The Federal Republic of Nigeria – hereinafter referred to as “Nigeria” wherever and whenever the context so admits; is one of the largest exporters of crude oil in the world. What this should ordinarily translate to is that petroleum (which is its major by product) and petroleum related products should be easily and readily … More Idle Bants, Random Thoughts and This Thing Called Nigeria (2): How to Rape a Nation.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about headlines… A lot. Not the wishy-washy ones like the title of this my post, but the real captivating ones like you’ll see below later on in this post and particularly, the important role they play in the dissemination of information and how often they misconstrue that information. But first things … More Idle Bants, Random Thoughts and This Thing Called Nigeria: A Captivating Headline.
Just yesterday, news broke of the appointment of a Commissioner for Happiness and Couples Fulfillment by the Governor of Imo state Owelle Rochas Okorocha Rochas for the good people of Imo state, however, this well thought out and much welcome decision has been met with a lot of resistance, aggression and abuse by a lot … More Of Happiness, Fulfillment and the Good People of Imo State.
Originally posted on inkyfire:
The Third Mainland Bridge reminds me of Christ on the cross, sandwiched between two men of contrasting fortunes. One heading for the gilded streets of Heaven, the other resolutely headed for the crackling fires of Hell. Both men unified and split by the very thing which brings them together. Fate. On…
Score: Brymo’s Do you know me. “Do you know who I am?” This, is the catchphrase/punchline of every “important” person in Nigeria. Mind you, importance in Nigeria is relative. You don’t actually need to be important yourself to employ this punchline; all you need in order to assert your right to fame is to be … More How to be Important in Nigeria.
There’s poetry in gunshots that only the brave can hear, but even heroes know when to get scared. Free speech is for the living dead men tell no tales a slip of the tongue a slit of the throat another drop of wine for courage in a world filled with chaos and conflict. There’s poetry … More There’s Poetry in Gunshots
During the festival of shame, whilst the python was dancing and the crocodile smiling to a sycophant beat that refrained; “stealing is not corruption,” your thieves came and accused my thief of graft. A dire collection of busybodies, Of looters, slaveships and slavers. Sitting in silent justice, they named her criminal… Refusing to see the … More “My thief is bigger than your thief”