In Praise Of Mediocrity

I have been fortunate to have done quite a bit of overseas travel compacted over the summer months and coincident with the long holiday break in the school calendar.  As I look back, exhausted and trying to catch my breath inside the salt mines of Lagos, I realize that all the trips I took were…

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Losing Touch With The People

This piece has some resonance with the just concluded Ekiti elections. It is a cautionary tale that underscores the need for a tactile kind of empathy with the people. Recently, I paid an unscheduled visit to a state owned general hospital. Mercifully the visit was not for treatment but to make some inquiries; either way,…

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The Power of Words by Kaye Whiteman

  On my recent visit to Lagos I received at the hotel a brown envelope from my old friend Tunji Lardner, whose bulky frame has somehow found a way of elbowing itself into this column on previous occasions. I had learnt that he had returned to his old metier from the world of civil society…

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Casting Stones

  In these two articles written in two parts, I examine my ongoing dilemma in confronting the moral relativism of the Nigerian society in which any and everything bad as opposed to good can be rationalized and justified. We have not so much as immoral as much as it is that we are AMORAL. Having…

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Casting Stones 2

The Preface In Casting Stones 1, I bemoaned the moral relativism of the Nigeria of my youth. I look back now, some thirty years on, indeed a generation away on how quaint my moral dilemma must seem to the Nigerian youth of today. Considering that most Nigerians,(perhaps as much as 70% if you consider our…

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Casting Stones 3

So it turns out that there is a third part to this story after all. To properly put this into some historical context; there was indeed a time when Nigeria was clearly under hegemonic rule and I dare I was a little bit more poetic in my writing. So I took some poetic license to…

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The Moon In the Man.

This was one of my literary flights of fancy. I was mercifully now preoccupied with Nigeria, just gazing at the moon and contemplating my navel. Annoyingly, man is no longer universally thought of as being the centre of the Universe. An intrepid Polish astronomer by name Copernicus, debunked that idea, way back in the medieval…

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Through The Glass Darkly

  Lately I have been having this recurring vision that it is at once intriguing as it is disturbing. In the vision I am on the second floor a house, peering through a square and clear glass window framed into a quadrant of four neat squares. It is invariably dawn with the Sun rising and…

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THOU SHALT NOT STEAL

I remember this piece with some fondness. It was the first of many ‘Preface to Cover’ essays I was to write for Newswatch magazine in its halcyon days of ground breaking print journalism. I remember the late Dele Giwa coming up to the library, snooping over my shoulders as I wrote (long hand) the opening…

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