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...
Apologies to Mr Peter Obi for using this catchy but thought provoking phrase that he used the very first time he contested for the Governorship of Anambra State. Apparently, that question he asked over ten years ago still hangs over not just his Anambra State but Nigeria as a whole. On a Night like this, 56 years ago, there was probably a sickening nostalgia all over the then British Colony which would later become the Country, Nigeria about the endless possibilities that accompany Independence, especially in a Country that is as endowed as ours. Well, Tomorrow will be exactly 56 years since Nigeria attained independent status from Great Britain. At Independence, our founding fathers such as Nnamdi Azikiwe, Ahmadu Bello and Obafemi Awolowo had such lofty goals and dreams for our progress, prosperity: they conceived a Nigeria that would maximize her enormous human capital resources: A Nigeria that would truly cater for the hopes and aspirations of her diverse peoples: A Nigeria that...
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 nex...
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