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I met Pastor Bimbo like many others through her programme, Single and Married. As a newly married couple, my wife and I used to have our breakfast on Sundays with her voice in the background and with time we would catch ourselves mimicking the way she said: “Talk to me!”
Why would you bomb your own neighborhood? Why cause mothers and fathers the grief and anguish of burying their innocent children? Go blow up buildings in Abuja. Go blow up bridges in Lagos. Go cause environmental problems in Kaduna. Go assassinate the head of the oil companies who are safely ensconced in their palatial homes in Lagos and Port Harcourt and elsewhere. Leave our mothers and fathers and daughters and sisters and brothers alone…
Why would you bomb your own neighborhood? Why cause mothers and fathers the grief and anguish of burying their innocent children? Go blow up buildings in Abuja. Go blow up bridges in Lagos. Go cause environmental problems in Kaduna. Go assassinate the head of the oil companies who are safely ensconced in their palatial homes in Lagos and Port Harcourt and elsewhere. Leave our mothers and fathers and daughters and sisters and brothers alone…
Although there has been jubilation in several quarters following the recent decision of the Federal High Court in Benin declaring the flaring of gas illegal, I have found that there are questions in some quarters about the practicability of this decision in light of the technological and economic implications involved…
Nigerians are in one vein optimistic and on the other cynical. We are one of the most religious yet the most corrupt nation on planet earth. Nigerians are very cynical of their government yet deeply political. In Nigeria, we breathe, sleep and eat politics. Most Nigerians are professional political critics that will cringe on the first sight of a ballot box!
I am sitting at my computer, transfixed by the images on the internet of the grieving parents and relatives of the over one hundred people that died in Port Harcourt at the weekend in an aeroplane crash. And we are all responsible...
The third term agenda of the current administration has indeed ruffled some distinguished feathers across the nation. From civil society to human rights activist and to some journalists, the congregation has risen in unison to condemn the personification of politics and its attempt to change our lives through the backdoor by the Obasanjo administration and his cronies...
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!
In this article, I shall attempt to add my voice to his patriotic vociferation and make my own dialectic analysis on Femi Fani-Kayode, President Obasanjo and the God both of them claim to serve...
Without mincing words, the monster in question is Evangelist Helen Ukpabio, the founder of Liberty Foundation Gospel Ministries, Nigeria. Helen has remained defiant even in the face of national and international condemnation of her tainted and psychotic teachings...
The Americans and British, through their cabals in Nigeria, have chosen our presidents for us since 1960. The United States in particular through its secret service, the C.I.A., with annual budget running into trillions of dollars...
Politics in Nigeria is like war because it is the most lucrative job in Nigeria. It is not impossible to see a man that made some moderate money from, say business, become stupendously rich once he's elected into political office...
From Barcelona through Brussels and London, to New York, Washington D.C. and beyond Tokunbo Awoshakin paints a portrait of how Africans from different backgrounds arrive, struggle, fail or succeed in the cities and suburbs of Europe and America.
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