Introspective

The Myth of New Year Resolutions: Why 2025 Won’t Magically Save You

As we inch closer to the dawn of 2025, the air is thick with the buzz of "New Year, New Me" proclamations. Across the...

The Ageless Myth: Is Age Really Just a State of Mind?

The concept of aging has long been considered a biological certainty, as though an unavoidable countdown is inscribed within our very DNA. Yet, mounting...

Day Dele Momodu Made Me Live Above My Means

These are dangerous days of gross shamelessness in totalitarian Nigeria. Pathetic flaunting of clannish power is all the rage, and a good number of supposedly...

Every Woman (3)

I have always thought of myself as a wonderful woman that any man would be lucky to have. I cook, I clean, I am submissive, I am respectful, and I handle my end in the sack. However, today, I find myself stuck in a situation I did not see coming. Okay, maybe I saw it coming, but out of my idiocy I chose to ignore it...

I Did it For the Valium: A Week in the Cuckoo’s Nest

Any one who casually dropped by to see me that Tuesday afternoon would think I was going on vacation. My luggage was stuffed with lounge wear, a pair of house slippers, a pair of Addidas, t-shirts, CDs, books and magazines. I was going away, but not on vacation. I was checking myself into the Psychiatry Unit of a major hospital...

Lessons On The Bare Floor!

Not all lessons of life are transmitted within the walls of a classroom. The lessons that so much matter are those that are learnt in classrooms without walls...

Village Boy and the City Woman

As soon as she stepped into the room, all the white men followed her with their eyes. Being a village boy, I had never liked city girls. Besides, my mother had warned me against them: white girls and city girls are not good for a village boy, she said...

Christmas Time in the Village

If I had a choice between the presidency of the world, and spending the Christmas season in my hometown, my choice would be easy. Keep your presidency and leave me to re-live, once again, my childhood...

It's Good To Be Black

We need to rewrite our history, because as it stands now, most of what we learn is based upon a long-term fabrication of the truth done by those with something to hide.In order to rewrite it, we will first have to learn it...

What Do Women Want?

What's the matter with women? What do women want? What are they looking for? What manner of men are women looking for? Please tell me. Perhaps I too can be one of those men...

Marriage Breakers

If care is not taken, immediately after saying "Yes! I do", you begin to witness the Gorilla in your partner gradually manifesting...

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The Senselessness of Twenty-Three Presidential Candidates

There are twenty-three candidates vying to oust the ruling party in Nigeria and its presidential candidate. It makes no sense...

Lampedusa: The Exodus

During the colonial days more than a century ago...

Unveiling Year 2008 Sandwich Before Yar'Adua

Just like Obasanjo resisted the parochial agenda of Afenifere, for which he was villified by his own people, Yar’Adua should and must resist and be seen to resist the parochial agenda of the Arewa tribal bigots...

Yar’Adua’s Health and the Need for Full Disclosure

A president’s declining health or death adversely affects the psyche of the citizenry. This is so because a president is a thread in a nation’s blanket...

Memorable Unveiling of Alpha Times

It was an uncommon event that brought together elite...

Will President Obama Save the Black Race?

The hope for President Obama has ecstatically gripped not only African Americans, in the Black world, but apparently all people of Black African ancestry all over the world...

Naija Notes: We Need More Sinners Please

Wonder how people who know little or nothing about a place can influence others' perception? Exhibit 1: Miss America...

2015 Nigerian Presidential Election: Diversionary Antics by Unpreparedness

I have followed the countdown to the 2015 presidential...

In Those Days…

In those days, when an undergraduate walked the streets, everybody rallied round him; the elders thronged him for the ever-involving intellectual debates and news about the latest discoveries, while the children flocked about him to listen to fables from 'I don't know where'…

Iba to Asa

Asa seems to combine elements in the vocal technique of the likes of Anita Baker, Tracy Chapman and Eric Donaldson with the lyrical depth and consistency of an Aretha Franklin, a Christie Essien Igbokwe or Whitney Houston to such devastating effect...