Matters Arising

I had heard a lot about the film. Renowned Oscar-winning director. Extremely popular male lead, a global superstar in the industry who had apparently given yet another career-defining performance.

We all know the story. Following King David’s act of adultery, the prophet visited him and narrated the account of the rich man who chose to forcibly abduct and sacrifice the only lamb of his poor neighbour to entertain his guests, rather than touch any of the several thousands that he personally possessed.

Emotions were high, there was the anticipation that at least the era of the Peoples Democratic Party’s, PDP, sitting at the driver’s seat and dishing out instructions at the National Assembly was about to come to an end at the resumption of plenary on Tuesday, following the gale of defections especially that rocked the House of Representatives.

In a bid to sustain the 2011 House project that produced the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Hon Aminu Tambuwal, and his deputy, Chief Emeka Ihedioha, innermost members of the House, during the Yuletide break, in a meeting, resolved to retain Ihedioha as Deputy Speaker in case Tambuwal decamps from the PDP to APC.
Based on this arrangement, Ihedioha remains in PDP, but holds unto his position as DS.

I was listening on the car radio to an artiste being interviewed the other day, and had to smile at his response to what Christmas reminded him of.

Among the (depressingly few) lights that twinkle in the firmament of Nigerian sports, none shone brighter in 2013 than the so-called ‘beautiful game’.

December is here again. So it means it’s that time of the year when several of us morph temporarily into accountants (albeit without due consent from ICAN). But of that estimable and multi-faceted profession, we constrain ourselves to a singular aspect: Stock-taking.

Last weekend had elements of both the bitter and the sweet. With the National Youth Sports Festival coming up in Abuja in December, I had looked forward to monitoring the final preparation drills of the local athletics group that I’m associated with.

Recently, I had cause to marvel as I wandered through the innards of a residential building constructed two decades earlier on the Lagos Mainland.

A few days ago, I received a phone call from a friend who stumbled upon the last article I wrote in which I lamented the predatory instinct for pecuniary gain that seems to have established itself as a defining national characteristic across all facets of our daily lives.

Recently, after a battle through morning rush hour traffic and meandering in search of a seemingly elusive address, I finally arrived at the destination for my appointment.