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For centuries, the Roman Catholic Church has tried to bury her story. But of all the legends suppressed by the Vatican over the years, this is one that refuses to go away. Now, a new film has brought to life the story of the only female pope – and it is being shown this week in cinemas cheek by jowl with the Vatican. And there are plans to bring it to Britain.

For a  church that still treats women as second-class citizens, it is a source of considerable embarrassment and will once again raise the question of whether Pope Joan, as she is called in medieval chronicles, really did exist.
The Vatican claims that she was a mythical figure used by early Protestants to discredit and embarrass Rome.

Pregnant-popeBut the film – which stars John Goodman from Roseanne, David Wenham, last seen with Nicole Kidman in Australia, West End regular Iain Glen and, in the title role, German actress Johanna Wokalek – is billed as ‘a true story’.
And it is a pretty extraordinary story: a woman of devout faith disguises herself as a man to become a priest and is then elected pope.

Only when she gives birth in the street while in a procession in full papal regalia is her true identity revealed – after which, inevitably, she meets a grisly end. What is more, the legend has it that she was English.

Catholics have long been told there has only been one English pope – Adrian IV in the 1150s. But according to many medieval chronicles, John Anglicus – John the English – reigned from AD855 for two years, seven months and four days before the astonishing revelation that he was, in fact, a she called Joan.

Many of the medieval Books Of Popes, the principal source for the history of the papacy during the Dark Ages, record the tale of a young girl born of English missionary parents.
Raised in Germany at Fulda – the final resting place of St Boniface, who had travelled there from his native Devon to convert pagans – it is said she was clever and spent all her time in the libraries Boniface had established.

They stoned the treacherous mother and child to death When she was 12, she was told she could not continue her studies alongside the boys in her class, but had to marry and have children.

She refused and, donning a monk’s cowl and ankle-length tunic to pass herself off as a man, ran away in the company of what some chroniclers say was her teacher, others her lover.

They headed for Greece, a centre of learning, and Joan is said to have impressed all of Athens with her learning. By the 840s, she set off again – for Rome.
It was there that she caught the eye of Pope Leo IV, best remembered for building the defensive Leonine walls that still surround part of the Vatican. Believing, like everyone else, that she was a man, he promoted her to his inner circle and, as he lay dying, recommended her as his successor.

Popes at that time were often elected by popular acclaim of Roman citizens and, thanks to Leo’s patronage, Joan got the nod.
By all accounts, she was a virtuous ruler, powerful orator and even found time to compose church music. Her downfall came when she became pregnant and ended up giving birth in a papal procession.

Some accounts say that a bishop in her entourage – possibly the father of her child – tried to convince the horrified crowds that this was an act of God, who had the power to allow men to have babies.

But the Romans were wilier than that and – depending on which chronicler you read – in their outrage they stoned the treacherous mother and her child to death, or tied her to the legs of a horse to be dragged through the streets of the city until she was dead.
A minority of writers say she was treated with a crumb of Christian forgiveness and – in traditional fashion – was locked away in a convent with her child.

The identity of the child’s father is disputed. A few chroniclers point the finger at the papal librarian Anastasius, who retains a place in church history as an anti-pope who tried to seize the papal throne by force around this time.
Whoever the father was, Pope Joan is a wonderful story and as irresistible for writers and film-makers today as it has been down the ages.

Lawrence Durrell wrote a novel about her, Caryl Churchill featured her in a play, Top Girls, and Scandinavian screen siren Liv Ullmann starred in a 1972 film about her.
But the question is: can the story be true? The straight answer is that it is impossible to say.
The chroniclers who recorded Joan as fact include some of the most distinguished medieval figures, including bishops, archbishops and papal chamberlains.

None delighted in the tale, but recorded it in the interests of accuracy. But they were not eyewitnesses, and were writing 200 to 300 years after the event. A fatal flaw? Well, yes and no, for many of the popes of the Dark Ages who are accepted by the Church have left no other historical record than these chronicles.

Pregnant-pope1What causes Catholicism to accept these shadowy figures as real but dismiss Joan as a tall tale is the fact she was a woman.
And if she never existed, how do you explain three curiosities of Roman life that survive her? First, there is the small wayside shrine or edicola in a back street between the Colosseum and the basilica of St John Lateran that for centuries has been treated by visitors as marking the spot where Joan infamously gave birth.

The Vatican in the 17th century rebranded it with a statue of Our Lady, but it continues to draw those curious about the woman pope. And then there are the eight incongruous designs at the base of the great baldacchino, or altar cover, in the centre of St Peter’s.

The Vatican’s denials only fuel the rumours. Seven show a woman’s face, topped by a papal crown, in various stages of agony. The final one replaces the woman’s face with a baby’s. Below the face is a swollen belly and below that folds of skin that contract to create the impression of giving birth.

Are these, as most experts suggest, just a bit of mischief by the 17th-century sculptor Bernini? Or does their presence, decorating an altar that by tradition is used only by the Pope, suggest that Joan’s legend is not so distant from the heart of Catholicism?

Finally, there is the peculiar pierced chair in the Vatican Museum. A host of medieval travellers record its use in the election ceremony for popes. Before an appointment could be confirmed, the candidate had to sit in the chair, which has a large key-shaped hole cut in its seat. The youngest deacon present would kneel down and reach up and under the chair through the hole to check its occupant was a man.

Why else would the Church employ what is popularly known as the ‘ball-feeling chair’ if Joan had never existed?
This latest film version of the story, La Papessa, is based on a novel by the U.S. novelist Donna Woolfolk Cross that sold well in Germany. It has had a chequered history, with Madonna, Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett and Minnie Driver all having been linked with the project.

The Catholic Church has in the past been quick to condemn films that show it in a bad light – including Angels And Demons, The Da Vinci Code and The Last Temptation Of Christ. However, history has taught the Vatican that when it comes to the legend of Pope Joan, the more it denies the story, the more intrigued people become.

So far, L’Osservatore Romano, the official Vatican mouthpiece, has remained silent about this latest sighting of the English woman who has been haunting it for nigh on a millennium.

WHAT HAPPENED TO MAN?

WHAT HAPPENED TO MAN?.

WHAT HAPPENED TO MAN?

Man……. There have been a strong dispute between science and religion regarding the creation of the earth; there are two sets of beliefs as regards the creation or origin of the universe; creationism and evolutionism. Creationist holds that everything, everyone and every event was made by a creator who most believe to be God or the Great architect. The veracity of each positions have been debated also across numerous disciplines and this have been tagged with evidences and facts, as well as theoretical and logical arguments. Whether farce or fact, the judgment is left to linger and the beliefs are mostly carried on from generation to generation, from Corpenicus to Newton and from Larmack to Darwin.
In the middle ages, man became more interested and friendly with the idea of creationism and this is obvioulsy the groundwork of the church and the reign of theology during this era. Religion became the bedrock of society and the judge to every moral act, it became the yardstick of virtue and the measure of all things. Religion became the focal point and hub of the universe, it made man to put himself as a secondary existence while placing faith as the absolute good. Mankind experienced a drop in intellectual development and almost was heading into an era of “unreasonableness”. This was the era that invited a religion practised by few Jews into politics and made it a state religion for the purpose of individual control of power; Political power. It was during this era that a Roman emperor changed the course of history and rendered the future generation into psychological and moral slavery – The Pope made Christianity a state religion.
Even with the cruelty and mischievous medium used by the church to kill every prospective source of knowledge outside that of “FAITH”, the Renaissance was too strong to succumb to it. A new era was to evade mankind and the church saw the end before it even began. The time then came, when men began to reason outside the box of faith and God, when Latin no longer restrain the thoughts of most intellectuals because they couldn’t relay their thoughts in their own native lingua franca. “REASON” deposed “FAITH”, the chain that tied down human intellect was now broken and the the ‘Renaissance man’ was born.
There was a drastic turn in what has become the most positive era in the history of mankind – the enlightenment… Men began to question the very beginning of life and what the end hold, science came back to be the eye of the world and religion was merely to tame the hearts of man and remember man that he is not alone.
Politics, law and the whole of society was removed from religion as set aside independently. Theories and laws that brought about breath taking development both to man and the society began to spring up but mankind was to pay the price for this “gift”….. Immorality!
Man became unkind to mankind, the very essence and dignity of man was becoming a thing that wa can barely see as myth. Vices envelope man. The modern era and “civilization” came at a very huge price, the human soul and conscience was now lost, war became the game of the rulers and war lords became saints. Technology started replacing man and the essence of knowledge is now forgotten. Man no longer became the measure of all things, something has happened to man and we are paying the price dearly. We now run to the very thing we labelled as enemy – RELIGION.
What does the coming generation stand to inherit? What is the fate of future ages? Is man still the centre of everything that exist? The answers to these ontological questions can only be answered in ages to come. But something is now obvious, man made a mistake to turn away from religion, to jettison the very guide of morality and the yardstick of ethics. We may no longer be able to return to the medieval period collectively but as individual, the combination of faith and reason cannot do evil. If we conform to modernity and accept the ingredient of the technological age and allow it influence our lives, we must not continually drift from the essence of living and we must trace the routes that leads back to morality, we must bring back MAN.

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NIGERIA ANALOGY

This Short Story A Wise Deer and A Cowardly Tiger is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.

There was a dense forest on the sides of a mountain. Many kinds of animals lived in the forest. A deer was eating grass and leaves with her two young ones. The young ones wandered happily here and there. The deer followed her fawns. The young ones entered a cave. The deer was frightened. It was a tiger’s cave. There were bones of dead animals all over the cave. Fortunately, the tiger was not inside the cave at the time.

The deer was trying to lead her young ones out of the cave. AT that time she heard a loud roar. She saw the tiger at a distance. The tiger was coming towards the cave. It was dangerous to go out of the cave now. She thought of a plan. The tiger had come closer to the cave. The deer raised her voice and shouted, “My deer young children do not weep. I shall capture a tiger for you to eat. You can have a good dinner.”

The tiger heard these words. He was disturbed. He said to himself, “Whose is that strange voice from the cave? A dangerous animal is staying inside to capture me. I shall run away to escape death.”

So saying, the tiger began to run away from there as fast as possible.

A jackal saw the running tiger. “Why are you running in great fear?” the jackal asked. The tiger said, “My friend, a powerful and fierce animal has come to stay in my cave. The young ones are crying for a tiger to eat. The mother is promising to capture a tiger for them. So, I am running away in great fear.”

The cunning jackal was now sure. The tiger was a coward. It said to the tiger. “Do not be afraid. No animal is fiercer or stronger than a tiger. Let us go together to find out.”

But the tiger said, “I do not want to take a chance. You may run away. I will be left alone to die. So, I will not come with you.”

The jackal said, “Trust me. Let us knot our tails together. Then I will not be able to leave you.”

The tiger agreed unwillingly to this proposal. The jackal tied their tails in a knot. Now they walked towards the cave together.

The deer saw the jackal and the tiger coming together. She again raised her voice. She shouted towards her children standing inside the cave, “My dear children, I had requested her friend, the clever jackal, to capture a tiger for us. Now look the jackal has captured a tiger for us. He has tied the tiger’s tail to his tail. This is to prevent the tiger from escaping. You will soon have the tiger for our dinner.”

The tiger heard this. He was shocked. He was sure now. The jackal cheated him. So, the tiger decided to escape from the terrible animal standing inside his cave. He started running. He forgot about the jackal. He dragged the jackal over rocks and thorns. In the mad escape the jackal was caught between two rocks. The tiger pulled with all his might. His tail got cut. The jackal was killed in this incident. The tail-less tiger ran away to another part of the forest.

The deer and her young ones left the tiger’s cave. They joined their herd safely.

Presence of mind and intelligence can save from dangerous situations

THE DEBATE

I stand before you today with little fear
Fear of the future that lingers in yesterday
I stand before you knowing that it will only take experience to convince you
I stand before you knowing the very outcome of my fruitless journey
I stand before you with a clean heart
Though my feet have been in the rough
Though my clothes have been washed just twice in their lifetime
I stand before you disadvantaged

When did the day become so bright?
So bright my dark heart can see the light
And there stand my eloquent opponent
With his harlem of halo
With smiles and smirks of satisfactory
Knowing the very outcome of this journey
His fruitful journey

Who will moderate this business?
Will it be the hungry man who will frown at me all day because I can’t feed him?
Will it be the church goer who will give cold shoulders to truthful arguments?
Will it be politician who already imbibe in my opponent the oppulence of vices?
Or will it be my friends who have long sold the ingredient of sanity just for salvation?
But hopeful I am
Hopeful because my only enemy is against the truth….. Truth?

The business has started
The congregation is seated
My heart is getting heated
and there sit my opponent, calm as a lamb
Quiet as a tomb but deadly as a bomb
A nuclear bomb.
The only one who is out here to support me is the wind
The moderator calls on me
How I wish it could be the creator’s call

Their hands stay fallow while I speak
Knowing they are saving strength to applaud my opponent
I quoted Du Bois, Martin Luther, even their very own George Washington
Their conscience seems impressed but their body refuse the feeling
Awaiting my departure with tired faces
Outpouring my emotions in many phases
Relieving them from the ordeal of truth
I retire to  my cold sit while my warm heart continue heating.

Applauds escorted my opponent to his sit
Telling the people what they wanted and keeping the truth away like a Masonic secret, locked up in some tomb.
Only enlightened few can save the truth
Few who understand the symbol of truth
Virtue, Courage, Hope and Integrity.
All of which I lack.
I have lost the debate to flesh
But as bad as it seem, I celebrate
For I have won their conscience.

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How does it feel to be a problem?

Do we trod the famished road with the single hope of an oasis at the end?
The desert sands shall give no mercy to a man of faith;
Let us go then from the lands we baptised with pain
Let us, like Ulysses, set sail like the Vikings;
To mete and dole unequal laws upon a savage race.
Do we weep for the things unseen?
Tell me, my kinsman, how it feels to bring goodluck?
Even when ants have ecstatically ravaged your iron fence.
Tell me how it feels to drink from an oasis
In the patched mind of a thirsty traveller.
Do we weep for the roads not taken?
We say the Kiama bridge and that which goes to Yenogoa
Do we require the gods to tell us where to go?
The soothsayers are out of business now
We have all turned prophets like the people of Eleusis.
The desert sands does not forgive a penitent feet
Neither does the hungry pather puts faith in the gods for a meal
So tell me! Tell me oh kinsman, how does it feel to be a problem?

What does it require of a genius to be a fool?
Does it require being pious?
Does it require taking existence serious?
We were sent here to build a hole
A hole which we have built so deep that we no longer see the light
I gave a penny to a beggar and he gave it to his brother in penury
I clean the guillotine daily, only to be stained with the blood of feeble minds.
Finding myself alone
Only for my solitude to be arrested by thoughts of things I had lost.
When I walked from Carthage to Karnem-Borno, there were no tears of burnt and scratched metals
When I listened to Homer, there were no use of afflicting words
When I slept in homes carved out from the intelligence of Masons, there were no natural disasters.
The Aare-Ona-Kakanfo has refused to return
Maybe the age grades should hunt for him
Just make sure the Sultan is still on seat when I return
If I do not return then I am your problem.

 

BY ORHERO MATHIAS & FREEMAN DAVID

TURNING INTEGRITY INTO ACTION

 

The word integrity originates from the Latin word integer which literally means “whole” or “complete”. According to http://www.wikipedia.com, integrity is a concept of consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations, and outcomes. Integrity generally involves the adherence to a particular behavior or code of conduct which is considered by most to be right. During the classical period, scholars and statesmen were concerned so much about virtue and an acceptable life style considered by most to be appropriate, and most of all which do not negate the laws of natue. Emphasis was laid on the moral and ideal part of life rather than the material aspect; statesmen pursue reverence and glory with moral and astute political thoughts and actions. Integrity was something to be proud of and it exhibited in all of the Greco-Roman empire, Persian empire, and the traditional Africans which some of the influence we still enjoy today. The advent of civilization brought a halt to this perfect society of integrity and virtue, men became polluted, men started to lose their conscience and decadence started to evade mankind.

Integrity can be understood both in practice and in theory; it is a corporeal concept as well as an abstract concept. Ethicist considers the issue of integrity to be more of the abstract but in the midst of modern political scientists and social scientists as a whole, integrity has been more of what we exhibit and see in our daily activities.

Politically, integrity is a quintessential tool towards transparency, trust and good governance. Today, integrity has become a scarce commodity and it remains so even more in the African continent. Nevertheless, few individuals in the political corridor can boost of this scarce commodity. In the religious world, I see integrity as the soul of spirituality but today it is merely a farce. Hypocrisy and materialism cripples the religious leaders and I sometimes wonder if they even consider giving little credence to integrity.

Integrity for me is more of action than theory or abstract. No matter who you are, what you do or where you are, integrity applies to you. If you are a teacher in a nursery school, why not show integrity by treating all your students equally and giving each of them what they deserve according to their performance. If you are a doctor, show integrity by respecting the Hippocratic Oath.  A university lecturer should be upright in his relationship with students without any regard to gender or tribe and should access students with merit. Political office holders should bring integrity to action by fulfilling their manifestos and oath of office, and abstain from any malpractice. Students are not left out in the practicability of integrity, the avoidance of social vices and a strict principle of educational success is enough to show that we have a trait of the classical society. Integrity as a concept should not remain abstract but should have pragmatic relevance to our lives and nation at large. Great men who we have learnt about did not just become what they are; it took a huge chunk of integrity. Great men like Martin Luther King Jnr, Malcom X, Chinua Achebe, Gani Fawehimi, et al. 

Finally, the practicality of integrity is not a collective duty; it is more of a personal task. So anywhere one finds his or herself, integrity should be the cornerstone of whatever you do. It should be the template of human development which is lacking in our dear country Nigeria; it should be our guide towards a new and reformed nation.

 

Who died?

We entered the town, without awareness of so much dirts and smells 
Too grieved to admire the green bushes that welcome us 
Too grieved to wave back at this naked children 
Too grieved to even admire the market and local fruits that colours it. 
As noisy as the vehicle, only whispers of spooky birds pierced my ears 
The locals seems excited, maybe they bury their dead with laughter. 

Sounds of drums and flute informed me that we were in heaven; his heaven. 
As I climbed down this cold vehicle, my memory was clouded with terror 
Terror of life as a phase where we are just emptiness and meaningless 
Terror of life as a struggle that is fated to fail 
Terror of life that makes me question the ONE who started the whole process. 
Feeling reluctant to drop my feet, I finally felt the cold and rough soil beneath my sole…… Sordid. 

I greeted my fellow mourners with silence 
I greeted them with thoughts of guilt, as though we all have killed this man. 
There were more mourners than more friends 
There were more space for us to join this man in the casket; such expensive casket. 
‘This man is handsome’, I whispered to my inner self who only see the ugliness in his life deeds; I disagreed though. 

Such a lineage he left behind 
Will this clan even miss his name? 
Or will they forget him like the rest in my own village? 
Maybe they will just pretend to donate some sympathy while they wait for refreshment 
This dead man is sure sad. 
May be he’s sad for not being able to choose when to die 
May be he’s sad to live such a long life 
May be he’s sad because of this disturbance 

As the mourners dance around him, I saw faces that only frown because of the debt the dead owes 
Faces that are eager to confirm if he’s really dead. 
Faces that rejoices over the harem he left behind. 
This dead man is sad. 

After all the activities of hypocrisy, my friend was then being rolled in a ground dug by strange hands 
In a ground dug with silver shovels while his life was that of a wretched rat. 
The ground was deep 
May be because they were scared of his reincarnation 
Maybe they were irritated by the smell 
Maybe the man snores too loud. 
My good man has been buried 
Just like my birth. 

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