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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...

As someone who grew up almost exclusively in the South Eastern Part of Nigeria (Biafra Land if that's what suits you), I had my own share of hate for Nigeria and this kind of hate was worse because it started from childhood. I can beat my chest that there's hardly anybody who grew in the East that did not at one point or the other exude the hope and belief that at some point, Biafra would attain Independence and break away from this land of suffering called Nigeria. Mine was worse: in school, boys whose Parents probably had a share in the misfortunes of the war wowed us with stories of how Biafra would attain Independence and how we'd leave Nigeria to become a brand new country devoid of all the vicissitudes with which Nigeria had become inseparable from...and back home, we has a Landlord who from his comments was a high ranking member of the Movement for the Actualization of the Sovereign State of Biafra, MASSOB...Landlord always told us tales of how the independence of ...

“I don't know the platform I will use for the 2018 election yet and at the appropriate time, I will tell you”  were the exact wordings of the declaration of the Ekiti state Governor, Mr Ayodele Fayose(Oshokomole) purportedly made in preparation for the guber elections of 2018. Just like other state governors who have relentless appetite for unmerited positions that smacks of morality and legality, he had boastfully made the statement  with utmost conviction of usurping the clear provisions of the constitution in seeking for a third term. A proper understanding of the unique nature of elections in Ekiti state would be apropos given the fact that most other states in Nigeria would have their gubernatorial elections in 2019 And the legal impediments to the unnecessary desire for power by the self declared Lord of the Yoruba race. Governor Ayodele Fayose sought and obtained the ticket of the people's Democratic party in 2002 to contest the governorship  election of 2003. Du...

Sometimes, the rains do not fall several months into a new year. When they finally fall, they come with little mercy. As if they’d been unjustly denied of their right to whip into mother earth, they attack with great relish; flooding homes, wiping paved streets clean, filling up river banks. The weather that night was bad, muggy and overcast. I could hardly sleep. The torrent was heavy and the thunders never seemed to cease – a bad omen, presaging the terror that was about to come. Mom didn’t return until it was almost mid-day. She told us it was just an exaggerated emergency call; that Dad had been rushed to the clinic after a vomiting spree. I felt oddly pacified by her assurances partly because she had a knack for downplaying horrible incidents even where the average person would react in hysteria. But what could a little girl wish for; it may have been that he was only reacting to something he ate – I wasn't quite sure – well, time would tell. Later ...

On Workers' Day, the Covenant Christian Centre in line with their famed and laudable practice of having reputed intellectuals organized the now famous "The Platform". This was an ample opportunity for the problems bedevilling Nigeria to be discussed and solutions proffered. Former Anambra State Governor, Mr Peter Obi gave perhaps the most memorable and didactic speech at the event particularly on the need to reduce the cost of Government in the Country and subsequently boost savings. On the face of it, this was an excellent and harmless speech which ordinarily should spur us as a country to do things right. Well, this is Nigeria and the lessons that should naturally be gained were thrown to the dustbin while extensive research was undertaken to impugn the character of the Speaker. Perhaps, Mr Peter Obi's greatest mistake was using personal examples of his own " frugality " and proclivity for minimum spending as an individual and during his time as Gover...

Whenever the clouds gather, you know the rains are about to fall. You could tell when the thunder rumbles, – low and even in the distance. You become more certain when a cold whiff wheezes past the back of your neck, and lightning finally makes its debut.  We could never have seen it coming: that Dad would be caught right at the centre of an extramarital office romance. It was too befuddling to process. The questions of when, how and why proved very difficult to answer.  Maybe the signs were there all along. I myself couldn’t tell anyway, the slight nuances that had begun to chip away at the love and spark that existed between mum and dad. But, he had started coming home late from work, missing his evening meals more frequently. We would be lucky enough to see once together as a complete family during the week. He'd given the excuse of politics – having to keep a constant relationship with the people that mattered including party chieftains and lobbyists but now mum knew...