Jimoh Ibrahim in conversation with journalist Ayodeji Michael Adeboboye

Dark skinned political leader sitting at a desk writing on a paper. Flags are behind him and he's wearing a red hat.
Jimoh Ibrahim

An Interview taken by Ayodeji Michael Adeboboye, a Nigerian International journalist from Jimoh Ibrahim PhD (War), CFR.

*Peace is not the Opposite of War: What Options for the Niger Republic? 

By Jimoh Ibrahim PhD (War), CFR. 

Part One: Introduction 

Peace and war are matters of insecurity. Living with insecurity is the only security, perhaps for those who studied War! Even in the most hospitable circumstances, the human condition is precarious because we are all unavoidably exposed. Human nature is flawed, and perfect security cannot exist in any human society.

Yet to be forgotten even when you may not like him is Hobbes’ ‘state of nature,’ every human being is a potential threat because the struggle for survival in a world of limited resources is a ‘war of all against all,’ Hobbes thought that putting a government in place is an excellent way of guaranteeing security! In a world without a government to enforce order – a condition that Hobbes calls the state of nature – every human must be vigilant against threats to survival.

A world without Government, he claims, forces humanity into a constant state of war because there is no way to trust in the excellent or peaceful intentions of others. We must always be on our guard lest we be attacked. This condition – in which no ruler or judge can resolve disputes and establish security – is anarchy. In an anarchic world, Hobbes argues that our lives must revolve around survival, leaving no time for agriculture, the arts, or sciences conditions of anarchy; Hobbes says, ‘the life of man [is] solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. But does having a government in the last twenty years make a difference?

This is because and according to me, the Nigeria Boko Haram insurgency underscores the Hobbesian thesis of man’s aggressiveness in the state of nature that requires the leviathan’s intervention. The Nigerian Government’s failure to provide public goods led to the emergence of the Boko Haram insurgency. The citizens contest their rights to life (now in danger), withdrawing their loyalty and support from the Government and the Armed forces. A praxis explains the power shift from the Nigerian Government to the identified local group (Boko Haram). The shift accompanies ongoing violence between soldiers and the insurgents resulting in mass civilian casualties, genocide, systemic rape, and unquantifiable property destruction fostering human insecurity. The above narrative makes the statement relevant that studying and knowing how to live with insecurity is the only security! Insecurity is pervasive in the international realm.

For instance, the international system is anarchic, and no single authority can remit uncertainty. We move from the dynamics of abuse of power as we saw in Darfur, where Sudanese President Omar al-Bashir was charged by the International Criminal Court (ICC) with war crimes against humanity. The violence has also forced some 2.5 million people − mostly farmers and villagers from non-Arab groups – to flee their homes.

So was the American-led Illegal invasion of Iraq in 2003 to the insecurity creation of intervention and collision of the value of security paradigms in human, national and geocentric systems-the intervention in Iraq (1990), Bosnia (1995), and Afghanistan (2001) were intended to preserve the territorial status quo and restore sovereign control to legitimate governments. (In Kuwait, Sarajevo, and Kabul), intervention in Kosovo (1999) was intended to protect the Kosovar (Albanian) minority even at the risk of partitioning the (rump) federal Yugoslav state (Serbia-Montenegro). All are empirical evidence of insecurity globally. Issues of the ongoing killing by Boko Haram and collaboration of the insurgent with the new formation of the Islamic State West Africa Province (ISWAP) and its expanding activities in the West Africa Sub-region. (Where Boko Haram killed the President of Chad recently) forcefully explaining the failure of the leviathan to protect citizens and himself!

in developing countries, what is more, is the powerful justification for our new concern that How to live with insecurity is the only security at least known in the West African sub-region. Is peace the opposite of War? See part two of this article. Again, is Niger a sovereign state to which intervention can be made impossible? What option, war or peace? and is sovereignty, not hypocrisy? See part three of this article. If you miss any part, send an email requesting the missing part to my University of Cambridge life email address ifj21@cantab.ac.uk

~Jimoh Ibrahim holds PhD in Modern War Studies and just completed BSc in International Relations (Second Class Upper Division) from the London School of Economics LSE, the University of London. He holds nine other University degrees from the University of Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard, Ife etc. He is currently at the 10th National Assembly of the Federal Republic of Nigeria as a Senator representing Ondo South senatorial district.

-Jimoh Ibrahim PhD (War), CFR.

Black man with a black and white baseball cap and a black collared shirt with a few buttons standing inside a small room.
Ayodeji Michael Adeboboye

Ayodeji Michael Adeboboye is a Nigerian International journalist with a deep passion for the practice of the Pen Pushing profession. Before he pressed his interest to professional journalism practice, he was a staff of the Daily Times of Nigeria (DTN) PLC, Lagos which at that time was the largest newspaper in Nigeria and entire West Africa. 

His fascination in the pen profession compelled him to undertake journalism professional course at the most revered Nigerian Institute of Journalism (NIJ), Ogba, Lagos. He later served as a reporter with a local newspaper; The Key Newspaper, Akure, Ondo State, Nigeria. 

Adeboboye a, conceptual journalist, expanded his scope of journalism and in the year 2020, network with professional journalists within the 5 regions of Africa, Europe and America to establish Congress of African Journalists, CAJ – a unique and legitimate journalists of African origin all over the world, fully registered with Corporate Affairs Commission and headquarters in Nigeria. 

So far, CAJ has over 30 networks in different African countries and has honourary membership within and outside Africa continent. 

His journalism work has been translated and publish in languages other than English. As at today, Adeboboye is the Chairman of the Board, Congress of African Journalists, President, Central Executive Committee and Editor-in-Chief, CAJ International Magazine which has permeated many continents.

-Ayodeji Michael Adeboboye

Poetry from James Penha

Bali Hai Ku

surfers ride the waves
backlit by aurora
fronting sandy shores

finch at the window
wanting to duet
but not with me

trekking through jungle
on sunniest of days
stroboscopic

in a swirling fog
moon hides and seeks the temple
ready or not

palm tree branches
pinwheel hours all at once
hands of time gone wild

Expat New Yorker James Penha (he/him) has lived for the past three decades in Indonesia. Nominated for Pushcart Prizes in fiction and poetry, his work is widely published in journals and anthologies. His newest chapbook of poems, American Daguerreotypes, is available for Kindle. His essays have appeared in The New York Daily News and The New York Times. Penha edits The New Verse News, an online journal of current-events poetry. Twitter: @JamesPenha

Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams




"STITCH POEMS"
A gathering
into a column...


(1) "Your Stance"

Locked in
on probable concerns
forming in all directions
encircling

your soft bed of day-years
and night safety
suddenly
eroding from the hyper news
and prediction gurus
growing like pandemic copycats,

coming down
the far edge of most streets
closing in
on deserted gas stations
and gangs too tired
to steal anymore of anything...

The radical Beat Armies
with new laws
tattooed on their near nude bodies,
marching with signs,
sharp nails and wrist cameras
blaring out orders by some Ai chamber-
"We are here to help by correction!"

You almost pop a cell
just thinking about it...

You stumble to the bathroom,
turning on the light,
but the mirror remains dark...

"How do I escape from so much hate?"

Then it hits you like a smooth left hook...

Your stance is wrong.


(2) "Rampage"

And in
our dreams,

swallowing grief,
kids crying

with no one
stopping

the Animal Rex
breaking out of his drain,

from the underground
pit,

on a rampage,
thousands of years pinned in...

Drones watching,
whipping low for a shot,
Video Voodoo...

Too many accepting
what they see is
almost the truth.

This dream is
that dream
changed by a computer handler
and what their alignment wants...

A computer is
not human,
but can it overcome
blood?

Rampage,
too many venturing in
these last days
but not in the Word of Truth.


(3) "Inflated 666"

They've been under us
years

a giant
click wad
paid well

working on secrets
not understood
by them and us

only a few knowing
the end game

sinister poke-holes
connected by live wires

sparking
for a spanking
mankind

the Devil
Son
and Mr. Clean

they will lead
the stupid

ego freaks
into the valley of phoney gold
hard mush
and holes in their concrete thongs.


(4) "Decisions"

You manage to think
ignoring or sucking it in?

The Mega Media...
fake wings
dripping deodorant bombs.

When will you speak
out
and mean it?

Flutter drones flying over
and peeking in your window...

You occasionally read
an old book
before they rewrote it.

Decisions
waiting on you
and who to pray with....


(5) "Baking Bacon"

Beat the drums in your sewer tunnel,
echoing under all the city wrap...

Heard them dancing deep in the spiraling
down where the masses of the underworld
creep and pretend they don't know
who they are and the hell they believe.

Sorry for them
but they chose their upside-down peak
and will burn in the stink.

Their lottery of billions of Bozos
with their bubbled noses
laughing as their makeup runs with tears.

Salty tears
sandy rears
from sitting in the desert
too lazy to take a walk
complaining
about the faults of everyone else...

Gads
what a mix of kaleidoscope pigs
cooking in their own bacon.


(6) "When You Knew"

And then the slap...
Snap out of it!

Jumble of words...
Eye opening and maybe a giggle.

But you're still in it...
The world breeding
into a darker place.

It's happening everywhere
to everyone.
You too.

Time to change
back into a child,
when you knew right from wrong.


Poetry from Elmaya Jabbarova

Light skinned European woman with long curly dark hair and a black blouse with a colorful floral design. She's in front of floral wallpaper.
Elmaya Jabbarova
Unforgettable Loves 

Love lived from afar to afar, 
Like an angel sent from the divine, 
Neglect it not, for someone's worth, 
The beat of your heart, the breath in line. 
Daytime's dream within your gaze, 
Bestowing moonlight upon the night, 
Should the dream fade, unheard it be, 
A sigh of that moment, taking flight. 
Love known in this world as ardor, 
A matchstick tending a hidden flame, 
Embers untouched, unburned by time, 
Desires held close, their passions untamed. 
Life written together with her by your side, 
Both a reality and dreamscape combined, 
When you find your place, cease to wander, 
It's the honeyed voice you've longed to find! 

05.08.2023.

Elmaya Jabbarova - was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya»,
«Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar»,
«Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for
Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ
magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She
performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra
Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.


Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

dash of language
The rabbit given to Alice on her 18th birthday
Gnaws the church candle


***
the heaven of the taste of hate steorite
¤
dead sun wrinkle colors
^
the hunger of nailed hands
●
candied birds overhead trees
○
toy soldiers in front of the black abyss
~
hatred will rise into the air and 
burst so that everything around turns red
□
for all these years of life
сhildren and adults died 
with special cruelty 
inside us


***
breathe out and don't breathe in
I love you so much that the flower withers in the sun

let my head be cut off by the train at full speed
and the wind will bring my breath to you

now breathe
calmly measured

who made you up?
who made you?

what is the Lord silent about with the rustle of leaves?
the crunch of leaves and bones under our feet?

our footprints with you in the sand
high tide

 


***
Less than humans
A man without a spine
Performs bending

Outside
Clean
Nameless
Like snow on the edge of sleep
Who will touch her curve
Who will de-energize her vagina
Who will touch her soul

Do it in the dark
Do it against the darkness
Do it against the darkness
Squeeze all the light from the heart

Clenched fingers gnaw warmly
Eyes shine, silence swallows semen
Moans of pleasure chase the siren


***
to stand in eternal glory
flip through the prism of time
to gnaw its granite with its own life
expect a grant from heaven
hope to become angels after death
hope to become clean and naked again


***
Art is a crime, says death, with eye sockets wrapped around the fluttering eyelashes of crumpled corpse grass. Art is theft. The tub of night, wrapped in a kiss of indescribable sadness, without words or dreams, cracked and the closed eyes of people ready for the cemetery poured out of it.
Everything was already in the world, so everything new is stolen. All silence. Everything is a mouse. The gnawed border of feelings from which there is nowhere to escape. The ghetto of people painted with the red paint of spilled blood. Take us death to a magical paradise by the nooks and crannies and at least to hell anywhere, somewhere where weapons have not been invented.


***
He said let's do it in missionary position
Then it became quiet
A black hair fell on the snow-white sheet


***
Marauders of the sex shop when the owners left
The child got lost in the shopping center
A newly born orphan begs for alms

***
smoke is seen outside the city
autumn mist is missing
life floats away


***
sarabande in the ears
when we were born music became our homeland

all our lives we fight with silence
our whole life is a war with silence


***
the hole in my body is growing
rubbish is pouring out of the hole sand and thoughts

I draw a sculpture with my body
I draw а human with my body

***
I was invited to think madmen
the nightingale gives a night gala concert

there is a war for time
it's time for war

soft people with cruel humanity
my lips drink juice from the frozen ice of tears

I am madness frenzy insanity folly lunacy
my voice means death on the eve of the last endless war


***
children sing earthly songs
doves are silent in the sky

аnd which one of them
invented the nuclear 
mushroom?


***
to burn in fire while alive - not a single 
european Dante dreamed of such a thing
our moral window is shattered by the sound of rustling red flags
our eyes shine and lips sing a universal song
all people are really birds 
all people are really trees 
all people are really ordinary people 
world of non-existent balance 
world of non-essential balance
approbation of guilt that was forcibly squeezed into 
the heads
black people with a white (empty) conscience 
enter our temple and kill us
sorry


***
souls huddle with each other in a cauldron of justice
what kind of ghetto are they trying to drive us into once again?
who is trying to play cat and mouse with us?
who is trying to play billiards with our bodies and souls?

don't let the wolves be hungry
don't let the wolves get fed
don't let people turn into wolves

no animal is harmed
not a single hair will fall from your head
we won't let our humanity be destroyed
we won't let humanity be destroyed
so be it

***
diplomacy
diplomac
diploma
diplom
diplo
dipl
dip
di
d
dead and war


Synchronized Chaos Mid-August 2023: Prolific Potpourri

Red and orange holiday potpourri with dried oranges, red berry and flower petals on a wood table
Image c/o Petr Kratochvil

Welcome, family and friends, to August’s second issue of Synchronized Chaos, the Prolific Potpourri.

Linda S. Gunther remembers a bittersweet lost love by the New York moonlight. Bakhora Baktiyorova finds comfort for the loss of her love in everyday natural scenes and bitter coffee. Ahmad Al-Khatat grieves a loss through philosophical reflection amid self-destructive habits. Manzar Alam memorializes a fellow teacher who has passed away in his stately poem.

Sayani Mukherjee finds a concert and an artistic palette in her everyday morning routine in New York.

J.J. Campbell observes through a set of vignettes that his imagination is preferable to his memory. Atagulla Satbayev reminds us of our mortality and the fragility of our loves.

Mahbub Alam memorializes a national human tragedy in Bangladesh while reminding us of the joyful energy of romance. Both love and death continue throughout the human condition.

Gustavo Galliano illuminates the horror of humans’ inhumanity towards each other in his piece on the United States’ atomic bomb attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Mykyta Ryzhykh also renders the existential questions nuclear war poses into poetry through understated, undercapitalized lines that ask what could possibly be left standing after that level of destruction.

Jerry Langdon exposes the psychological bruising his heart has endured over decades. Elmaya Jabbarova points out that we can all suffer emotionally, so we should all treat each other with respect.

Sabrid Jahan Mahin speaks to the relentless human impetus for adventure and greener pastures.

Various different patterns and shapes of tile up against gray concrete. Blue willow, kids' toys, red flower patterns.
Image c/o Linnaea Mallette

Graciela Noemi Villaverde laments the difficulty of overcoming past betrayals and being wrongly thought less lovely with age. Mirta Liliana Ramirez resolves to learn from her life experiences and move forward. Christabel Angel Douglas thanks her past for its lessons and the strength and resolve she draws from them. Zimbabwean writer Abigirl Phiri shares the spirit-crushing force of discouragement, yet urges readers to continue, even just for one more day. Aisha Damilola Abioye rejoices in the resilience she observes in a close friend’s life.

Adhamova Laylo urges readers towards perseverance and self-improvement through gentle encouragement. Nozima Gofurova prods readers on towards achievement through sharing her journey and accomplishments.

Mantri Pragada Markendeleyu offers up bits of wisdom through his illustrated quotes and also sings of the joy and exuberance of romance.

Kristy Raines highlights the unconditional love she and her partner have for each other and for their children. Chimezie Ihekuna, aka Mr. Ben, illustrates through his book The Meeting Point how parental attention can impact the lives of even very young children. Mirfayzbek Abdullayev highlights the importance of Uzbekistan’s national education initiatives for children’s development.

Leslie Lisbona recollects how her parents’ struggles affected her as a teen and young adult. Shabnam Shukhratova encourages young adults to learn competence at life skills through studying abroad.

Safina Abdusalomova relates how a young person came to appreciate his parents at an older and wiser age.

Maja Milojkovic speaks to the acceptance and love and guidance she finds through her spiritual faith. Dilurabonu Vayisova honors the connection and resonance she finds during the sacred Islamic month of Ramadan.

Annie Johnson shares her desire to join in a sacred dance with nature and her beloved while Lillian Woo revels in the music of waterfalls and the outdoors and the ecstasy of romance. Laskiaf Amortegui joins the song, as the gentle orchestrations of crickets accentuate her yearning for her love.

Various darker and lighter brown colored leaves on a bed of green and brown grass.
Image c/o Linnaea Mallette

Mesfakus Salahin finds reminders of his beloved throughout the outdoors, in the scent of the air and the sight of vistas.

Faisal Justin finds both beauty and peace in nature at twilight, while Anindya Pal compares love and connection to the swell and flood of a monsoon.

Monira Mahbub sings of the joy of gentle rainfall while Akhlima Ankhi dramatizes a cataclysmic storm. Brian Barbeito takes closeups of moments in nature from different angles to recapture its wonder.

Daniel De Culla snaps natural vistas and intimate, somewhat amusing moments where people connect with nature. Isabel Gomez de Diego’s photos look into ways we experience the beach: sunbathing, boating, plated sardines. Channie Greenberg observes intersections between the natural and the human, built worlds.

Brian Michael Barbeito captures liminal spaces and conditions: storms between periods of growth, people and experiences between the literal and the esoteric. Shammah Jeddypaul combines varied mythologies to explore the world before the Genesis creation.

Laszlo Aranyi speculates on a gruesome, yet fascinating, post-human, demonic future. Marjorie Thelen wonders if we already exist within a real-world dystopia.

Shamsiya Khudoinazarova Turumovna mourns a succession of seasons without growth. Lillian Dipasupil Kunimasa reflects on the futility of the human condition if we cannot change certain harmful behaviors.

Joel Oyeleke grieves for the lack of hope and difficult conditions in his country of Nigeria in a poetic ballad. Emmanuel Umeji expresses similar sentiments in his psalm of mourning for national violence.

Tan, light brown, bluish and pinkish dried flowers and dried wood.
Image c/o Circe Denyer

Tanvir Islam extols a wise and helpful teacher while Don Bormon praises the history of his school. Wazed Abdullah honors the diligent work of Bangladeshi farmers. Mahliyo Raximboyeva reflects on the strength and beauty of her native Uzbekistan as illustrated through a public statue.

Z.I. Mahmud illustrates how Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice contrasts the love-at-first sight ideals of romance with real and complicated human relationships.

Taylor Dibbert speaks to the common awkward experience of running into an ex in public, and deciding not to say all that could be said. Muhammad Sani Habibat expresses parting wishes through describing a balloon release.

Jim Meirose evokes the experience of attempting to amass too much information into one’s mind at once. Noah Berlatsky stirs many cultural concepts and icons together into a gelatinous mass of recollections. J.D. Nelson peers at our world faintly, as if through a darkened glass, through his haiku.

Seymour Knecht ponders questions of cultural difference, etiquette, and kindness as a visitor to northern Nigeria.

David Estringel creates a slick, gritty urban shadow-poetics of the underbelly of a modern city and its inhabitants.

Mark Young speaks to how we are all embedded in a much larger world containing natural ecosystems of insects, birds, animals, and fungi and cultural ecosystems replete with music from various eras.

Tohm Bakelas ponders our place in the universe, where we fit among the very small and the very large. Duane Vorhees describes assiduous perseverance in the name of various causes, yet speculates as to whether the devotion is worthwhile and whether moderation might have been preferable.

Yellow gauze bags of dried pine cones and citrus slices inside a wicker basket
Image c/o Petr Kratochvil

Robert Fleming re-visions famous disco balls from the United States and the U.K. into colorful graphic images, reinterpreting the fun energy into a static format.

Bobur Matyokubov outlines ways to increase the energy efficiency of buildings and preserve the environment.

Federico Wardal discusses how he and Jennifer Glee carried forth Federico Fellini’s directorial vision and completed Mastorna, a film left unfinished but past the point of no return.

Fernando Carpaneda shares his process of adding eroticism and queer themes to modern and historical sculptural aesthetics.

Peter Cherches remembers the lively music of Sam Rivers in a memoir vignette. As he says, “a jazz trio is an organism.”

We hope you enjoy the “living organism” that Synchronized Chaos is becoming, and revel in the issue’s redolent artistic potpourri.