Special Greetings to you my friend, Sir Paul and All, always with you - just buried a Mother, 21st of this blesseth month. Seven days of systemic failure. Three days of total outage, (comma-like) but she went in peace. My Mother, Aisha, had 77-or-so solid years of reigning. I am now a complete orphan.

Bless Her Soul!

Thanks guys for the condolence. I know you know there's nothing to be sorry, mourn or grieve about. She juts got back to me on her third day of departure to show all is well. My late-mum made me laugh when she still thinks that one of her grandsons is still mean in a sense. The teenager and my mum were at logger head before her death.

Blessings!

04-30-09 I awoke seeing Red and Yellow light bulbs at the eastern section of my room.

The Law 05-01-09

I watched movement of a president with his heavy security. Armed soldiers were throwing out a crowd to make room at the president’s residence. I watched someone gave the president a note on which was written: “By The Law.” The president smiled and said thus: “I am the Law.” I awoke.

sooooo...scientifiq...Marty,

Thanks!

22 1946

Sorry Friends, escaped my little mind to have to promptly respond, truly exploratory Marty and Paul but nothing is really wrong, or so I think. Moreover what could be wrong in a past that we are here to correct?

Peace!

Marty, I was so intoxicated, had to wait for my head to clear. Not a good drinker physically, since when we used to knock out bottles in 'teens' to prove ourselves. Got washed out in adulthood and sobered out. In Nigeria there is the local brew too called Burkutu, Pito or the local gin Ogogoro. You are welcome to Nigeria friends!

Oh, come on now Marty Kiddo! Booze is booze whether larger or largesse, whether Tusks, burkutu, beer or jin, whether in Zikr, Prayer or Hymn - I don't know how many of us touch the stronger and most costlier spirits in gin – we do not want to be alcoholics right?  Well, left to me all intoxicants seem to serve the same purpose which is to set one in the desired frame of mind. Good to learn that you won a lottery bro, we’ll come to merry with you. Get so many crates of your favorite Tusker handy. To win a lottery is something more than boozing Marty Dear, it is 'Mother Luck!'

FATIMAH’S BIRTH DAY 24-6-09

I walked with Ali in a familiar terrain. We came upon Adam seated on a bench in a desolate park. By his left was his friend, a monk with counting bead in hand. I squinted by his right and placed my hand in his soft palm while Ali remained standing. “Thank You,” I said in greeting and he replied thus: “Thank you so much. I have this female spirit which told me that what you are witnessing is the Birth Day of Fatimah, daughter of Muhammad, from Seven (Rajab) to Eight (Sha’aban) so it should be celebrated. He presented to me a silver flash disc. “It takes three days to open,” he said and I awoke.

08-10-09 Beware of Love For Money

I was in a library looking for a poetry book. The librarian was busy chatting with some American visitors. I spoke to her thus: “I am locking for a poetry book to borrow.” “Sure, there are some over there that might interest you,” She said and went with me to a distant shelf. I searched while she stood watching. I came across a title embossed in gold. The title reads:” Beware of Love for Money.” “Are you writing your thesis?” She asked. “Yes, I am in a way,” I found myself saying. “Where did you graduate?” I asked her. “I graduated from Bayero University Kano,” She said. “Then you must have tasted the pomposity of Kano city,” I said “What about you?” She asked. “I am online student of psychology,” I answered. “When did you graduate?” She asked. ”Many years ago, I am currently working on a poetry book and there seem to be problem.” “What Problem?” She asked. “You are to direct problems and not be entangled in them,” She said. “Of course, this is what I have been trying to do,” “Then you may want to borrow the book in your hand,” she said. “Wow, I am honored. Now I can borrow from this great library after many years of membership.” I said and awoke.