Our younger brother’s wife was bleeding, losing a lot of blood, laid out on a bed at the National Hospital, Abuja.  She had just delivered a baby, their second in just over two years.  My sister informed me that despite serious pleas from everyone in the family, from clinical staff at the hospital, and from concerned strangers, my brother refused to give his consent for his wife to have blood transfusion…

We’ve got post-modern crimes and criminals and post-modern fraud and fraudsters; post-modern poverty and post-modern opulence. There are post-modern athletes and post-modern entertainers, post-modern thinkers and post-modern writers. There are out there post-modern builders and post-modern wreckers as well, post-modern homosexuals and post-modern heterosexuals…

Through the stress-laden labyrinthine process of getting admission into universities, very few Nigerian youths often get what they desired in the first place. The rest are often compensated with something entirely different…