This is my own memory: my memory of two great Nigerian cities in a time and a country that once was. In so many ways, the
It could be my memory. The things I choose to remember. The things I choose to forget. Or could it be my imagination? How could it so right and so wonderful then, and then so wrong and so stale and debilitating now? May be it was never the way I remember it. May be
Political upheavals aside, life was good and sweet. Somehow I cannot remember a terrible time. I cannot remember ever being afraid of living or being afraid for my life. I was born in a place not too far from Obalende,
And indeed, some of the most distinguished modern jurists hail from
After high school, I moved up north to Jos,
You could not escape the historicity of
I made life-long friends in both cities. I met some of the kindest people on the face of the earth there. It was in Jos that I met my brother, B. A Adetona. In recent years however,
Jos has become the bedlam of political instability. It has become the hotbed for the unpredictable.
A city that was once home to liberalism and tolerance became known as the killing field. It is sad, so very sad with all those pent up anger, primordial sentiments, and religious and ethnic hatred. How could these be? How? In Jos? My Jos? The city’s innocence is lost; Jos may never be the same again.
Ha, I grieve for my old city. I grieve for all those who lost loved ones; and I grieve for innocence lost. It is so heartbroken to see Jos go the way of some other cities in
Jos is gone. Will
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Sabella is a gentleman, a scholar, a Nigerian patriot and worthy member of the human race.
I lived in Vom near Jos for two very happy years. I identify with his pain about Jos and hope that Ilorin does not suffer the same fate