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


Essay from Bakhora Bakhtiyorova

Central Asian teen girl with a cartoon tee shirt and a wristwatch resting her hand on her head.
Bakhora Bakhtiyorova
MOTHER

Have you ever been in debt beyond your ability to pay?
That's what I owed to my MOM!!!

First I took a life, then I got endless love, I got youth, health, a beautiful figure, and beauty...
How about a replacement??? Instead, I got on his nerves by being manly and capricious. And then I got all my black hair by talking about my ridiculous problems, pains, and expenses... In exchange for all that I got, my mother asked God in every prayer for me to laugh, not to feel pain, to be happy, not for herself...
My mother, what a miracle you are. We were happy for each age, not because you are getting older, but because my child is getting older. The only thing worth saying for what we have received from you is our love, we loved you very much. We can't pretend it's youth or stubbornness, but we love you so much, mom!
I asked God to stay with me all my life, bless us and make our lives beautiful. Today I praise God for creating me as your child, for giving me a mother like you... I'm fine... I'm fine Without MOTHER


Author Bakhora Bakhtiyorova Asliddin Daughter