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Danjummai
Posted 11/9/2006 1:01 PM (#1175 - in reply to #703)
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QUEST
22-6-05
There were two of us that were in love with Binta who loves us all. Her first love was of an other tribe. He was a womanizer and now demised. Before his death I had conquered Binta’s mind. He had no place with her when I was around. When he died I lost my ground. Binta’s love was channeled to the demised. I had to begin courting her again. I had to fill up her moment of grief. Her home was underneath a turbulent sea. I was carried by the current of the sea in the wake of those that wish it not. The closer I come to entering the house the more difficult and scary the errand become. I pushed harder until I was given vent. I followed the waves up till I saw the house which I found to be filled with women and children. It was Friday; all adult males had left for the Friday prayer. I was not supposed to find my mother in the house because I left her at home before setting out on my journey. But I found my mum there and the mum of my beloved holding hands in an affair that they should lay off hands. My mum did not like my happiness as Binta’s mum did not like the happiness of her child. My mum confronted me: "Now that you are here you should be able to conduct the funeral prayer of this child.” I saw that a child had died. The child’s remains was yet to be disposed off. My mum thought of scaring me with this responsibility. Her erstwhile gloomy face was now a bit radiating with this engagement. “Who will talk about death and funeral in this beautiful morning of rebirth?” I was made bold to ask. The two were dumbfounded. “The responsibility of conducting the funeral prayer of a child that is not more than two years old is small matter. It can be duly taken care of even by a child below the age puberty that we adults may continue in the business of God,” I said. Then they realized that I have come of age and their era of suppression was over. They wield no power over me. The mother of my beloved came forward with a jug in her hand. “This is what my daughter used which you may find of use,” she said and handed the jug. I took the jug and washed my face with its content which is water crystal white. I went westward instead of the east where our tormenting mothers stood. I heard people who were gathered round us begin to say: “Now she will surely finish him as she did the first. No one treats the Princess so and gets away with it.” I was not bothered. I was beyond fear. There was no time that I had known solace more than then. I was quite aware of my situation. I had dared the Princess which neither forgive nor forget and it, in turn had promised to disgrace me. People came closer to watch what their god will do, and it so happened that nothing happened. Then the people’s fear was over. A young lady came close to me saying: “She takes us as we are. She knew I am a prostitute but she only asked me once. What she did was not even ask what I was doing but “Why.” I told her 'to make ends meet,' and that was all.” I turned to go, having won my battle but another young lady from the crowd confronted me. “You should be able to relate with us the way she used to. You should be able to be just and not discriminate,” she said and I awoke.

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Danjummai
Posted 11/16/2006 1:53 PM (#1189 - in reply to #703)
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DUALITY
8-4-05
I was seated in a waiting room with some others. I saw that I knew the person seated next to me. I pretended I did not see him. Interestingly the person I came to see was that same person seated next to me. I watched him in his office attending to people. I was cornered. I had no option but to recognize him as, although I was pretending not to see him, he was closely watching my every move. I felt guilty and said hi to him and soon we were conversing on an arrayed of issues. We walked out and headed towards the bus stop. “I saw you distributing pamphlets at a procession,” he said. “I can’t remember any such occasion,” I said. He was not convinced. “I swear to God I did not partake in any procession and if I did I beseech God not give me what I want of life,” I added. A car stopped by us. The occupant of the car was the one standing by me. I was slightly confused and I began reflecting over what I was saying before his identical came. What if there were two of me like what was right there before me and that the other me was the one he saw at the procession. It was as if they were reasoning with me. They both were mum and their attention on me. “May God forgive me for my mistake,” I blurted out aloud. Then they both relaxed and commenced action. The one outside asked the one in the car: “Do you have a little something?” The one in the car shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out crispy notes and without counting doled out to his self. We walked away and the other one drove away in his car. I awoke.

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Danjummai
Posted 11/16/2006 2:00 PM (#1190 - in reply to #703)
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FREEDOM
12-4-05
I was sleeping in my workroom and something woke me up in dream to go catch my cheating wife. It was past midnight by my watch. I went to her room and knocked the door. There was a little commotion before she opened the door and was stunned to find me there. I went past her into the room and switched on the light. I sensed I was about to be tricked as she stood there by the door. She was thinking I will go into the inner room and before I will come back her partner who was behind the door will walk away into the night. But immediately I switched on the light I checked behind the door and found him naked. I couldn’t hold my anger. I began to beat him with a stick in my hand. “When did the affair begin? Are you alone or there are some others. Tell me now or I will kill you! I said. “Will you stop beating me if I tell you?" He cried. “Yes", I said and he said: "There are others, I am not alone.” I said: “For this Truth, I set you free.” I went with him to where he will board a bus. "I pity people who indulge in sex without the fear of HIV. I will not be surprised if my wife has the dreaded virus,” I said. “Are you saying you also have it?” He mischievously asked. “No! I am saying people should fear God in all their affairs,” I said and awoke.

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Danjummai
Posted 11/16/2006 2:04 PM (#1191 - in reply to #703)
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UMAR SANDA
29-4-05
It was Friday. I was near the house of the late astrologer, Sheikh Umar Sanda . I met some youths by the mosque blaming one of their friends for being the cause of them not getting employment. The mosque turned into a Friday Prayer Mosque full of mostly old people. I found a place near a handsome old man and waited for him to finish his ablution and pass me over the ablution kettle. Where did I know this old man? My mind began to ask. He passed the ablution kettle to me and waited till I finished before he stood up and we went together. I had a bulky file in my hand. “You are now my Personal Assistant,” the old man conveyed as he was escorting me to my house and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 11/22/2006 9:34 AM (#1199 - in reply to #703)
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PRAYER
7-5-05
AWAKE
It was morning. I was disturbed with the myriad problems surrounding my life; top most the seeming crossroad I happen meet on my path to the reality of God. I was feeling that God has forsaken me. My situation was virtually hopeless even when I knew I have tried my best in the seemingly futile search. Besides this myopic view point of the toddling seeker was an ingrained belief that my suffering was a trial, an eye-opener to the bitter reality of my family, friends and the world around me. I was thinking souls of light have no place in this world of unending gloom. I was feeling the pain of the mockery, the intimidation and slaps of evil to blot out the light which scriptures said will be kept awake despite all odds. This is the burden of the soul. We sleep with it and wake with it. The manner with which we are able to keep going, resisting the negative and demoralizing power is amazing. This can’t be from our wit or wisdom for what is mortal wisdom and wit to the killer-squad of Devil who operate in speed faster than imagination – far beyond the level of the mind. Our strength lies somewhere else; call it God, the Source or the Network Provider and Sustainer, ever living, ever merciful.

ASLEEP
I was with an intimate friend who was about traveling to some place far away. He asked me to pray for him. Something began choking my throat as I begin to pray but I pressed on until I gained my voice. I prayed thus: “As you are about traveling far away, I beseech God to protect you from the evil that reigns there and strengthen you with the good that’s waiting. This prayer is answered!” I said standing up. “Yes your prayer is answered!” My friend excitedly said and I awoke.



Edited by Danjummai 11/22/2006 9:36 AM
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Danjummai
Posted 11/22/2006 10:47 AM (#1200 - in reply to #703)
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TRIAL
20-5-05
INSIGHT
I was having problem with my wife. My wife is very different and difficult person with variety of negative interests. I knew this even before we hastily got married in 2001. Our marriage was borne out of sympathy. I was thinking my support would help her see the light. In the one year we courted, she feigned understanding of my very small world. Immediately we were married all her hell was opened loose. She was my most bitter experience without whom I wouldn’t have known how hell taste like. She tremendously helped in the blending of my erstwhile rash mind that I am sure was full of unruly desires, anger, jealousy, pride and so on. Before I got into sleep, my wife was challenging my poverty. She knew I had no money. Our situation was such that we were feeding hand-to-mouth due to periods I usually go into seclusion and would not earn the alms patients will give. I was just out of a three-month seclusion, and our storage had gone down. Mind you, my wife was contributing nothing to the family well-being. She solely relied on me for virtually everything. It was as if she timed me. She chose no better time for divorce than this period that I was hanging between the devil and my romance with God. Divorce in the path that I was raised is the most detested act that God made permissible. As it was a rural setting, we had no need for court. If a woman wanted divorce in this kind of setting all she needs do is to make a man’s life unworkable – to piss him up to see the writing on the wall. If he’s lucky he takes wind and if he’s not he contains and carries her along. This night my wife really pissed me up. Her vituperation was something I was wondering whether any manner of soul-blending exercise could erase. I slept through her hell that night, containing and carrying as always.

ASLEEP
I was in my working room with an intimate friend. I was telling him about the fire in my wife. “She is been disturbed by the negative force,” I was saying. He sat up in astonishment. “What did you say?” He asked. I said, “She is possessed.” He came up to where I was laying and pressed his ear to my heart. Just then two handsome kids came into the room and seeing the dramatic way my friend was tending to me, motioned to go back. I called them back. “What brings you,” I asked. “We are Servants-of-God. He sent us to tell you that He is on his way to meet you,” the wisest among hem said and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 11/22/2006 12:12 PM (#1201 - in reply to #703)
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VAMPIRES
20-5-05
A friend and I were at a graveyard. I was watching a population that comprised of mostly women seated and some doing different chores. There were some we passed standing in queue. I watched a peculiar woman seated in water filled bath-tube and holding a piece of ice in her hand. We were headed toward land of the living. I saw a bunch of finished blue pens. I picked one and tried to write with it on my palm. I was able to write pen and the ink finished. “Whose pen is it?” I asked my friend. “It is Joseph’s, my friend said and we went into a gaming spot to play some numbers. We soon came out and walked along a road we found to be crowded with people waiting for mobility. We passed on and at a spot in the bushes we saw a convoy of government vehicles chasing a car that was heading towards us. There was a little commotion as they neared. “Stop him! He is a thief!” The officers in the black wagons shouted. We followed the race in the spirit and soon we were onto the allegedly stolen vehicle. I was watching its frantic driver and thinking. ‘How do we know this guy is a thief and why should we follow order that we do not know its source,’ I asked myself and disengaged at a location more desolate that the first. The pursuant was soon onto us followed by the mob. It occurred to me that we were about being trapped. And so it was that we were surrounded. We watched them came out of their cars and began drawing long bat-like-teeth and nails. The mood was changed into that of fear. They first attacked my friend who was most vulnerable. I quickly came to his aid. I swallowed him into me and flew away in magnificent speed. I dropped my friend to safety and headed to ABU Congo Campus for refuge. There was a service being conducted in the campus chapel. I hastened towards the dome of God to be lost from the beasts on my trail. I was a few steps to the door when a woman appeared beside me with her full blown teeth and nails. She was onto me before I knew it and caught my thumb which she slit with her nail. I was painlessly wounded. A different kind of blood began oozing from my thumb. The woman attacked again but I was able to break her two arms. I dragged her into a car and tied her there. As I turned to proceed, I saw more assailants coming my way. The speed of this batch was faster. I was caught and dragged into the chapel which unknown to me was their den. I was put in an air-tight glass room in front of everyone. They all closed their eyes and began chanting some magical words which began shaking and throwing me from wall to wall. I was neither afraid nor hurt by this exercise, and this not meaning that I was comfortable. “Stop it! Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?” I screamed. Their leader in black suit appeared behind me in the glass box. At first I thought he was there to help me break free but later I realized that he was there to watch me die. The suffocation in the glass box was immense. My knees bucked and I was kneeling down and begging them to stop. The leader walked circling me unaffected by the lack of air in the box. As my body kept bowing and sucking the life out of me, I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 12/4/2006 8:55 AM (#1222 - in reply to #703)
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BLACK BAT
27-5-05

INSIGHT
I went out with some friends in the night to have a shave. I hanged out with them for a while before coming back home around 10:00 pm. I knocked on my wife’s door and she tarried a while before opening up. There was no sign of fear or apprehension showing on her face but she pointed to an object somewhere in the room and feigned that she was afraid of it. “What is it?” I queried, but she did not answer, pretending that she was afraid. I went ahead and checked it out. I found it was a live small bat clung to our settee. “How did it come here, I am sure I have locked the doors and windows?” She said. “If you that is in the room didn’t know who could?” I said to her. I caught the small black thing and opened its mouth to see the combination of its pecular teeth. "See here, this is its blood-sucking pair of teeth," I said jokingly to my wife. When I drew near to show her, she drew back in genuine fear. I went out into the compound where I addressed it thus: “If you are an innocent bird that came missing its way through the night, I bring you out to find your way. If you are not what you seem, I say to you that you have no place here. I command you to go back to your evil ones and do the same that you were sent. Never return! But should you be forced to, you will leave me no option but to extinct you. I leave you alive now to take this message across.” I threw it up into the darkness of the night and it went away as it came.

ASLEEP: I visited the head-mistress of an all-female school. The Madam was preparing the girl’s meal in the dinning room. She communicated with me inwardly. The impression was that I usually pay visit to this school to strengthen the girls from attacks of their wayward desires of the period of seclusion. It was a very big school. I went with some girls and their kid-aids along one of the farthest corners of the school. I passed through a gate and was locked out by a jealous guard who began to rain curses on me. A teacher who knew me watched the scenario from a distant class he was teaching. He tried to caution the guard but the jealous man did not listen. The next thin that I knew was that we were in room and I was beating the head of a man with a big stick. Soon the place was crowded and the entire people that gathered took over the beating until the man was grounded. I saw his dead body being moved out and the house set ablaze. I recognized the youth. His family has a house was westward from where I live. When the house was completely burnt, the youth’s dead body was dumped in font of the family house and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 12/6/2006 9:10 AM (#1223 - in reply to #703)
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MEXICAN PRINCE
25-4-05
There was a Mexican prince hunting atop horse. He was chasing something like a rabbit. There were also dogs with him in the hunt. He aimed his arrow at the small animal but because of the speed of the horse, speed of the rabbit and obstacles in the wild he fired and missed. The spot joyfully ran into safety. I turned into the man. I drew out another arrow, placed it in the bow and aimed at a cluster of ducks that were flying above. I shot the first arrow and it nearly hit one. I shot another, aiming at a point way ahead of the spot that the spot will by itself come into the arrow but again the speed did not match. The arrow was faster than the speed of the aimed duck and I missed. The arrow’s speed finished and it nosed down. Time was up. The fauna manager halted my games for the records. I will have to pay for another round. I met the manager in his office to settle the account. “You are here counting your money and I am out there loosing,” I said and brought out a bundle and placed it on the counter. “This is my last day on the job. I am leaving to my country,” the old man said. “Where will that be?” I queried. “THAWAI,” he said and brought out a map. “It is somewhere here,” he said pointing to an island. I gave him his money and bid him farewell. I came out and gave one of his boys a tip. He turned it back saying, “I do not take what is of my master’s. I passed on. I was to take golden-kid to his distant relatives. We reached the place in no time. As we passed by some women, one of them said “How dare they bring the kid this naked! Oh it’s shameful”, she said. The kid was allowed a few minutes with his family. They took him in alone and soon returned him to me to be taken home. The kid looked somewhat dizzy as he walked towards me followed by town people who converged for the moment. “There he comes, the gifted child!” some old people near me exclaimed. I picked the child who turned into liquid gold which melted into me. I was now the child and was walking with three others. We came upon a house which was uninhibited for long. The old man among us unlocked the gate and we went into the house which changed into a bar full of life. “Ah, it’s Alhaji himself!” people began to say as we looked for a place to sit. The mood was a merry making one. People sat in pairs eating drinking and expressing their love. “You told us it's empty,” I said to the elder. “Did I? I thought it was you who assumed it was empty," the elder said smiling and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 12/9/2006 8:33 AM (#1225 - in reply to #703)
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NOT THE MARRY I KNOW
I was in the house of an elderly late family friend who raised me. It was night and I was seated with her in her room. It was an extraordinary night. I was surprisingly afraid of something lurking in the night. I was not comfortable. I dislike being afraid and so came out to go face the night. As I was about coming out, Marry my sister bumped into me from outside with mosquito coils in her hand. The strange way we stood facing each other sent a chill running down my spine. I realized I was terrified. This was not the Marry that I knew. She was something else. I began hearing an eerie sound and the barking of dogs coming towards us from the distance. I began seeing their gory images, black large dog breeds. She was calling them to come get me. I had to run away but to where? The dark beasts had surrounded our entire enclave and they keep coming from all directions. I must have to check out, at least from the dream, I thought an awoke.
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Posted 12/9/2006 8:46 AM (#1226 - in reply to #703)
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BURDEN OF THE SPIRITS
29-5-05
I was in the house of my late elderly family friend. I me her seated in the compound with her husband who was also late. The impression was that she was possessed. She sat without motion. I sat with her husband and we began to chat. "So you've lived with this burden of the spirits?" I said. "Ah, me? Yes, but I was emancipated a year ago. Though not without the heart-rendering series of emancipatory fasting and supplication in seclusion. There were times that I had to fast for up to one month and sometimes four without break," he said and I awoke
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Posted 12/22/2006 4:33 AM (#1271 - in reply to #703)
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EARTHQUAKE

10-11-91

There was an earthquake and we were thrown beneath earth where appeared rivers and fishermen. We were living in fear of death which could be sparked by anything there. Then came a youth with a plan to escape to the outside world. He asked me to accompany him. I weighed our chances of escape and later gave in. We set out in the most terrifying of times. Where we were was like a pit in the most volatile core of the earth. We began to climb a very complicated ladder and our only way out. We laboriously inched on until we reached an ancient-looking door which slit open at our arrival. I quickly stepped in but before my partner moved in the door closed. I heard him crying from outside. The door will not open for the next one thousand years. He cried bitterly while I stood alone in his sympathy. It was like a lift that I was in, carpeted with large animal skin. I was filled with a different fear. Supplication came to mind and soon the passage began shaking and moving in a fleeting motion. I was raised up, my vision enlarged. I had glimpses of various habitats with passing trees. Then of peoples, of all colors. My mind lingered on a Chinese populated region before the flight came to stop in a cave I had the impression was in Niger. The door opened and I was before a King praying with his people with closed eyes. When they opened their eyes they saw me. The King asked me to pray for them and I began: “In the name of Allah the beneficent the merciful. Praise is to Allah the cherisher and sustainer of the worlds. Master of the Day of Judgment. Thee do we worship and thine aid we seek. Show us the straight way. The way of those on whom thou hast bestowed thy grace. Not those whose portion is thy wrath and those who go astray.”

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Posted 12/22/2006 4:36 AM (#1272 - in reply to #703)
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THE SERPENT AND THE SHEEP

21-8-91

I saw a heard of sheep roaming restlessly. The environment they were grazing was extremely harsh to them and their shepherd. The shepherd was pushed to the brink. It was for this that he had pushed the flock right in the end of the wilderness where he assumed all will be well , away from people and their hostile environment, but only to find that there was nothing there to feed on. The flock and their shepherd were very hungry. It was their days of starvation, when the flock couldn’t move and the shepherd couldn’t do any good and turned into a serpent. The serpent slithered away from it’s flock and smashed it’s head on a rock and died in apprehension. The flock had seen their master die and was furious. One turned into a human being and gave their master a befitting burial. The flock after laying their master to rest vowed to take revenge on mortals who had pushed them to the brink. I saw them turned into human beings and were headed into towns and cities of the world for their revenge. They had knives, grenades and bombs. I awoke.

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Posted 12/22/2006 5:08 AM (#1273 - in reply to #703)
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QUEEN OF SHEBA

15-3-92

I was in a green marshland. I was in the middle of a thick and tall kind of grass. I had the feeling I will find my way home but was afraid to venture. At last I made up my mind to come home and I pushed through the thicket and thereafter found myself sleeping on my mother’s bed. There were three us on the bed. Me, my younger sister and my mother. I was surprised at this coincidence in my adolescent age. I was awakened from sleep by our neighbor and I quickly went to my room before the rest will awake to find the shameful thing that I had done. In my room I found Bilkis, Queen of Sheba discussing with her friend. The discussion was pictorial. There was an advert on  TV of marriage of the queen’s friend. The advert was said to have been sponsored by the queen herself but the queen told me otherwise. We watched the trial of a murder case. A woman was found guilty of killing her husband and was sentenced to death then on the other hand we saw reality of the situation. We saw that the wife did not kill her husband. He was murdered by his colleagues who worked with an oil company. They silenced him for a deal that he could reveal. I watched their faces which were white. Then I was with the queen, seated with crossed legs with her friend Ladi. I left them and went into my mother’s room for I was hungry. I wore a pair of blue jeans. At a distance, I heard the queen disclosing to her friend about our married life. I awoke.

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Posted 12/24/2006 1:02 PM (#1276 - in reply to #703)
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HOLY SPIRIT

14-5-05

It was dusk. I came out with a friend to Unguwar Shanu Old market where a motorbike awaited us. I took the bike and asked my friend to climb behind before some contenders would beat us in the race that we were about to join. My friend climbed the machine and I roared away to the convenience of Lawal and his friends who wanted us away from there. “Lawal now has proof to say their master has joined in with the Shiites,” my friend said. “I heard that wife of the Shiite leader had given birth. Was the child a male or female?” I asked my friend and he said, “It is a male.” We rode in silence. I took the route towards Unguwar Rimi and soon we were at the GOC roundabout, then we took towards the Rimi market and at the market we were lost. We went from house to house looking for a way out. We were into the compound an Islamic scholar whom we found working in his workroom. The scholar called us in. The room was full of books and art works. We met him painting a cluster of Arabic calligraphy on his canvas. Tea was brought us and when we began to drink the sheikh asked my friend: “What is you name?” “Abdulazeez,” my friend answered and the sheikh brought out a fresh sheet, placed on his canvas and began a fresh painting based on the name of my friend. He worked for a long while before at last he set the painting aside and turned his attention to me. “What is your name?” “Ahmad,” I said and he turned to his canvas, removed my friend’s paper, replaced it with a fresh sheet and began to draw. Soon the painting began making color. The manner the sheikh was making the Arabic words derived from names was fascinating. He kept working from sheet to sheet as if trying to arrive at something based on my name. When at last he sighed and put down his brush I thought he had arrived at whatever he only knew what he was doing but alas, I was wrong. He buried his face again in the last portion of his painting and the look therein was not that of accomplishment but that of bewilderment. After a considerable period of concentration, the sheikh stood up and went to his encyclopedia and began looking up something. “This is serious. What is he doing?” I asked my friend who remained silent, seemingly carried away himself by the sheikh’s work. He came back to his canvas with the voluminous compendium and began comparing his drawing with a symbol in the book. After a moment of examination, his face lit up. He set his finger on this Arabic word: “RUHULLAH.” The colorful painting was then legible to us. We together saw the reason for the painter’s long period of research. He pointed to us the place where he made mistake in his painting, “RUHU,” he wrote, omitting “ALLAH.” He corrected his painting and sat back in silence. It was as if his earlier doubt was beginning to creep back into his mind which we watched in the mood on his face. He brought out a logbook to write his finding. “How old was Isa (Jesus) when he was ascended?” He outside-mindedly asked and wrote “34” in the logbook. “Where was Isa descended?” He further asked and before he could enter the place in the logbook he slumped down dead. Whatever this guy had found out was too much for him I thought. My friend took hold of my hand to lead me out of the room but I refused to go out. I had a different feeling. I began having the impression of the meaning of the whole exercise, which was conducted, based on my name. So does it mean I am Jesus? I began thinking. If this were so then I have the power to bring back the sheikh from death. My friend stood afar watching me in mature silence. I found a light walking stick in my hand. I pointed the stick to the head of the sheikh and recited this portion of the Qur’an: “His affair is such that if He desires a thing He says unto it be and it becomes!” Something eased out of me and to my surprise the sheikh stood up and went back to his work. I looked round and found the entire landscape was anew. The scattered sheets of paintings and books in the room were orderly arranged. The canvas on which was my painting was bare. The sheikh drew a fresh sheet to begin a new work. He went about his work, taking no notice of our presence. It looked as if we had intruded into his privacy. This is strange. I began doubting whether I really woke this man from death or that he had been alive all along. My friend came close to me. We stood on the path of the sheikh and when he was back from his book shelve which was at the end of the room we were able to look directly into his eyes and they showed no recognition whatsoever. His gaze was cold and he went by seemingly irritated by our presence. “It’s Time to go,” my friend softly said. I opened the door this time without hesitation and he followed me out. My mind was loaded. I did not know what to think and to compound my burden we came by a beautiful woman in the compound who wrote something on one of her laps and drew my attention to it without speech. She wrote and wiped her writing three times before my hand grabbed the green knob of the outer door and as we set feet into the streets I awoke.

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Posted 1/6/2007 10:29 PM (#1324 - in reply to #703)
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I to keep a dream journal. I find that keeping track of my dreams however mundane helps me to be more aware of them. although my dreams are "involved" I find that I rarely write nearly as much as you have been in this area. some of the dreams you have seem to be quite vivid and involved. I feel as though something has been blocking me in this area. would you have any advice on moving past such a obstacle?
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Posted 1/7/2007 11:26 AM (#1329 - in reply to #703)
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WAR SITUATION

14-9-05

I was in-house. It was time for the afternoon prayer. I came to pray with my neighbor and found him praying amidst youths who each prayed his own. I also prayed alone and went back home. We met again with my neighbor at the shop of a radio repairer. I was closing the casing of a radio I repaired and he was to take a fine stereo he brought for repair. My niece was with him and there was an air of animosity between us. The neighbor pompously praised his new stereo and slighted my radio calling it outmoded. He was trying to annoy me. My wife appeared and he switched to her. He was instigating her to leave me. “You will die in poverty with this guy.” She said nothing and I was not angered. Seeing this his loyalists began to abuse my parents openly and when I did not react the scenario changed. I was traveling a dusty path. We walked through the dry land with a friend. It was a land bedeviled by drought. We passed dams and rivers that were dry. As we went by we came upon a fertile land where the rivers were flowing with water. We came upon a large reservoir where the water flooded and came rushing towards us. My friend suggested we jump into a nearby muddy depth. When I hesitated, my friend jumped and was swallowed by the depth. I walked alone. The flood did not reach me. I came upon Khalil amidst his followers. When I was about to pass Khalil challenged my religious knowledge. “What do you know about jurisprudence? How many books have you read?” He asked. “I have read virtually all the popular books in our school of thought except Mukhtasar. On the side of Hadith I have read many. I am a philosopher.” I said. “What about language. How fluent are you in Arabic?” He asked. “I can read and write,” I said. “You can read and write but can’t speak?!” “I am not as fluent in Arabic as I am in English language and I am not lying because I do not lie.” I said.” And who says so?” He queried. “Yes it’s true. He does not lie,” a student said. “So he does not lie, but let me tell you the story of an Arab broadcaster who had left an issue of great controversy after his death. In his wake the Arab luminary said: ‘I indeed am dead.’ This saying holds water even now and since you do not lie explain to us what the broadcaster meant. I will give you a hint,” he said and wrote in Arabic on the ground: “Say it’s God.” “I think the man had spoken in sincerity,” I said. “Correct! He spoke with Sincerity,” he said and the landscape changed. The muddy earth opened up its mouth to swallow us. I began to recite: “God, there’s none but He; the Living; the Sustainer; He does not tire nor does sleep overtakes Him…” The charging earth gave way and we were restored back to safety. I saw my junior sister calling: “Where are you?” “I am here I shouted to her. I saw a light pulling my sister through thick specs of dust. Soon she was delivered and she caught up with me. We walked towards the camp three of us with our demised father who narrated to us how he was also swallowed by the same earth. “It is a war situation and you are its survivors,” he said and I awoke.

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Posted 1/7/2007 12:04 PM (#1330 - in reply to #703)
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I AM HE

4-3-06

I  was with the second at home. “How about prayer. Do you perform regularly?” He asked. The first was in the room and patiently awaiting my response. I was annoyed with the second for subjecting me to this matter of the innermost mind but since everyone listened in I responded thus: “Which prayer? Who do you think prayer is rendered to? I stopped praying when I realized that in Me is the He that is sought.” I felt good after this response. The first and the second were also relieved hearing me. I had a mini radio receiver in my hand. The first happily collected the radio from me and to my surprise switched it on to speak audibly. For the long while I was having this radio I knew it to have worked with headphone but there it was blaring through an inbuilt speaker. I held my gaze on the button that the first had touched to make it speak while we listened to world news. He gave me back the radio and I left the room to take a bath with a bucket of water and soap in hand. I awoke.
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Posted 1/20/2007 8:24 AM (#1406 - in reply to #703)
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SEALED MAIL

17-3-06

I received a mail which was sealed in a white envelope. The letter was addressed to a female. I was given the letter when I was departing from a hotel. It was given to me by a young lady on the counter. I left walking from the reception and heading out. I had taken a few strides from the counter when I noticed the beautiful young lady that gave me the letter at my trail. She asked me without saying, to give back the letter she gave to me, there was a mistake. The mistake was that I a male had collected the letter of someone who was a female. I laughed for their ignorance in understanding ghost-names. Soon the hotel personnel and security that included army top brass crowded me. I was whisked into a lifter to the top floor for questioning. I was to confess before an elderly chief and his deputy. I said: “There is nothing to say. It was a misunderstanding. The young lady misunderstood a matter which is the art of our trade. Is this not the FBI?” I asked. The whole congregation gave a standing ovation. The scenario changed into a cocktail. The Chief stood up and formally introduced me, calling my real name and the gathering clapped.

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Posted 1/20/2007 8:30 AM (#1407 - in reply to #703)
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TELEP-STRESS-RELIEVER
26-3-06
I was into the shrine of the Igbos. The Priest there was in the midst of summoning the spirits. There was a whirlwind and fear began creeping into the faces of the people in the compound. It was the presence of a higher spirit. The Priest went round the crowd as if checking where the spirit was descended. The wind kept blowing and the fear within people increased. The priest stood by me, his face pale with fear. The whirlwind in the compound dragged me into a neighboring compound where I met a Christian mass in session. I met the Priest speaking in tongues. He staggered and dragged himself towards me. “Here is the CIA and FBI combined! This is the one who has the scripture; the written scripture; the Living God!” He said and prostrated before me. I was seated on a peculiar white stool. Before the Priest spoke again I left the place and found myself in a spiritual drugs store. I was looking around when a youth came in smoking cigarette. He was searching for Telepathy-Stress-Tablet. He went about the shop wary of the cigar in his hand. “Feel free to smoke your cigarette. Smoking is no doubt a great nuisance to the magnetic forces of the brain but all of us that you see here are smokers one way or the other,” the shop owner said. I felt relieved. I found myself to be the youth. I took the telep-stress-tab off the counter and awoke.

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Posted 1/22/2007 9:02 AM (#1412 - in reply to #703)
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THE QUEEN

19-7-06

I visited a friend. He wore an embroidered gown and asked me to come with him to witness an occasion. It was gargantuan rally. Two small planes were covering the air space. We sat in small groups playing cards. I was playing with the presidential candidate  of one of the Leading Parties of Nigeria who said to me thus: “The Queen and Mother are mine.” I shuffled the cards and served him. He found fault with my first serve. I served again and to my amazement found in my hand the Queen. Before we could begin any engagement we heard the call to prayer. The Presidential aspirant seized the opportunity to decline dropping his hand which had nothing spectacular. He went westward with his entourage and I went eastward, passing through a ghetto, for home. I awoke.

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Posted 2/1/2007 3:59 PM (#1460 - in reply to #703)
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IN AFRICA TO LEARN

16-11-2001

I was watching a friend dancing to the music of Michael Jackson. I passed Joseph along the way. I then was driving a black Mecedes-190. I parked at a shopping mall and bought a few things. I came back to the car and found its side mirror was smeared with mud. I met a foreigner who told me he lived most of his life abroad. “I came to Africa to learn and mend my ways,” he said. He became my intimate friend. Then later I was told that my intimate friend has gone back to his land and former ways. I saw him in the distance talking to two girls that looked alike. The two look-alikes left him later and came my way. One of them said, “He is a liar! He hasn’t changed.” I went past them into our apartment. Later the friend came back and began defending himself. “One of the girls you saw me with in the afternoon was my fiancée. She called me a liar for fear that I might disappoint her,” he said. “Well, if it is destined that you will be her husband so shall it be,” I said and awoke.

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Posted 2/1/2007 4:05 PM (#1461 - in reply to #703)
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THE SUFI ORDER
14-11-2001
I was in the midst of business men. All their talks were about money. I went away to meet with an elder in his hotel suit. I found him talking to his female aid. When he gave me audience, I went straight to my problem: “Sir, I came concerning the programme that we agreed to begin. I want to know whether you are still interested or not.”  “Of course, I am interested. Everything will go as planned,” he said.  “I ask because I want to be certain. You know I hate dependence and indolence. Inactivity weakens my mental and physical potentiality. It makes me doubt to the extent that I sometimes hide in meditation and seclusion among the Sufis (mystics).” “Do you still want to remain like that?” He asked. “No! I work to break free from the problem of the world, I think the surest way of conquering problem is by taking everything as it comes but not by being one-sided, ending up in a futile battle against the reality that one seeks to learn from.” We came before a slippery mud. We and a hoard of others were to cross this slippery mud to the other side. It was like a race. All of us set into motion at the same time. Everyone at their paces. It was not a speed race. I also noticed that only I and the elder were in progress. The rest were in walking motion but stuck swinging their legs at one place. We went up the hill and down the other side and I awoke.

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Posted 2/1/2007 4:07 PM (#1462 - in reply to #703)
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FATIMA
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“God, open my eyes to see how to correctly use the Fatiha code,” I supplicated before sleep. A voice said in my sleep: “Fatima will explain everything to you” and I awoke.

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Posted 2/7/2007 10:40 AM (#1484 - in reply to #703)
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IMAM KHOMEINI

13-7-2001

I was at a friend’s house. I met that the house was full. There was couple I did not know. Although the young lady was with her guy she was in love with someone far. She just received an email from her lover who lived abroad. She was in the middle of having to make her choice between her two male friends. She was confused. She loved someone that is far away and was stuck with someone whose friendship she enjoyed. “You’ve got to be cautious,” I chirped in before I parted with a kite in hand. My kite was a colorful kite that was made out of the picture of the late Shi’ite cleric, Imam Khomeini. I flew the kite so high in the sky until it suddenly began to loose altitude and nearly got stuck on top of a mango tree. But when I tugged and fed it the line, it quickly soured high again. I was near my destination when appeared two kids younger than me. One of the kids had a catapult. I watched him took aim at my kite and pierces it with a stone. The kite instantly tore and came diving down. When it fell by my feet, I traced the kids who had run away and cornered them. I found that the one that shot it was quite unaware of the result of his action. He was just playing and shot my kite down. I found him saddened by the outcome of his action. I myself had no intention of doing anything to him for I was not angry. I thought him innocent and went my way. I took the torn kite with me and went into the house of Ali. I saw Omar supervising the construction of his house. The men at the construction sight stopped work when I came passing with the torn picture of Imam Khomeini. “Whose picture is this?” One of them asked me as I came. I did not reply. He collected the kite and unfolded it, by them all the others had gathered to quench their curiosity. “It is Imam Khomeini!” He said aloud. I collected my picture and went away. I heard them singing this song:

It is Imam Khomeini! It is Imam Khomeini! Three hundred is number of the Vanguard of Mahdi (Messiah) From the Forty in the House One is missing! It is Imam Khomeini! It is Imam Khomeini…”

I went into the kitchen looking for a match to burn my torn picture. I found a stove burning. I fuelled the fire on the stove with the rubber beads of my counting-beads and when everything had melted and burnt, I took the ashes and dumped in a dustbin. I turned off the stove and went out to wash my hands with water. Having finished, I went past Ali’s room as if to find him there standing. I watched the curtains ambling in the lonely breeze. I passed away in difficulty, filled with the sensational urge to call him out and watch him coming to embrace me. I awoke.



Edited by Danjummai 2/7/2007 10:45 AM
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