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Ikhide R. Ikheloa has written some of the most popular articles on this website and the Internet today under his pseudonym "Nnamdi." Ikheloa who calls his writings "moonlighting" also writes poetry.
In America, our days do not morph into nights. The days clash into the nights and the explosions send us shell-shocked into the bosom of tired gods. Dawn comes with the rude roar of the bugler's trumpet. And the cycle continues every morning...
Soyinka's new book You Must Set Forth at Dawn, is a dizzying tour de force in many ways. Soyinka manages to situate himself in every major event in Nigeria’s troubled history. He was actually at Dodan Barracks the day Gideon Orkar’s coup rattled Nigeria...
Whiteman is an improbable tale told beautifully. It is possible but highly improbable that the main character could zip through a wide swathe of Africa and not meet an intellectual of stature that he can have an adult conversation with. People will see what they wish to see...
Ah, Beko… so you finally stepped into the molue that races newly minted gods to the pantheon of the brave. Good for you, Beko, good for you. You must be in a better place. Hell, you just left Nigeria. You better be in a better place. You need the rest...
There is absolutely no excuse for the mayhem that plays out in Nigeria every day. Under the watch of a greedy cabal of intellectuals, pastors, priests, imams, and our agbada-clad weevils, our land burns, roasting helpless children, men and women whose crime was to be born in a land of abundance – an abundance of thieves. Soyinka is right. We were sent the wrong people. We asked for statesmen and we were sent executioners...
Here I am standing in the fork at the end of the road. My mother calls from deep inside Africa and this time work must wait. My wife mama bomboy is taking me to the airport because I have to go to Nigeria to see mama even if it kills me...
I will be walking home soon to Nigeria. I am going home to be rich. I am not talking of going home to land contracts that I will never execute. Nope, I am going home to be a seer, a soothsayer, a herbalist, a babalawo. Since the fiery crash of two airplanes within two months in Nigeria, babalawos have become suddenly hot commodities...
For our brother Governor Diepreye Solomon Peter Alamieyeseigha, go, go serve our sentence, we are all thieves! When you return our rusting guns will boom a thousand times for the homecoming of a good son of the soil. Go well, great thief. We shall miss you each time we take a lunch break from the hard work of looting our mothers’ treasures!
Whenever I see any bank and the ill-assorted characters...
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