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AHEAD OF SATURDAY: WHO DID WE OFFEND?

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Recently, I saw an op-Ed o n Bloomberg which potrayed Nigeria's 2019 Presidential election as between a former dictator and an alleged kleptocrat. At first, I considered the insinuation offensive but deep down, I knew that was the perfect description of the two gladiators in this weekend's presidential polls; my grouse was actually with the fact that even foreigners know how bad our shit smells. While he was campaigning for the first time as the Governor of Anambra State, Mr Peter Obi, the vice presidential candidate of Nigeria's main opposition party in Saturday's poll kept asking if Anambra was cursed or if Anambra people were the cause. Today, I can't resist the urge to ask whether Nigeria is cursed with totally irresponsible leadership or if we are the causes of the failure in leadership. Perhaps no time but now is best to ask that soul provoking question, given the choices we have decided to limit ourselves to. By this time next week, either of incumbent

TRANSFORMING LAW INTO SOCIAL ORDER: SUSTAINING NATIONAL DEVELOPMENT BY RECALIBRATING NIGERIA’S FAILED APPROACH

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Man is a social creature but so are dogs and chimpanzees and in fact, we have biological predispositions like the other animals on earth. But, what is different about us humans is that we have linguistic abilities and are guided by reason. We are the only creatures capable of consciously and intentionally creating systems of rules and institutions to help order our lives by giving us reasons to behave in one way or the other. What is distinctive about law in this sense however, is that the creation and enforcement of legal rules is accomplished by the state, including its near monopoly on lawful enforcement. This law is like a mirror. Just as the mirror reflects us and sometimes disappoints our expectations, the mirror reflects what actions and not, we must engage in order to ensure social collectivism and development of law. Indeed, the mirror is a miraculous invention without which man will commit great sins against decorum. Despite the horizontal division of government, the toga of

ECHOES OF GRADUATION

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Why do we make friends if we will strain? Why do we love if the love will wane? Why do we start if we will finish? Why were we born if we will still die? What has nature got against consistency? It's been exactly two weeks since I graduated from the University. At first, it was surreal; I knew I had done something that would turn out to be great... I just didn't know the exact emotions to feel. Of course, I was happy and probably excited but really, I didn't know how to channel my excitement. I did the customary thing with my friends; went out and gulped down the contents of a couple of green bottles. As if that was not enough, the days that followed were replete with what you'd ordinarily refer to as fun; there was a lot of dancing, drinking and low level partying. But then, I knew deep down that there was more to life as a graduate than the booze and dance. I knew a lot was going to change and I didn't think (I still don't think) I was ready for the

NO PLACE FOR MY DREAMS?

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Two days ago, my mother left the house before 6:00 AM for the NNPC Mega Filling Station in search of a more affordable fuel for her car especially given that the exorbitant rate at which the products is sold for in other stations. Well, she spent the whole day waiting and it was a no show as they were not selling. She left her car there and used an alternative means of transportation to come back home. Very early yesterday morning too, my Father went to continue from where my mother left and once again, he was not able to purchase fuel, only that this time around, he decided against leaving the car behind. Two days ago as well, I used Eight Hundred Naira to buy four litres of fuel. Yesterday, I spent a thousand Naira to buy the same four litres of fuel. Two years ago, I campaigned vigorously for the incumbent President Buhari because I was fed up with former President Goodluck Jonathan's administration which was renowned for it's tolerance for corruption as well as clueles

Diary Of A Random Philanderer: 5

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Mercy was the name of the one and only girl that broke my heart in secondary school. Although her name was Mercy but the way she smashed my heart back then was so merciless that it changed me forever. It's funny how one girl could cause the heartbreak of several chics just because she dumped my ass. Well, as I motioned towards the door, many thoughts juggled through my head but as a sharp guy with a lot of experience in these kind of things, I knew all I had to do was keep my composure. I opened the door and felt relieved when I saw that it was Kelvin (someone I wouldn't call a friend but rather one of those guys that lived nearby). Me: Kelvin hafa na Kelvin: baba no vex o, I just wan charge fone for your room...our light get issue Me: na wa o, that's why you wan break my door...abeg you go just drop am with me cos my chic dey inside Kelvin: okay you too much baba, I go come carry am later. On Sunday morning, I kissed Naomi goodbye as she left for the park. She wan

ON THE SELF INFLICTED IMPOTENCE OF STATE HOUSES OF ASSEMBLY.

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One of the biggest, yet strangest puzzles in Nigeria's nascent democracy is how the numerous State Houses of Assembly have contrived to remain almost beggarly subservient to the State Governors. This is rather shocking because as the Legislative Arm of the States, the House of Assembly in the exercise of their constitutionally guaranteed powers are potentially powerful and capable of holding the Governors accountable but somehow, we've come to see the Houses of Assembly as less than toothless bulldogs. The Independence and powers of the State Houses of Assembly are so explicitly affirmed in the 1999 Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria as amended. Hence, Section 90 of the 1999 Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria clearly states that: "There shall be a House of Assembly for each of the States of the Federation". Similarly,  Section, 92(1) of the Constitution equally provides that "There shall be a Speaker and a Deputy Speaker of a House o

DIARY OF A RANDOM PHILANDERER: 4

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I had heard some diabolic tales of the Ishan people especially of their girls but now I was at the receiving end of Ese's threat just because I refused to overlook her conspicuous frontals the first time we met which made me collect her number. Well the story of Ese is one for another day. So I switched off my phone and lied to Naomi that it was one of those network calls. On Saturday morning after the decent bonking of the previous night, I put on my phone and saw a text from Ese stating how much she missed me & wanted to link up one last time. I was pissed at myself for not completely cutting ties with Ese. The thing is after we finally broke up, we still had occasional one night stands even when I was dating Naomi (by now you should have figured I cheated a lot on poor Naomi) because it was like she had that kind of inexplicable hold on me. I was going to ignore the text but knowing the kind of chic that Ese is (she'll literally go berserk & show up at my door)