PROFESSOR ARAHAM S DIARY

Contro.Sonnet-149-Cast thou o scold enthuse,to befriend thee,at thy scorn,when thou art belligerent brisky,thyself that with thee,remorse fled?Do i not plead thee,when i narrated thy unholy past,And of myself,all piety too must be cherished?Who detested to be reprooved,that shalt not be fouled?On whose frenetic pace,that thou mayest clamour,with thy disgusting opposite? if thou mopest upon thy guile,do i not clamour in vain,transmogrification of thy eroneous personage and retreat upon thy belligerency with thy domestic remorse? What reproof,do thou refrain that with thy self a prestige,that is dignified,to aplomb when all entreaties doth fall on vile ground;dusted by karaoke of hazy eyes? But Chaste,the mother of moult,for now ,glorify i on thy mud;those that can mutate,thou fretest and of thy self and state,a worse than blind, grimaces thy pleateau.

C.S.150-O from the power of chaste,hast thou this night,remorse to remorse. With full blown repentance,art thou,at the heart being transmogrified?To Make thee wear a new leaf as emboldened face,embelished proof of thy moult, And Befuddled moult doth not disrepute.Whence hast thou this moult refrain,of this beguiling sport that smear thee? that in thy remorse thy deeds,wears its own novel apparel,to sheath its sloven navel,and all fortitude vultured upon its concord.

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Professor Abraham 's Diary : Chapter 10 : - Parson's Black Magic . He must have taken the right lane to racial pride,in an endless stretch of varietated roads and queer streets that barricaded mortal choices,and ambushed by fear and indecision but charting his own course in life,apparently leading to his own personal discovery and eventually rested the case of his own racial ambiguity. Tunde,the first son of Prof. Abraham Popularly known as Bola at the University Of Ibadan,living In his father's mansion at the Grand Cayman's,passing bunch of cottonfields,shunted gaze aside and slowed down his dark blue Cardilac to a halt,shortly rammed his shifting gears into a serene but dusty public park,and hurriedly ransack,a chapter in a book,he had borrowed'Parson's Black Magic' and to basically douse the pocky pie of Passion's Invention as mere creative thinking.Then he zoomed off again,shouting eureka for the discovery,as he squinted against the sun's blinding glare.Holding up the.......

steering with one hand and the other to shield his roving eyes,invested with the inquisitorial power of attorney,and bluntly glanced down at chapter 20,page 250 of this book he'd brought back to help him recall his memoir,a research effort,documenting unsung history of Yoruba's global influence on western civilisation. He had been gone in research for his first decade,in the States,which Was begun,with the pioneering work of his father's research repertoire,and after graduation relocated back to New York.And a great deal,had changed,having confidence,in his racial identity .Now,he was older,smarter and work harder.Gone are days of subserviency,the encroachment of dreadin his intestine,about the superiority of the caucasians. Had had he not chuckled to himself.Blacks,Not Inferior?Since,he moved for the non-degree course,hardly a day,passed by without being caught,with sloven catchpenny of catch-22 nightmare. In the northwest of Alabama,a couple of kluklux clan's get on his nerve.Many had.....

considered him a real jungle ghost of Africa,a real bad boy,one of those niggers,of Harlem,with misery identity,a trash coloured outlaw,that needed to be gunned down.Initially,he Had been as tough as expected but after relocating to the states,and on a short trip to Alabama,learnt to speak out.Had he not hated the the legacy of poverty,suppression,marginalisation and ignorance bequethed to blacks in the States,that he wanted more platforms,to fight long hard,to effect a change,that blacks in the U. S. in general can not afford. But the clan's detective had planned to destroy his dream,even before it was begun. fifteen years ago,he had been threatened in school,by folks of white supremacists for being a smarter kid of the lot,especially for his wizardry as a whizkid.He was threatened with jail over a rickety and unsubstantiated evidence and patriarch's recall back home,change every mockery of histrionics,played out on him.And nowback smarter knew better,how to deal with highly organised but racial crime

Barely had he closed the book,shifted gears into faster drive,and drove to a nearby public library. Infront Of the library park's circular drive,he parked his rental car,across Montesserey Avenue.He had visited the library 4 years ago,prior to renovation and frequented the nearby lodge,not far from the street Casinos and the Boulevaard.Tunde was a bookwork like his father,and could grind bombastic decrepit elements,in a polemics of no return and with the boisterous knack to shout them,should he have his way,fitfully.Hence,inquisitorial drove he like wild boy to the door. Walking the front doorg,the bell rang and book returned and exchanged now for a pack.But the audience that showed up,gave him the heart beat of his life.And excused him abit for a pedestrian,in the voluminous arcadian park,staring at his ignorance and rodeo of blissful bluntness and fur of intellectual funfair.His sarcastic grinsuggests something missingandfunkyplayed.......

This plumpy,middle aged librarian,thus began to fire its salvos and unfold the detective gestation,like a leak from the gestapos,into his graceful arm. " O young boy,frolic nigger,do you know Or have u read about the history of kluklux clan in America?"his grandiose slammed his granular face,later gulped too easily by his gungho's gullies. Now Mr Branson unveiled the poser. "Were you aware,they were stalking you?" squeamish on his heels,moved away paces,from him and stepped back into the gracious entrance ,and then he shouted. " The vultures in America have nothing to loose,but you hapless niggers,old dickens,have everything to loose."he humbugged,with entangled homiletics,humped on a traduce,both the hunches and evidence of stalking,and closed the door behind him,as Tunde,the detective loadestone melt away,deadened in a deadbeat. As if the vehicle,suggested to him,please come inside,let's go and heypreysto,summoned courage, got back in the driving seat,and zoomed..

off from the bedecked park with an enormous bonquet of flowers,hardwoods,glistening underneath the sunlight and gigantic arrays of blossoming trees. Obsessively,he Was an oddity, oddball,who misjudged and underrated potential upset,that the could cause a rift and the extent of public ridicule and racial contempt,that might be hurled,upon those niggers,like he,who sought to oppose white supremacists. Why should he be upset,in defense of colored people,the so called backward races,according to social Darwinists? But Certainly,he was upset,with derogatory remarks,for sometimes,being vocal at the public library,where he had become,a demigod among scholars both white and blacks,in most cases,made his mark,in the rendition of unsung black history. Hence,threat Was begun at this numb and the necessity of getting over painful memories,became more daunting. He drove home the interstate so rapidly,as if being chased under klieglight. Now,he seemed so appealingly vulnerable and briefly.....

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got home,unboard his vehicle,stood aghast at Mr Branson's reminder and for the inklings, it was quite,a mumbo jumbo,until a deserted voice,spoke out of murky dead silence. Shocked to the bonemarrowg,mooched and sombre, but raised his eyebrow. He Was known as Halley after the popular Alex Halley in the 'Roots ' a black flick in America,with popular slave narratives. " Hello Halley, how are you?" he probably unknowingly stoked a burning fire, and hung with carthasis and psychologically infested stir crazy, Tunde lampooned "do i know from Adam? U stalking me right? Are U Kluklux an agent?" "hmmmm" He relaxed abit "what?" staggily struck and thawed with fallen cadence " Were you not aware,we met in the library?" he slipped his arms around him and radiated with smile. " Halley,you throw dread around these days. What really is the matter.Please concentrate on scholarship.which book are u reading now?" George,a...

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Close pal of Branson,unknown to him,cleverly covered up and patted him,on the back and risked a smile " Good for you " "Nope,i ve found out,that if you were fighting for this underpriviledged,they'd kind of single you out for a persecution. That took me about four months to realise until once again recently, Branson's reminder geared me up" . Now he was not afraid,it would hurt,if he was,he wouldn't have spoken out,in the first place,just as he felt in his innermost part,that incessant deaths among blacks and inequal opportunities,afforded them,was not the right thing and a fault on the side of the Caucasians. Somehow,he should have known better,having witnessed death related racial profilings on the increase.Still he decided,to popularise unsung black history . The sun burlied and warmed his hatless head,as he stood silently,waiting for George 's reply and shooting to resume,as he dabbed sweat off his forehead and buttonholed cheeks.As George,a stealthy bilker,baulked directions within his........

bailliwick subsumed,felt his seducing eyes,slowly browbeated him with intense interest,so,the best boy,adjusted to the penetrating light that had been strung to supersede subnatural flux as scholarship topic meandered "Halley,dont be sentimental,forget about stalking horses.Have you read Leadership Gold by Robert Maxwell,he said Are you focused on your strength ? spend sometime to reflect on your strengths and also said succesful people focus on their strengths not weakness.I ve read about a vast hordes and sometimes ragged line of progressive but a strategic line of coherent thinkers,stretching back to Chandler and Ansoff ,not excluding the great Porter and then Mintzberg ,later I came across Gary Hamel a Professor at Havard, And C.K.Prahalad his close mentor,together they wrote "Competing for the Future" find the book in the library,i recommended them to a friend of who was later fond of them. These guys have a way of challenging orthodoxies and statusquo especially,making it difficult,..

especiall Hamel,making it difficult to predict the next line of research." thus again,he was begun with another rapture." Are you aware the origin of management consultancy,contrary to general belief,was not linked,to draw a straight line from Frederick Taylor's Principles Of Scientific Management in 1911,through to evolution of such firms like Booz Hamilton Allen and the like of Mackinsey. Chris Mackenna,a lecturer in management,at... His hammer struck the anvil so intensely at around 2 o clock on the dot.Time to interrupt,he did not. The ragged but boisterous noise,was thwacked by dead silence,and soon fret intensely unsubdued.Too sententious and insensuous,for him to notice nor summon the hammer to a screeching halt. The trenchance,not trepidatious and tremulous bullied forth.Outside its cadence,it was still as dark,when the anvil had rested for once,even in the midnight oil burning,to tranquil 's wishes except for Tunde's Body language gesticulating a recess on the anvil.

As the stunts went,after about 30 minutes,Tunde muttered something unintelligible then disembarked his feet on the gravel and pulled from the saddle and landed infront door,so hastily,his knees,nearly slipped off to a fall and adjusted a little wobbly.There was rashness in his conduct,as could not help but followed his footsteps and now seemed to notice the hardlines surreptitiously buried in his boggy face."Come on Halley" he whispered in whizzing movemement,seconded from Halley's whirl.His voice so tender,it nearly solaced Tunde's raging inferno and his covert and overt sob at seeking soothing palladium. " maybe you dont give a damn to me or about yourself.Perhaps,your rising adrenaline and dread for these faceless stalker" His Jabing Jabbering Jabbed gusto,rythmically stopped but the jagged jangling ambience persisted. For some practical but political expediencies,they were slow,to unlock the door and he couldnt but noticed his apathy and the hearthtrobs,evidenced in his voice,........

The engross was ready. "Dont you understand simple body language?"he munched noisily " Oh,sorry chap! And If there are stalkers,we will gun them down. "as He moved closer to hug him and there were hugs and smiles,to detach them from his miserable lot. Their friendship had often thrived on intellectual discusion and had survived explosions and blasts at the local library,prior to renovation.And thus a new they bantered" You Talked about chris Mackenna's Book,' Hubristic Champions'.He was a lecturer at Said Business School,University Of Oxford,and I think the book was launched in 2006 or thereabout..."jagged and janggled,nailed the anvil,with his hammer. " oh,you are right . Halley,u Just too sound too good,two steps,ahead of me "thrown eulogy in a vertigo,as Tunde finally opened the door at past 3 o clock or half past three And both headed inside. "See, forget the bunkum,forget the trash like Taylor,Peter F. Drucker, Tom Lewis,and those guys,you mentioned.Be it your melange of philosphers

,scientists and technologists,inclusive of their tardy engross of widgets,invents,patents,munnitions and missiles,we the yorubas,being the glory of black race,were instrumental to the succesful evolution of world civilisation ancient and mordern.That is why stalkers wanted to gun me down."he landed the bombshell from space,as if exorcised and binged by his African voodoo. Ocultic Power according was the first salvo,then creative,second salvo creative,as there is a limit to which the latter could go without former's first initial backing. "How do you mean?that is the first am gonna hear this esoteric lie. " George was covered with the mist of nebulous clouds,stammering and stampeded for breath."how!how!! pls,talk"tormented by obscuritist Tunde. His overtone never overslept and he was always hale to the overstate.That way, he had time,to prepare him for the bombardment and bombshell,from the pit of hell. "George,am Happy to meet you once again.Sit down calmly, for the beautiful tales"

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" Halley Am all ears"sitting on a palate, with palatial panache,in a palliative fashion,to help him pander with his panygeric and panoply rendition of ambiguous history that the world can offer. Pall as pallor was fallen on his face and this palsy of pallidity did not abate by the time Tunde turned his palatable globet of Alabama wine and both share glasses to pan out this panoply. George,a Middle aged Caucasian like Branson had fallen respectfully silent,perhaps for the beleaguered mind of a mawkish and minowed matador,whose machismo as a black mafioso,an endangered species,in mainland America,a loudmouth like the loudhailer,a lousied lout,with no frequency modulation of both the bizarre and the expediency,with the lilliputian tendency,to shows blacks,were not in any way,inferior to the caucasians,who according to him ,they mothered according to anthropology.He was no lilly livered and a lightweight,nor a limp in a limpet,to be boxed,into obscurity and unschooled about his cradle.Invariably,out In a thumb...

his lily-white baritone voice,like an alabaster,limbered and suppled through his throat,for firing his cannon and so he confrontthe labyrinth,hitting cylindersraw and polished,and the greatmayhem,thus was begun,a battle of racial flexing and Parson's blackmagic hammered."In the 60s Sir,sorry to say,when you were much younger,say less than than 20 something,were you aware of man forays and giant strides into space"his laden mouth,though still lacerated with skepticism,placid and laconic in la-di-da fashion,filled the lacuna."Yea, it was cool,i witnessed it that historic feat,in my lifetime,dubbed'one giant step or leap for mankind"he quipped. "Were you aware about the fact the invention of thecompass that made globalisation possible and that of gunpowder,was credited to the Chinese?Little didthey know about the People,that civilised the 5,000years old country.The Europeans came with their rocket scienceand still pundits failed to decipher the myserious powers that made possible,this enviable relics

of golden history.Were you aware thatthebiggest innovation in westernhistorywas steam engine? were you aware,that it was first invented inancient Egypt,prior to rediscovery in the medieval,when there was need to pump water out of flooded mines?Today,It had been converted into variegated uses likecars,vehicles,machines,planes,rail and rockets.Now the single biggest invention in mortal history,was the rocket science, and yet,it extensively used blackmagic"he hit bombshell with a jigsaw."what?"jawdropping"it was nothing like that,dont be depressed pityboy,it was just mere thinking,mere creative thinking,soshut up,black monkey.What do you know?"he blastedhis goon of a carapaceand blindvitriolic vituperation."Oh,you still livein thedark,old man pity you.So,can you recall the inventor of that rocket?"he laminated his languour of lameducking,landlubbered,in this context."Who invented the rockets?i wouldnt know,that wasntmy field anyway."his laborious labial,swelledup again longuer and lacklustre,but laissez-faired.

His jinks still jeered in a jiffy"You nigger,what do u know.Tell Me!"he bombed."look,it's going to still be much easier,for us,to disarm disarray,that frivolous infinitesimal mole,tearing us apart and get a dint of the esoteric truth."he validated mildly "You nigger which truth?"his vaporised vapidity parochially vantaged out of expediency. " wait a minute old"retooling to disburse ambience and fact."which truth,you nigger professor"still jeered his mumbojumbo,as decompose rose sternly."that blackman's culture is superior,in any way and by all ramification,because in any construction project,foundation is key and once you get it right,the construction becomes a success.Be rational,for once old man,you goof of a caucasian neanderthal,a cave dweller,robbed with animal skin,ten centuries after the arab civilisation,and thousands of years,after blacks were already dwelling in palatial homes?"he tinged his tinder with burning fire,at full tilt."oh,my goodness, Jesus Of Nazareth,where is your face"he wept like

Jesus Wept and as kennedy wept,when the Russian Cosmonauts,beat the Americans To the game and became first supermen to land in moon,the Yuri Gagarin Boys.History Was never stolen from them."Is that an affront or something you nigger,where did you get your fact?what superiority?"he queer streeted. "Ready to know? Have you the sheerest inklings about the genius of inventive nomenclatures like Jack Marvel Parson's,Weirham Von Braun And stealthy manipulative Sergei Korolev respectively.Old Man you tilt and sheen of crepuscular shennanigan,plead thee,cool down"he pestled gritty and pounded the mortal,as he landed the volley,the sharpish sharpshooter sheepshank,grown sheepish,shelved its momentum and adorn of mannerless sheepskin.When his tuxedo of twaddle left adumbrated,he struggled to alight and counterpoise.He pulled down his face and away and sitting scraggly,demented on the sofa. He Was becoming lushed by superior tact,that built drudgery as moral fabric into the momentum of the somewhat picky racial debates.

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Fathomed that he could see himself better,where he was headed,not much on St.blues queer street parade.His ignorance salved,but even,if he could convince him and trust reliability of his sources and could bear somewhat fairy tales with his ears. Now,with this bigbang,he was coaxed,at full pelt,a consumate discussant,struck in bewilderment,but still hesitating about the affinity with black magic,given the fact,he was embroiled,over context,wherein he could not emend nor emboss,with superior tact and somehow,emitting emollience and excessively emoting.He was on the edge of the argumentative precipice and just managed to stay. George knew Halley so well,since they'd used to rampaging tempest of intellectual discussion ever since the library public and passing to see a friend and a sister,at a spare time also branched,to check on him. He had never lost an argument ever since met.little,wonder,George,though May not admit it was glad with every time,they fell into such discussion.Both had a temper

and almost hated to admit it.Sometimes,scuzzily scurrying With seamless slanderous and scurrilous scalpel,piercing tendons,scalloped like a scallywag,scandalously,scalping,modest indigo of argumentative sanity,that sometimes scared passers by.Such scatological recurrence and smutty verbal sarcasm often tizzily titivate this tiptop of ireful tirade,intoxicated like a tipple,the tittle tattle percipiently,tinkers this contest of the mind.There was a little silence and then he spoke out,putting down the glass cup,to clear his throat,adjusting his position on the sofa"And so,what's the matter with them?"inquisitive,he tenterhooked,but now vamoosed temporised tepidity. "Anyways,these smartest guys,paragons are the mega- celebrities behind the success of western rocket industry."he unleashed the bombshell and with the tag,"blackmagic was their phenomenal but esoteric powers."he pinched,somewhat pilloried,at comfortable distance,that he oggled,in the mutative conviction of the dreary contest...

"Blackmagic!"his indigo,vertigoed once again."blackmagic or creative thinking?"he closed his eyes"jesus christ!"he moderated in a chargrin though his tantrums did not fell so fast to hamper his bubbling zealotry,not to seize hold of the genius of the blue sky,and if possible,lampoon his conspicuous rodeo of rodomotade.A faint sheen of perspiration,flashed on his face,wedged over muffled thumps,mottled with the patches of mudslinging mucillage,from an inferior nigger,as the challenge lingered in the air,unruffled towards Tunde's Whooping sound ofvictory andGeorge still numbed. Thebroad band of the blue sky,outside hisapartment decked withtintedwindow,had not only turned rose but later to red gold and by the time,it was deep indigo, George gazed at his watch,still have 4 hours left for the discussion,before headed to Beverly Hills for a late night flight,barely threw down his stampeding gauntlet.'i still get more time left,to spare'.taking up the cup,to sip abit more."Without blackmagic,they would n't have...

been sung,let alone a smash hit.And you countrified coccoon of an ostentatiously, intellectually ossified goat,whacked by nearsited collision and derailment of maddening osmosis,still ridiculed our culture as inferior and ,still call me a nigger. O,What a weird !"he jibed again as he moved closer to him,stretching his arm and yawning,whilst he was forced to relax his breath,wittingly ,at the unscrupulous ireful goddess of war,laced by hot temper and running lips.His Smoldering look seemed to accuse him with musdlinging catapult,as if a lie was told,with pain and pang,shadowing his hazy eyes,at the time swallowing hard,with a mouth that runs tirelessly but never blank and bland."Now,do you have proof,blackmagic was involved?You ranting of an ant."still jeering "want to define that?"he niggled for nittlegritty,snuggling deep into his sit,engrossed in the loud cadence,as he noticed a soddened reflection of the moonlight on the floor,2hours to go.George sterned at the......

amusing glimpse into their somewhat altercatory friendship and Tunde Smiled but his defences barely slipped a notch and a minute after seized the stage dropping his glass cup. "Now,listen the famed hungarian physicist Theodore Von Karman,invited Young Marvel Parson,into the research planet of Aeronautics Academics.Basically,like great inventors,who simply used holly curiousity,he had no formal college education,but Von Karma believed in him,recognised earlier,his talent and intelligence. He had no difficulty,imbibing and blended easily,with researchers,academia,being naturally charming and was later included in a research group,that dealt with extremely blackfuels project, And so,having made a distinction in research Parson's group was called the suicide squad after a series of failed rocket fuel research attempt,that was caused at Calteth,due To Scandalous safe concerns. This was caused to be moved to a few kilometres of land left closer to San Gabriel Mountains,little above, devil's gate dam. so,.........

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