Connect with us

Opinion

Opinion: Potentiality Digest: Liberating Through the Waves

Published

on

By Sulyman Sodeeq
…we will all be inscribed with marks in the course of living our life, but how you have chosen to live life will determine the mark you will make, the changes you can make.” – SULYMAN Sodeeq Abdulakeem
 
We finally launched our book yesterday. It was a memorable experience. Many thanks to everyone who made the day a dynamic one. They are the reasons we need to keep striving towards achieving greatness. Kindly read the speech I presented down below:
Good afternoon, our fathers and mothers, distinguished guests, teachers, tutelars and mentors; family, friends and loved ones; the host of today’s programme, Mr Victor Eshameh; colleagues and associates who joined this train to rejoice with us today on this special occasion, your respective presence means a lot to me and I want to assume it is the same to the departed souls whose names will resonate in the course of this Book Launch.
Before I go further in my speech, I will like to briefly take us down the memory lane in order to let you all discern what drives me and the motives behind my purpose in life, which specifically has had an effect on my names and identities I carry at different stages of my life. Sincerely, I don’t regret anything I have been through, I only see it as opportunities to learn, to navigate life trials, to grow and become the best version of myself.
In the course of this humble but informative speech, I will like to reveal some of my true identities to you all. This will be done neither to oppress nor impress, but to express the mixed feelings I harbour today and to influence others who have gone through similar circumstances as mine. This is to affirm to us all that we will all be inscribed with marks in the course of living our life, but how you have chosen to live life will determine the mark you will make, the changes you can make.
The notion above can be simply used to describe my life’s trajectory, because if you travel to the depth of my living, you will find out that my life is a blend of many lives that are so dearly to me and because of how important those lives were to me, showing that I live for them has become a garb I wear with honour and pride. As a small boy, I was so inquisitive on how to change our family histories. This always prompted me to envision myself bearing my paternal grandfather’s name – Sodeeq – as a way of doing for him, what he couldn’t do for himself.
As fate would have it, our eldest brother, Sulyman Sodeeq Tajudeen, was lost to the cold hands of death in a fatal auto accident, on the 27th November, 2007, fourteen years ago. His demise really shook the foundation of our family tree, because it was no doubt that in him, we lost an industrious, potential patriarch, caring, humane and urbane senior. He was the one studying Library and Information Science and my initial career ambition was to be an Economist.
Because of the bond we shared, I adopted Sodeeq as my middle name, as a means of honouring him and our grandfather, since I can’t be renamed Tajudeen. I resolved to do for him what he couldn’t achieve for himself, and that was how I changed my mind to study Library and Information Science. My sojourn in the course of studying Library and Information Science has clearly revealed to me that when you direct your pain towards a worthy cause, it energises you to make a difference in that cause. In the field of Library and Information Science, I am making the name Sodeeq known, with the assurance that more accolades are on their way. The course is now the palace where I am its Royalhood.
Exactly eight months after our eldest brother’s death, on the 27th July 2008, a day which coincidentally falls on the birthday of our mother, we lost one of our siblings, Sulyman Abdulazeez Baba. It was a tragic experience that taught me another life lesson that what happens to you may be designed to make you strong, but how people treat you or condole with you may make you weak. Various insinuations and premonitions were made about our family, but to God be the glory, here we are today.
Everyday when I reflect, it always amazes me how my life is being transformed, how I am making such progress despite the scars I carry. Sometimes I blamed myself that I can’t let go of the past, but I later discovered that progress requires us to honestly look at the dark corners of our own past to find inspiration, be renewed and toil the path of significance. Knowing this spurs me to charge myself to do more, to become more.
There is a certain moment in the course of my life that is so significant – and that is our newspapering days. Along with my recently late elder brother, Sulyman Luqman, I sold newspapers for around ten to eleven years. Those years have both directly and indirectly nourished my thinking abilities, liberated my life, redesigned my purpose and nurtured my emotional intelligence, interpersonal skills and other abilities a subjective mind can learn from menial jobs.
My life is a typical example of Paulo Coelho’s description that “If you want something, the whole world conspires with you to get it,” because my life is filled with different individuals who have come to play different roles at different phases and levels. At every defining moment of my life, I have met different people that help refine and redefine its meaning. Because these people believed in helping humanity, that belief made them fill the frames designed for kind and generous people coming into my life.
Someone once said, “It’s not the years in your life that count; it’s the life in your years.” It seems the quote behind is meant for me because of what people have taught me and the impact they have made in my life. I am blessed with many people who never give up on me. They see in me what I don’t see in myself and they are committed to creating a fertile ground for the seeds of greatness in me to germinate.
There is a common notion that when you share your goals, it becomes weak, you lose the enthusiasm to pursue it. I don’t agree with that notion. You only lose the power to pursue your goals when you share it with the wrong persons. But if you share it with the right persons, your goals gain more power which actualising it will no longer be an option to you, but a choice. This is what happened to me the days I confided in Mr Gideon Olutunde Ogunkunle, Mr Henry Ukazu and Mr Sanni Yakub Ozigi that I want to be a writer. Aside from offering supportive responses, they also proved to me that my aspirations are achievable.
Anytime I think about how I have been treated by good people, I always overlook the denials and betrayals I experienced from the wrong people. You can’t choose for people how to treat you, but you can choose how you respond to how you were being treated by people. Alhamdulillah that I learned this lesson from my dear late friend, brother, hero and mentor, Sulyman Luqman. Narrating what we shared is something only an autobiography – One Death, Too Many – which will be released later in the future can adequately address.
Thinking about him always caused me to shed tears, mentioning his name also makes my voice inflect. He was a person whom I really feel comfortable with. Was it his humour, understanding, common sense or that passion to make impact in the life of anybody that comes his way? I have seen brothers, but believe me, the kind of bond we shared knows no bound. It is not because of the genetic inheritance we shared, but because of the common values, aspirations, purpose and mutual respect that connected us.
Anytime I think about his struggles, I take solace from what he did to make his life a blessing to others, to be an example and not a warning or caution, regardless of what he himself went through. He lived to raise other people’s hope, he lived like a star shining upon other people’s paths. The memories we shared were the true reflection of Haleemah Gegele’s words that “Some memories can never ever fade away no matter how hard we try, we can only keep being strong and learn from it.”
The message he sent to me on the 16th of September, 2019 after the publication of our first book – Responsible Living… – was full of gratitude for making his name known. I was surprised! Even before he gave up on the ghost on that fateful day he died, I want to assume that my call was the last he received and we discussed lengthily on how to go with the designs of this book we are launching today. He gave me a detailed description of how he wants the cover to be and I told him I will call back later in the day to check on him.
To my surprise, I came across the quote by Amanpree Singh “I had reached a stage where I could take nothing. I knew myself, all truths uncovered, every myth busted. It was time to accept myself as I was,” which he posted. I know he was a warrior, fighter and avatar, he knew the right time to desert the war fronts. He deserves to wear the garb of Obadiah Mailafia words that “Only an avatar could have predicted his own death with such millennial calm.”
It was just like yesterday, but no day has ever passed without his thoughts coming to my mind. Tatalo Alamu says, “How time flies, we may say. But flying time also carries storms and biting dunes.” The storms in my days without him are how he dearly cares for me and the biting dunes are how we have struggled to sustain his legacy. I have good news for his soul: We have established a library named after him, Sulyman Luqman Memorial Library. It is still infant, though and its nucleus are formed from the books on Psychology, Sales, Marketing, Philosophy, Motivation and Inspiration he assembled during his lifetime.
This book “The Path to Greatness” is my epitaph for his unique and exemplary soul. May it usher in our greatness as we envisioned and may Allah (SWT) grant you all my dear brothers eternal rest. Ameen.
The book is written in the most simplest form by placing life’s stages into three major steps – Mind, Action and Life. I used the English alphabets – ABC… – with stories of prominent Nigerians to concretise my thoughts. Each alphabet, along with an individual story represents life’s principles at different stages and phases and how those people have navigated their paths to reach the heights of their chosen endeavours.
Only alphabet “X” was not catered for because of the minimal availability of words it starts with. However, the alphabet “P” is used for Potentiality Builders, the pseudonym of mine, to talk about Pain, Passion and Purpose. Don’t let the story of SULYMAN Sodeeq Abdulakeem stirs your sympathy, I shared it to spark inspiration in people, to charge people to rise to filling the voids in their respective life and to tell people that the meanings life wants us to attach to it will surface through our interpretations of life’s trials and challenges.
I am just toiling my path to enrich myself and deepens my intellectual capacity, moral uprightness and academic distinction. This literary piece we are launching today is a means of activating the essence of my living, giving it substance and increasing my birth price, by polishing the extraordinary circumstances I went through to forge and birth the extraordinariness in me. I look forward to more roads to travel, more bridges to cross and more blazes to trail, insha Allah, every day shall always mark a new beginning, a delightful march to Allah’s unlimited grace, Barakah, fulfillment and greatness. Ameen.
SULYMAN, Sodeeq Abdulakeem is a Librarian, Author. He can be reached via +2348132226994. His new book titled: “The Path to Greatness,” foreword by Henry Ukazu, President and Founder of GLOEMI Inc., The Bronx, New York City, USA, is now available at http://bit.ly/Amzn-P2G-Soft-Copy

Continue Reading
Click to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Opinion

The End of a Political Party

Published

on

By

By Obianuju Kanu-Ogoko

It is deeply alarming and shameful to witness an elected official of an opposition party openly calling for the continuation of President Tinubu’s administration. This blatant betrayal goes against the very essence of democratic opposition and makes a mockery of the values the PDP is supposed to stand for.

Even more concerning is the deafening silence from North Central leadership. This silence comes at a price—For the funneled $3 million to buy off the courts for one of their Leaders’, the NC has compromised integrity, ensuring that any potential challenge is conveniently quashed. Such actions reveal a deeply compromised leadership, one that no longer stands for the people but for personal gain.

When a member of a political party publicly supports the ruling party, it raises the critical question: Who is truly standing for the PDP? When a Minister publicly insulted PDP and said that he is standing with the President, and you did nothing; why won’t others blatantly insult the party? Only under the Watch of this NWC has PDP been so ridiculed to the gutters. Where is the opposition we so desperately need in this time of political crisis? It is a betrayal of trust, of principles and of the party’s very foundation.

The leadership of this party has failed woefully. You have turned the PDP into a laughing stock, a hollow shell of what it once was. No political party with any credibility or integrity will even consider aligning or merging with the PDP at this rate. The decay runs deep and the shame is monumental.

WHAT A DISGRACE!

Continue Reading

Opinion

Day Dele Momodu Made Me Live Above My Means

Published

on

By

By Uzor Maxim Uzoatu

These are dangerous days of gross shamelessness in totalitarian Nigeria.
Pathetic flaunting of clannish power is all the rage, and a good number of supposedly modern-day Nigerians have thrown their brains into the primordial ring.

One pathetic character came to me the other day stressing that the only way I can prove to him that I am not an ethnic bigot is to write an article attacking Dele Momodu!

I could not make any head or tail of the bloke’s proposition because I did not understand how ethnic bigotry can come up in an issue concerning Dele Momodu and my poor self.

The dotty guy made the further elaboration that I stand accused of turning into a “philosopher of the right” instead of supporting the government of the day which belongs to the left!

A toast to Karl Marx in presidential jet and presidential yacht!

I nearly expired with laughter as I remembered how one fat kept man who spells his surname as “San” (for Senior Advocate of Nigeria – SAN) wrote a wretched piece on me as an ethnic bigot and compelled one boozy rascal that dubiously studied law in my time at Great Ife to put it on my Facebook wall!

The excited tribesmen of Nigerian democracy and their giddy slaves have been greased to use attack as the first aspect of defence by calling all dissenting voices “ethnic bigots” as balm on their rotted consciences.

The bloke urging me to attack Dele Momodu was saddened when he learnt that I regarded the Ovation publisher as “my brother”!

Even amid the strange doings in Nigeria of the moment I can still count on some famous brothers who have not denied me such as Senator Babafemi Ojudu who privileged me to read his soon-to-be-published memoir as a fellow Guerrilla Journalist, and the lionized actor Richard Mofe-Damijo (RMD) who while on a recent film project in faraway Canada made my professor cousin over there to know that “Uzor is my brother!”

It is now incumbent on me to tell the world of the day that Dele Momodu made me live above my means.

All the court jesters, toadies, fawners, bootlickers and ill-assorted jobbers and hirelings put together can never be renewed with enough palliatives to countermand my respect for Dele Momodu who once told our friend in London who was boasting that he was chased out of Nigeria by General Babangida because of his activism: “Babangida did not chase you out of Nigeria. You found love with an oyinbo woman and followed her to London. Leave Babangida out of the matter!”

Dele Momodu takes his writing seriously, and does let me have a look at his manuscripts – even the one written on his presidential campaign by his campaign manager.

Unlike most Nigerians who are given to half measures, Dele Momodu writes so well and insists on having different fresh eyes to look at his works.

It was a sunny day in Lagos that I got a call from the Ovation publisher that I should stand by to do some work on a biography he was about to publish.

He warned me that I have only one day to do the work, and I replied him that I was raring to go because I love impossible challenges.

The manuscript of the biography hit my email in fast seconds, and before I could say Bob Dee a fat alert burst my spare bank account!

Being a ragged-trousered philanthropist, a la the title of Robert Tressel’s proletarian novel, I protested to Dele that it’s only beer money I needed but, kind and ever rendering soul that he is, he would not hear of it.

I went to Lagos Country Club, Ikeja and sacked my young brother, Vitus Akudinobi, from his office in the club so that I can concentrate fully on the work.

Many phone calls came my way, and I told my friends to go to my divine watering-hole to wait for me there and eat and drink all that they wanted because “money is not my problem!”

More calls came from my guys and their groupies asking for all makes of booze, isiewu, nkwobi and the assorted lots, and I asked them to continue to have a ball in my absence, that I would join them later to pick up the bill!

The many friends of the poor poet were astonished at the new-fangled wealth and confidence of the new member of the idle rich class!

It was a beautiful read that Dele Momodu had on offer, and by late evening I had read the entire book, and done some minor editing here and there.

It was then up to me to conclude the task by doing routine editing – or adding “style” as Tom Sawyer would tell his buddy Huckleberry Finn in the eponymous adventure books of Mark Twain.

I chose the style option, and I was indeed in my elements, enjoying all aspects of the book until it was getting to ten in the night, and my partying friends were frantically calling for my appearance.

I was totally satisfied with my effort such that I felt proud pressing the “Send” button on my laptop for onward transmission to Dele Momodu’s email.

I then rushed to the restaurant where my friends were waiting for me, and I had hardly settled down when one of Dele’s assistants called to say that there were some issues with the script I sent!

I had to perforce reopen up my computer in the bar, and I could not immediately fathom which of the saved copies happened to be the real deal.

One then remembered that there were tell-tale signs when the computer kept warning that I was putting too much on the clipboard or whatever.

It’s such a downer that after feeling so high that one had done the best possible work only to be left with the words of James Hadley Chase in The Sucker Punch: “It’s only when a guy gets full of confidence that he’s wide open for the sucker punch.”
Lesson learnt: keep it simple – even if you have been made to live above your means by Dele Momodu!

To end, how can a wannabe state agent and government apologist, a hired askari, hope to get me to write an article against a brother who has done me no harm whatsoever? Mba!

I admire Dele Momodu immensely for his courage of conviction to tell truth to power.

Continue Reading

Opinion

PDP at 26, A Time for Reflection not Celebration

Published

on

By

By Obianuju Kanu-Ogoko

At 26 years, the People’s Democratic Party (PDP) should have been a pillar of strength, a beacon of hope and a testament to the enduring promise of democracy in Nigeria.*

Yet, as we stand at this milestone, it is clear that we have little, if anything, to celebrate. Instead, this anniversary marks a sobering moment of reflection, a time to confront the hard truths that have plagued our journey and to acknowledge the gap between our potential and our reality.

Twenty-six years should have seen us mature into a force for good, a party that consistently upholds the values of integrity, unity and progress for all Nigerians.

But the reality is far from this ideal. Instead of celebrating, we must face the uncomfortable truth: *at 26, the PDP has failed to live up to the promise that once inspired millions.*

We cannot celebrate when our internal divisions have weakened our ability to lead. We cannot celebrate when the very principles that should guide us: justice, fairness and accountability,have been sidelined in favor of personal ambition and short-term gains. We cannot celebrate when the Nigerian people, who once looked to the PDP for leadership, now question our relevance and our commitment to their welfare.

This is not a time for self-congratulation. It is a time for deep introspection and honest assessment. What have we truly achieved? Where did we go wrong? And most importantly, how do we rebuild the trust that has been lost? These are the questions we must ask ourselves, not just as a party, but as individuals who believe in the ideals that the PDP was founded upon.

At 26, we should be at the height of our powers, but instead, we find ourselves at a crossroads. The path forward is not easy, but it is necessary. We must return to our roots, to the values that once made the PDP a symbol of hope and possibility. We must rebuild from within, embracing transparency, unity and a renewed commitment to serving the people of Nigeria.

There is no celebration today, only the recognition that we have a long road ahead. But if we use this moment wisely, if we truly learn from our past mistakes, there is still hope for a future where the PDP can once again stand tall, not just in name, but in action and impact. The journey begins now, not with *fanfare but with resolve.

Continue Reading

Trending