Ben Djagba is an avid writer. His passion to write for publications. He mainly writes on human rights issues. Ben Djagba was featured on Utah news and TV interviews for his passion for community advocacy. For Ben Djagba, everyone has the wits and the wills to excel in life.
Aside from his degree in Biochemistry, he has BS in Political Sciences from the University of Utah, a Master degree in Communication and Writing for Publication from Westminster College, Utah. Ben Djagba holds an MBA from Western Governors University, Utah.
Ben spent over 15 years as a public servant in Utah. As a community servant, Ben has pioneered many community self-reliance programs in Utah. His dedications to community self-reliance struck the attention of many in Utah. He was awarded by Utah Governor, Gary Herbert for his Excellence in Humanitarianism.
Ben hailed from Togo, West Africa. He came to the USA over two decades ago. He lives in Salt Lake City, Utah with his spouse and two daughters.
Where dwells our fate! The so-stagnant stalemate within Togo benefits no-one, almost. When people decry, one is to ear [SIC] the echoes of the crying souls. Two tugs stare angrily at each other. The winner takes it all. We the people of Togo echo, no injustice along our fateful wills. The people of Togo speak and spew the regime of Gnassingbe. There is a flare-up, every so often. The militia’s heart hardened, evil-commanded will fire at all cost; the cost penniless fortifies us. To our understanding, nothing more or less will make the iron-seated unmoved. The regime is hardened to the cries of its people. We will retaliate with mushroom marches, the firing rifles and the artillery barrage are just what makes up believe that negotiating with the crooks and cronies is not an option for our freedom. We march to dislodge the regime and kaput it from the ground up.
As over and over, as ever, there are deaths. An add-on to those thousands who lost their lives so-tragically in the fight for freedom in Togo. The past moves us not to surrender. Nor is the current status-quo a lesson learned. Nothing moves beyond. Nothing is archived until something is achieved. The RPT-UNIR utterly pointless resistance to grasp to power is the confrontation that no-one can resolve, but only through the unified resistance of Togolese.
Game theory, as explained by Thomas Schelling, “Two or more individuals have choices to make, preferences regarding the outcomes, and some knowledge of the choices available to each other and of each other’s preferences. The outcome depends on the choices that both of them make … There is no independently ‘best’ choice that one can make; it depends on what the others do.” And we will not compromise any longer. They will maximize their gains in any and all things - negotiations.
Individuals, groups, states and other entities negotiate for a variety of reasons: to resolve conflict, to gain an advantage, to achieve amicable relations, to maintain peace and avoid war and so on. Successful negotiations often result when the parties operate on basic principles of fairness, good faith, trust, honesty, integrity, and a commitment to promote mutual benefit and satisfaction for a win-win outcome. But none of these parameters apply to zero-sum games. Purification roots in negotiations to resolve conflicts, to gain purity not punitive, to achieve win-win, to uphold peace and avoid social warfare and so on.
The regime RPT-UNIR, fearing to lose authority and face, refuses to relinquish power – pan-holding for further talks. We, Togolese argue, quite correctly, that negotiating with evil-corrupts will no longer be an option. Enough! Lives have been lost and disrupted. We must get what it asked for. Faure Gnassingbe and his cronies must speed up their kaput.
Within our memories, so much for the past lives us; yes it is the unbalanced power separating us. Your wasteful confrontation amidst the bullets that graze us fear us not. What separates the RPT-UNIR and his cronies from the peasant Togolese hangs ghosts-like, ready to explode. As the regime of Gnassingbe casts a terrible repellant over us, we urgently request to defeat for we gnash no longer.
As we grow tighter and unified, the regime is sealed. The winner takes it all. The thousands of Togolese on streets are determined. We are determined not to entrench. We will not budge. I am certain in the bird-minds of the cronies, miraculous deals are being fetched and hatched. I am sure. Time is the essence to showcase the crooks are grown up.
Can the status-quo, stalemate come to an end?
Obviously, yes. It's fading; it's ending. Nothing lasts for long-ever. As Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem, Ozymandias.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Yes, empires crumble. Fury regimes do fall. Iron-kingdoms dust. And people endure. The people of Togo remain robust. In fact, far more united than before. The crooks have bird intelligence. The cronies murkily share some traits. Their stubbornness and inflexibility to shoot and kill, and a secretiveness in blooding as they thirst. The vampires adore quailing.
Unbeknown to them, our deep-seated bitterness drives us on-shore. No armored-gun can move us an inch. All we require is political will. We are determined to end the stalemate and put the past behind us. We now know that our painstaking anger is up. Let it therefore end. And it must end now before further suffering is inflicted on the land of our forefathers. Slanting us is – of course – only a good beginning. For, there is no timetable. We only request the regime to fade deep out-off our mighty land.
As the regime vows blasphemies upon the recent appeal from church leaders, the delusional political posturing and showmanship at its best is a foolhardy misunderstanding and underestimation of the power of God. The crony dictatorship is clueless. Evil amounts their bird-mind. We must stave off the total collapse because they cling to power even when the life support is decaying. They will not relinquish power. And if push comes to shove, they will shovel to the last second to defend their Potemkin Village. They are living one day at a time.
The inexorable finish-line and withering away of RPT regime, once a cakewalk to power for Faure Gnassingbe, could now hasten its bitter departure from earth. As Togolese dust for their freedom, we dig deeper Faure Gnassingbe.
Frederick Douglass once laid it, “Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without plowing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many glasses of water. The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.”
Togolese are no longer emotional; we are cerebral. Just to be crystal clear, there is nothing wrong to walk to our freedom. The massacres and raging against RPT-UNIR crimes against humanity is the mantra that irons us.
My minutes go out to misEvil Cinamon Lawless, the goddess of intraniette [SIC] as she is skilled in fairy tales. Apeer [SIC] than all apes, you must be taught some good old tricks that no longer work. Your ass is just a piece of rag on fire. You can canonize on being the asshole you are. Time and time, you will become an ape, noonering [SIC] at daylights. Cutting of internet services is what I call resentment; drinking a teaspoon of poison and hoping it will kill us. The goose's good is the gander's good. Keep it in mind.
Einstein states: “If I had an hour to solve a problem and my life depended on the solution, I would spend the first 55 minutes determining the proper question to ask, for once I know the proper question, I could solve the problem in less than five minutes.”
For us, we've spent 50 years canonizing on your rough-rag regime. Our answer echoes our sole determination to grab the regime RPT-UNIR to offshore. In the end, what truly matters is not the size of the armored-gun. What truly matters is what we mutter. It's the courage to confront the oppressor. We are determined to free-up the chuckles to boredom. Togolese are change-hungry and thirsty.
Our huminity [SIC] stood up once again. Stretching our divine destiny, we have come to shake them up. Jean-Jacques Rousseau, in the Social Contract, declares, “Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains. One thinks himself the master of others, and still remains a greater slave than they.”
Belatedly, as his late father, Eyadema Gnassingbe, Faure Gnassingbe is also hardening himself to prove that, despite his repeated cathartic self-consciousness that he is the handmaiden of his father. Faure Gnassingbe is still thriving to prove to the people of Togo that he is a different, a breed from his doo-doo father. Perpetuating an image of a dictator- a foe. Oh! Oh! Behold those thousands of people you've killed. Oh! Oh! Decry those underage students your bullets crazed for the sake of your birth-minded criminal wrong-doing. Capo di tutti capi, be it the need to live up our faded-dreams under the ragtag of the hoops of the Gnassingbe.
Cunning! Your ruthless tug-mastermind to sign off -rubber stamp- our fate is not an option. Your sulfur-coated crap is nothing more than a bungee -con game; an attempt to divert our attention from the fact that the regime RPT/UNIR is on life support. You are sure on your last legs. The clock is ticking! The “holy-cows” and “min-nows” are what you now think of, for you decide to salvage the people of Togo.
Dictators hate change. They hate to be challenged. They love the status-quo. They are good at one thing. And only one thing, creating fear. In his book, The Prince, Niccolò Machiavelli echoes "I say at once there are fewer difficulties in holding hereditary states, and those long accustomed to the family of their prince, than new ones; for it is sufficient only not to transgress the customs of his ancestors, and to deal prudently with circumstances as they arise, for a prince of average powers to maintain himself in his state, unless he be deprived of it by some extraordinary and excessive force; and if he should be so deprived of it, whenever anything sinister happens to the usurper, he will regain it."
Power does corrupt. And absolute power absolutely hardens the heart of a dictator.
Robin Sharma, echoes "It's only when you mastered the art of loving yourself that you can truly love others. It's only when you have opened your own heart that you can touch the hearts of others. When you feel centered and alive, you are in a much better position to be a better person."
Listening over and over to the lyrics of Pete Seeger and Lee Hays:
"If I had a hammer/…/ If I had a bell…/ If I had a song…/
I’d sing it in the morning/ I’d sing it in the evening/All over this land
I’d sing out danger/ I’d sing out a warning/I’d sing love between/
My brothers and my sisters ah-aaah/All over this land…
Look, I got a hammer/ and I got a bell
and I got a song to sing/all over this land
it’s the hammer of justice/a bell of freedom yeah
it’s a song about love/between my brothers and my sisters all over this land…"
I too have a beautiful song for Faure Gnassingbe and his crooks:
“TOGO” I get a song to sing,” DENYIGBA“.
"Even if I pass to die [SIC] todie [sic]
My Fore Fatherland [TOGO]
Hail be my honor
Yes, I thrive, yes the future to come thrives
Tomorrow, the brightest place on earth
Where dwell Humankind and Glory."
We have all eyed the result of a united front the first week of September 2017. The regime was brought down to its knees when it faced the most power-glaring force on our forefather's land: a strong, united resistance spewed the cronies. The historical lesson we come to prescribe is straightforward, and it's the manifesto we may carry-on: whatever is good for the chronically-ill'd dictator is good; a dictator is a dictator. They like to be unchallenged. Seating on their fat butt noonering [SIC] day l-o-n-g is their master plan to ambush our freedom.
Our victory at hand is far greater than any victory obtained by the cronies. The bloodshed of the thousands of those who perished alongside our struggles is the mightiest spirit that drives us in. Offshoring our struggles is no longer the option. They know it.
Firmly, I do believe there is a future for Togo that is beyond the foes. Our call to kaput the gnassinbe is what we can lego [SIC], create, mold, and rebuild for ourselves and generations along the horizon. I speak of a land free of fear, full of justice, free of violence, hatred, blended with hope with no rooms for the mashruin [SIC] to stagnate.
The cronies of gnassingbe shall no longer ream my dream. My dream upon Aledjo is a future firmly founded on the consent of the people of Togo. My dream echoes the rule of law and vibrant democratic institutions that breed and unite Togolese. We must at all mustard vanquish the enemy. We have come to meet the enemy, and it is us to have it. We must now offshore thy enemy.
If Faure Gnassingbe and his cronies vow for iron-seats to yank Togolese; if they think it is quite impossible for Togolese to dig up those armored-gun that are killing Togolese - therein, we have a solution; what cannot be dug up must be deeply buried in the ash heap of our struggles. We must fight on our knees till our last breaths.
As we stand up as one and dig tightly as ONE, yes we are to clear away and pave bright rooms for our freedom. We shall fire-up the people of Togo in a nun-violent [SIC] mass movement for the forefathers' land belongs not to the Gnashing minorities, but to Togolese. As love conquers us all, as the onus is on us all, as we hoop for love, our struggles apiece a joy.
I once stood on Himalaya. High as it is, my admired mountain I once climbed cannot grow any higher. I once was oppressed, the painstaking strikes I once was a victim stone-hardens my soul. What do I fear again?
Today, another big mountain lines up like dead-heavy weight, when I see it, it is the sand that melts as Togolese stand tall. I have nothing to fear; rather my options are endless. We need the cronies to dance the velvet of our orchestra. As we persevere and work unceasingly, our struggles will become a history for God has the heart for Togo. FAURE GNASSINGBE MUST BE AUCTIONED.
Par Ben Djagba
Today the doddering, chronically senile, the dodgy regime of RPT-UNIR wonders why the so slick tricks no longer work.
It's unfortunate that even the Pinocchio [SIC] would know that time and time, things can decay.
As John Kennedy put in his own rhetoric: “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”
Old wankers, old doggies, same old tricks. As clueless, they become ill-feel when people rise. Crushing the widespread disobedient, and deeply-rooted resistance to death is finding oneself in a state of emergency! It gotta be done solely by the nuts. What a conundrum!!
August 19th, 2017 is living proof that the state of emergency may be over for the people of Togo; very soon. But for the painstaking state of nature of the people of Togo is not over. Our time has come; it is the bright spot for our people to get the driver-seat. RPT-UNIR today finds itself in a state of emergency as people rise against the staged-regime vetted with endemic corruption, and mired in crimes against Togolese. The massive uprisings are now in a full-fledged stake to take over. Gering, a separate peace with our silk determination, is the cotton candy. We will hoodwink and occupy what gets to be occupied. The regime RPT-UNIR was unable to pacify and pander to, and contain the street demonstrations.
The UNIR-RPT raison d’être was to stagnate the people of Togo in dire poverty. For Yark and his cronies, of course, it is the gang of spineless lackeys and flunkies - hand-picked- to lick and nooner their boots of wonkers [SIC]. Na laugh - LOL- We can't negotiate amidst the draconian state of turmoil. How can a chief thief-bandits, police-state negotiate with the people they hold c-a-p-t-i-v-e? Babaaaabaaa, mischief-wolves-in-sheep clothed to negotiate with the s-h-e-e-p?
Shame! Heeba! Would hyenas now want to negotiate with ante-people? Let's see who gets the dinner plates first.
Robert Holmes stated, "Power goes down when people lose fear. And at some stages, you lose control. Power comes from obedience. But power vanishes when one can no longer monitor the instruments of violence. That power is a bygone as people fear not."
What a thug-thinking! Hoodwink Togolese into believing that we might cooperate. Fuck it! I meant fat finger! The RPT-UNIR's days are ticking! They (the cronies) are in denial about a hard-political show. For, a dictator is a dictator. Period -check-marked. Long-gone, the lackeys, are in decay status-quo. It is not always the strongest of the keen that survives, nor the most gun-armored regime that survives. In fact, it is the biosphere that is most adaptable to listen to its people and committed to change. Herein, the time has been the essence; they have shown us that static state of mutation is a status-quo. They love it, don't they? The judgment day is sooner than ever. Don't they believe in a force higher than them? Karambaa! I deciphered Yark as he echoed "Allah" in his recently muttered words. Please don't mock yourself. Even evil hate you, Yark.
Con-demon game is coming close to lock its door! Game over! Tsunami remained dormant for decades until you pushed the red-shit. PNP, Tikpi will not give them a damn! Then what follows is ugly. Yark and his cronies would wonder where the signs of impending eruptions got to summon his throne.
Fact! As the pressure build-ups dark, widespread-ly sweeping and pervasively angering the people of Togo, take it at ease. The time has come to get out with the clay-feet! As Togolese explode without warning, please help yourself, Faure Gnassingbe; it's just a casting catastrophe that lures you on daylight.
Togolese are not marooned, we were red yesterday, and tomorrow comes the rainbow chanters. Please, dance the velvet, Faure Gnassingbe. The orchestra is now on. Let's shake it up. It's no longer your Potemkin Village; please let's discover our island together. Beware of despair and submission - for we nay brutality and butchering. Don't play the monkey. Take your medication to heel your bird-mind. RPT-UNIR is serpent-sly, carload-monkey-artful, and fox-crazy.
Once a thug-dictator, always a thug-bandit! The world across is watching, impatiently what comes next. The next chapter. Want to know what happens next? Please, picture Nero watching Rome under-fire.
Tikpi struck the magic tsunami, it ignited, and outrages. Let's dance the swag. Did I hear RPT-UNIR is sinking, and sinking fast and profound? The clock is ticking anew!
Auteur: Ben Djagba