“When did you start writing?” A Heart to Mend had been published, reviews were trickling in and the interviews quickly followed with their questions. The easy answer is that I started writing as a child Read More
“When did you start writing?” A Heart to Mend had been published, reviews were trickling in and the interviews quickly followed with their questions. The easy answer is that I started writing as a child Read More
I have often dreamed of a time in the near future, when my struggles become memories, and my dreams become my reality. It is every man’s desire to be happy, but sometimes we seek happiness Read More
The April 29th edition of Bookjam which took place at the Silverbird mall in Abuja was so interesting. It started with a debate about publishing rights. The argument that caught my interest was between one Read More
Finally, to underscore NYSC’s woeful mishandling of corps members, let us discuss the use of corpers by INEC in the just-concluded electoral exercise. When I heard, sometime in 2010, that the NYSC Director-General, Brig.-Gen. M.I. Read More
The time was 3.20pm and the celebrities had not started reading. It was my first time at Terra Kulture, the venue for the 8th edition of Celebrity Read Africa, an event put together by Read2Rise Read More

The second conclusion I came to about NYSC was that until the scheme is discontinued, development will elude some parts of this country. However, before I discuss that, let me talk about what I can Read More

The National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) means different things to different people. To some it is a laudable initiative, an opportunity for young Nigerians to physically contribute their part to the development of their nation. Read More
When in May, there were reports in the media that the Inspector General of Police, Hafiz Ringim had purportedly banned the use of mobile phones with cameras and other recording devices; there had been a Read More
Found this in my archives, thought it necessary to share it here. ________________________________ According to Science, everything is matter. Science teaches us that anything that has mass and occupies space is matter. It also reveals Read More
IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE DAY OF THE AFRICAN CHILD Dear reader, imagine this: Many World War veterans of Dutch origin come to South Africa, settle, introduce this so-called language called Afrikaans, become “white” Africans and Read More
Alero: Guess what dropped off Frank’s pocket on our way home yesterday? Sam: Lots of Christian tracts. Alero: Nop, try again! Sam: Ally, I don’t have time for unrewarding conversations this evening just tell me Read More
I consider myself a feminist and have always supported women looking good even as wives. So that means I support dresses that are a little ‘mini’ and a little makeup. Recently, however, I discovered that Read More
Curiosity kills the cat, as they say, and here you are, reading this story out of sheer curiosity. Thankfully, you’re not a cat. Savour the narrative without qualms. Growing up in Calabar was fun. Apart Read More
This essay is not written by a gentleman so leave it if you do not have the stomach for thinking the unthinkable. Anathema is my ambrosia; needling the conventional is my nectar. Hey, guy, Read More
“Your works are aggressive always prompting readers to want to rebel, and do you think your readers will ever want to go that road? Why don’t you just entertain the minds of your writers, let Read More
This is from a piece I wrote in October 2010 for some competition I clearly didn’t win. I hate essay competitions. Especially when I’m not winning… ************************************************************************* Dear Sir/Ma, Right now, it really sucks to Read More
The Shot Of Irony I could feel the excitement in the air. The girls were out to see their heroes. The cheers were getting louder by the minute. The tension was too much for me Read More
I like to appear like I’ve got it all together. And most people have no problem allowing me the satisfaction of this fallacy. Always someone singing my praises, commending my strength, admiring my poise and Read More
Going down memory lane, when we used to be kids, running around the street or probably in our kindergarten, there goes a popular poem….”My Mother………Who sat and watched, my infant head, when sleeping on my Read More