Election watch 2019 – pdp and the delusions of relevance.

I have, with some level of dismay, watched the dates on my calendar flick by, week by week, leading us inexorably towards the forthcoming general elections to be held next year. Unarguably, Nigeria is in the grip of what is the singularly most corrupt and anti-people government it has ever had, with a profligate disregard for human life that the years of military rule, bad as they were, cannot match. I can honestly not recall when the life of the citizenry counted for so little. With insurgency, communal clashes, and…

The quasi activism of chi baby adichie

The quasi-activism of chi baby Adichie. Some time ago, not too long, I was arguing, no having a discussion with a colleague. Nigerians tend to argue a lot. I am having to consciously remind myself that two people can have a discussion, have opposing viewpoints, and yet not have it degenerate into an argument.  So for the record, it was not an argument. It was a discussion with both of u presenting contrary viewpoints. So what was the topic of our non-argument, you might ask? We were having a nice…

femi adesina, oh how low

It is safe at this point to say that Nigeria, in some sense at least, can be likened to a sinking ship. It is indeed a fair estimation of the situation. Either that, or we need to start subjecting public officials to some sort of psychiatric evaluation. For the second time in as many days, I  have found myself tearing at my hair in shock and disbelief, due to the strange acts and public behaviours/utterances of some of our so-called public officials. A slightly more pessimistic friend than myself has…

On Igbo destiny and Buhari 2019

Historically, the Igbo of southeastern Nigeria has always been noted for their giant strides in the areas of trade and industry. No area has been too inhospitable, no business terrain to hostile, for the Igbo man who is doing business. People have been known to joke that any country on earth where an Igbo man cannot open a shop is not worth staying in. and it is only half a joke. The Igbo man, or better put, the Igbo entrepreneur, is, in all likelihood, Nigeria’s furthest travelled flag-carrier. The business…

Good Mourning

There is an expression that goes “As jittery as a June bug”, and if this month of June is anything to go by, the jitters are going all the way up. The bugs have a legitimate right to be jittery. Hell, they are probably one of the steadiest creatures crawling the planet right now. See, no jokes, I am not a June bug, and I am legit jittery. June has not been a very fantastic month for me, for you, or for our dear country. In the month of June…

Shey RCCG don be Yoruba church?

This is a follow up to previous posts on religion.  It was Galileo, I think, who made the then-heretical, now-famous quote about God giving us brains if he didn’t want us to use them. He was referring to the ideas the ancients had, that the earth was flat, that the earth was the centre of the universe and all that.  It is obvious, of course, that if a church is founded or headed by someone from a particular ethnic group, there appears to be a favouritism of sorts, with the…

Islamophobia and feminism

I have been called islamophobic before. It was years ago, in the course of my NYSC. I was part of a small group of writers and news-minded people who were in OBS, orientation broadcasting service, which meant that we had to come to press and public relations unit of the nysc secretariat every now and then to do what we could to keep the office running. On this very fine day, I was the only one in the office, and corpers were trooping in to collect their nysc identity cards.…

The Morning after

I am on the way to one of those nameless places that faceless people go, in pursuit of something we are not quite sure of. It is a crazy pace in this city that never sleeps, but which is ready to put you to sleep, permanently, for as little a crime as passing under Ojuelegba Bridge. Or maybe the crime is not from you, the crime is the government not fixing the bridge, or not making an alternative route for the trailers, harbingers of death and destruction, to pass. But…

About one year ago

It was Nigeria, the weather was hot, the humans of Nigeria were complaining about the president’s determination to become a British citizen by spending time in their country under the guise of being ill, petrol was still expensive, and Nigerians were still bending over backwards to buy it and mumbling curse-words at a government which swore to make life easier for the citizenry and instead went about making it harder, and the hallelujah challenge on Facebook and Instagram was kicking up speed. People were making all sorts of comments and…