General

We Must Keep Hope Alive

The post you are about reading is inspired by General Olusegun Obasanjo's "I See Hope" Though am too young to say that the Nigeria our past heroes left us with is better than the Nigeria we find ourselves today, what I heard as legend have it is that the country then was one peaceful place… Continue reading We Must Keep Hope Alive

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General

Prayer of a Melancholic Heart

Heavenly father, we come to you in this difficult times, we pray that your mercy intervene for the souls lost in retrospect and the many more that will go down because of the single decision we were blinded to make on the poll. We ask that you give us the wisdom in introspect to recognise… Continue reading Prayer of a Melancholic Heart

General

Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

“Why do you consult women's words when it is not their mouths that speak? Consult their eyes, their colour, their breathing, their timid manner, their slight resistance that is the language nature gave them for your answer. The lips always say 'No,' and rightly so; but the tone is not always the same, and that… Continue reading Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

General

The Dollar Syndrome (2)

As you read, the dollar syndrome has affected even marital consummation, I eavesdropped into a discussion, a man was telling his friend (I guess) that his wife now denied him sex because dollar was high. The same fellow went ahead pouring out his randy rage on Mr. President but never questioned the sanity of his… Continue reading The Dollar Syndrome (2)

General

The Dollar Syndrome

There is a three word expression that has gained ground and potency as a cover-all explanation for evil and ungodliness in our country Nigeria lately: “Dollar has increased” or put in a street man parlance,; “dollar don rise”. These words have been so abused that today if you greet your fellow man on the street,… Continue reading The Dollar Syndrome

Poem

Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, Reverberation of pains in my heart heaps. Not for the open gate of obtainment; Not for the apparent restiveness of my generation; Not for my labouring mother; Nor for my toiling father. Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, I weep with melancholy glued to my face Not for my… Continue reading Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul