Corruption
PROMETHEUS UNBOUND
These were the words that race through my consciousness as I left his presence utterly mortified by what I had just seen. Ecce Homo: he lay there horribly incomplete
These were the words that race through my consciousness as I left his presence utterly mortified by what I had just seen. Ecce Homo: he lay there horribly incomplete
I wager that this critique about my muse might still have some validity today. I am often accused of not writing for the common man because I write about
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,
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
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
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
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,
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
by DST