Oga Nnamdi: missing in action?

When it comes to the Biafra matter, I’m in charge of saying all the “ I Told You So” in the book, because for as long as we have had this column, and even a good deal before, I have been screaming this from the top of my voice, from street corner and rooftop alike, telling people not to put their faith in someone who claims to be fighting and agitating for the separation, or rather secession, of one region from a country but still retains citizenship of another, very…

Have you Registered?

I was in a bus yesterday, on a long trip that has absolutely nothing to do with the title of this piece, save that it was where I met the people who gave the opinions that prompted this writing. That, and the fact that it has been a while since I communicated with you, my good people. Blame it on the tempests that have plagued my personal life of late. Not that it is any of your business, of course, but I am Nigerian, and like many of you, I…

Nigerian Army Human Rights Abuses | A Need For Re-Orientation

I am in a city in Nigeria, in a house I call home, watching a video of Nigerian army human rights abuses against certain youths in an exercise that took place along Aba-Umuahia expressway. The young men, shirtless, are made to lie flat on the dusty floor, and then in a puddle of mud by the side of the road, presumably as punishment for being sympathizers or members of the Indigenous People Of Biafra, the pro-biafra movement spearheaded by Nnamdi Kanu. At first the video had all the hallmarks of…

Nnamdi Kanu: of dancing pythons and forceful shows

All human interactions are political. All. None excluded. It is a trademark of human interactions that they be carried out in the best way possible, so as to leave as few people as possible feeling disgruntled or dissatisfied. This is important at all levels of human association, from the family, which is the basic unit, to any other level, be it church, work, or any other organization. Nowhere is it more important than in government, especially at the national level, especially when the said nation is in a democracy. Even…

Why i am tired of this Country

Still on the strike matter… I’m tired of this country. I recently had cause to be at a federal government owned teaching hospital. The place was busy, people milling to and fro, going about the business of their health, since it was also going to affect the health of their business, or businesses, as it may be. I was joining the crowd, waiting to be seen by the doctor, when a lady beside me whispered, ”the doctors are on strike, this wait wey we de wait na just matter of…

Whom the gods want to kill..

They first make mad, or so it is said. The Yoruba have a similar saying, that when Ogun wants to kill a dog, it will first make it not to remember the hunter’s whistle, so as to make it hard for anyone interested in the salvation of the dog to call the dog to order. The wanna-be feudal lord and pro Biafra activist, Nnamdi Kanu, is at it again. He has not been keeping silent, I have just decided not to focus on him all this while, I didn’t want…

Deconstructing the myth of wife material.

Amidst all the noise and stories flying around on social media about wife material and related issues, I have come to ask you, my readers what exactly the term can be said to mean. What is a wife? The term wife was first used in the bible to refer to Cain, in Gen 4 vs 17. We can excuse the Adam and Eve part, because as first man and first woman, and being just made aware of their nakedness, let’s just say curiosity got the better of them. Cain, however,…

N500? Soup get Grade abeg

How far? Greetings to you, dear reader. I missed you too, the past week or so has been a wild roller-coaster of events, people and places, not all good, sadly, but I am back, victorious, and thankful. So I peeped into facebook this evening, for my customary dose of wetin dey happen and all that jazz, and lo and behold, the wrangling on facebook today is about wife material, and whether N500 can make a pot of soup. The annoying thing is how many opinions and counter opinions exist on…

So Sister Nicki came to church….

And people are protesting. One fine day, a Sunday morning to be precise, the doors of the church opened. Instead of a man dressed in all is Sunday finery, like everyone else, they saw a man with tattered clothes, his trousers were so well worn that they had acquired a curious sheen; the legs of the trousers were threadbare, and stray threads hung loose here and there. The seat of the trousers was weak, as though from too many ‘washings’. One did not have to look too closely at it…