The police launched Operation Puff Adder to retake Abuja-Kaduna road from the underworld. But that Adder has failed to puff any venom.

The Bible says, in all our getting,  we should get understanding. I don’t know if our pastors can help their poor congregations understand this growing appetite for private jets. It’s possible that some pastors actually need  jets. And that their work for God would suffer if they traveled like the rest of us. I am not asking pastors to travel by donkey.  But before pastors buy jets , they should understand that private jets are symbols of opulence. The Bible warns us to avoid wastefulness.

Strip bars are sprouting everywhere.  It’s a cancerous phenomenon.A friend saw the house next door go up for sale. Then the buyer, the new owner,  began a curious renovation. When he was done, he hung  a cryptic sign. The neighborhood resisted the invasion by a putative beer parlor. The  beer parlor resisted the onslaught of anxious neighbours.  The law enforcement agents showed naked lethargy. The patrons of the new investment overwhelmed the moral disgust of the finicky  neighbours. The beer park-our stood.

Our electoral umpire has reached its wits end. The incoming National Assembly must  review the 2019 elections and overhaul our electoral laws.

Our electoral umpire has reached its wits end. The incoming National Assembly must  review the 2019 elections and overhaul our electoral laws. The loopholes are gaping.  INEC has tried to be impartial and struggled to follow the  law. But with desperate politicians everywhere, undue legalism could be self defeating, could further injustice.

You can never  see it all in Nigeria. When you think you have seen it  all with mediocrity and unscrupulousness, someone pulls something new, egregious,  off the top drawer, and we all laugh about it.

In the end, Rivers is our shame. A political culture of violence unlimited.

Igbo is a migrant tribe. Lagos is a melting pot. Igbos will always abound in Lagos, any Lagos. They can’t be stopped. And can’t stop themselves.  They have taken their industriousness  everywhere. They have become the mostly widely dispersed and widely entrenched race in Nigeria and perhaps Africa. Lagos is where things happen.  Igbos are made for Lagos.

The country is still with him. He won popular votes by a huge margin. He won in four of the six geographical zones. Buhari has proved his point. He is the choice of the majority, esteemed letter writers and a council of bishops notwithstanding.

Our politics is the caricature of the real thing. You can call it a circus.  But if it’s a circus then the main show is in the stares. It’s amongst our governors that the travesty becomes truly naked. In the states,  absurdities strut  the streets, shoulders held high, without blinking.

It was a timely message, poorly delivered. What Governor Nasir El-Rufai has in boldness, he lacks intact.  It has proved a chronic handicap. But let’s keep the baby and throw away only  the dirty bath water.

Everyone must die. Death is a debt we must all pay. Youth gives us a false sense of immortality. But age clears the fog.  We see our friends and family disappear. And that illusory immortality fades. Death makes life finite and therefore  precious. But it’s the arbitrariness of death  that makes living a nervous enterprise.

Corruption can kill Nigeria. Fake news can decimate it. But fuel poured on it from high by acclaimed fathers can ruin it quickly and leave it desolate for ages. That is why Bishop Kukah must rush back to Ota.

Atiku will sell the NNPC. We know he will.  They sold quite a lot the last time. So he didn’t need to swear he would do it. 

I had a chat with some youths in Orodo, my home town,  recently. Orodo is in Imo state.  The bulk of them were unemployed and under employed. We talked about  the coming elections.