All We See Is Politics. Where Is Governance? By Muyiwa Adetiba
The whole world took notice when the Chibok abduction happened. It was so daring that it was almost unbelievable. How could such a raid be planned and executed without intel being aware? How could so many young girls disappear in plain sight? How could security be bridged so easily, so blatantly? Especially in an area where security […]
If Prince Harry were a Nigerian prince
You have got to feel for Prince Harry. This time last year, he was literally the golden haired boy. He was a royal among royals: the quintessential upper crust.
Medical fugitives
Ex-Governor Ayo Fayose could be excused if all he did was seek medical help from nature. There are many in the medical world who believe in letting nature do its healing work first before syringes and pills take over. The first thing our elders used to do whenever they visited a sick person who was bedridden was to open the windows and draw the blinds to let fresh air and light flood the room. It was their way of letting nature in. A close friend once had a child who had a nasal issue. The elderly doctor the wife consulted advised her to take the child to the beach early in the morning for a month to let the salty air do the healing. If that didn’t happen, then he would prescribe drugs. And in years past, luxurious sea travel used to be specially recommended for the rich who needed to recuperate. Exercises are also a good form of the healing process. And exercises come in different ways—from dancing to walking to aerobics to sports. Fayose obviously prefers dancing—and who would blame him especially if the instructor or dancing partner is a beautiful damsel.
It depends on whose hands it is in
By Muyiwa Adetiba Simon Kolawole, the former Editor of This Day Newspaper and founder of a fast growing online newspaper, is ‘a beloved son in whom I am well pleased.’ I try to read his column as often as I can, and I am always impressed by his clarity of thought as well as his […]
Every day is minus one
The year 2019 and its baggage, came to a final, inexorable end this week. It was without a whimper. In fact, it was so seamless that one had to make an effort to notice its passage and an even greater effort to stop whatever one was doing in acknowledgement. Yet, with it came the end of a decade—some would say a momentous one—to make it two decades after the much hyped millennium.
Touch a life, save a life
I woke up late morning to a darkened room and looked out to see heavy clouds. I had started my morning devotion when the elements opened up. Thankfully not in torrents but in drizzles. It was one of those days you wished you could stay in bed and curl up with a good book. But it was a day I needed to venture out and rain would be a dampener.
