and let out a scream that shook the whole house.
​The door suddenly flew open. My sister and her husband rushed in, thinking I had gone mad or died.
​When they saw the screen of my phone, their faces turned white.
The room was silent. You could hear a pin drop.
​My sister’s husband tried to touch my shoulder. “Emma, wetin happen? Why you dey scream?”
​I didn't answer him. I just showed them the phone.
​When they saw the zeros, my sister started shaking. She tried to hug me, but I stepped back.
​“Broda, I... I was just trying to protect you from my in-laws,” she stammered.
​I didn't say a word. I didn't curse them. I didn't even pack my bags, there was nothing in them anyway but rags.
​I walked out of that BQ barefooted. I walked past her rich in-laws in the sitting room. They stared at me like I was a madman.
​I stepped outside and looked at the stars. They looked different.
​That night, I slept in a hotel. I took a bath with hot water. I ate a meal that cost more than my sister’s monthly feeding allowance.
​But I didn't sleep on the bed. I slept on the floor.
​I wanted to remind myself that 24 hours ago, I was a prisoner.
​On Monday morning, I went to see Mrs. Ifeoma.
​She didn't just give me money. She handed me a set of keys.
​“This is a 4-bedroom bungalow,” she said. “And my company needs a Chief Operating Officer. I know your record. I know your heart. Will you help me?”
​I went from a mat in a BQ to a boardroom in a week.
​I bought 10 suits. I bought a car. I changed my number.
​But I didn't forget the mat.
​I went back to my sister’s house two months later. I drove a car that made the neighbors come out of their houses.
​I walked in. My sister saw me and started crying. She thought I came for revenge.
​I sat her down and her husband down. I brought out an envelope.
​Inside was ₦2 million and a key to a shop.
​“This is for you,' I said,'​She froze. “After what I did to you?”
​I smiled. “If you didn't lock that door, I wouldn't have been forced to pray that kind of prayer. You didn't lock me in; you locked the world out so I could hear God.”
​We hugged and cried. I forgave them, but I never moved back.
​Today, I run a foundation called "The Mat Testimony."
​We find people who have been discarded by their families. We find men who have lost their dignity to poverty.
​Because I realized something: God doesn't need your family to agree before He blesses you.
​Sometimes, God allows people to reject you so that when the blessing comes, they will know it wasn't by their power.
​If you are reading this and you feel like you are behind a locked door,​If your family has turned their back on you,​If you are eating the bread of sorrow,
​Listen to me: The door isn't locked to keep you in. It’s locked to keep the distractions out because your miracle is about to land.
​Your ₦10 million alert is coming. Your Mrs. Ifeoma is searching for you.
​Don't give up on that mat. God is still on the throne.

​
​THE END.

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