Oga, dem say make I ask you one question: you dey crase?
Dreams? What is the price of dreams in my Nigeria your Nigeria? Dreams can only buy frustration, despondency, despair, and disappointments…
Life here as we saw it was a dark cloud
without a silver lining. We have become so dead to the wailings of the poor in our bid to get ourselves rich…
There was a supposed embargo on employment, but on an almost weekly bases, new staff joined, almost invariably related to some government official or other…
The average Nigerian lusts for easy wealth and society no longer questions the source of such wealth, rather flaunting such ill gotten wealth is the eulogized in glossy magazines…
what is the use of speaking all the languages if I cannot communicate with my relations from the village in the local dialect that has existed for generations?
Isn’t it only in this part of the world that foreigners almost succeed in making bona-fide nationals look like illegal immigrants?
Poverty and a crippled economy have forced hundreds of thousands of children out of Nigerian schools into the streets to fend for themselves and their families…
On TV, young people who ought to be in school are being paraded
as crime suspects… Meanwhile, the children of our leaders are seen in
society magazines at graduation ceremonies in American and British universities…
It should be noted that in the modern era, the United States “invented” terrorism just that it preferred to name her actions “Covert Operations”
Nigerians in the Diaspora are reluctant to say that they are from Nigeria. Some of us believe we could lose an interview, lose our honor, or perhaps get treated unfairly differently, if we identify with being a Nigerian…