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I wasn't always like this... Or maybe, I think I wasn't always like this. My earliest memories portray me as someone who was not like me; someone who was more caring and more interested in people. But then again, maybe, I'm making up those memories. Maybe, I have always been strict, unconcerned, and uninterested in people. I think I used to enjoy conversations with people or maybe, I have always been a loner. Maybe, the times I "enjoyed" being with people and having conversations with them, I was faking it. I think I've changed! Or maybe, I was always like this. Yesterday, she called me and gave me the longest lecture since my Law of Trusts lecturerer's last class of last semester. She talked about how I didn't care about anyone again and how stiff my heart had become towards people. But I don't think that's true. I think I'm only looking out for myself and those I care about. And sometimes, I have thought to be Mother Teresa a

I always looked at my mother in awe and deep admiration. Perhaps it was because of her dogged stride in bringing up two children singlehandedly, or maybe it was her inexplicable love for an unseen being she called God. “Wale!” she yelled, which was her usual way of calling my attention. I snapped out of my thought, but still acted as though I didn’t hear her. “Adewale!” she cried again, this time with much more power in her voice. I knew a third call will signify my temporary voyage from mother earth. “Yes mama!” I screamed back as I ran towards her in the kitchen. “Na only me get children for this area?” she rhetorically asked, “or you want to kill me before my time?” she continued. Experience had taught me not to look her in the eye, or even respond when she asked such questions. I bowed my head, and acted as though I was sorry. It seemed to be working, when an unexpected giggle found its way out of my mouth. The next thing I heard was “koi”, a hard knock had landed on my head sha

In my Constitutional Law classes back then, perhaps, the most notorious example of the failure of Institutions in Nigeria was Abdulrasheed Maina who was then the Chairman of the Presidential Task Force on Pension Reforms. With regard to what might have been said in other news outlets, Maina was accused of embezzling pension funds and for that period in our National discourse, he was the most vilified public officer. The Senate in exercise of their oversight functions guaranteed in Section 88 of the 1999 Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria as amended invited him to investigate the allegations against him but as if to rub salt in the injury he had done to Nigerians through his ignoble ways, he flagrantly ignored the invitations of the Senate by giving such flimsy excuses as ill health (which of course is the go to excuse of Nigerian thieving elites when the law appears to be catching up with them) and a busy schedule. Things got to a head when the Senate issued an arrest

Today is 1st October, 2017 and it officially marks Nigeria's 57th Independence Anniversary. Indeed, as I lie on my bed and type this article on my phone, I'm bored and tired of writing anything good about Nigeria because it's all lies and all liars go to hell. 57 years of Independence and the story of Nigeria is perhaps the saddest narrative of what a Country should not be. To see Nigeria's lowly position in the comity of Nations even with her breathtaking and enormous potentials in terms of Natural resources evokes emotions of tears. After 57 years of Independence, the only thing that reminds us that there can actually be a time when there would be uninterrupted power supply is the generators. After 57 years of independence youth unemployment is rampant; the health sector is below substandard, education is paid lip service to by the bums and scums in office, the economy is in a terrible shape, foreign exchange rate is disturbing, there are separatist calls by the