We Nigerians are some of the kindest people in the world, the most loving and the most sympathetic. It is normal that when a relative is sick we go to the hospital during visiting hours, or to the house to see him or her and say, `Sorry! Get well soon’. …
It was most amazing watching some people who call themselves Arewa Youth disgracing themselves and the Arewa in general on television a few days ago. They were calling for the United Nations to conduct a referendum to shepherd Igbo people out of Nigeria because some Igbo, the Indigenous Peoples Of …
`OH BIAFRA, HOW SAD!’ That is the title of one of my blog posts on Biafra. It lamented how Igbo youth are committing avoidable suicide. First it was MASSOB unsettling long suffering Ndigbo with their protests, sometimes peaceful and at other times too robust and rough. MASSOB did nothing to …
Nearly three decades ago I wrote a novel, Devils Playground, published by Longman Nigeria under their Drumbeat series. Part of what the Daily Times June 13, 1990, review by Dapo Adeniyi said of it was, `..Many faults with the Nigerian nation are discreetly tabulated here in fiction, faults which we …
Okeke was an old man. It was difficult to tell his age. Most of his age mates were dead and buried. But he kept going strong. He used to be tall once, not now. Age had shrunken him and he was simply a wiry old man with a game leg …
The Social Media is awash with all sorts of news, the true, the speculative and outright falsehood. It is up to the reader to decide what to believe, what to laugh at and what to cry about. But that is where science is taking us. You can sit in your …
I clocked seventy eight years of age a few days ago. I have lived in Nigeria for sixty nine of those years and I was already over eighteen when Nigeria gained independence. So I have been able to follow happenings in independent Nigeria for over fifty six years. And as …
Because St Paul’s was a new Secondary School, the authorities decided that the first sets of students would undergo a six year course to be properly grounded for the West African School Certificate examinations. So 1959 was our final year. By that 1959 the incidence of my being sent home …
In my blog, Africa, My Africa, I wrote generally about the mess Black Africa is making of itself. You can hardly single out any black African country that is well ruled, well run and making reasonable progress. It is chaos, corruption, vested interest, impunity, greed, murder and mayhem everywhere. It …
One important thing that happened to me during my holidays was meeting a cousin called Vincent Ike. He was a graduate and was organising a fledgling student’s union for the town. He was tall and lanky and self confident. I was overawed. I was a totally unexposed and timid junior …
