I PRAY that Prince Tony Momoh, nominated for chairmanship of Nigeria’s electricity regulating authority, is still his good, old self, or, better still, has become more adroit, like aged wine. In the days I knew of him between the 1970s and 1980s on a day-to-day basis, he was a disciplined, meticulous, hard working, work loving, intelligent, difficult to put down and stubborn person. If he is still himself, I foresee him bringing new energy, strength and focus to President Mohammadu Buhari’s mid-term presidency.
I knew Prince Tony Momoh to be defiant and courageous on two occasions when he defied armed robbers. The first time must have been in the 1980s when, on the way to worship one Sunday morning, armed robbers stopped his car on Iju Road, Lagos. He came out of the car alright, but refused to submit the key. One of the robbers wound his agbada (robe) around his head and face to blindfold him. Prince Tony Momoh wrestled him off, freed himself from the blindfold, and went for another armed robber who was carrying a submachine gun. In the twinkle of an eye, the road was clear of human and vehicular traffic. But Prince Tony Momoh disarmed the robber, drove on to worship with the machine gun which he later submitted to the police.
The second encounter with armed robbers was in his house in Lagos. If you called Prince Momoh at about 3a.m. in those days, he was likely to be in his study, reading. He was there one evening when robbers came calling again. And, again, Prince Momoh would not yield. But, this time, they shot him in one leg on which he limps till this day. To his joy, the armed robbers went away empty-handed.
After these events, I gave Prince Momoh an old coin he once gave me. That “coin” was Apple cider vinegar. He used to travel abroad frequently, especially to Austria, before these robbery attacks and he once brought me Apple Cider Vinegar as a present. At that time, I knew Apple Cider Vinegar more as a supplement which supported bone healing after fractures by helping to mobilise calcium and other bone-health mineral salts to the injury site. I was to learn later that Apple Cider Vinegar was good also for the hair, scalp, brain, eyes, digestion, the blood, the nails, infections et.c. Now that his bone was injured, I thought of no better help for his recovery than Apple Cider Vinegar.
How does all this fit into natural medicine?, you may wonder, as did one of my sons when I told him about the subject of this week’s column. I told him irregular supply of electricity may disorganize a person’s health in many ways. For example, my house is surrounded by many houses where electricity generators run day and night, all week long. The smoke can de-oxygenate the blood and introduce heavy metals such as lead and cadmium into the bloodstream. Lead can damage and dull the brain and other organs of the body. If it de-oxygenate the blood, that may be the result of low haemoglobin and low packed cell volume counts. Low counts of these blood materials may cause tiredness, fainting, lowered immunity, disease proliferation and even cancer. I worry less about the smoke as I do about the noise for I detoxify and oxygenate regularly with greens and other detoxifiers which may be organ specific, say for the kidneys or the liver, or systemic, such as Chlorella or Stinging Nettle root. Generator noise has altered my response to noise. Now, I sleep soundly when the noise riot is raging outdoor And I wake up immediately the noise stops upon the “return” of municipal electricity supply. It is probably one reason many people are becoming hard of hearing or, to strike the nail on the head, one reason many people are becoming partially deaf: The next time someone is making a phone call or receiving a call near you, watch him or her. He or she is likely to be shouting as if the person on the other end of the line is deaf, or as if the loudspeaker in the phone isn’t working well.
Mosquitoes and malaria fever are other harvests of poor electricity supply. If the electric fans roll and the air conditioners cool the rooms, won’t we all sleep better and more restfully? In my neighbourhood, it would appear that mosquitoes are released from a barracks for a battle with humans at about 2a.m. everyday and recalled at about 5a.m. They beat all cordons. I cannot attack them with insecticides because I know they kill humans as well, although slowly. I have tried the mosquitoe catcher. It is a gelatinous material like the roll of an undeveloped camera film. When you unwind it and stick the head to the ceiling board, its scent attracts mosquitoes and other insects such as flies. You would be lucky if the mosquitoes in your neighbourhood are stupid enough to prefer that scent to the radiation of your blood, which the biting mosquitoes requires for its eggs to mature. In the “war” hours, I have learned not to run my electricity generator because of fumes and noise. So, I spend the time killing mosquitoes with bare hands, praying and observing a contemplative period, and writing. I am well compensated between about 5a.m and 8a.m with deep sleep which may bring me about four or five beautiful dreams. I beat malaria fever with Lemongrass tea and pawpaw leaf juice.
As stated earlier, plasmodium falciparum parasite, from the female Anopheline mosquito destroys red blood cells, can lower haemoglobin and packed cell volume (PCV) count. At dangerously low levels, the heart may stop beating and death may come. Recently, a young man who became so weak that he was falling on the stairway and on the highway was thought to suffer from Beri beri, a condition in which the nerves were so weak that the sufferer is unable to lift the arms and the legs. Beri beri are Japanese words which mean “I can’t, I can’t”. Doctors who attended to prisoners in a Japanese prison where this condition was prevalent often asked the sick inmates to lift their arms and legs. To this request, the inmates replied: “Beri beri”. No one knew what was going on until someone sighted chickens outside the prison gates which were suffering from the same condition. It turned out that the chickens fed on remnant polished rice from the prisoner’s meals. Since then, it became known that polished rice, which was popular in Nigeria before the ban on rice importation, was stripped of its B vitamins in the rice mills and had, therefore, become a killer food. The young man improved on B vitamin therapy at 75mg for each of the major B vitamins and 100mg of B1, the nerve vitamin, perhaps because these vitamins also support the making of blood. He has improved more since his blood count challenges were revealed by laboratory tests and addressed.
To such conditions as these, we must add the cases of hundreds of thousands of pregnant Nigerian women who die every year from malaria fever-related causes. The same goes for babies and infants and sickle-cell challenged people. The plight of people such as these make me wonder if life would not be much, much better if electricity becomes more regular, because we are bitten less by mosquitoes in our bedrooms when air-flow does not make them come near us. So I ask: Will Prince Tony Momoh help to cure electricity-related diseases.
I believe he can. And I would not say Babatunde Fashola has failed. Former President Ebere Jonathan sold Nigeria’s major electricity concerns to the private sector before incumbent President Mohammadu Buhari made former Lagos Governor Fashola the minister responsible for electricity matters. I believe it is the regulatory body that will do the job better. Prince Tony Momoh’s job will involve the design of regulations that will address, adequately, Nigeria’s peculiar electricity problems, monitor adherence to them and impose sanctions for breaches. If Prince Momoh of today is the old Prince Momoh, he would look any rule breaker straight in the face and throw the law at him. When he was editor of the magnificent Daily Times, he refused to obey a warning by the Nigerian Senate to appear before Senators for a hearing on a publication in the Daily Times. He said editors were ethically prohibited to divulge the source(s) of their information. When the Senate would not budge, believing it had the power of summons which Prince Momoh said it did not have, Prince Momoh went to court and legally defeated the Senate.
I was a Senior Sub Editor on the Sub Editors’ Desk when he was Editor. I had just returned from youth service and my Chief Sub Editor was Olatunde Odesanya, an amiable gentleman who loved sub editing and comeradeship. When the Deputy production Editor went on vacation and Prince Momoh asked Mr. Odesanya to take over, Mr. Odesanya was now expected to edit the front and back pages of the newspaper, which were the most delicate pages. Everyday he would pass these pages over to me, and I would plan them and edit the copies right on the Sub Editor’s Desk. We didn’t realise Prince Momoh was watching. Then, one day, he instructed me to move to the Deputy Production Editor’s Desk. I thought this was to protect me against distractions on the Sub Editors Desk. But I was wrong. Prince Momoh actually moved me on. That meant I was flying over the heads of two or three bosses. I thought not much about it. I thought he only wanted me to be away from the noisy arguments of the Sub Desk so I would not make mistakes on those critical pages. I was wrong. For soon after, I received official letter confirming my new position as Deputy Production Editor, who may now give instructions to my former bosses. That’s Prince Tony Momoh for you. Any-one who remembers his struggles to sanitize journalism in Nigeria when he was information minister under military President Ibrahim Babangida, and how, as a one-man army, he stood against the media, would expect monumental developments in the electricity sector, if Prince Tony Momoh, journalist and lawyer, is the same or tougher Tony that we knew.
Chemotherapy, not cancer, is the ultimate Killer
MANY people are sick, sad, suffering and, in pain, dying instalmentally. These days, tables have turned in consulting clinics with patient traffic heavier in the consultant’s room than in the general practitioners. And the disease which tops the card almost everywhere is…CANCER. The diagnosis of cancer is devastating, whether it is mouth, esophageal, stomach, duodenal, colon or colorectal, breast, bladder, kidney, prostate, blood or brain or skin. Equally devastating is the prescription of chemotherapy for a cancer affliction. Chemotherapy is a poison, and not more than 2.3 percent of cancer patients on chemotherapy in Australia and in the United States survive their cancers. Yet oncologists (cancer doctors) earn more than one trillion United States Dollars from chemotherapy prescriptions every year. Chemotherapy is targeted at fast growing cells in the body. A cancer cell is the fasted growing cell in the body. There is hardly any human being who does not have cancer cells in his or her body. The immune system kills these cells, so we do not know anything amiss is going on. As a supplement of the efforts of the immune system, the liver removes from the body such poisons that may poison the cells and make them become cancerous.
When cancer strikes and chemotherapy is thrown at it, the chemotherapy kills, also, fast-growing cells in the body that are healthy and are not cancerous. Some of these healthy, fast-growing cells are hairs on the scalp, armpits and groin, bone marrow, intestine and the digestive system, reproductive system. Damage to the bone marrow may be serious as it is in the bone marrow the red blood cells, white blood cells and platelets are produced. A shortage of red blood cells would very likely cause anaemia and weakness. When white blood cell population is diminished, infections readily occur and the cancer may have a field day. As for the platelets, the fewer they are, the more likely is it for the patient to bleed for a prolonged period of time from small cuts and grazes of from simply brushing the teeth and gums too hard. To worsen matters, chemotherapy may cripple the immune system or disarrange the blood.
Dr. Allen Levin, author of THE HEALING OF CANCER, says “majority of cancer patients in this country die because of chemotherapy which doesn’t cure breast, or lung cancer. This has been documented for over a decade and, nevertheless, doctors still utilize chemotherapy to fight these tumours.”
His views are corroborated by a study published in 2004 in the JOURNAL OF CLINICAL ONCOLOGY which says chemotherapy has an average five-years survival rate or just about two percent for all cancers.
Yet there are many natural ways to beat cancer as the stories of many survivors suggest. These survivors have seen cancer not to be a disease, but the cause of a disease, and learned that when the cause is removed, the disease will collapse. South African Johanna Brandt cured her stomach cancer with grapefruit juice and wrote the book THE GRAPE CURE. Dr. George Malkhmus, author of HALLELUJAH DIET, cured his cancer in carrot juice. He believed chemotherapy killed his mother. Dr. Ann Wigmore cured her breast cancer on wheatgrass juice. The literature of cancer victories is filled with many possible solutions. Cancer has become associated with deficiency of vitamin D, from which an anti-cancer substance, calcifetrial, is made. Proteolytic enzymes are also in vogue. So, too, are detoxifiers and greens, including Stinging Nettle, Chlorella, Marigold e.t.c. A healthy liver holds the key to healing.
In the 1920s, a great spiritual work said emphatically that cancer could not develop in a human body where the liver was healthy. It took about 50 years for modern medical science to relate liver insufficiency with cancer onset. Liver cleansing and hepatic herbs play a major role in liver health. Liver herbs include Milk thistle, false Daisy, Jerusalem artichoke, Golden Seal Root, Dandelion, Burdock root e.t.c.
The decision to try chemotherapy or natural therapies against cancer is a personal one.
Dr. Karl folkers has shown, as reported in www.olufemikusa.com, that UBIQUINOL can tame breast cancer. In a landmark Netherland study, Ubiquinol cured 36 terminal breast cancers.