Re: FFK, the prostitution of a statesman, by Seni Akinrinade

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It was with mixed feelings that I received the news that Chief Femi Fani-Kayode, FFK may have decamped from the main opposition All Progressives Congress APC to the ruling People’s Democratic Party PDP. As in, JUST LIKE THAT!!!!!!!

Well I described my initial reaction as “mixed” because even though FFK has recently gained a huge followership (or readership, if you mind) on social media due to his open criticisms of the anti-people policies of the current GEJ-led federal government, his antecedents as the mouthpiece (attack dog) of the not-so-popular Obasanjo-led FG remain fresh in my memory. It got so bad that the then presidential spokesman would spit fire plus venom on anybody (I mean anybody) who dared to disagree with the president on any matter then. OBJ just could not go wrong in FFK’s diary then, the same way GEJ cannot be wrong in Dr Reuben Abati’s opinion nowadays.

 

Well, FFK was later rewarded with ministerial positions but that pathway would not form part of this article. I think this short introduction was necessary just to remind us that FFK has always had the tendency to “defend” his source of livelihood and it Continue reading

Re: Omojuwa & other arrested Nigerian protesters. Can we chat? by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi

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It was an evening not anywhere surreal. As usual, everyone went about their daily tasks rather differently; some peacefully, others riotously, irritably, miserably, grumpily or some like billy-o. However, for some of us who were privileged, to say the best, or disadvantaged, to say the obvious, to be members of the academia, we were cocooned within an office space that was dimly lit, ventilated by a small slit called a window. As we sat, marking time, a song that waltzed itself straight to my spine was Fela Anikulapo’s “Suffering and Smiling”. I wondered why but wasn’t it rather apparent?

 

Here in Nigeria, at a time when young Nigerians should be brazenly outspoken at demanding the respect of their long-trodden rights, everyone seems to be sated by the crumbs that fall off “God knows where”. No one talks, no one agitates, no one cares about their trampled rights; everyone simply grumbles and submits “Why should I be the one to lead?” There’s a Yoruba wise-saying thatomo Continue reading

FATHERHOOD a short fiction by Olakunle Sanusi

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I became a father one dusty, quiet harmattan morning precisely on February 17th 1998. I was going on thirty, and as my wife was led into the labor room I felt a surge of inexplicable pride, little did I know the events that would unfold; that I would experience a turnaround in my spiritual existence never occurred to me.

Nothing had prepared me for the admixture of trauma and joy I experienced that morning. Felicia never complained about any excessive abdominal pain nor was there any warning from the doctor that the birth would be difficult. I was awakened around 3:00 am in the morning by the sounds of Felicia groaning and holding her lower Continue reading

OUR… ‘KK’ …LADIES – a case of an empty { } mind? by Tiasma and Lumbite

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The lamentation and the examination of the Nigerian species of girls by two counterparts

DISCLAIMER: this is not an academic or a scholarly work as it is not backed with any raw scientific fact.

PRELUDE: it is worthy to note that this piece, as hereby produced, is the abridged and edited transcript of a two-way dialogue, dated 18th of Sept., 2013, between two young men who currently boast of the studentship of the Obafemi Awolowo University. This conversation is nothing but just what it claims to be – a social but highly passionate chat. It never occurred to the two young men, way back in September, last year, that there would later be a need to publish their spontaneous chat. But then, what made them decide to propagate this conversation? For one reason, it is about a subject, that has for long agitated their sense of what is elegant and sublime; and what else? – they know there exists some other few men, old or young, who share in their inconvenient passion. And, of course, the sole and major target of this tirade, complaint, or whatever else it is fit to be called, is none other than our dear ladies. It is the hope of these two young conversationalists, and their like-minded fellows, to challenge our ladies’ sense of what is high and sublime, not merely in fashion and appearance, but most importantly in mind and conduct. So, not to bore your pants off, the two young men are, herein, recognized by their aliases; one Lumbite, the other Tiasma. And that, while Lumbite, by instinct of nature, played the part of a Complainant and an Accuser, Tiasma, by an equally natural bent of temperament, assumed the role of an Interrogator and a mild Judge. Enjoy the chat!

 VERDICT: “In this chat, all ladies are guilty but many more than few”

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L : Tiasma !

T : how far ?

L : tight bro.

T:  you already working on my request?

L:  yeah. But Tiasma, I’m having some issues with my g-mail account. Continue reading

Yansh and the culture of Competition

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If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.

Because if you pick it up, it dies

and it ceases to be what you love.

So, if you love a flower, let it be.

Love is not about possession.

Love is about appreciation. – Osho

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Big yansh! Showy yansh!! Taking a passive walk around a community, where young gentlemen and ladies usually congregate or patrol in an active hour; to and fro classrooms, libraries, laboratories, dormitories and or houses, one (average guy, pastor or the other) is bound to behold beautiful, scintillating, romance-stimulating (you-know-what-I-mean? more of it!) figures (Big yansh! Showy yansh!!) that tend to be attractive anywhere your face turns (and it turns often enough). Believe me, irrespective of who you are or how religious you are, your eyes are beings of their own, they must see. One wonders why people don’t flee (no accusation of being literal here, please) at such sights, in spite of the warning in the scriptures of one of the modern religions. Continue reading

The Memoirs of Yomi “d drunk”, Very Short Story by Chibundo Ubachukwu

This piece was written by Chibundo Ubachukwu and published on a sister site on the 21st of November, 2011. Then, it probably meant just a piece. Today, in retrospect, when next I encounter Chibundo, who incidentally is a Pharmacist, I’ll salute him like he was a Prophet.

“Dear President Goodluck Jonathan,

My name is Yomi Smart. Bimpe (my wife) says I’m incapable of rational thought because I’m a drunk. Silly rabbit, what does she know? Sadly, a prophet has no honour in his own house. But all my friends can confirm that I give the best of advice when under the influence. Also, my wife thinks you are a hypocritical politician – you have my permission to arrest her. On the other hand, I still see you as a leader who can jump start some necessary change in Nigeria. I hope you do! Continue reading

Don’t fall for this Pope Francis hoax: 5 things to know and share by Jimmy Akin

The last blog article published here presented claims that were purportedly made by Pope Francis. There’s however truer counterclaims. In cases like this, what is important may not be the facts (or supposed facts) presented but the need to bring such information, especially the extremely strange, to the fore for people to be hinted. Over time, it is believed, the people will get used to the possibility of the idea. Is that right? Don’t ask me.

The following piece was published, as a reaction to the previously published, in National Catholic Register.

“Some Internet sites are reporting that Pope Francis has declared that “all religions are true,” that there is no hell, and other provocative things. Continue reading