Orations
& Poems for Emeagwali By
Bill Clinton
& a dozen spoken word artists
CONTENTS:[MSOffice1]
Ikenga for Philip Emeagwali
Segways
Igbo
Emeagwali’s Significance to Civilization
King God Philip Emeagwali – A Living Hero Moment
Emeagwali Had An Idea
Portrait of an Achiever
Ikemefuna 1 of
A Salute to Computer Pioneers
An Oration for Emeagwali
One of the Great Minds of the Information Age
Chronology of Emeagwali’s Life
Ikenga[MSOffice2] for Philip Emeagwali
By OBU UDEOZO,
According to
Chinua Achebe,
“Udeozo’s
poetry comes to us hot from the foundry of his restless imagination.
He
is a natural poet ready to take on any subject that touches his people.
We
shall hear of him more and more in the years ahead.”
Ikenga
for Philip Emeagwali is excerpted from Cyclone - an anthology of poems
shortlisted for the 2005
Nigeria LNG literature prize.
our
landscape is a catwalk
of
songs;
praise
singing explodes
on
every tongue,
trumpets
and cymbals
more
sonorous than April thunder
escort
long drums and flutes
in
their intoxicated tunes
our
native land
is
aglow with melodies…
ñño,
aka ikenga,
elephants
float
on your right thumb
to
compel the spotlight upon us;
truth
cracked
after
your tessellated models
tore
the digital divide:
their
fresh Ayatollah of malice;
truth
cracked,
when
your chicken over oxen theory
defied
the deified Seymour Cray
to
deliver the crown of science
upon
the African Sun.
this
hemisphere
is a
Christmas of trumpets
our laughter season.
God
who planted
the
Onyx stone of Gad
within
us,
is
redeeming that pledge
of our
sunrise.
our
folks
are
summoned
across
the four winds
for a
steaming fiesta
over Chineke’s
smile upon us;
so,
aka
ikenga,
astride
the surrealist oche ekwu[MSOffice4] handcrafted special
may
courtiers rain you comfort
with
peacock feathers
our
fatherland
is drunk with songs.
what
psalms
shall
we engineer
for
him who
beyond
seven seas and seven terrains
captured
the daybreak of foreign gods
your Papacy in science
radiates in alien tongues
what
algorithms
of
dance steps
shall unravel
this
immanence of our race?
Philip
Emeagwali,
your
over fractious fraternity
at the hot horizons of knowledge
redeemed
the millennial eclipse
of our
ravaged soul.
your
connection machine,
and
honey-combed logic
in
massive parallelism,
awoke dry bones
our God’s gift
which
vindicates Nwagu Aneke[MSOffice5]
that
the children of
shall
outshine the firstborn;
but
they slapped
conspiracy
across your paths,
padlocks
and platinum gates
saluted your dreams
yet
your Chi[MSOffice6]
lit your anointed breath
for
the
whose pocket betrayed
even at home
to
pluck the gold medal
of the
computer age;
a tale
Bill Clinton
sprayed
to a world agape;
a
sugared tale in our innocent ears…
your
train loads of prizes
and
caravan of honours
across
the globe;
a
dizzying statistic
that
at last,
God
has poured
His
sovereign Spirit
upon
all flesh.
our
current godlike mode
of fecundity and genius
across the globe;
is
God’s incomprehensible equity
upon
all mankind;
whether
Black or Yellow or Blue….
Philip
Emeagwali,
aka
Ikenga
astride
the surrealist Oche Ekwu
may
courtiers slake your thirst
with
Divine wine.
mythic
king
of our
bloodline,
we polish
our music with lightning
and
erect anthems
sky
high
at our
Maker’s altar
for a
wonder child
and
proof
that
the lamb and leopard
shall
chew Divine grass
on
at the
appointed feast
of our
Christ
and Redeemer King.
-
Amen.
segways
By OBU UDEOZO,
According to Sunday VANGUARD
“Obu Udeozo’s
poetry resonates with a delightful music
and an amazing simplicity
of idiom. Yet he deals with
very complex emotions and
vivifies every acute metaphor
with a learned grasp of
phenomenal nature…”
Segways
is excerpted from Cyclone - an anthology
of poems
shortlisted for the 2005
Nigeria LNG literature prize.
mathematics is
the
midwife of mysteries
surgeons and spies,
archaeologists
of the mind;
your
tectonic
calculus
delivers
prodigal oil fields
from perpetual loss and darkness
by giving Fillunger’s fiction
the
amazing flesh of truth.
robotic engineering
is
census and prophecy
over
human hairs,
the
water’s backbone;
gravity of flowers and electronic eagles:
and after the
water-maid’s
pure head,
equations
become
flutes, rockets and flowers
become segways….
algorithms
become
gods and Deep Blue
the Deep Blue
that
served Gary Kasparov
a
suplex
but
swore celibacy
at
the rebound…
geometric reasoning –
- the mythic face of kings
betrays
no breast tinted lips…
your geometric reasoning
was
our Moses upon the
colour
coded
against
the infanticide
awaiting
Hebrews and Igbos
astride
time
the God anointed bloodline
to unveil the wind’s cerebellum
the
brain’s hieroglyphics
and
architecture of space.
and now
you
serve
volcanoes a cup of tea
in a
paradise of perfect machines
a concierge of computers
baby-sit
other engines
for laundries, shopping, executive stress;
baby-sitting and browsing the web…
in a seamless patrimony
where
numbers father systems
that sire huge googols of networks;
for our laptops
Internet,
and every PDA
in our pockets
to yield the pay-load
of
Mozart, Emeagwali, Einstein,
Achebe
and Shakespeare
at a whistle call
and to heal every cold and catarrh, debt relief,
cancer, Ebola, neuroses, global warming, exfoliative dermatitis, famine and
create smart weapons systems, smart clothes, polyglot refrigerators or smart
handkerchiefs;
to coddle us, console us, comfort us
at
each whistle call;
in the armpit of rocks
in every face of earth.
for the pay-load
of
Mozart, Emeagwali and Einstein
Achebe
and Shakespeare
to leap into our
solace
whenever we sneeze or sigh or dream
and to oil our laughter
in a paradise of perfect machines…
IGBO
By OBU UDEOZO,
According to
Chinua Achebe,
“Udeozo’s
poetry comes to us hot from the foundry of his restless imagination.
He
is a natural poet ready to take on any subject that touches his people.
We
shall hear of him more and more in the years ahead.”
Igbo
is excerpted from Cyclone - an anthology
of poems
shortlisted for the 2005
Nigeria LNG literature prize.
the earth
vanished into a pin-hole;
I am soaked with songs...
My ancestry’s
sharp beauty baptized me
at the forest’s nipple
- a
pilgrim of delicious peace.
Igbo
space-shuttle
and speech
your
civilisation flowers
in
every face of earth
yet your offspring
hide in the toilets
of foreign tongues
your offspring
bury your sharp beauty
with the inferiority of mad English.
mystic damsel
I shiver
in your tabernacle’s splendour
beyond Bill Gates and microchips,
you fathered supercomputer’s Emeagwali
- a vapour in the ocean
of your maltreated genius.
mystery’s powdered face
succumbs to insight
we must rescue
our lone baby from oblivion’s fire
we must re-plant
our fingerprint
against the monologue of English,
resurrection
awaits those
who drink from our roots
not our suicidal love of foreign gods.
-
by Obu Udeozo.[MSOffice8]
PRESS REVIEWS: CLIPS.
“Udeozo’s Cyclone and Compassion treat almost every subject under the
sun…”
DAILY
SUN.
“ Universality is one word which
summarizes Obu Udeozo’s themes in Cyclone. The poet is versatile in handling varieties
of themes with amazing ease and mastery.”
The
GUARDIAN.
“…his is indeed a most universal range covering traditional African lore,
myths of Africa and other lands, sacred scriptures both Judeo – Christian and
oriental, classical literature and history, music, painting and contemporary
Africa and world affairs. His poetic
range is bewildering….”
Prof. Francis E. Ngwaba Fulbright Scholar.
“….from galaxies to atoms, from deserts to oceans, from sharks to
worms, from cities to forests: he ranges through the landscape of human
experience, bringing together agony, and bliss, betrayal and loyalty…. This volume confirms Udeozo unequivocally as
the master of metaphor.”
Rt.
Rev. Emmanuel S.
Egbunu, Bishop of the Anglican
Diocese, of
“Cyclone is quite simply out of this world. The cover features the 1999 picture “Shark!”
by Jeffrey L. Rotman. The all –
black page 300 has a round “worm hole” leading to the ozone or the galaxy… The equally black page 303 has the poem
“Negative Victor Ludorum” laid upside down etc. The forming and layout of some
of the poems are otherworldly. Beyond
the designs Udeozo remains a poet of solid words, writing a kind of poetry that
sets fire on ice.”
NEWAGE.
“Cyclone is a creatively fierce book which volume and quality,
uniqueness of style, meet at the same sublime summit… Udeozo’s poems are either singing, leaping or
they are just soaring… a seraphic orchestra.
LEADERSHIP
Sunday.
“Obu Udeozo’s poetry resonates with a delightful music and an amazing
simplicity of idiom. Yet he deals with
very complex emotions and vivifies every acute metaphor with a learned grasp of
phenomenal nature…”
Sunday VANGUARD
“Architecture patterns are strikingly used to foster a form – sense
synthesis… The result approximates the
professed goal of the Heideggerian search for a quintessential language.”
The SUNDAY MAGAZINE
“…relentlessly experimental.”
The POST EXPRESS
“Like Okigbo, rainbow, thunder, death…flowers, wine, religion, colours, songs, music, nature,
history, politics, culture, memories, symbolism, entertainments, beauty and
more, are found in Udeozo’s mature and sophisticated simple poetry.”
IN OKIGBO LISTING TO UDEOZO
LEADERSHIP – Sunday
“Udeozo’s poetry comes to us hot from the foundry of his restless
imagination. He is a natural poet ready
to take on any subject that touches his people.
We shall hear of him more and more in the years ahead”.
Chinua Achebe
“A man with a message, a very heavy and urgent message.”
OKIKE: An African Journal of New
Writing
“He strides along the pages trying to recapture the picturesque. Like the master of metaphor that he is, he
translates the brush strokes of his fertile imagination into the canvas of
poetic surrealism… He is on of such spirits stirred by the Divine.”
EMEAGWALI'S
SIGNIFICANCE TO CIVILIZATION[MSOffice9]
By:
Obu Udeozo
An Igbo man from
What does this mean to the Kenyan, the Yoruba, the
Ghanian, the Berom, and the Zulu among us. What does achieving the world's
fastest computation at 3.1 billion calculations per second: implying
break-through in medical science, automobile engineering and many other fields
of knowledge; mean to 20th century society's blackman, and
developing nations?
Several levels of significance exist in human
endeavors. An event qualifies for historical reckoning if it attains the
super-ordinate status and proves of enduring value.
Individuals and nations that make impact to
civilization become wheels upon which the world's progress rolls for ages.
One cannot imagine a world without fire and
agriculture, without reading and writing, without the Egyptians and Greeks,
without Galileo and Einstein, a world without television and electronics, and
now a world without Massive Parallelism
and Emeagwali.
It has not always been this way.
Like a faded photograph, traumas in the recent
past, has blurred our communal minds. After our colonial experience, developing
nations lapsed into psychic inertia: passively watching major developments in
the world, without respectable contributions on our part.
Against this background, Emaegwali's significance
is multifold. His feat is unprecedented. The achievement occurred in a rarefied
field of science. And it represents a climax of on-going
"myth-breaking" events in our own side of the story.
However, one must be wary of hyperboles. Emeagwali
did not manufacture the computer he used, nor can
Emeagwali's achievement is a landmark in an
increasing wave of black triumphs in our time. There is an alarming penetration
of Blacks into territories, which the world had felt were beyond our peculiar
nature.
After the legendary Mohammed Ali's assertion that
there will never be a White World Heavy Weight Boxing Champion, unless there
are no good Blacks, we now have an avalanche of Superstars in several
specialties, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Mike Marsh, as if
excellence were a monopoly of MIKES!!
Yet, the demeaning myth endured.
It seemed as if the genius of developing nations
were limited to events needing stamina and not cerebration.
It appeared with almost frightening verisimilitude
that we could not perform at those sublime activities which required exercising
the human mind at its highest intensity.
Our earlier men of genius, persons like Chike Obi,
Awojobi, Ali Mazurui, the Okigbos, and Abdul Salam appeared like pitiable
exceptions in an ocean of ineptitude.
General Colin Powel recently observed that Africans
are losing even those elementary comforts we inherited from colonialism.
These days, evil appears to have headquarters on
our soil. Every conceivable vice flourishes here - robbery, dishonesty,
starvation, civil war, cruelty and conspicuous consumption.
To worsen matters, African Leadership, by Africans
for Africans have squandered more of their nation's wealth, than the colonial
masters ever harvested in the entire continent.
Somehow, it was becoming self evident, that we were
degenerate and disoriented.
And this reinforced the SUPERIORITY COMPLEX of our
detractors.
Are we doomed to subjugation and depravity.
Let it be noted that this is not a racist treatise.
Spreading the gospel of inter-racial acrimony can only compound the problem. I
believe that racism, ethnicism and their sisters, are counter-productive in
life. Private happiness and collective peace are ruined by excessive
self-interest. Therefore, sign-posts like creed, nation, color and tribe merely
amplify human problems. The noble man is he whose mind can embrace the world in
equal fellowship. This is the mark of cultivation and genius.
Nevertheless, the issues herein addressed are
primeval.
We are talking about a SOLID feeling that gripped
the black mind in recent history. The tenuous feelings of underprivilege,
emasculation and bewilderment; he either accepted or revolted against.
And this is a fact of life not fiction - however
bitterly it is denied.
Regardless of the strings of successes persons from
developing nations had made in various fields of knowledge, the suspicion
lingered, that there were certain areas of scholarship our "Humanity"
could not handle. Ever heard of a blackman being the World Champion in chess,
or a Nobel Prize Winner in Molecular Medicine, Quantum Mechanics or Fractal
Geometry. Winning in such areas seemed as unlikely as a blackman being the
President of Japan.
But now, all this has changed.
The emergence of Emeagwali and his stunning accomplishments
in super computers, with degrees in five different discipline, like Applied
Mathematics, Ocean and Marine Engineering, Civil and Environmental Engineering,
another in Mathematics, and of course a Doctorate degree in Scientific
Computing - we can say that his celebration in America and Western Nations, is
a sweet vindication of God's impartiality concerning Genius.
Before qualifying this jubilation as unnecessary
and baseless, consider Chinua Achebe's response as a clue to the mentality of
foreigners in this concern. Said he, "Equality is the one thing which
Europeans are conspicuously incapable of extending to others, especially
Africans."
This discourse sets our present status and
achievement in its proper historical light. An Igbo proverb says that: "he who does not remember when and where it
started raining on him, will not appreciate when it stops".
Things have changed without a doubt. Not many
Europeans still hold the view credited to the German Scholar, Late Janheinz
Jahn who said:
"only the most highly cultivated person counts as a real
European. A real African on the other hand … lives in the bush … goes naked …
and tells fairy stories about the crocodile and the elephant. The more
primitive, the more really African".
We are compelled to take cognizance of Emeagwali's
contributions and to celebrate them, because contemptuous treatment of
developing nations, exist in Western Societies, at varying levels till date.
Of man's countless inventions, the COMPUTER is an
amazing icon of veneration because of it's dazzling possibilities. The machine
revels in a snobbish exclusiveness because even its operators wear an aura of
privilege.
It is upon this Western Civilization's Crowning
Jewel, that Philip Emeagwali, from Onitsha, Nigeria - is considered the "World's Fastest Man:" having
also made history by being the first Solo Winner of the Gordon Bell Prize,
which hitherto, was won only by seasoned research teams.
The argument is finished.
Emeagwali's brilliance is akin to an ablution; it
has upturned the perverted logic of bigots and supremacists, who classify
certain individuals or races, as second class beings or out-rightly sub-humand.
Emeagwali, and others like Prof. Nnaji who is
considered among the World's best three Robotics Engineers, Olarenwaju Adeyiga,
Howard's Obstetrician and Gynecologist, Dr. Ofodile, a Plastic Surgeon and
member of the American Society of Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery are
Africans at the peak of excellence in their various disciplines at the summit
of science.
These accomplishments are a metaphor for freedom.
They are proofs of the universal quality of genius, as freely bestowed on
mankind by God to Emeka, Pollock, Kofi, Kim, Ibrahim and Aristobulus.
But ironically, it is at this climax that our
celebration must halt. We critically need a solemn self re-assessment.
What are our chances of sustaining these
break-throughs for contributing our respectable quota to human society.
The philosopher Whitehead says that
"Civilization develops only where considerable number of men work together
for common ends".
In
In a situation where citizens of a nation are
denied equal rights to basic amenities of life, where mutual suspicion, rivalry
and hatred inspire State Policy; where embezzlement of public funds and
violence reign, how can we harness the consensus
for progress.
Whereas developed nations, comfortably ahead of us
are tirelessly seeking new inventions, like reported prospects of computers
being designed that will monitor and minimize energy waste in the home, fine
tune the car fuel system, flag us when something needs repair, they will also
warm the garage, lock the doors and perform an assortment of tasks.
Here in
The Continent's problems have become so severe,
that even our best minds are uttering what was once considered sacrilegious.
Prof. Ali Mazurui recently advocated "Benign Recolnization" of
But when African Scholars, Professors and graduates
alike, scramble for opportunities to teach pupils in Western Nations and
America, in order just to feed, when our graduates wash dishes, serve as night
guards and petrol attendants overseas, what other passport or visa to
Neo-Colonization do we require.
What we pray for is an environment of peace and
justice, which does not negate progress among us.
We need International Award Winning Politicians,
Soldiers and God fearing Leadership in
It is their turn.
Only this will enable us contribute our proven
equality to all fields of human endeavor.
The world does not owe us a free lunch.
Compared with the prospects of his native land
surviving into the 21st century, Emeagwali's feat however lofty and
commendable fizzles. It is like fielding George Opong Weah, because he was the
world's most valuable player, to face
Black nations must begin addressing injustices in
our societies which transform us into ready made topics for ridicule, debate
and contempt on earth.
And we cannot do so, when our school children have
no uniforms, no classrooms, nor textbooks, and when lecturers are on strike and
our Universities are closed indefinitely - and nobody cares.
OBU UDEOZO - is a Professional Painter,
Poet and Clinical Psychologist.
A
Father of the Internet, Philip Emeagwali
By Margaret
Aghadiuno @2003[MSOffice11]
Once a refugee standing on long lines
awaiting his meal,
Sleeping in bombed-out shelters, willing
himself to survive war,
From logarithms and slide rules to batches
of punch cards,
Emeagwali learned the Fortran lingo at the
speed of light;
Propelled by an ethereal sense of vocation
and vision,
Demonstrating like a lion his proclivity to
seek
and to conquer those challenges most
abstruse and exacting,
With bold, daring, unprecedented and
intrepid thinking;
Denied funds and easy access to research
facilities,
Ostensibly because his research was not
deemed "serious"
By those who failed to see his scintillating
accomplishments,
He tapped deeply into the unmapped
boundaries of science;
Treated less than an equal, working without
pay or perquisite,
Doors were constantly shut by those
surprised he was not white,
The tanned color of his skin condemned by
peers as a stigma,
With belief in the putative ignorance of
He took the thorny path to dispel the myth
of error,
Their aberration of a science genius from
Where others found a wall replete with
obfuscating visions,
He unravelled an untapped vastness of
possibilities;
With sedulous focus, perception and unique
enterprise,
A lone, assiduous research into the matrix
of science,
He beat the odds to break all the barriers
of time, space and depth,
With only his wife Dale's unwavering belief
in her Philip;
Building on
He simulated and surpassed the computational
speed
of the elite supercomputers once placed out
of his reach,
With revolutionary equations deemed
"impossible";
He harnessed the power of 65,000 processors,
To perform the fastest computations ever
known to man,
Billions and billions of calculations per
second he solved,
For which feat Emeagwali received the Gordon
Bell prize;
With genius unparalleled since Einstein,
He extrapolated the mystery of
constellations,
From observing the natural geometries and
patterns,
In the efficient construction of bees'
honeycombs;
He extended the barriers of interference and
diffraction,
and expanded the vectorial form of
Navier-Stokes equations,
Resolving heuristical arguments and
algorithms,
Momentum equations, convective motions,
Cray’s polemic;
Like a soaring eagle he continues his path
to glory;
Undeterred by bias, rejection or
discrimination,
He developed the theory of a computer
hyperball,
With his tessellated models for parallel
computing,
And the counter-intuitive hypercube paradox,
Mass equations, helicity, chirality,
duality-
He unified the laws of nature, physics and
geology
Testament to a great mind that defies
imagination;
A father of the internet, and a true son of
the earth,
He's the apotheosis of modern African
genius.
[MSOffice13]
King god
Philip Emeagwali
- A "Living Hero Moment"
Hoteph
Beloved Ones:
Ancestral greetings, blessings, loving, and light
throughout all creations and above.
King
god Philip Emeagwali
Because of the honor you give to the Afrikan Carbon Family, because of the
progress that you seek, because of your resolution to lead the Afrikan people
back to their righteous mind-set not abandoning them there, because of the seen
and unseen power in you, you fall into the position of "A Living
Hero," and this is the moment.
King god Emeagwali helped give birth to the supercomputer, the technology that
spawned the Internet.
King god Philip Emeagwali is credited for inventing a formula that allows
supercomputers powered by thousands of processors to perform billions of
calculations per second -- a discovery that made international headlines and
inspired the reinvention of supercomputers.
The supercomputer comprises of thousands of networked computers and the
Internet also comprises of millions of networked computers. The supercomputer
spawned the Internet.
Emeagwali's 1970s hypothesis on 64,000 networked computers around the Earth led
to his programming of 64,000 processors inside a big box to perform 3.1 billion
calculations per second, a world record in 1989. For the latter achievement, he
won the 1989 Gordon Bell Prize, which is the “Nobel prize of supercomputing.”
Born in 1954 in a remote Nigerian village, Emeagwali was declared a child math
prodigy. His father nurtured his skill with daily arithmetic drills. In 1967,
the civil war in his country forced him to drop out of school at age twelve.
When he turned fourteen, he was conscripted into the Biafran army. After the
war ended, he completed his high school equivalency by self-study and came to
the
emeagwali.com
emeagwali.info
emeagwali.ws
As true Afrikan Queen goddesses, it is our duty to eloquently equip our Afrikan
King gods/Queen goddesses with the most vital and essential tools and weapons
that will strengthen our Afrikan male/female Warriors on the Front-line.
The eloquent words from the Queen goddesses lips, are to:
encourage
equip
motivate
For Iron Sharpens Iron.
A nation will rise no higher than its woman, and the profound eloquent words
from the Queen goddesses lips to a Warrior (male/female) lighten his/her load,
which frees him/her up to do battle.
King god 
Philip
Emeagwali, as you enter any room, may your presence always have the appearance
of a gazelle, like a Stag on the mountain.
May the wisdom that comes forth from your lips,
from your heart, a love which consumes with fire for the Afrikan Carbon Family,
terrify
nations, and shake kingdoms with truth.
I plea with you Mighty Warrior Philip
Emeagwali. Let no people, place or thing, cause you to miscarry or abort your
mission.
Carry your mission to its full term. I plea with you My Beloved brother Philip
Emeagwali to do nothing to cause an interruption for your love for the Afrikan
Family.
I do not need to look for you among the flocks of other men.
To you My Beloved brother Philip
Emeagwali, continue to, excite the hearts, souls, and mind of the people (with
truth) like a mare excites the stallions of Pharaoh's chariots.
I plea with you Mighty Warrior Philip
Emeagwali, to continue to ride on in majestic to victory for the defense of
truth and justice. Your strength will win us great victories, and Afrika Will
BE BORN AGAIN.
Afrika is for the Afrikans.
May these words continue to fill you with energy, power, and Spirit for the
struggles to come, and there are many.
For if we get tired of racing against men (oppressors), how can we race against
horses. If we cannot stand up in open country (america/Diaspora), how will we
manage in the jungle (Afrika). Many have joined in the attacks against us. Let
harmony (which confuse the enemy), with understanding be the shield that
protects you.
I know a King god when I see one, and I know how and when to BOW.
King
god Philip Emeagwali
I AM my brothers and sisters Keeper.
Honorable Marcus Garvey. Up! Up! You mighty ones.
You can accomplish what you WILL.
And, WE WILL WIN. WE WILL WIN. WE WILL WIN.
I KNIGHT ALL Mighty Warriors with the only tools and weapons I have, and that
is the power and weapon of Eloquent Words.
I speak to you from THEE Frontier of THEE Future on THEE Outskirts of THEE City
of
Afrika! Afrika! Afrika! Afrika! Afrika! Afrika! Afrika! Afrika! Afrika!
Here is loving you.
Hoteph
goddess
IsIs Akkebal/Iya of Afrika (Holy Spirit lover)
Mother of ALL Goddesses
Goddess Of Afrika
Being THEE Change THEE World Needs To See
__________________
Emeagwali Had an Idea[MSOffice14]
By Wina
Dr. Emeagwali had an
idea;
to him it was very clear
that bees planned and constructed
honeycombs that can't be obstructed
by inefficiency. So, he thought
a computer made that way ought
to be powerful, efficient, fast.
It was and better that the past!
His 65,000 processors fit a design,
you might say, that bees would
divine.
3.1 billions per second calculations!
To the Doctor citations and
acclamations!
His world's fastest computer now
predicts the weather's when, and
how.
We'll know of future global warming
and when and where the earth is
storming
[MSOffice15]
Dr. Philip, how does he do this?
Wouldn't it be intellectual bliss
to have a similar needed skill
and be the first person to fill
a world wide technological need!
Father helped Dr. Philip to succeed.
Father's decision when Philip was age
nine was worthy of a genius or
sage.
His decision - Philip would every day
solve 100 math problems - no work,
no play.
Today Philip believes the daily drills
increased his mediocre math skills.
We should salute his father's decision
that shaped a mind for creative
precision.
Father Emeagwali was a visionary
who understood the
"necessary."
1989, for Philip was the year,
the outstanding year, of his
career.
He won the Gordon Bell Prize, known
as the Nobel of computing. A
milestone
his supercomputer invention, helps the field
of petroleum by a better gas yield
and will eventually lower gas costs
thus less unrecovered gasoline
losts.
Dr. Emeagwali's computer invention
may some day mean more attention,
power, for personal computer users
with more options and more
choosers.
He is husband, father, achiever
research scientist, a modern
believer
in technology, and the hope for more
young students to open the
computing door.
Portrait of an Achiever[MSOffice16]
Dr.
Dale Brown Emeagwali
Microbiologist, National Institutes of Health
National Technical Association’s (NTA)
Scientist of
the Year
By Wina
Dr. Dale Brown
Emeagwali,
portrait of an achiever;
an example of a believer
in a liberal education
for a “knowing” nation.
Dr. Dale Brown
Emeagwali,
role model, inspirator;
advocate, youth motivator;
NTA awardee
in microbiology and biochemistry.
Dr. Dale Brown
Emeagwali,
youth science volunteer;
promoting science as a career;
keeping expectations high;
helping youth reach for the sky.
Dr. Dale Brown Emeagwali,
role model, wife;
mother, celebrator of life;
intellect, poet, writer;
science literacy fighter.
Dr. Dale Brown Emeagwali,
researcher, with biological finds,
professor, shaper of minds;
guiding new vision, diversity
for student growth at the university.
IKEMEFUNA 1 OF
By Henry
Ekwuruke, EuroAfricaCentral Magazine
Wisdom that
tackles the problems of humanity
The
understanding and stigma unfolds
The untold
truth revealed
And now it
can be told
Let the
sons and daughters of our mother
And be
happy for good things rest
In our
cursed land; though we aren’t
A people
rich in culture and heritage
Great in
history but ours not told
Our history
denied and forgotten!
Wanting to
know, yet limited and no fact
Rejoice and
be glad for the jinx is broken
A prophet
is out – speaking out without words
Out of
Like the
“mbaise” foul – watching, learning and working
No good
thing comes out of these people?
Indeed a
lie and sad tale
He defiled
the knowledge to a truth
He had
known the truth, but he needs proof
And he did
and archived it!
Philip
Emeagwali – a Prophet from
A place
where they “knowledge” says
No good
thing come out from
Has made
the black people proud and happy
You really
did
Telling the
world that the beautiful ones are yet to be born
Africans
are best, even in penury
Imagine the
inconveniences and set backs
You
patient, goodwill and hardwork persist
Taking a
people to their glory along side self
Telling the
world that a prophet is out of
And many
more prophets are coming after you
The cut
hairs of Sampson (African people) is growing back to stronghood
You really
defiled the myth, a prolific inventor of African origin
Leading us
children of
They said a
prophet is hardly acknowledged
In his
country home, I acclaim you for what you
Really is.
Yet to
receive honour from his people – he has and we need him
More than
ever, a gift to a troubled people
The tidings
has been proven. He is really “IKENGA”
I nominate
you also for the award and title
Of
“IKEMEFUNA I OF AFRICA” “Dike, Izuru ka emee”
For no two
things than
Restoring
the dignity of the black people and
Making us
know our history and true stories,
which are
Yet untold
until you told them.
An Oration [MSOffice20]for
Philip Emeagwali
Son of
supercomputer pioneer,
a visionary father of the Internet,
we honor you.
We heed
Kwame Nkrumah’s warning that,
“socialism without science is void”
in honoring you
for crowning
with shining scientific discoveries.
Nnamdi Azikiwe said,
“Originality is the essence
of true scholarship.
Creativity is the soul
of the true scholar.”
You exemplify both.
Your
discovery
inspired the reinvention
of computers into supercomputers
and helped spawn the Internet.
You discovered a formula
that enables supercomputers
powered by 65,000 electronic brains
called "processors"
to perform
the world’s fastest calculations.
You
theorized
that 65,000 computers around the Earth
could forecast the weather.
This theoretical supercomputer,
with 65,000 nodes,
is known today as the Internet.
For the
audacity
of your theorized Internet,
the book “History of the Internet”
and CNN called you
“a father of the Internet.”
You solved
the most difficult problem in
supercomputing
by reformulating Newton’s Second Law of Motion as 18 equations
and algorithms; then as 24 million
algebraic equations; and
finally you programmed 65,000
processors to
solve
those 24 million equations at a speed of
3.1 billion calculations per second.
Your 65,000
processors,
24 million equations
and 3.1 billion calculations
were three world records
that garnered international headlines,
made mathematicians rejoice,
and caused your fellow Africans
to beam with pride.
By
harnessing
the power of 65,000 processors,
you paved the way
to solving problems
once thought unsolvable and
improved life for millions.
By pushing
the limits of computing,
you helped us all
move forward
to the age of information.
When you
won
the 1989 Gordon Bell prize,
the “Nobel Prize of Supercomputing,”
then-president Bill Clinton called you,
“one of the great minds of the Information Age.”
The New African magazine readers
ranked you as
history's greatest scientist
of African descent.
Mr.
Chancellor,
for his groundbreaking discoveries
and for the sheer force of his mind,
I ask you
to confer
the degree of Doctor of Science,
honoris causa,
upon PHILIP EMEAGWALI.
One of Our Great Minds [MSOffice23]
by Bill Clinton
“One of the great minds
of the Information Age
is a Nigerian American
named Philip Emeagwali.
He had to leave school
because his parents
couldn't pay the fees.
He lived in a refugee camp
during your civil war.
He won a scholarship
to university and went on
to invent a formula
that lets computers make
3.1 billion calculations
per second. (Applause.)
Some people call him
the Bill Gates of
(Laughter and applause.)
But what I want to say
to you is there is
another Philip Emeagwali
-- or hundreds of them --
or thousands of them
-- growing up in
I thought about it
when I was driving in
from the airport and
then driving around
to my appointments,
looking into the face
of children.
You never know
what potential
is in their mind and
in their heart;
what imagination they have;
what they have already
thought of and
dreamed of
that may be locked in
because they don't have
the means to take it out.
That's really what education is.
It's our responsibility
to make sure
all your children
have the chance
to live their dreams
so that
you don't miss
the benefit
of their contributions and
neither does the rest of the world.”
Chronology of Emeagwali’s Life
1921. James Nnaemeka
Emeagwali (father of Philip) born in May in
1938. Agatha
Emeagwali, née Balonwu, (mother of Philip) born on August 7
in
1954 Chukwurah
Emeagwali born on August 23 in
1955 Baptized as
“Philip” [MSOffice25]
1960 Enrolls in 1st
grade in January.
1962 Philip (far
right) in family photo taken on December 24 in
1966 Nigerian
military overthrows elected government. Civil uprising with 30,000 dead.
1967
Nigerian-Biafran war begins in May. One million died in 30-month war.
1968 Emeagwali family fled
1969 Emeagwali conscripted into the Biafran army
in August, sent to Oguta war front.
1970 Biafran army defeated in January. Emeagwali
is discharged from the Biafran army.
1973 Emeagwali wins a mathematics scholarship to
study in the
1981 Marries Dale Brown on August 15 in
1983 Obtains
1987 Programs 65,536 electronic brains, called
processors to perform the world’s fastest calculation.
1989 Wins the Gordon Bell Prize alone, the
equivalent in the supercomputer industry of the Nobel Prize.
2000 Bill Clinton
extols Emeagwali as “one of the great minds of the Information Age.”
2004 New
African magazine poll ranks Emeagwali as history’s greatest scientist of
African descent.
