Muse Guide: Museguide Special

Come

'Come', i saw this inscription written with red lipstick on my mirror, "Come! Where! Come!", i reiterrated. I picked up my phone to dial 911, I reported what I've seen and known so far. 
I felt relieved on dropping the call, partial peace at least had set in due to law's awareness. Suddenly, my window went ajar, what opened it I didn't know, an envelope fell from the window sill, I lifted it to confirm its contents, it hides in a letter which reads, 'Mayor's harbour'. 
 I relayed it all again to the detective in-charge of my case. I removed my blazers from the hanger to put on, likewise I wore 'hot-ice' perfume to avoid unpleasant odour as i didn't bath. I waved a cab, hopped in as it drove towards Mayor's harbour, my mind was filled up, not like I was totally innocent about what might be going on, but I wanted it to end right on that day. I've clearly told Junta I'm not into this again. I had reflected while in prison but he wouldn't listen, and I think it's best if he also go to prison, it's not a very bad thing. 
 I was in agog to see Junta's sorrowful eyes has the prison's bracelet graced his wrists. 
 On reaching the harbour, a sign post was pointing to the canoe tied to the dock which reads, 'use the canoe and paddle towards the green flag on the other side,  I boarded the canoe, slowly I moved,  on seeing a green flag appeared, I paddled faster in its direction. 
 I disembarked the canoe, walked through a tiny path amidst bush, i hadn't taken more than fifteen steps before i heard some weird footsteps behind me. I slewed around to see who comes by, to my utmost surprise, six hefty men were trailing behind me, they're with red apron tied to their waists, Junta wouldn't do this I'm sure,  so it's the ritualist, they persuaded me out of my home to kill me. 
  By the time I could reasoned out of the box, their number had greatly increased. I jumped inside the bush, falling and standing up, i just mustn't die. I'm just back from 2years imprisonment now some unknown men wanted me hostage in another life imprisonment or death without an offence. 
 They caught me before I could covered many speed, they surrounded me holding big-headed cutlasses, none of them talked, one brought out a cloth and covered my mouth, as we were all stepping out of the bush, what we heard was, 
"you're all under arrest, don't try anything stupid because we've surrounded your domain", I saw my parole officer discharging, I was happy with him for the first time. Had it been I kept this all to myself, who knows what might have happened now. 
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Come

'Come', i saw this inscription written with red lipstick on my mirror, "Come! Where! Come!", i reiterrated. I picked up my...

Multiintrinsic's NYSC Departing Note

NYSC departing note... 
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Glory be to the Almighty God. 
Out of the NYSC prison gate, 
new beams, fresh breeze fell on my gaze. 
Atleast, free atlast, like a bird out of cage, 
12 moons, a 365 revolutions on the earth plane, 
diligently, obeyed that clarion call, it set me awake, 
be it the scorching uv rays or drenching heavy rain, 
for the nation to reign we serve with a change, 
shoutout to great guys i met and dames, 
we all are representatives of future gains. 
.... 
My grey green khaki i use to wear, 
is half covered with dust, with stress, 
stucked on at spots where strong it is to dress, 
my retinas are clear, my noses thus smells, 
what tribes hither does to the bottom of their depth, 
though i left behind my impression quill, just my sense, 
vividly, i can tell, 
i accommodated many cultures to my creed strength, 
though i ex their violence, ill twist, act of wrest, 
emulate I did proper conduct, took it abreast, 
possess, impressive, divinely demeanor arrest, 
hence, i learnt super wit wont go for a cent, 
with sword shotwith arrows, with spears, 
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only with benign grit, how knowledge appears, 
'By their fruits you shall know them', 
their wits smell farther but couldn't beat the ant cense, 
some dwelt on the fence betwist intelligence and being dense, 
pretence killed many a dunce like heat in the pant, so intense. 
.... 
A meeting with many, friends, colleagues, 
some seems free, fresh, fierce, savaged, 
fluent, affluent, influential, self-content, 
some were rusty, nasty, lusty and naughty. 
Atmosphere depicting at great sight- 
of stars, moisture, vapour, multi tarred asphalts, 
fruits, flowers, birds, reptiles and pets, 
solitude wind atimes was great, 
witnessing how birds whispered, 
enjoying greatness of the expanse so wide, 
how squirrels say their morning prayers, 
standing in peace, in harmony, the bright new day, 
I took a perfect privilege, 
conned the political times here, 
sat in front of my scholars to learn, 
those that emulate my ways, impersonating my pen name, 
disciples proud enough to call me mentor, a right lead, 
i never turn deaf ears to what they know, that i know not, 
if eligible, I, without implements blaze a super trail, 
of wit, of merit like my bearer's do pray, 
my great scholars might oneday be back studying me, they say: 
"we shall scorn the antiques in your name, 
auction them and buy text by your grace". 
..... 
Failure was this piece if i didn't signify her here, 
she made reasonable my stay the whole year, 
her presence; a quartet of my service happiness, a edge, 
her kiss, curdle, affection, passion, her love, 
how i wish you existed in my afterlife, afterhere, 
or the future that seems nigh, high, that seems near, 
i need change; 
a huge mountain from its spot will pull when aware 
that finally it happens, what we fear, 
she-love never prepare to lose all she care, 
comewith plans to shred this heart before hers tear, 
fear, care, my love couldn't wear, neither she dares, 
had love comes hand in hand, had ceteris paribus remained, 
would have gone straight home, tender you as my dame, 
for you i doff my invisible hat off my pate. 
.... 
I have seen things, 
Where the falconet sat on her nest in the briers, 
peacefully hatching her brood, her future, 
I, exultant, only at archfoe's fall, 
ready for the favour, graced by the world, 
into the world to earn a living, 
to sow ambitions, later pluck success, 
which way shall i go to jam a humus soil, 
one fertile enough to carry my ambition seeds, 
i so much prefer good germinations, greater yields, 
so many detached lofty chambers, 
yet i haven't luck to live in one. 
Over a million invention breathes in my mind, 
all were there pinning at the still progress, 
now I'm out to strife for supremacy, 
a flickering lamp use to keep this body's company, 
now I want chandelier in my form. 
A shufti of sufferness, hardship, strove i overcame, 
days when bedridden with hunger, 
all for the pungent luxuriant clove of affluent life, 
why wont i blossom like the colourful combo 
of efflorescence conjoint with hibiscus cuteness? 
Tao didst quoted: 
'Gain or lose, 
how is one to know what was predestined?' 
'Rich or poor, 
who is to say it isn't the will of heaven?'. 
.... 
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#asaeq 
#talemen 
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Multiintrinsic's NYSC Departing Note

NYSC departing note... ... Glory be to the Almighty God. Out of the NYSC prison gate, new beams, fresh breeze fell on my gaze. Atleast,...

The fairy escape...

The Fairy 
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Escape... 
  7th of February, 1964. I celebrated 5years in prison, it was on this same date 1959, I was sentenced to seven years imprisonment for drugs issue. 
"Tombs Timba", the warden called me, "we're moving you out of here today". I was moved to rooms for semi-finalists, had they known they shouldn't have done so for me, the young boy in me is very bad, indeed. 
 On getting to the new room, there are four inmates already. They started hailing me has I've been popular on site. I sat like an innocent lad moving closer to freedom. I kept studying my new environment till I saw a patchwork on the wall like an abandoned channel of water has been blocked, my head network started roaming, I quickly packed my belongings to that side of the room, the other inmates understand what's going on so they moved closer to me, I whispered something gently into their hearings and they nodded in support. 
 We dug with a knife I smuggled in purposely for survival, and we shared the earth crust been dug out into our pockets to dispose on daily basis. After 2months of serious work, we've dugout all to remain a thin layers of cover, so we plan to dug the cover at night as we escaped on. 
  According to our calculations, the pipe, a very big size and long one led outside the compound in the master plan of the prison, as our room area was once a laundry before being converted. 
At exactly 9:45pm after the room call we moved for the final escape phase. I got out of the pipe first,  I didn't notice the surrounding as i kept helping others out,  it's very dark as there is no moon. 
As soon as we're all out of the pipe, I heard some people gave a round of applause, floods of light fell on our eyes, they're so plenty on us, at first it's as if God was clapping for us on a job well done before I realized we've being caught. 
"Tombs Timba, our new 'Michael Scoffield', this is a trap I set for you, I intentionally put you here knowing fully well you'll explore it, I need this pipe for a purpose, so welcome yourself to the Warden's lodge", it was the voice of the commander as we couldn't see their faces. 
 I was so downed, others were crying as we were transferred to 'hardened criminas unit'. 
#wizardcalidad

The fairy escape...

The Fairy Escape... 7th of February, 1964. I celebrated 5years in prison, it was on this same date 1959, I was sentenced to seven year...

A Funny Nightmare....

A Funny Nightmare... I'm Tombs Timba, this is my last dream before I hypnotized myself against further dreams. It was on this day that I slept peacefully, I hadn't slept for five minutes before I started dreaming, It happened like this: 
I boarded a plane at Muritala International Airport, a flight bounded for Australia, happy I was leaving this very frustrating Nigeria at last, i switched on my joyous mode and activated happiness. As we were two hours into the air, the plane started swerving, the pilot lost control, people started shouting, the waitress endeared us to do our last prayer but I didn't loose hope. 'Which of the last prayer?' I thought, i with God signed a contract for a century.   I stood up, carry a parachute, move straight to the window thinking I'm too young to die, i break it and jumped out, as I was coming down I thought of starting the parachute but it's not working, I pressed hard on it but it won't work and I kept falling down the altitude.  Coming down, a big fish was opening its mouth for the supposed God sent food which is me, I suspended in air, waiting for the fish to vacate that position, suddenly an antelope with very long horns somehow appeared behind me, it knocked my butts very hard as I continue on the journey down.  I quickly unfastened the parachute, throw it down into the fish's mouth, on throwing it, the unworkable parachute worked, it fell on the fish and it struggled with it, i landed on the parachute as well, you know dreams now, i found myself ashore, I walked straight into town to ask people which country I'm was in, they say Nigeria. "Nigeria again! Mo gbe o!! 
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", I bursted into a loud cry.  #wizardcalidad #Talesmen

A Funny Nightmare....

A Funny Nightmare... I'm Tombs Timba, this is my last dream before I hypnotized myself against further dreams. It was on this day that...

RIB AND JAW....

Rib and Jaw... 
 Hurriedly, i rushed out of the house, my teeth still unbrushed, on trying to open the driver's door i discovered i had dropped the key inside. I roketted in like flashes of lightening stubbed my leg against a stone, i almost cried for the pain it bestows. 
 I progressed, it was lying there on the bed in my wife's hand; the key, this woman didnt want me out, "what?!" i shouted, she gave me a sensual gesture with her gaze, i forced the key out of her hand. I hissed, maybe she thought that's the only food men are bound to eat on earth, if money should for a day vacate my purse, she will complain, that's female being for you. I avoided her harsh facial expression, hers is viral, airborne, to be precise, if i should dare look in her i will look into many things before i go out. I stormed out once again and into the car, Junior was already beside the second door as he headlonged in too, i looked at him, he smiled, i'm not sure he even took his bath courtesy of my threat of leaving him behind, with a look of eyes soaked with pity, "God saves you", i commented. Someone was trying to gain my attention from the inside, and there is surely one person inside so i took to deaf-dumb theory as i drove off. 
 I sped on the main road, my speedometer was dancing 90 in km/hr, i wouldn't mind my instantenous acceleration. 
Then suddenly, a motorcyclist was dashing headon towards me, the driver, a seemingly hungry man tired of life with the way he looked. His speed was not encouraging as well, even if i were to be a toddler on bicycle, the situation still shall hold, and before i could manouvre my steer wheel, he crashed into me. 'Gboooooooooooa!'. I was thunderstrucked, i jumped out of the car, agape stood my gob. 
 Within a twinkle of an eye, a mob had gathered, my mind was throbbing, Junior was crying, i was afraid if the crowd wont lynched me so i off my shoes forgetting Junior and talked to my heels, some faction followed suit, i dashed into a nearby market and they wouldn't back off, elephant-me couldn't run faster and with time they caught me, a hard strike landed on my cheek, it almost dislocated my jaw, my eyes flashed, "give me my son", i shouted, they dragged me along as i've created another scene already, series of questions i couldn't comprehend, not like they're speaking spanish but its not just entering my ears. They've rushed him to the hospital on getting to the place of accident, my son and my car had disappeared, people started blaming me for absconding, thank God, everyone was made to believe the cyclist was at fault, i looked into the face of the man that slapped me, "ehn! You made us run too much", he said. 
 I sacrificed all of my hurriedness to a very longtime patience going to the hospital, if not for the victim but for my son and car. 
 "He said he's tired of life", the doctor reported, i almost cried, 
"this ignorant has caused me a lot", i went to his ward to see him, i was told he had a broken rib and jaw. 
"i'm so sorry sir", he reproached. 
Had i know, i wouldn't be in such a hurry. 
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RIB AND JAW....

Rib and Jaw... Hurriedly, i rushed out of the house, my teeth still unbrushed, on trying to open the driver's door i discovered i had ...

Head over heels......

Head over heels... 
 After 6years of his disappearance, Tombs was back in the hood, who knows where he had gone to all these while, probably, prison, who cares! I met him along an Allen towards Judge Akinbode street. I initially planned to ignore him but he greeted me with greater hospitality, it looks like we've been friends before he left but NO, we're one of the greatest enemy. 
 Back then, this naughty guy will abuse all girls, bully all boys and caused trouble around the school. 
Oneday, don't know why he picked on me, anything I do was wrong to him, he will abuse me that I'm too fat for him to date, that I'm this and that, there was a day he slapped me for talking back at him and that day he nearly disgraced me as he was meant to tore my uniform but glory be to God on this faithful day. 
 He called me on phone saying he needed to see me, i reluctantly gave him my number the day we bumped into one another due to his hospitality. I was like 'why will he want to see me', I was optimistic to know why, i went to the directed place and met him sitting, then he started the trash,"....that's all I've gat in my heart, I've poured it all, please accept me, i love you"....it was like I'm hearing those words for the first time, so surprised, 'Tombs wooed me', wonders that seized to end, i rejected him immediately. After his departure,  my heart began to pound, even if I'll fall but it mustn't be him, why this feelings,i trained my heart to be strong enough. 
 He made several attempts to get me but I kept slipping from his supposed grip, then a day came, he appeared in our house and I've been avoiding him, i was separating yam flour from it's shaft, the anxiety grew so tall in me that i poured a quantity of the shaft on him, made him all white, he looked straight into me and said, "anyway, it's an atonement for my past deeds, i won't stop loving you", he turned to leave as I couldn't hold the emotions in me, i pulled back his sleeves and hugged him with his dirty cloth, who cares!. Someone I could barely stay beside in the past as now turn to a lust for my lonely days. 
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Head over heels......

Head over heels... After 6years of his disappearance, Tombs was back in the hood, who knows where he had gone to all these while, probably...

The Dark Regret..

A Dark Regret... 
  
Sick and dying, in my nonagenarian years. 
"How did you come to have your right leg amputated Dad?" My son asked, as he stared at my leg. 
I knew my days are numbered already, its time to let out the truth I have kept in all this while as to how I lost a leg. 
"I'll tell you of that story. It was a regretful one." I said, as I gave a long sigh. 
 
I had two years of rigorous training in Black Shadow's Camp,  about fourty two years ago was just like yesterday. 
Twenty five of us were admitted, only six qualified to be called modern killers; Assassins. 
 
 On my induction day, El-Jeffe- our commander called me, "Hawkin Dawkin" (as that was my code name), he stretched his hand to give me a portrait. 
"That's your first assignment", I was shocked on seeing the picture. "Yes, it's the newly elected president, he defuncted from the party that helped him in and he's now a thorn in their throat, they want him dead", though there is dareness and desperation in my eyes, yet I felt pity for the man, i stand to loose nothing, death is imminent for all, so we're never afraid but the whole nation will mourn. 
"There would be a conference tomorrow at 'Hawk's Square', seize the opportunity and do it". 
... 
 I was at Hawk's Square so early, to study well the environment and the reasonable perimeter. I was sure I got it all covered. 
 
 At exactly 1200hr, the President arrived, he was a man of integrity, he took to time but my job is a must do. At quarter past 1200hr, two bullets pierced his chest and head, there is hullabaloo, everyone run in anarchy. I quickly switched my position as was planned for my escape, and as I was getting away, trying to scale through a gate, I got shot on the leg. Immediately, I slewed around in pain and shot the guy. Two other securities charged at me but I somehow escaped, don't ask me how, it's my profession. 
 
The President died. 
I assassinated him. 
 
I couldn't leave the uncompleted building somewhere in a bushy hide out. Police were all over searching for me. Did first aid as was taught, but could not get the bullet out on my own; I needed the hospital. I stopped the blood, use all the tranquilizers with me to drug myself to sleep. My dream was full of nightmares, I kept on seeing the dead president face, I still see him atimes in my dream till now, always staring at me. 
 
Two days after hiding, I manage to find my way out without been spotted. I traveled a long deal to this country, and then at the hospital, it was told me my leg needed amputating, its been infected. 
Had no choice, I was dying. I lost my leg, but I gained my conscience. 
 
I quitted after my first assignment, I never return home; no Black Shadow, just regret... Thick dark regret. 
#wizardcalidad 
#Talesmen 
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The Dark Regret..

A Dark Regret... Sick and dying, in my nonagenarian years. "How did you come to have your right leg amputated Dad?" My son as...

Eleyele, My hood 2

Eleyele, My hood... 
(the good, the bad, the weird) 
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Vol 2. 
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 The street is old, longlife to the street but i grew up to meet up with the street around 1998, then i was 10 years of age. My first memorable experience on the street was the day i was sent on an errand by my grandma, she sent me 'kulikuli' to battle her cassava flakes 'garri' for the afternoon. It was a #20 note and I'm to buy #5 kulikuli, seriously, #5 kulikuli is almost in fifteen pieces, it's a lot for an old woman, probably she's going to share it amongst my siblings and I. Infact, then, #20 can cook an okra soup 'Ila alasepo'. On my way there, two older guys approached me as if they were friends of my unborn elder brother, 
"how far now? What's your name? ",they greeted and I responded, one was patting and rubbing my back while the other shaking me vigorously, 
"how nice of them" i thought to myself. They left shortly after. On getting to the kulikuli seller, i quickly pick one for testing as i know she will surely remove it from the quantity I'm buying, picked another and another, making three that i picked, she tied the remaining into a small polythene bag for me, i eagerly extended my hand into my embracing pocket, and money was like, "check here, i'm here" i roamed around my multi-pocket short with no avail, 
"Where is the money? "a question for an empty answer. The woman skimmed through me head to toe like I'm a standing dumping site, she thought i was pulling tricks, she drew her cane, pulled my sleeves, i shouted and fought to get loose, she's  more powerful then(come on, not now again). 
She flogged me like 5 times and collect the already wrapped one with me, i cried home. 
 On my way back, i saw those two guys again, they were smiling, i knew what they did and i still could recognize them perfectly even up till date as many of them were still tussling with such an unworthy style of living. 
Bitterly i wept on my way home, probably because i was cheated by those goons or being beaten by the kulikuli seller or the awaiting punishment i might received from grandma. On that very day, only Judas could narrate a more sour experience. 
 I grow wiser than the day inorder to live up to the street, there are special lessons we learnt from the street, no matter the condition, the street preaches loyalty, mind you, being loyal doesn't necessarily meant you're truthful, you can be loyal to an evil wills, bad habits and weird ideologies. 
It thought us to be so steadfast, no condition as ever being permanent. 
 Up till our JSS2 days, during Ramadan(muslims' fasting month), after a playfully contented day, we felt so exhausted and the fact that God is never wicked, especially to children, we drunk or let me say sup some reasonable amount of water to hydrate our dehydrated immune. Since food wasn't involved, God can still overlook water, what a believe?. Then a day came, the street gave us an alternative, Sega came around, not many of us are fans of nitendo, Sega entered into our hood and became our food as it captive our minds. 
 That was when we substituted our childish sin for Sega, without even knowing that the love of Sega is the root of punishment. The game vendor became our new apostle and his crusade is where you'll see all youths. 
 The nemesis that came around with Sega Interactive Superstar Deluxe shall be emphasized in the next episode. 
Thanks for following 
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Wizard Calidad 
©2016 
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Eleyele, My hood 2

Eleyele, My hood... (the good, the bad, the weird) . Vol 2. . The street is old, longlife to the street but i grew up to meet up with ...

The Assist King...

Assist King... 
 Yes, they say when things actually fall apart, centres would no more hold, my heart already has fallen and it's not occupying it's former centroid. 
 When I say assist King people would think of Mesut Özil of Real Madrid who assisted Cristiano Ronaldo to Ballon D'or with 45goals, so when you're doing similar greater things for someone else who only take the credits like Ronaldo and you Özil with no recognition. 
 I have a lot of money, I bought her ferrari while I'm driving Camry LE, she's using BB Porche while I'm using Techo Android, if people should talk about me being a fool, I would say it's love. The last I did and regretted, she said she loves me and want marriage, I said 'okay', and asked to see her parents. We chose a date but she insisted on buying a diamond ring at first, in preparing ahead of our event. 
  Believe me. Last Saturday, a faithful brother rushed to my house showing me an invitation card with direction of venue, to my utmost amazement it was my beloved spouse having a wedding with another man. I helplessly rushed down to the venue. I entered and shouted, "Stop this right now, she's my spouse", everyone set their gaze on me surprisingly, and my supposed spouse commented, "Pastor don't mind him, he's only an 'Assist King', my heaven-sent Ozil, everyone bursted into laughter as I fainted. I'm still on my sickbed. 
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The Assist King...

Assist King... Yes, they say when things actually fall apart, centres would no more hold, my heart already has fallen and it's not occ...

El Chapo, the legendary druglord 3

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3. 
 Conflict with the Tijuana Cartel: 1989–1993 
 When Félix Gallardo was arrested, the Tijuana corridor was handed over to the Arellano Félix brothers, Jesús Labra Áviles (alias "El Chuy"), and Javier Caro Payán (alias "El Doctor"), cousin of the former Guadalajara Cartel leader Rafael Caro Quintero. In fears of a coup, however, Caro Payán fled to Canada and was later arrested. Guzmán and the rest of the Sinaloa Cartel leaders consequently grew angry at the Arellano Félix clan about this. In 1989, Guzmán sent Armando López (alias "El Rayo"), one of his most trusted men, to speak with the Arellano Félix clan in Tijuana. Before he had a chance to speak face-to-face with them, López was 
killed by Ramón Arellano Félix. The corpse was disposed in the outskirts of the city and the Tijuana Cartel ordered a hit on the remaining members of the López family to prevent future reprisals. That same year, the Arellano Félix brothers sent the Venezuelan drug trafficker Enrique Rafael Clavel Moreno to infiltrate Palma's family and seduce his wife Guadalupe Leija Serrano. After convincing her to withdraw US$7 million from one of Palma's bank accounts in San Diego, California, Clavel beheaded her and sent her head to Palma in a box. It was known as the first beheading linked to the drug trade in Mexico. Two weeks later, Clavel killed Palma's children, Héctor (aged 5) and Nataly (aged 4), by throwing them off a bridge in Venezuela. Palma retaliated by sending his men to kill Clavel while he was in prison. In 1991, Ramón killed another Sinaloa Cartel associate, Rigoberto Campos Salcido (alias "El Rigo"), prompting bigger conflicts with Guzmán. In early 1992, a Tijuana Cartel-affiliated and San Diego-based gang known as Calle Treinta kidnapped six of Guzmán’s men in Tijuana, tortured them to attain information, and then shot them execution-style in the backs of their heads. Their bodies were dumped on the outskirts of the city. Shortly after the attack, a car bomb exploded outside one of Guzmán’s properties in Culiacán. No injuries were reported, but the drug lord became fully aware of the intended message. 
Guzmán and Palma struck back against the Arellano Félix brothers (Tijuana Cartel) with nine killings on 3 September 1992 in Iguala; among the dead were lawyers and family members of Félix Gallardo, who was also believed to have orchestrated the attack against Palma's family. 
Mexico's Attorney General formed a special unit to look into the killings, but the investigation was called off after the unit found that Guzmán had paid off some of the top police officials in Mexico with $10 million, according to police reports and confessions of former police officers.  In November 1992, gunmen of Arellano Félix attempted to kill Guzmán as he was traveling in a vehicle through the streets of Guadalajara. Ramón and at least four of his henchmen shot at the moving vehicle with AK-47 rifles, but the drug lord managed to escape unharmed. The attack forced Guzmán to leave Guadalajara and live under a false name under fears of future attacks. 
He and Palma, however, responded to the assassination attempt in a similar fashion; several days later, on 8 November 1992, a large commando of the Sinaloa Cartel posing as policemen stormed the Christine discothèque in Puerto Vallarta, spotted Ramón and Francisco Javier Arellano Félix, and opened fire at them. The shooting lasted for at least eight minutes, and more than 1,000 rounds were fired by both Guzmán's and Arellano Félix's gunmen. Six people were killed in the shootout, but the Arellano Félix brothers were in the restroom when the raid started and reportedly escaped through an air-conditioning duct before leaving the scene in one of their vehicles. On 9 and 10 December 1992, four alleged associates of Félix 
Gallardo were killed. The antagonism between Guzmán's Sinaloa Cartel and the Arellano Félix clan left several more dead and was accompanied by violent acts in the states of Baja California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Durango, Jalisco, Guerrero, Michoacán and Oaxaca. 
The war between both groups continued for six more months, yet none of their respective leaders was killed. In mid-1993, the Arellano Félix clan sent their top gunmen on a final mission to 
kill Guzmán in Guadalajara, where he moved around frequently to avoid any possible attacks. Having no success, the Tijuana Cartel hitmen decided to return to Baja California on 24 May 
1993. As Francisco Javier was at the Guadalajara International Airport booking his flight to Tijuana, informant tips notified him 
that Guzmán was at the airport parking lot awaiting a flight to Puerto Vallarta. Having spotted the white Mercury Grand Marquis car where Guzmán was thought to be hiding, about 20 gunmen of the Tijuana Cartel descended from three Jeep-like vehicles and opened fire at around 4:10 p.m. However, the drug lord was inside a green Buick sedan a short distance from the target. Inside the Mercury Grand Marquis was the Cardinal and Archbishop of Guadalajara Juan Jesús Posadas Ocampo, who died at the scene from fourteen gunshot wounds. Six other people, including the cardinal's chauffeur, were caught in the crossfire and killed. Amidst the shootout and confusion, Guzmán escaped in a taxi and headed to one of his safe houses in Bugambilias, a neighborhood 20 minutes away from the airport. News of the death of the cardinal quickly circulated across Mexico and the rest of the world.

El Chapo, the legendary druglord 3

3. Conflict with the Tijuana Cartel: 1989–1993 When Félix Gallardo was arrested, the Tijuana corridor was handed over to the Arellano...

Ajé...

Ajé... 
.................... 
With a bleary eye 
you can see a weary mile 
evil may thread on wisdom aisle, 
Who cares? Not me, myself and I. 
Ill-wills only distressed me and give me bile 
borrow me wisdom for my morrow to smile 
my yester-banes still are on the pile 
imbibed, revived, revised, in a file. 
Money they say makes the globe whirl, 
tell it to come my way more than awhile, 
in fold at my feet flows like Egypt and Nile, 
one that any coherent sewage of life won't defiles, 
but now in my path it's departing, not coming, why? 
Apart from a walk-through in my apartment, it hasn't arrived. 
Let it shine, let it rain, let it come into my life. 
Then Devil visited, pledged to raise my height, 
with an earsplitting voice, his gob reeks vile. 
If it should pull me in; fire is nigh, 
if I let go this chance; I may go senile, 
how to feed my hunger?; A litany to be wise, 
I plan to woo on, till 'Ajé' chooses me as wife, 
Evil and down line wager, they cast a die, 
I'll fail has the largest stake, funeral in pyre, 
they'd suspire sadly, reproach while they sigh, 
As I stitch once and save nine. 
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Wizard Calidad 
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Ajé...

Ajé... .................... With a bleary eye you can see a weary mile evil may thread on wisdom aisle, Who cares? Not me, myself and I...

Mosquitoes; Dear Rats

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yet his body won't tear, "he's of iron claddings I think", a senior mosquito will say, well I never gave up, i am the leader of the mosquitoes vanguard, I called my executives, yes, 'executives',  we're those that sucks without whining, so it will be difficult for anyone to applaud our lives out of our body, to us, 'applause' is never a compliment, it's a term we used for death colleagues. "I have a way of sucking out blood out of that Man's Vein, I have a plan", many hissed in 'mosquitian', "mtchewwwnnn", it's like they saw no wayforward in my supposed plan, without a bit of discouragement, i progressed, "I plan to sought for the king of Parasitic World's help, the big Rat, that's the name we call him, he lives in a cranny below the man's kitchen-store wall with his family, he would be eager to help because of the recent loss of three of his sons to the man's trap". I remember that day, i almost laughed seeing someone in anguish because of the funny scene, it's like a gum on a thick paper, a rat stuck to it, a brother quickly rushed to help, he tried to pull the brother out of the sticky paper till himself fell on the same paper and also got stucked. Another brother that always claim to be very strong tried out of stupidity to pull both out of trap at the same time, that was the funniest of the scene as he got his chest stucked and cried out like a baby chick, we laughed and the blood we managed to suck overnight spilled out of our bellies only to disperse inside a cup of water, that was when our happiness got transformed to sadness like a shit in breakfast as we dispatched with frowned countenances. Three days later, we were in front of 'Big Rat', he was eager to help, the plan was to eat the man's foot while sleeping, to make it easy, the job on our part is to suck oil and honey from the kitchen's cabinet and smeared it over the man's foot so as to make it easier for the rat to eat the skin and expose his blood cells for us to suck.  On our mission, unfortunately, three of us were applauded (you remember I said to applause is to die) but we succeeded in the mission. We retreated for hours in agog for good news from the 'Big Rat'.  Three hours passed with no news so we set out to check out ourselves only to find the 'Big Rat's' dead body lying helplessly.  ..Wizard Calidad™.. ©2015

Mosquitoes; Dear Rats

He's an Iron man indeed as our proboscis couldn't pierce his leader-like skin, I 've severally used my diamond studded probosc...

Eleyele, My hood

Eleyele, My hood... 
(the good, the bad, the weird) 
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Vol 1. 
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 Eleyele, a direct translation means oni-eyele, the owners of pidgeon, it's a renowned geographical location in the city of Ibadan, Oyo State. Why the name? Let's leave that particular story for the archaelogist, many a bloke like me just one day wake up to our senses and find ourselves dwelling in this community. Well, I'll describe that blessed place for you in brief. 
 It's a geographical area that subtend towards the outskirt of Ibadan, it is somhow circular and embedded with a handful of wonders. Eleyele is bigger than many towns, not only in Oyo but in Nigeria and if it wont be an overstatement i would've said it's worthy to be a state on her own. Ask me why? There are four federal institutions in Eleyele, one state polythecnic and over hundred secondary and primary schools, both private and government owned. Now, talking about localization of industry, Eleyele can promised you many things which I'm only going to mention few, the first headquarters of Fan Milk plc Nigeria is in Eleyele, the headquarters of Nigermatch Nigeria is there. 
 If you're all about tourist attraction, I'll tell you that the historic Oke Ibadan during the reign of our first forefather, Lagelu, was situated here in Eleyele and there is enough room for sightseeing by the riverside. 
 Eleyele river is enough to supply both electricity and water for the whole town in abundance, which can actually serve well as a means of attraction for foreign investors. Our land had gone elastic as they expanded in length, breadth and width to give birth to a new geographical area called Ologuneru, which is still expanding fast. To cut the accolades short, Eleyele is nothing but blessed. 
 It's all well and good until your potential boss heard you hail from Eleyele, he must redo a background check on you because the good reputation of our condo had dashed into thin air to give room for street orientation. Now, the street had forced on our tongue its anthem, of guys gone gaga as gals gone wild, here, when nothing seems to go right, even right will turn left. As we all know, the first orientation we received was go to school and study hard, so that we can live a secured life, but the street taught us otherwise as it had many examples to show unlike our parents who would talk and leave the rest to God. So many great brothers are leading by examples. Brothers are ammasing affluence, many cool dough majorly through street means even our parents can't spend as much as they do. Big brothers in the hood were riding on big cars and many responsible Dads' wouldn't change the same car in a decade. 
Then who should we mentor?. The question will be answered right in your mind after the whole episode, why the hood is good, bad and equally weird. 
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Thanks 
Watch out for episode 2 next week 
wizard calidad 
museguide 
©2016 
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Eleyele, My hood

Eleyele, My hood... (the good, the bad, the weird) . Vol 1. .... Eleyele, a direct translation means oni-eyele, the owners of pidgeon,...

ORGANIZATION OF LOOTING ELDERS - (OLE)

A youth thief in Nigeria can only steal in thousands; the highest any have ever stolen were in few millions. However, when caught, the justice system grew big horns or better still, they were televised to an open shame, shot dead without due process, never to see the light of yet another day. 
 
Things are not the same as they were before; At old age, a time to reflect on past activities and carefully close any gap for posterity sake, this was the usual. Unfortunately, many of our so-called elders have refuse to do the needful instead they have betrayed us and stolen our commonwealth for self alone: they (elders) have so buried their conscience in the graves where they were suppose to rest in peace and have refused to die because of the alarming wealth in possession. 
 
Sadly, even when they are arrested for a crime, they are always tried in a stage-managed Court Of Law where they are sentenced to serve a jail term in a home away from home; and on their release they are celebrated like Kings, a true Role Model. 
 
It is a shame, a big shame that the monies meant for the procurement of arms to fight the insurgency that has suddenly plagued our dear nation like cancer, was so graciously shared by some shameless idiots called elders under the watchful eye of the so-called "Hero of Peace". 
 
Meanwhile, they (Organization of Looting Elders - OLE) watched a vibrant Army loose their moral while others met their untimely waterloo and the vast majority termed "Cowards" for fleeing the front-lines. Nevertheless, these old fools lived in exotic luxury, daily dividing the nation into factions of political genocide. 
 
Our infrastructures are in total decay. All sectors of the nation have nothing to write home about. I could go on and on to tell of these fools and their evil deeds. My earnest prayer is for them all to pay for the gruesome sins they committed against the good people of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. 
So I pray, Amen! 
 
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ORGANIZATION OF LOOTING ELDERS - (OLE)

A youth thief in Nigeria can only steal in thousands; the highest any have ever stolen were in few millions. However, when caught, the justi...

Museguide special entry: Hell Goes The Sex....

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09:11:15
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 Hell go the sex,
(a favour from the Devil)
...
Many a time
the tommy will growl
while so empty 
is the stomach's bowl
.
A man; 
a hungry man 
is an angry man
he's also a violent man
.
somewhat frustrated
and shouldn't be underrated.
Many a guy
ask themselves 'why?'
.
as money afar glares
approachingly seeming scared.
Let's out of unknown, 
create a worldly known
.
and make plenty dough
from there though.
The scary folks
with a weary heart in folds
.
ingressed looming bold
came to our listening road
steal what our lots' told
with their olfactory lobes. 
.
A pledge to rescue
didst fledge the devil 
as we shall overgo sex
the in-thigh muscle won't flex.
.
 Dimwitted ilks, they won't think 
my heart bleaks, my soul blinks
my mind leaks, "be a Rink"
my brain kicks, it makes me jink.
.
My intentions; I shall overturn,
elude my mind's retention, mere fun
ill-soul's abortion, saving a heartburn 
to brain's attention, I shall hence turn 
.
Devious devil cares not a thing,
he may steal from a Thin,
he can still from a Thin
draw blood to his drinking tin
.
A friend was trapped
many gals chased his dick
they want a dip of his stick
inside their pit, wrapped
.
How holy can you fight?
when 'coitus' is the versus, 
Monk so hard, mutton strived
a saint will be hailing Jesus.
.
He tried but failed
sex ways can't be paved
as a compromise to our goals
except for those emasculated folks. 
.
Don't under success guise
invalidly dishonor your honor 
a man will think it t-wise
to prevent forever dolor. 
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wizard calidad
#BIS</div>
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Museguide special entry: Hell Goes The Sex....

09:11:15 . Hell go the sex, (a favour from the Devil) ... Many a time the tommy will growl while so empty is the stomach's bowl . A m...

Industreet vol 1; Ola and jazzy by Yussuf Abddulqoyum

Ola and Jazzy.... 
.. 
Industreet volume 1. 
... 
"And the award goes to Reekado Banks", atimes, many a time, just a time... Lol, don't mind me. 
Seriously, it's a matter worth discussing, the next rated category of Headies award (Nigeria's version of grammy) had everly remained an unvoted one, that is where the corruption starts from, because, telling us that there judgement is better off and more precise than several million Nigerians is uncalled for, especially during this Buhari-led change regime. What are the criterias? The only answer i can profer to this is 'money', probably the category is a aunctioned one, that only the highest bidder can win, because if that's not the case, i don't see Reeky bagging that award.
Two things worsen the case, an alcoholic-rage driven Olamide and an immature statement by a seeming mature Don jazzy. Few months back, they had a smooth relationship that only Ayo at Headies and Hiptv family can make sour over a night. Infact just last month, Olamide was featured in the mavin's queen-bee just released album, 'RED'(Romance Expression & Dance). No one see it approaching.
Furthermore, I on behalf of many others think this rukus was purposely staged by Headies organizers to start a war in the peaceful industry, but it seems they missed their targets or aimed wrongly. For every disses to be deuced, both parties must be up to par, The likes of 
Ruggedman vs Eedris 
A-booming-9ce+looming-Seriki vs A-fading-Ruggedman(thank God he's rugged) 
Vector vs Reminisce 
Pasuma vs Osupa 
2face vs Faze 
All these will probably be deuced fine and nice but when you're pairing Olamide with Don jazzy, huh! It's nothing but cheating, the Ybnl boss will with word slaughter the Mavin's boss, even a pair like Ybnl vs Mavin is still unmatched because rappers are traditionally known to be comfortable with beef and diss unlike singers not even to consider this era that Indigenous Rappers are untop of the game ruling the industry. 
Why should they fight? I'm yet to see a reason why, Headies should be responsible for all of this, even Jimmy Jatt was quoted to have said it's nothing but a cheat, it should have been either Lil kesh or Kiss Daniel, for they both had more hit songs this year than anyother person in the category, he also said he will rather invest 10million naira on Lil Kesh than Reeky, also Katapult is just a popular song and not a hit as no one will ever request for it in his parties.
Some other stars either directly or indirectly supported Olamide, though on a normal day,  evryone would blame him for his childish reaction (childish!!! The guy is older than me ke, lol). Wande Coal's comment was the funniest, he commented with "lol, passing through" then he followed Olamide on twitter, Davido was frank,  claimed it belongs to Lil kesh and so many others like that, but the baddest(bad,badder,baddest lol) comment was from Wizkid, the guy whose hit song 'Ojuelegba' was said to be the 12th most popular in the world for the year 2015, as he with his comment bombed the sainty ears on the social media, as he focussed on Dija's chest, a songstress of Mavin, condemning her mammary glands. (eh! eh!! Buoda Wizkid).
Peace is all we need, Olamide was furious for a wasted effort but needs to calm down, just an award can't determine what the future holds for his protege. Don Jazzy as well should keep his cool to allow more peace to reign. 
God bless you all 
God bless the industry 
God bless me. 
. 
Yusuf Abdulqoyum (wizard calidad)
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Industreet vol 1; Ola and jazzy by Yussuf Abddulqoyum

Ola and Jazzy.... .. Industreet volume 1. ... "And the award goes to Reekado Banks", atimes, many a time, just a time... Lol, ...

Museguide special entry; serpents are significant

It's a wonder nowadays that so many African city kids had never set their eyes on a snake except for big screens and T.V's, many had a refined mentality regarding serpents courtesy of ill orientations conveyed through some mediums especially Bollywood series and films. 
Snakes is highly significant when it comes to art and craft and also played an important role in our food web even though religiously(Islam and Christianity) 'a good snake is a dead snake'. 
In the case of art and craft, the snakeskin is quite useful in many aspects. For example, snakeskin is widely used in producing leather bags, belt, necktie and watch band as the snakeskin is soft and light and its natural pattern is beautiful. China was the first country that used snakeskin to make instruments, such as urheen. 
In our food web snakes are very useful. All snakes eat rodents for the most part.  Rodents carry a variety of diseases and destroy millions of dollars worth of crops a year.  One snake could eat 2-4 mice or rats a month.  Presumably if at least 1 mouse eaten is female, then that takes another few hundred baby mice out of the population.  Australia worked to irradicate many of their venomous snakes and they ended up with a rodent overpopulation that was completely out of control.
Snakes are reptile covered in a skin of supple, living scales; legless; with staring eyes that never blink or close; a flickering forked tongue; and, sometimes, fangs that deliver toxic venom. Though, Snakes crawl around legless with a poisonous head but yet it has a greater significance specifically for the black race. 
We mustn't progress from here without clarifying the symbols represented by snakes to different sets of tribes gracing this black nation. 
In Africa the chief centre of serpent worship was Dahomey, but the cult of the python seems to have been of exotic origin, dating back to the first quarter of the 17th century. 
By the conquest of Whydah the Dahomeyans were brought in contact with a people of serpent worshipers, and ended by adopting from them the beliefs which they at first despised. At Whydah, the chief centre, there is a serpent temple, tenanted by some fifty snakes. Every python of the danh-gbi kind must be treated with respect, and death is the penalty for killing one, even by accident. 
Danh-gbi has numerous wives, who until 1857 took part in a public procession from which the profane crowd was excluded; a python was carried round the town in a hammock, perhaps as a ceremony for the expulsion of evils. 
Mami Wata also is a water spirit or class of spirits associated with fertility and healing, usually depicted as a woman holding a large snake or with the lower body of a serpent or fish. She is worshipped in West, Central, and Southern Africa. 
Snakes venom are used in treating variety of diseases as well cancer, low sexual performance, diabetes and all forms of skin problems. It also signified healing power of medicine. The snake's venom is associated with the chemicals of plants and fungi that have the power to either heal, poison or provide expanded consciousness (and even the elixir of life and immortality) through divine intoxication. Because of its herbal knowledge and entheogenic association the snake was often considered one of the wisest animals, being (close to the) divine. Its divine aspect combined with its habitat in the earth between the roots of plants made it an animal with special properties connected to the afterlife and immortality. Asclepiu, the god of medicine and healing, carried a staff with one serpent wrapped around it, which has become the symbol of modern medicine. 
Courtesy Yusuf Abdulqoyum.
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Museguide special entry; serpents are significant

It's a wonder nowadays that so many African city kids had never set their eyes on a snake except for big screens and T.V's, many had...

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