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DIVINATION WITHOUT DEFINITION

by Samuel Okon Judah

Sometime in 2016, I was doubling as a record label executive and a marketing campaign manager for an internet and technology-based company, and I was in my mid-20s, young, ambitious, and hungry for success, growth, and advancement in life and my career. Amidst all of this, I never took away the letter G O D from all of my pursuits.

I was the youngest in the top-tier category of the team. Everyone else was either way older, a family wo/man, or one who had advanced in both age and educational qualifications. As such, I was always opting to run all the errands for the team and individuals alike, and of course, the tips I would get and the leftover change that would never be needed was enough motivation to keep me active in that lane. Those tips helped me stay afloat and also saved me from using my salary and other payments to service the needs of my relationship, which was long distance at the time given the fact that my partner whom I was so committed to was far away in the U. S. I was eagerly looking forward to settling down and building a future. As such, the part I had to play in servicing the relationship and keeping it alive was un-negotiable. So, the amount of money spent on airtime and internet data alone to keep our round-the-clock conversations going would've been bad on my income if I were too proud to run errands for extra funds.

On one of those days running errands, we were on some sort of business vacation on the mainland of Lagos, a kind of vacation that was meant to help and inspire us toward the next big project we were handling, and I was saddled with the responsibility of designing the entire marketing campaign, its production and as well ensuring it reaches all nooks and crannies of the nation, as well as being the one to create sub-teams in Abuja, for the north central, Enugu for the East, and Akwa Ibom State for the South.

The errand was to buy a choice dinner for everyone at The Place Restaurant and then stop by Domino's Pizza to grab their largest-sized pizza for us to snack on later at midnight when we would be up and about our work. But then, the foodie in me had me secure an extra meal for the said midnight hours too as it was obvious feeding well is all I need to stay inspired and active on my job, and if I must deliver well in my designated job, I must not be stingy with myself when it comes to feeding not just my stomach, but my brain too. I'm sure someone now understands why there'd been a serious attack on my finances and my career opportunities which amongst other things targeted to ensuring I was barely affording to feed well enough to be productive in the last few years.

During the few minutes I stopped by one of my favorite fresh food spot in Ikeja to grab my midnight brain-boosting meal, I felt a firm and rough hand which immediately sent a signal to my brain and my brain returned a result that suggested it was likely a hand of an elderly fellow, which it was. It was dark, and there was this drinking spot beside the young man's hut, which had a good number of people gulping in several tots of drinks and puffing into the air smoke from their c!garettes

The man who admitted he was around his 80s at the time had a tot of drink in his hands, and I remember when he started by giving me forehand information to not despise him or take his words for that of a drunk, and that 'his father in heaven' had given him a message for me the moment he sighted me at the food hub, and he will not have a good time sleeping well knowing he refuses to share with me that which he had received. Really? What could this message be? I wondered, given the fact that I dislike everything that appears as prophesies in it entirety due to the level of falsehood and deceit that's been rampant lately, a situation that has seen the emergence of numerous false prophets who have been instrumental in destroying destinies. I didn't want to be one. But how can he be a prophet with a local concussion drink and c!garettes in his hand?

I was on an active phone call all along, so I had to disengage and give the man my unwavering attention. He said a lot of things, and YES, all he said was true. He went ahead to tell me about the future and all that was coming, again, they all came to pass. He left me with instructions on what was demanded of me to scale the phases I was approaching. Factually, neglecting one of his admonishes over the past years, to date has continuously left me drained in a cycle I am now finding hard to escape. I offered to pay for what he was having but he denied me the privilege to do that, and in his words, he said he did not want it to seem as though he said all of that to entice me to buy him a drink. I insisted and won the bid. That was the first and the last time my eyes saw the man and my ears heard his words. To this date, his words live fresh, as I am still living in the reality of all he had warned me against.

Was he the kind of prophet who is rather with alc0hol than with a bible? Maybe, but if you think he was one of those who use some voodoo powers and divination, then I'll be in your fave to say NO, he wasn't. But does that mean we do not have a lot of false kinds everywhere? Of course, we do, and as you're reading this, a life is being ruined and destroyed somewhere as a result of the acts of false proclamation.

These days, it has gotten as worse as many compete to possess the same powers as God, to see the end from the beginning. They use sorcery and divination to see into the future. They can choose to see into the day, week, and month, and others use the same medium to manipulate the realities of others. The worst of them are the ones who have used their false powers to silence the actual truth prophets. These kinds of desire to be like God. They are masters of deceptions and falsehood. They have destroyed lives, careers, and families, name it, using false utterances.

Please don't get me wrong, there are ones who are genuine, but there are a few of them, and if you have the spirit of discernment, you will be able to decipher them. It only saddens me that a few crooked ones in the body of Christ and churches had almost had me losing trust for the few other genuine ones in the same body of Christ and the church.

In the end, I have met people from both ends, and I am not ignorant about the devices, too. I am only worried that we are faced with a situation I'll term 'DIVINATION WITHOUT DEFINITION'. And when and where this is your reality, remember I once met one, whom I almost mistook to be false, but ended up being true. Hence, JUDGE NOT, so you do not mistake that which is false to be true because they look as such.
..to be continued!

FOR PEACE SAKE; That's enough.

They say "If everyone loves you, then you have a problem", but I'd like to make the reverse of that phrase thus "If everyone hates you, then there's a bigger problem".

And 'NO', I am not disputing the fact that there's something known as organized crime, which I have seen firsthand how a certain group of people, or sometimes an entire community, can form an alliance and a strong bond to hate on a person and pull him or her down. I am talking about a crime against a person whereby family, friends, and community get actively involved. They are just on a mission to have such a person pulled behind their quest for advancement, and as such, becoming human impediments who ensure all doors of progress or success for the individual are shot and never opened for their escape. Yes, I am aware of such happens.

I am also aware that such situations are usually born out of selfish interest, greed, and other forms of covetousness. It's worse when or where such a person is way more popular, and more like the peoples' person. The attack makes them feel hated, and worse enough, persons who are usually coordinated to show up and pull these strings are usually the ones who have harbored some sort of bitterness and hate for the victim. Whoever champions the organized crime knows every single individual in the life of the victim and certainly knows the ones they can call upon at all times to help them achieve their awful desires.

Remarkably, it makes it hard for lookers to understand the real truth. The boldness in their lies is such that the truth sounds like a mirage. Sadly, most of them do not hate the victim as they pretend to. They are merely trapped in situations that have turned them into benefactors who, despite not loving the game of falsehood, can not quit either.

"Everyone hates him or her" becomes the only tactic that's left on the list of criteria to drag the individual into a place of denial. Such have them denied access or favors which they are in dire need of, to aid their advancement in life, career, or pursuits. The popularity (fame) and every other factor to be considered have set this individual up for success, but the mere fact that "Everyone hates him or her" changes it all. You can't be given a platform when or where you are not loved. Who will you lead? Who will follow you? Who will benefit from your success? Who are you epp? I think that's the best question to ask.

But then, how do people take such pain in life to ensure repeating cycles year after year, all in a bid to ensure another doesn't go far in life? And if you are shown the person behind the entire organized crime, you will never believe it. They are usually the ones who show up as though they want to help the victim the most. They are usually too close to the victim to be suspected as the one behind such pull-him-down-crime.

But then, can we not end a bitter trend, if not for the sake that we are running out of time and there's something bigger that must be faced, maybe we can 'FOR PEACE SAKE'. You are not doing the person any harm as much as you think you are...

My YouTube Channel has something you'll love to see. I have recently shared an expository documentary of myself answering a few questions I believe you'd care for an answer (https://youtu.be/WwXo0NEdJTY).

Just recently, another video was added, showing how I go about making the fancy flip-flops you do see on my feet (https://youtu.be/kcvw9bwRZ70).

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As much as I am aware, that most people love entertaining false glory and false praises, I will be an exception and, as such, would love to detach myself from everything that represents falsehood in its entirety.

First, this page, as well as the other Facebook accounts tagged to this post, are owned, used, and managed by myself (personally). I do not have a social media manager or virtual assistant managing my social media accounts, talkless of using bots, or any form of artificial intelligence (AI) powered services. If you are ever in contact with anyone who makes such a claim, please do well to report the person to an appropriate authority or agency in your location and, if possible, apprehend the person.

Secondly, I would love to debunk the claims that I, Samuel Okon Judah, with my former name as Samuel Okon Udoukpeh, and my birth name as NseObong Usen Okon owns or run an NGO or a charitable organisation. I do not at the moment run an NGO or a charity organisation, nor am I a part of any, not even as a volunteer. However, I had owned and ran an NGO with the name MEX AMBASSADORS INTERNATIONAL (MAI), which transcended into what was later known as MY AFRICA INITIATIVE (MAI), which was a subsidiary of my registered company, MNL Interactive Africa. The NGO had since 2020 discontinued it functions, programmes, and activities, and that has been the case until further notice, as we were not able to finance it mandate anymore, and as such decided to pipe it down.

With that said, I will implore that no one uses my identity in creating falsehood, which involves the above stated initiative and it kind. Nor should anyone deal with any person or group of persons claiming as such. I do not recognize any, and I would not love to be dragged into an organisation I have no ties with.

Similarly, I will also wish to use this opportunity to inform the general public that I do not represent, nor work for any religious organization too, nor am I in anyway a title holder in any religious sphere or organisation. I have never been to the jewish nation of Isreal, and my AMBASSADORIAL title, as attached to my name, is not the kind that follows people who embarked on a pilgrim journey to Jerusalem

I am taking the time to elaborate carefully on all of this, as I will not love to be tagged to any fraudulent activities, and it kind that borders around all I have stated above.

I am a documentary journalist who had ventured into entrepreneurship, yet using my skills as a writer in communicating values, and as well helping weave together the needful missing recipes which will help drive development in Africa, with advocacy for better environmental policies that will help shape climate action, as well as also advocating for youth empowerment, and inclusiveness in leadership, and finally for community development too, all of these being my contributive drive towards a sustainable future for all.

I am focused on my goals and agendas, and amongst others, include the possibility that I may venture into public leadership someday and maybe aspire for an elective position someday, and in the near future, I will possibly dive into diplomacy and crisis mediation. All of these see my pursuit spanning around entrepreneurship, politics, and diplomacy.

I have never had my hands soiled in any act of fraud or any such thing, and I would not love to be dragged into any. As such, I believe this post will inform everyone adequately and help someone out there avoid being caught up in a web of falsehood that will not certainly have my name dangling on any of it lines. I may not be where I dream to be at the moment, but I will certainly not love to get there fraudulently.

To draw this communiqué to a close, I will also wish to inform everyone that the previously documented address for MNL Interactive Africa (No. 21 Akpan Udosen Street, Uyo, Akwa Ibom State, Nigeria) had since seized to be or be recognized as our address, although that is yet to be effected with the Nigerian Coporate Affairs Commision, this is because we are yet to have a new address, as we are operating remotely at the moment. Any business done with anyone at the said address, or it environs is at your own risk as neither myself nor the company will be responsible for any damages incurred. Our email ([email protected]), as well as our phone numbers (+2348151911118 and +2348115300957), remains valid and active. You can also find the same phone number as above on my page and other social media profiles to serve as an evident. I am the only one with access to the contact details above. Neither myself nor the company will bear any loss or damages should one deal with any other person or contact that is different from the ones stated above.

I value you all and wish to ensure your safety at all times. I am doing this because it is believed there may be someone out there misinforming and misleading people using either my identity or that of my business.

Stay safe, and remain blessed.

- S. O. J -

TRYING NEVER HURTS
..that's all I thought to myself when I decided to play with my cameras today and as well go creative with everything around me. Really, it didn't hurt trying. I was slowly feeling acné as I held it in the record to have never taken any pictures of myself than a selfie since I got this phone in September 2024.

How so?
I'm a loner, and I find it inconveniencing to hand someone my phone to help take me some photos, sincerely, I haven't done any of that yet, which left me wondering how to go about doing just what was in my mind, which is the result of what you've seen here. Well, there's always a way out. Allowing my phone to take the shots while I place it at a spot that would pick all angles I desire didn't hurt either.

So, here's a toast to the first full photo of myself taken from this four month old smartphone of mine. The photo credit goes to Samsung and the brand. Now I am wondering why I missed out at the event. Oh well, better days ahead...
Meanwhile, how's your day going, and how is the weekend loading at your end? If you ask me, I think it will be a long weekend here in the Ekit Itam axis of this amazing city of Uyo, Akwa Ibom State, where my feet dwell at the moment.

Wait, is this area still listed as Uyo?
Well, ndiongoke o.

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I WISH I READ YESTERDAY
.. I wish I'd read the book 'WHO MOVED MY CHEESE' by Spencer Johnson M.D. long before now, maybe yesterday, as it is obvious even as of yesterday, I had the chance to move with my cheese. But how would I have realized so much that's been as a wrecking ball had hit me whilst I only gave myself a reason to believe I was certainly doing what was not just right but needful?

If you've read the book above already, then I would love to know where you found yourself among the four characters 'Sniff, Scurry, Haw and Hem'. And if you ask me, I will say that as much as we all often want to live in denial of our realities, a lot of us will likely be as Hem and a few others as Haw. Finding the likes of Sniff and Scurry amongst the human race isn't as easy as we imagine.

I would've loved to say I saw myself in Haw, probably because I can sometimes push myself into actions and as well sought to try new things and opportunities. But then, when the space at which I realized my cheese is moved, and the point where I snap out of my vague belief that my cheese will be returned someday is reconsidered, I can unashamedly say I saw myself in Hem, who got stuck in what was too familiar and never wished to try new cheese, and as such never even realized they were other varieties of cheese out there if only he could GET UP AND MOVE.

However, the part of my reality that's not documented in this book is the moment where you realize you need to step out of Hem's character to embrace the Haw's personality but at this point, you are already exhausted and worn out, left with nothing to spur the move or motivate the action that's intended. That point where a lot about your taking action now depends on the very people you are trying as much as you can to not place as the subject of excuses as to why you're never making a move.

Conclusively, if you think your cheese should never be moved, then you'll never experience change enough to grow.

THE PLACE WHERE NATURE MEETS PEACE OF MIND

Whilst I had known the several phases of development faced by this large space of land with incredible social infrastructures, suitably designed basically for general recreational activities, I was not at the time aware it had met a completely different phase of development and revamp, maybe that's due to my absenteeism from my State of origin for a very long time which had left me thinking the place is probably fallow and not useful as the news of it closure was widely spread after the then government of the state decided that the place be closed from every form of activities.

The said place before then was typically a sublet social recreational centre but with a focus on serving the city with all sorts of bars, lounges, restaurants, and it kinds. It was a loud and rowdy place that had never run out of numbers when it came to the flocks of people who visited the place. As such, I was always left in awe as to how such activities around the place had little or no impact on the serene environment, which also housed the number one citizen of the state, a mansion which was just behind.

Well, if we must really talk about the history that surrounds this magnificent edifice, then it would be unfair to not revisit the past where the said location was once a dead-end, one which had left a few families with mere memories of their loved ones, mostly always children. This dead-end was an untamed waterway, which at some point, the dreaded erosion had eaten deeper into the major road which led to the most important complex in the city, the same vicinity which houses a few highly placed offices in the state. Not also forgetting a popular school in the city whose boundaries were separated by the sinking pit.

All of these thoughts about this place were in my head on this fateful morning when I decided to go for an early morning run. The distance at which I had embarked on this run was nothing less than six (6) kilometres. Thanks to the crispy cold morning of the said day, which was around the end of the year 2021.

I had just returned to the city where I grew up, Uyo, the capital city of Akwa Ibom State, and I wasn't missing Abuja at all as it's obvious my last five years living and working in Abuja had the best of me and it was time to rejuvenate and restrategize towards my well-articulated plan to diversify in my career niche and as well looking for better ways to bring my professional services down to my state, a plan 6 failed to actualize as I had thought, as it obvious I am yet to have a single job offer or a gig since my return in December end of 2021.

Oh well, this article isn't about my hurdles navigating and surviving life in Uyo when no miracle or breakthrough in my career happened, but rather about an edifice which I will try my best to not digress again. So, where did I stop?

Yes, the early morning run, right?
That was a routine I had brought back from Abuja, and my entire community where I'd lived in Abuja was never surprised by these routines, but I was certain the streets of Uyo were, as it was obvious they'd recognised a new face who sets out before sunrise cover long distance through a breathtaking keep-fit run.

It was about a 47-minute run from my home at the time to this other wing of the city, and the run had covered at least a distance of 7km if one was to rather go for a walk through the same paths. I made no stop until I'd arrived at the place I had in my head to stop. It was known as THE PLAYGROUND when I was last in the city, but what I met on this fateful morning left me repeating the words WOW almost unconsciously. It was yet the most beautiful sight my eyes had beheld in the City of Uyo.

Is this what PLAYGROUND looks like now? I asked myself, forgetting myself just as my eyes were both surprised at what lay before us. Are people allowed in here? I wondered when my curiosity had already seen me sloping in through the stairs carefully crafter it the entrance. At this point, I did not even realize I wasn't using the main entrance, but who cares? The well-crafted architecture of the drainage system had gotten my attention. What used to look like an erosion of no end had suddenly become a recreational park with a drainage system that significantly controls the very water that was once known to drown every and any living thing that would miss a step and slip.

I looked from where I stood and lo, there were these kids at the other end scavenging from the numerous edible trees at the other side of the park. On that side of the park, there were edible trees, from coconut to mango, shawa-shawa, and some other trees I couldn't figure out. I was eager to explore this region, but at the time, no pedestrian passage linked both ends of the park as it is today. So, for one to navigate each end of the park, one must use the main entrance and that was a pretty long Waka. Did I mind? No, So, I decided to go for it. And just when I got there, I overheard one of the kids yell in my local dialect "Bo anye yak adi greenfield ke mmoro-mba do".

Wait, what? Greenfield? Is that what this place is called now? I asked and my soliloquy was not limited to my ears as it was obvious one of the kids overheard and answered with an affirmation that the place is no longer called Playground, but rather, Greenfield, a name which truly reflected what the place was right before my eyes. A large lawn of fields which was always (ever) green, except for the dry season when a little poor maintenance saw the place go from green to brownish fields.

If you ask me, I doubt the place which is again closed down for reconstruction will meet such mismanagement again, given the fact that the current government of Akwa Ibom State have decided to convert the recreational park into a gulf course which will also serve, still, as a recreational park, and an all-purpose entertainment centre.

From that day forward, I discovered Greenfield, I found my perfect place of peace of mind away from the noise of life there. And whenever I am overwhelmed with the burdens of life, no distance is too far for me to cover, just to get to this piece of Greenland 'WHERE NATURE MEETS PEACE OF MIND', and the sounds of the water flowing through the canals would leave one with some chills that can never be explained.

Anyways, by the time the current reconstruction will be completed, the name of the place will no longer be , but now known as . If you ask me, I cannot wait to see what ARISE PARK will truly become, as it I obvious the large screen that's fixed at the entrance continuously plays out descriptive analysis as well as the prototype design of the expected end of the park isn't helping our curiosity enough as our eyes will do when it finally behold the beauty of the edifice. Until then, I will join all other well-meaning citizens of the State to keep my fingers crossed, hopefully waiting to see the day when the new phase of the park will be unveiled and commissioned for use.

However, many like myself who had found this edifice to be nothing less of a haven for anyone who wishes to escape the tugs of life are only left to wonder whether or not the infrastructure will remain accessible to the general populace of the state, as well as the numerous tourist who had found the sight and it history nothing less of a traction that will have you continuously visit until you are soaked in love with the place and can barely have enough of it beauty and its glory.

Stay glued, and look out for the continuing part of this article which I will document when in time ARISE PARK is a reality. Until then, I'll leave you with these line of words which reminds us all that "the beauty of all works of creation lies in the hands of them who can think, for it is in our thoughts that we hold in our hands the realities that we only ever imagined".

Stay Blessed...



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I LOVE IT TOO!
.. because it can be quite obvious we all can perceive what is good from miles away. That was how it felt on the 20th of January 2025, when the 45th and 47th President of the United States of America Donald J. Trump took the oath of office alongside his vice president, JD Vance, who also happens to be the 50th Vice President of the United States of America.

Just as expected, the Entrepreneur and business mogul cm President with the popular catchphrase did not disappoint at all as he wasted no time putting his ink into papers and signing a good number of orders which is ultimately a good way to start the four years long haul journey for a better world.

However, some of the Presidential Orders signed are quite interesting and very much expected and I will pick special interest on the one that abolishes citizenship by birth, as well as his recent concerns to save wealthy men from the claws of women who finds marraige to be a mere business than it should've been a love affairs.

I have over the years prayed for a policy that will have Nigerians spend their money patronizing the numerous acclaimed world standard medical centres flooding the nation, than fly abroad for child birth just so to have their children bear citizenship of a foreign land. These tactics was not questionable twenty years ago or thereabout, because wealthy Nigerians, especially politicians were hiding behind the pretext of poor medical facilities in Nigeria to fly their spouses abroad for childbirth whereas it was always a mere strategy to help their children acquire dual citizenship.

Do we not have standard hospitals in Nigeira today, with medical experts of high repute? Do we still have any reason to fly abroad for childbirth? The answer is obvious already. Hence, I commend President Donald J. Trump for coming to our aid. Personally, except I am based in the U.S. and have my family in same, I am way too proud of my origin to force a foreign identity on my children. They have a choice to grow up, work hard, and earn it if they wish to own a citizenship of any foreign nation. I can't corruptly gift them that. What happened to my State's global standard IBOM SPECIALIST HOSPITAL in Uyo? I think this is when we will have to embrace exemplary leadership beyond what we'd known all our lives.

On the other hand, the concern raised with respect to the recent business venture of a majority of women where they see marraige as a get rich quick model is becoming alarming and I had once taken a time to write elaborately on this menace, stating factually that I do not see myself sharing even one percent of my hard earned sweat with any woman who was probably merely arranged into marraige with a short or long term plan to ignite some dramas later in the future so as to seek divorce and Carter away with all I had sweated for. Just for the price of being MRS. JUDAH. I forbid such evil.

Except we built the investment together, then we will be professional enough to bargain on shares, and where divorce becomes her escape pod for corporate theft, she can only walkaway with her percentage of the shares in such business or investment. Nothing more.

And just as POTUS was quoted saying, if we had kids and she thought she did not have enough money to care for the kids after such a divorce, then she should leave the kids with me and GO.

This policy will not just save numerous vulnerable men out there from the snare of these daughters of jesibel, but will also encourage collaborative productivity amongst partners where couples will choose to build and grow together. Women will certainly become just what God had intended when he created them as a help-meet for a man.

If you aks me, I wish the same policy can also help create some sort of reverse for many other marraiges which had crumbled many years ago, helping restore the loss of many men out there, I'm sure a lot of men out there will thank their stars if such happens. Such too will have many realize that many of such women who catered away with their spouses' valuables after divorce were never able to multiply whatever they had gotten away with. And where such is being retracted from them, just then will we realize how empty a lot these women will become, returning to a zero, and maybe, scrambling to have their lives back in shape. I really wish other world leaders could tow this path and various legislative arms revisiting these policies, too.

No wonder the inscription 'I LOVE WHEN I WAKE UP AND DONALD TRUMP IS THE PRESIDENT' is sweeping the entire world, from branded T-Shirts, to caps, water mugs, coffee cups, pendants, key holders, name it. Trust me, "I LOVE IT TOO."

And remarkably, I am super optimistic about the future, and I can't wait to see the other actions that will unfold. Meanwhile, my gender is MALE, and I am amongst the TWO legally recognised genders in the United States of America, even as a Nigerian living in Nigeria.

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