I am grateful to God for divine enablement and guidance. It was the last year in Secondary school (call High School); in fact, it was just three days to register for WASCE that I changed from commercial student to Art student. I dropped accounting, business method, commerce, and typing and picked up Literature in English, Government, and CRK. I was almost frightened by colleagues in the literature class as they…
The keyword is willing todayBut the brain is doing akanji (kick to start)Like average Nigerian lazy yootsIn fact, it is doing tikotikoLaik diesel engine wey water enter im kaburetoThe way the keyboard is looking at me sefE be laik say I go vex for am.Nor look me laidat o.Na truth I dey yarn soOne long time Imo riverAs I dey lecture for ogbonge schoolThe old Mayo AssociatesWia dem dey produce…
How can I forget you? With so much reflective reminiscence Of the struggle that you evoke Of a determined epicenter From the sonorous voice Of the late Ozzidi king Lamenting the fire Burning ceaseless in thee And the recollection Of the piles of posters Making its way out of the press Of the erstwhile New Nigerian Newspapers Went in to witness A place with so much history Giving voice to…
As much as some of our proverbs have become outdated, no thanks to Baba Suwe and his clownish dismissal of most of them, I always find them handy whenever I am drawn against the wall. This is more so when situations defy answers. “Oro pesi je,” is how the Yoruba describe the situation. I found myself in the same situation when I read that the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN)…
There was an unwritten rule between my father and me. We never lied to each other. Even I had committed murder, God forbid, I will ‘gladly’ own up to my father. The same thing he will do to me. However, he had the upper hand over me since he was the bigger ‘boy.’ He told me straight away that telling him the truth about my misdemeanors ( I was not…