This day last month over two hundred young girls were abducted from their school in a brazen move by Boko Haram terrorists. The Nigerian nation now accustomed to periodic episodes of the sect’s brutality was shocked out of silence by the sheer scale of this operation and the innocent, defenseless children it targeted. Shortly after, … Continue reading The Chibok Flashpoint? #BringBackOurGirls
I’m not certain that non-Nigerians have the same definition for ‘local champion’ as we do, so I will attempt to define it. I did it! A local champion, is an individual that is viewed as popular, remarkable and world-class within a relatively small area and who sincerely agrees with the prevailing sentiments. It is not … Continue reading The Making of a Local Champion
Quite a bit has been said about my earlier post. My motives and my message have been largely questioned and challenged. I could not be more pleased by this outcome. I understand that I must distinguish my position from the populist claims of snake-oil writers promising economic salvation to faithful converts who need only believe, … Continue reading Money Is Just Numbers II
First I should say, this is not a story or a poem, or any sort of literary piece, but you might find it ‘useful’ all the same. Money is just numbers In 30 minutes and with the Internet, I’m sure that anyone can write a plan on how to expend the total wealth of the … Continue reading Money is just numbers
By this time, I had completely adjusted and the once rigorous camp routines bothered me no more. I was encompassed by a slight sense of relief mingled with urgent haste and pleasure that was overshadowed with regret. In the better part of three weeks, I had been through many new and intense experiences: some … Continue reading Clarion Call 9
It’s not facebook, or twitter. This is not about social networking but I can’t stand being offline for extended periods of time. Did I say extended? That would suggest that as long it’s not up to a week, or month, I’m perfectly fine. That’s not true. My problem arises each time I have a … Continue reading The Internet, ‘Ironman’ and The Future?
Love is a hurricane, sometimes it will toss you away like a cheap coin and sometimes it will lend you wings to roam the sky. “I will leave you soon. When I do, keep going”. Those were the mysterious words I uttered to my friends that morning, and my hasty tone made it clear … Continue reading Clarion Call Eight : My Chance, Sango, and the Little Child.
I thought long and hard but I could not think of a clever, preferably anonymous way of getting to the NYSC authorities to register my suspicions about the ridiculous amount we’d been made to pay so eventually, I abandoned caution and just went for it directly. The next afternoon, I walked to the admin block, … Continue reading Clarion Call Seven
I just learned of the current ASUU strike. I’m told the FG didn’t meet demands of ASUU from at least a decade ago, and I expect ASUU used up all other options it had before resorting to it’s final weapon : a strike. I can’t remember how many times in the past few years that … Continue reading Are we anywhere? (on ASUU’s strike)
I am continuing from where I left off, the scene in my hostel when I announced to my friend, Fiyi with a mischievous twinkle in my eye that I would find the girl I had last seen on the second day of the camp. My earnest search for the ‘shiny girl’ began the next day, … Continue reading The Clarion Call VI : Flashpoint.
On some day after the morning meditations, when most of the platoon was assembled in one place for the repetitive military drills, I was offered a welcome alternative. Instead of marching like there was no tomorrow, I was called upon to practice with the athletic team. In those days of camp, anything that saved you … Continue reading The Clarion Call V
From last week, “With or without my assent, I had just become an official property of the Nigerian government, and I would need the help of God.” The morning was fairly routine and identical to most of the other mornings in camp. I woke around 4.30am to a frosty cold that whispered temptations of sleep … Continue reading Clarion Call IV
I had yet to complete my registration but had already begun to hear warnings, getting close to threats of what would happen to me if I didn’t finish ASAP. So immediately the parade practice ended, I rushed down to the place where the registration was taking place. The queue there was quite extensive and curved … Continue reading The Clarion Call III
Walking up from the field, the illustrious Mammy Market was set in a small, uppermost north-east corner of the camp. It had little less than one score canopies spread out in all directions, including centre. I think most people went there primarily for food, I know I did and the majority of traders there sold … Continue reading The Clarion Call II
On that day, one hundred thousand young men and women were summoned from the solace of their homes to one of almost three dozen centers across this country. I was one of them and like each of my colleagues, I had no choice in the matter. We were all going to ‘serve our nation’ with … Continue reading The Clarion Call I