Brains over Barriers

By Enebeli O.M.A.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: May 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798823082525

Enebeli O.M.A.

The author is an accomplished writer, poet, Information Technologist consultant and many more notations to other fields of endeavour. He is reasonably introduced in his book titled: The Proud Villager, Brains Over Barriers and FOES (Friends Or Enemies Standing). In this book: Symbolic Symbiotic Zero, he has spoken his inner feelings through so many poems about all the political traducers and psychopathic sycophants who would not work for the betterment of the downtrodden masses that toiled under all cataclysmic weather to ensure a very smooth and fair extension of positive hearts to their elevations through either democratic voting or riggings through impositions or back door party selections and what have you.

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© 2023 Enebeli O.M.A. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

The characters herein are mine. Any resemblance to real or fictional people is strictly part of your imagination. Some places in the story are real and some are fictional.

Published by AuthorHouse 04/26/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8253-2 (sc)

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8252-5 (e)

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CONTENTS

Author’s Anthology: Potpourri of Perspectives

Recommendation

Validation and Hazy Bottlenecks

Content Summary

Marketing Summary

Acknowledgement

Dedication

Chapter 1 Sunset

Chapter 2 Sunrise

Chapter 3 The American Samaritan

Chapter 4 Veni Vidi Vici

Chapter 5 Mainland Sojourn

Chapter 6 Pain and Happiness

Chapter 7 Epoch Ends

Glossary

The Birth of a New Dawn

Happy Reading

About the Author

AUTHOR’S ANTHOLOGY:

POTPOURRI OF PERSPECTIVES

I am The proud Villager from both geographical hemispheres with enough urbanization stuff and a magnificent and drilled Brains over the barriers. Foes (Friends or enemies standing) abound everywhere one turns, but, with perseverance most torments and backstabbing fuse in a time warp, evoking the timeworn aphorism that Sweet are the uses of adversity. Trust (The rigours under sadistic transgressors) cannot be cheaply given when one has the pocket pamphlet of wisdom. A day with an elite American Marine would make any right-thinking man commit to memory Quantico (The Marines’ home). No Wambling, queasy and hallucinating when one works side by side with a Marine because they are tough and obey laid down rules with military precision.

World political rumblings bring about The inequality quality in equality as the rife bearings of the operators are the Quantitative equation of political taxidermists. Yes, raw politics attracts assorted and unproven hidden deaths. These are practicable Indelible sins of unforgettable yesterday that have her plumes, buds, and nodes from unexpected individuals and quarters to grope in the darkness looking or searching for the improbable ladder to exit the dungeon.

Despite the setbacks inherent in life niche, Generations of positive knowledge competitors grappled with facts and their proven sources to rip RIP-Alternative facts that are operated like sifting the wheat from the chaff. A theory that is known by most. That again brings about all the Vampiric born again consultants who defy proven norms to deface and make their irritable deceptive words and actions to further their inebriated and bibulous acrimonies against a once decent and peace compatible society. They invented several codes that included some Codes of presidential imbecility that attracted much Above the subservient breaking point.

The voice of the intellectually caged was freed by the Amazing Amazon with the blessings and elucidation of Symbolic symbiotic zero, but amid all these stirring deadly times lay The abuse of silence and distance (SAD) that continued unabated with the palpable offenders Swimming in jar and gyre -- trapped and sinking to the abyss. The groundwork begins….

Author’s anthology: a potpourri of perspectives is a sequel to The Birth of a New Dawn.

EO111414022018MA (ARR) Ex Cathedra Martinet (Enebeli Mike A.O.)

RECOMMENDATION

I seriously recommend this book for University or tertiary English language students, higher secondary school level students and speakers at functions or occasions and many more. You will be surprised and happy for taking the dip. Nothing good comes easy, which is why as the author of this book, I am making a sound claim of recommendation to anyone who wants to upgrade by adding and replenishing his knowledge. I know the immense help it will be to whoever reads it, with the same passion it was written and passed on. It is like the dispersal of seeds that multiplies with every germination and crossbreeding. I assure you of being the new person of tomorrow’s knowledge and a better manager of yesterday’s. I strongly recommend this book to everyone seeking leisure, past time and as stated in the opening sentence, it will elevate you to new unforeseen heights. It will be an honourable and unforgettable experience so positively made to advance your knowledge for the good of humanity. Delve and savour. Happy reading.

Enebeli Mike A.O.

VALIDATION AND HAZY

BOTTLENECKS

Follow the norms and etiquette of a system so hazy.

Systems that bottle you up if you allow it.

Systems marred by bureaucracy and bureaucrats.

Hard hidden hibernating transgressors of the status quo

Rejections spur the indomitable and sane to greater heights.

Thy synopsis is enough self-validation than others running afar.

Not in the mood to bribe my way through validations and certifications.

The only plausible and acceptable validation is the I in me for me in I

The I and Me have jointly spoken and no doubts.

Fear of external aggressors and intrusions turned regressor platoon parades dimmed.

Never wait for laziness to turn wrinkles to go.

Decide comprehensively following the trends at daylight timing!

Hard variable writers of times understood, why not me or you.

Get down and burst the retrogressive immaterial balloons home of nothingness.

The bassoons sounding melodious are the players.

Some decorated but fake Pub houses blindfolded by cataracts and dark blind angles.

Nothing remains the same -- metamorphosis is gradual but happening.

The voices against literary poisons are here to stay for the good they mean for man.

Rejection and endorsement are surmountable hurdles in broken icy norms.

I trust me in I and the I in me wholly and conclusively.

Begging myself, conscience and being are completely out of the insidious, heinous man-made and model equations.

I own and polish my shoes my way without questions and questionnaires.

The need for rejection is a self-discerning writer’s pedigree seeking his mathematical perigee.

Out of many lies the most sinister one vanity house. Beware.

Determination, persistence, and doggedness in thee hold thy dissemination.

No trusted thoughts and beggarly ways to the knoll. It’s you and only you.

Avoid the hydra-headed truculence that permeates the vicious circle of retrogression.

Validation that you await does not await you.

EO190024042016MA (ARR) Ex Cathedra Matinet Visier (Mike Enebeli)

CONTENT SUMMARY

Brains over Barriers is a sequel or continuation of „The Proud Villager". The Sahara desert has her most endearing beauty from the air and on land exudes her mixed beauty with incontestable fright to the Lily-livered sojourner. A very vast inhospitable terrain conquered by the invading illegal immigrants from mostly West Sub-Saharan Africa, supported by their peers from the East, North-East and North-West of the continent in search of Greener pastures in Europe. One of those infinitesimal reasons of brain drains in most parts of the affected countries of the continent.

Illegal immigrants are the bravest in any society. They possess the most unimaginable, invincible lethal weapon of all times in their arsenal that could elude all scanning machines ever made and still being conceived by man, all sniffing dogs and any known man-made control checks that have ever existed, which they carry all about undetected and could be used to their advantage anytime anywhere for their daily operational survivals. The Proud Villager called their weapon of mass destruction, reconstruction and new construction - Their BRAINS.

Most sojourners who had fallen for the Unknown had suffered assorted despicable deprivations of indescribable magnitude from their various governments of the day and cushioned by endless insidious individuals that aid one of the most disrespectful trades women are forceful to partake in willfully and mostly by coercion. A trade better called Jihad al nikah, Arabic meaning of sexual holy war

Everyone involved is appalled by events after setting off into the Unknown but they still find solace in that distant life of excellence and fulfilment outside the shores of the African continent.

How would their aims and dreams be accomplished? Find out as they give credence to the truth and sincerity of their purpose.

MARKETING SUMMARY

Brain Over Barriers shows a country and continent dichotomized by all humanly negative existing factors and unethical behaviour by entirely very hostile host Northern African countries against a people who did not fault except for being illegals. Neighbours who saw themselves as better than their dark-skinned peers of the same continent because of their skins. Neighbours who call themselves Arabs to make a clean difference of not being Africans and neighbours that call themselves Africans when there was that need to gain favour and support from those dark-skinned people they so despise. Neighbours that could better be described as insidious and invidious.

The Hoity-Toity, insidious, invidious, invincible planning among people and government officials in most of the Sub-Saharan African and European countries to revalidate, reinstalling systematic slavery and prostitution in very many ways unknown to humanity, in a modern world is indeed very difficult to comprehend in the unsuspecting and unfathomable mind.

Some illegal immigrants who for the want of greener pastures in Europe ended up as corpses, prostitutes, truncated and modelled slaves in their Sahara-bordered countries. A people cheated, duped, enslaved, beaten up, chased about like failed tethered goats, some driven deep into the desert and abandoned to fate, emasculated and emancipated by their Arab Saharan bordered neighbours. Despite all the man-made odds, the Sub-Saharan Africans make all the running facts like fiction out of unrecognized self-pity to show the warmth and rage they are mostly made of. They created bonds of love, hope and aspirations for a new dawn and opportunity, knowing that giving up in the face of those invincible odds would create doom and cataclysm for them and their aspirations. Only a fraction of them would sing Veni Vidi Vici just as not all soldiers that go to war survive to tell tales about their experiences, but how? Read on.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

It is difficult for some people to fit into the man-made status quo. I sincerely and humbly did not intend to make headlines pedigree other than imbibing through strenuous hard work emanating from my conjecture to inform people all over the world about some more than enough cocooned incidents that had existed for decades (if not as time could reckon) unnoticed, now being made bare to everyone that cares, through a very rigorous narration from my personal experience and perspective, first-hand available information. Every human being has that endowed performance with something special embedded in him or her that exudes some inherent golden opportunities. Everyone just needs that gentle and Midas touch to be able to push and discover them cosmically to align ourselves with the trends of the times.

I am truly happy and essentially humbled to be associated with all those that urged me to make my thoughts and experiences count in the unrelenting maze of modern heaps of real-time sharp information techniques. You have all given me the rare but radiating privilege not easily come by on a platter of gold. It is worth mentioning, how you all positively urged me on and kept me trudging on seriously but happily on my toes to make my best better with the utmost we could achieve together in the instance. All of you who urged me on through your different ways of support are my team extraordinaire from the very first day and remained consistent, supportive and unwavering in your different but substantial professional helpful advice and encouragement. You all gave me a good lighted dark passage at a point I thought the book was almost at a dead end.

Not all doctors take the Hippocratic Oath because of their professional differences and diversifications; you all that supported me in one way or the other were seriously different but collectively aligned to a side of your common and respective briefing, removing all differences that would have brought about and bugged the reality of my envisaged goal. The success of it all was not pre-empting me with your entire noble, good and logical understanding of the human strata. You respectfully made me one of the wholes.

On the other hand, you defended me like good lawyers that know their onions would do, not like lawyers that graduated into dormancy and find it very Herculean to defend a hungry housefly that perched and proboscises on secreting sore content.

Thank you all for giving me the opportunity and chance to prove my mettle to the wider world. You have all created, sharpened and shaped my views and visions, which have all been realigned to a model modern world.

If I waited to remember every detail of history to seep through or for every single piece of information before publishing this book, I would wait for eternity with nothing substantial to show. No real-life history is completely exact and pinpoint, as they must have transpired and transcended time in many undeniable ways, but her place of reality in history persists in importance and remembrance.

My special thanks go to all my children, grandchildren, my great wife Anny, my childhood friend Adeke Mike and his entire household and to all my other friends who for the sake of space are not mentioned here but saw the wise decision in my good purpose of writing down my overdue experience and thoughts together. Your incessant reminders broke my many years of procrastination.

I am sure that you all mentioned here and every other reader will enjoy reading this book where incipient frustration tamed incivility of some inchoate people on how a man should explore noble enduring believable encouraging lecithin inclement for a functioning world.

Your positive high standards have collectively led my mind to the grandiose passion effervescences that culminated in the birth of The Proud Villager and subsequently Brains Over Barriers. Once more, millions of thanks to you all.

Enebeli Mike Okwus

DEDICATION

The Proud Villager is dedicated to my maternal and paternal grandparents, my children, grandchildren, endless great-grandchildren, my dear wife Anny, and my parents who despite their long life like many other family breadwinners sustained our household with the meagre they were able to toil for and remained very steadfast all through their God-given tenure on earth, to Adeke Mike and his entire household and with deep heartfelt concern all illegal immigrants around the world who for the want of the Golden Fleece and other myriad of reasons and intents found themselves webbed up in foreign lands from:-

Poor governance and negligence with that daily mindfulness of a false dawn.

Suffered from leaders that exhibited hydra-headed outposts of tyranny.

Leaders who have vented their spleen and official anger on the common man.

Leaders who look pious on the outside, but have all the innate coatings and bearings of sarcastic domineering.

Leaders who detest grassroots combing of facts and events from the popular perspective and agreements with her citizenry.

Leaders that portray themselves as gargantuan honourable with very inordinate, dehumanizing and dishonourable conduct.

Leaders‘‚ epithets do not match the torrents of the impostor titles they forcibly carry to the detriment and dwarfing of the common man.

Leaders who are just by chance leaders.

I still dedicate the book as I salute all immigrants that originated from South and North Americas, the Caribbean Islands, the Middle East, Asia and Africa. You are all the bravest of any established community with your resolve to see things accomplished. You have the resilience hidden in your positive plans with your sombre voices, and yet you are the most desperate intelligent human most valuable content, your brains.

To those of you that met their untimely deaths while trying so hard not to be among the downtrodden, I say Rest In Peace and to those that survived and still living after those arduous and very tortuous journeys on whatever means everyone may have used to get across, I say: - „Never fail to appreciate daily the good works of God in your life". Pray for the living and dead heroes and comrades unknown. There is hardly any African immigrant anywhere that does not understand indignation, and indentured servitude either through experience or feelings. They all know that no man wants to live and contend with racial profiling, stigma, ignorance and daily total fear of the unknown.

I love you all.

Enebeli Mike Okwus.

CHAPTER 1

Sunset

Just as Randy started to find his place in life’s present alcove, strata and status quo, he realized that life was effervescence for all, but depended mostly and solely on everyone to deeply look into his or her private and personal crystal balls, making the best result oriented applications offered therein. Life demanded unalloyed probity from each and everyone that inhabits her part of the galaxy with all the rudiments of never-ending attached to irredeemable dynamism.

The years before were his intervening years like for every other normal person. Whatever one is considered finished or ended, certainly has another defined beginning in whatever categorized sphere of existence. It is just like a mutant is an end to an orderly natural action or reaction with the certainty of some invincible actions of continuity in a different form that goes to say, that metamorphosis is a continuous action and reaction. It never allows stagnation, but an enduring and alluring dynamism.

He was down-to-earth and abysmally courageous enough to break the existential risks and fears of all human entrenched, expected and unexpected barriers. The barriers were there undoubtedly hidden and remotely invincible. He got them debugged directly in a binary chip manner.

Randy paid for his ticket through a connection man, as was always the case. On the appointed date of the travelling, he arranged his things and set out to the harbour near Massif in Tripoli. He was checked in after being searched if he had any dollar notes on him. They hated dollars in public and will not compromise anyone and more so a foreigner to have it on his person. The irony of it all was that while the boarding country hated dollar bills the recipient country would not allow anyone into their country without enough amounts of dollar bills being declared at the entry point.

They boarded the ship and had been warned not to come back into the country. Some people that came back into the country on a ship were arrested, detained and tortured in Zanzu for an indefinite period. Randy had heard about it before and had seen one of the many that had the physical experience at the harbour and was later taken to the Zanzu after some unwarranted beatings and uncalled-for interrogations. They said it was always a harrowing experience. Despite all the hardships and denials, people still took the gamble and chance of leaving the country. Most foreigners damned the consequences in the end if it failed to work out as planned. Their ship started to sail from Tripoli via Benghazi city. They spent some days at Benghazi harbour for some reason arising from one of the passenger’s previous criminal undertakings. The passenger was arrested because he had duped another man in Benghazi and ran to Tripoli from where he had tried to make his way to Turkey. The passenger had a human printing machine on board the ship. The man he duped was a fellow foreign immigrant who was a magnate and versed in the human printing machine business. He reported the case to one of his Libyan officer friends who in turn used his official powers to make the necessary contacts to track the culprit passenger down after he had been tipped off that the culprit was on board the ship that left Tripoli for Turkey. Luck ran against the man when the ship was intercepted in Benghazi by the Libyan security service. He hid somewhere inside the ship. Everywhere was searched for him but yielded no result till his girlfriend was asked to talk to him through the public address system appealing to him to own up. Randy was surprised as the events unfolded because the man in question had approached him to take his woman ahead to Turkey. Though there was no agreement between them if there had been an agreement, Randy would have been in a problem he did not know the root cause of. Little did he know that he had committed a crime against a fellow immigrant with nemesis taking her toll on him inside the ship. The journey was supposed to have taken them only three days