1.0Mathematical 7https://mathematical7.com/m7rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="j3gSZawg5D"><a href="https://mathematical7.com/m7/my-political-diary-day-47/">My Political Diary – Day 47</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://mathematical7.com/m7/my-political-diary-day-47/embed/#?secret=j3gSZawg5D" width="600" height="338" title="“My Political Diary – Day 47” — Mathematical 7" data-secret="j3gSZawg5D" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://mathematical7.com/m7/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> https://mathematical7.com/m7/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/hand_writing.jpg275183It is already the day after. Last night, after a fantastic round of tennis I slept like a baby, feeling refreshed and on top of the world. So, let no one feel sorry for me because when I arrive Lagos today I shall celebrate the great political miracle that took place in Ogun State which requires some deep thinking to appreciate. Let me guide all my Diary readers into our Creator's way so that they can all join me in celebrating rather than mourning what they may wrongly perceive as my 'failure' to win the elections and be governor of Ogun State. My sports background has prepared me well for this. Remember what I had often written about the Olympic mantra of which I am a global advocate and preacher that 'at the Olympics, you do not have to come FIRST to be a WINNER'. When you have played football or any sport up to my level, you will learn to appreciate and apply that deep philosophy to the rest of life. Remember my encounter with Dotun, an aide in the current government who told me arrogantly that they had left me to my own political designs because I did NOT pose any threat to their winning the elections, and that at the polling booths on election day they know I cannot have the financial capacity to match their 10 to 20 thousand Naira payments to agents, other officials and voters. I did some arithmetic and realised he was right. Those figures were simply out of this world for a man that has not dipped his hand in blood money, has not looted State or any treasury, is not ready to compromise principles and will not mortgage his soul to the devil. One thing I was certain about is that there was no way the Creator of all things would discard the tears and cries of the masses that fill the air. There was no way he would turn his back on the prayers that came from all corners of the State in duplication to Him. I was a witness to the wailing and the prayers of the poor in Ogun State, and I believe I was 'conscripted' by the Elements to play a part in the battle against the tin god that has arrogated to himself the power to determine their fate as well as that of an entire race. To capitulate to such brazen power display is deny the Creator's omnipotence and eternal presence in our lives, and to allow the souls of the impoverished people to be sold to Marmon, forever. The kind of money to be deployed at the polling booths is the weapon of the enemy of the poor people to destroy the homogeneity of the Yoruba in Ogun State, separating brothers and promoting permanent ethnic divisions forever. Money was, thereafter, going to become the ultimate tool of enthroning maximum rulers in the State against the wishes of the people that elected them. So, the Universe saw their designs and reacted accordingly, again.