Obasanjo is still angry at Eedris Abdulkareem, blasts him at a leadership forum

So it turns out that former President Olusegun Obasanjo is never going to forgive Eedris Abdulkareem for daring to sing in one of his hit singles in 2004 that “Nigeria Jaga jaga.”
Well, I thought the matter was well forgotten but I was shocked when I switched on my TV set last two night only to behold OBJ speaking at a forum organized by the Nigeria Leadership Initiative (NLI) on Tuesday saying:
“How can a sane man dare to call his country jaga jaga?” The crowd immediately started laughing and trust OBJ not to stop there “It is the height of blasphemy,” he said.  “We are grooming our youths for tomorrow’s leadership and with such persons I don’t think the country can move forward.”  

I wonder how Eedris' song has turned to be Nigeria's problem and what happens to corruption? Please, whats your opinion


  1. 1/ CARLOS DE ASSUMPÇÃO - The biggest black poet in the history of Brazil author of the poem the National Anthem PROTEST fight the Afro-Brazilian Black Consciousness in conclusion completed 87 years of life. CARLOS DE ASSUMPÇÃO was born May 23, 1927 in Tietê-SP in last Friday completed 87 years of life with your family, friends and us of BLACK NATIONAL ORGANIZATION FOUNDED QUILOMBO ONNQ 20/11/1970 (And several entities and admirers congratulate the birthday 87 year old master black poet Carlos Assumption) had the proud honor and pleasure to call the historical person wishing happiness, health and Assunpção thank Charles for his giant work, especially the protest poem which for many is the biggest and most significant poem of Afro Brazilian National Anthem of blacks. "Protest" is the most emblematic poem of Brazilian Afros and a Black America, slavery in their pain and scars contemporary pragmatics of permanent unconsciousness high society perverse in the Poem "The Protestor" was released in 1958, in the joy of Brazil champion football, but there were improprieties and Brazilian people was poorly conditioned and today the Football World Cup in Brazil 2014 poem "Protest" by Carlos de Assunpção is more alive with the people in revolution to (Fall of the Bas. Brasil.tilha) reivindicatórias the demonstrations out of economic social justice of the Brazilian people awakening in the reflection of the protest alive.
    Master Milton Santos said the verses of protest and speech by Martin Luther King, Jr. in Washington, DC, the capital of the United States of America, August 28, 1963, after the March on Washington. 'I have a Dream "(I have a dream) were the two largest cries for freedom, rights, peace and justice of the American afros. Hundreds of journalists, critics and intellectuals in Brazil and everyone praises (Protest) (Demonstrating that black is powerful essence of the transformation of the ideals of the people) work eloquently extols the divider unquestionable waters of racism and the prevailing friendliness But Brazil's dictatorship and the media monopoly and manipulation of elites that dominate Brazil censor Protest Charles Assunpção poem that is our historic protest and reborn and expresses congregate and blacks and all the oppressed, wronged this nation that makes the Cup world spending billions to an illusion of a month that can be sad or happy for the Brazilian people that sometimes do not even have or saves cents for basic needs and even for their survival and their. In Brazil

    Black Organization National Quilombo ONNQ 20/11/1970 -

  2. .
    Poem. Protest Charles Assunpção

    Even turn their backs
    My words of fire
    Do not Stop Yelling
    Will not stop
    Do not Stop Yelling

    I was sent to the world
    To protest
    Tinsel lies nothing
    Nothing will shut up

    Behind the wall the night
    Without anyone noticing
    Many of my ancestors
    Already long dead
    They meet at my house
    And put us to talk
    About bitter things
    About shackles and chains
    Which in the past were visible
    About shackles and chains
    Which at present are invisible
    Invisible but existing
    The arms in thought
    In steps in dreams in life
    From each of the living
    Together with me foundlings of Homeland

    The blood of my grandparents
    That runs through my veins
    Are cries of rebellion

    One day maybe someone will ask
    Moved before my suffering
    Who is screaming
    Who regrets so
    Who is

    And I will answer
    Me Brother
    Brother tu me desconheces
    I'm the one who had become
    Victim of men
    I'm the one who, being a man
    It was sold by men
    Auction in the public square
    It was sold or exchanged
    Like any instrument
    I'm the one who planted
    The sugarcane and coffee plantations
    And watered with the sweat and blood
    One who held
    About blacks and strong shoulders
    The progress of the country
    What thousand suffered torture
    What cried pointlessly
    What gave everything he had
    And nowadays has nothing
    But today is not scream
    From what has passed
    What happened is past
    My heart has forgiven
    Today my brother cry
    It's because after all
    Justice does not come

    I am who I am screaming
    The cheated in the past
    Deprecated in this
    I am who I am screaming
    Am I my brother that
    Who lived in prison
    Who worked in prison
    He suffered in prison
    For it to be built
    The foundation of the nation
    The foundation of the nation
    Has the stones of my arms
    Is the lime of my tears
    So the nation is sad
    It is very sad but great
    It is among such people sad
    Brother I'm the saddest

    My story is told
    With inks bitterness
    A day in cheers of joy and roses
    Threw me suddenly
    The prison where I was
    For a wider prison
    It was a Trojan
    The freedom they gave me
    There were snakes future
    Under the cloak of enthusiasm
    One day I suddenly threw
    How bagasse
    How straws coffee
    How useless thing
    That was no good for anything anymore
    One day I suddenly threw
    In the gutters of the street helplessness
    Under ovations and roses of joy

    Always dreamed of freedom
    But they gave me the freedom
    Was more illusion that freedom

    Brother's me who cries
    I have strong reasons
    Brother's me who cries
    I need more
    Screaming that breathing
    But brother learns
    Piety is not what I want
    Pity I do not care
    Weak ask mercy
    I want best thing
    I do not want to live
    In the basement of society
    Not to be marginal
    I want to go everywhere
    I want to be well received
    Just humiliations
    My soul is tired
    I want the sun belongs to everyone
    Or catch everything I want
    I cry all night
    How scream volcanoes
    As screaming gales
    As cries the sea
    And death shall have no force
    To make me shut up.
    Black Organization National Quilombo ONNQ 20/11/1970 -


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