Klint's

It's gradually getting to 100 days since President Muhammadu Buhari left Nigeria for the United Kingdom on a much vilified Medical Tourism (The President has since become a tourist attraction for a select few of Nigeria's powerful). Frankly, this trip is wrong on many fronts: we can't wish away the shame of having to deal with the harsh reality that the President of the largest Black State on Earth and the self acclaimed Giant of Africa has to travel over 6 hours to London for the purpose of receiving medical attention. The very rational deduction to make from such trip is that as big as the Nigerian economy is and with all the money that Nigeria has earned from oil in the past 40 years, Nigeria still does not have a world class Hospital to meet the health needs of common citizens nay the President. Now, this is disappointing but that is not the bone of contention: as a young Nigerian, the Country disappoints me everyday. In the light of this absence from duty by the Pr

So, after so much dilly dallying on my part, I finally decided to travel on Sunday but then, I had to put up one last show of my genius; I had to confuse "Village People" by announcing that I'd travel on Saturday... My journey was largely uneventful majorly because I was travelling in a bus that had a more than fair share of nursing mothers strutting their respective breasts in a bid to feed their always hungry babies: this of course lacked the capability of interesting me. Well, things took a twist in my rather boring journey as men of the Nigerian Police Force stopped our bus to carry out a thorough check probably because we looked suspicious (I'm guessing this suspicion was stroked by the fact that my eyes were as red as whatever you can imagine as a result of my "highness" and because I wore a black face cap, a black top and a black trousers). I was searched and fortunately for me, I decided to leave my kitchen knife in school, and I had run out of su