Before diving into the body of this piece permit me to make a confession: I had visited
As I arrived Iddo at
In his office the “Great Nigeria House” and other skyscrapers like “Net” and banks’ headquarters scattered in Marina and adjacent streets caught my attention and siezed my concentration. In
As my brother noticed my fascination he delegated one of his assistants to take me round the island. We took a walk passing through
growing at an annual rate of about six per cent the nadir of poverty growing out of proportion in the rural areas are re-locating people, sometimes without address or relatives, to
While Governor Fashola is trying to nip festering armed robbery in the bud by re-launching the RRS force it will take extra-ordinary measures to keep
Back to my first visit to
During my last visit home February I had visited my brother in Agarawu and some bundled Yoruba women (called derisively ‘Iya-Akpati’) were cooking public food in the open along the street sending huge pall of smoke in the sky in a hot morning. The notorious street urchins, area boys, were mingling with traders looking out for any opportunity to exploit. Everywhere were smelling pollution and un-hygienic carelessness. Confusion and conflicting interests hovered over menacingly.