This season, called the Ember months, always fills me with some trepidation and I usually heave a sigh of relief when it rolls to a crescendo on January 1. About this time next week, it would be a year since a dear friend Sesan Ogunro lost his life to armed car snatchers. Till today, to the best of my knowledge, none of his assailants has been apprehended.

Have you ever arrived at a party that has just finished? I have and it is not a pretty sight. This was many years ago in Edo State at a small town on the outskirts of Benin City. All the elements conspired against me on that day; bad roads, bad traffic, nonchalant traffic officials. On top of all that, I didn’t know my way and missed important turnings a couple of times.

Last week Saturday, exactly a week ago, Mr Bode Fadase known to many as Barry, passed on. He was 71. The news of his death filtered into the social circuit shortly after his demise and spread like wild fire. His was a death that shocked many especially his peers who still have memories of him in his imperial element as he often was for Barry loved life. He loved to have people around him. He loved camaraderie and jokes. Simply put, he loved to hold court.

This is a true story. A close friend was driving on a fairly busy road on Lagos Island when he was stopped by a traffic light. He looked right and his eyes caught a nine or ten year old child crying uncontrollably by the side. The sight so moved him that he parked his car and got down to see what was making the child so distraught. It turned out that the figures didn’t add up for the poor child.

By MUYIWA ADETIBA First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— because I was not Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionist and I did not speak out— because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews and I did not speak out—because I was not […]

It is all so predictable and all so sad. Our number four citizen and Honourable Speaker of the House of Representatives, Aminu Tambuwal jumped ship last week Tuesday. I don’t think his defection caught anybody by surprise least of all the powers that be in the PDP. You would have had to be living in Mars to be surprised by his defection. It was always going to be when not if

Former President Olusegun Obasanjo, a Christian, last week slammed the very idea that APC was considering a Muslim/Muslim ticket for its Presidential campaign describing it as insensitive and naïve.

I stumbled across an advert on NTA last Sunday with the theme:‘They Lied To The World’. It was centred on the campaign for the release of the Chibok girls who were captured some six months ago.

It is no longer news that the PDP leadership has presented itself—and us by implication—with a ‘fait accompli’. It has endorsed unanimously, the candidature of the incumbent President. Now the choice is ours come 2015, to reject or accept the endorsement.

The President commissioned the Benin-Ore Expressway a couple of weeks ago. This must be good news to those who ply that road and who must have suffered untold hardship for several years. I don’t ply the road: not any more.

I was gobsmacked when I learnt that the PDP governors together with the party’s NEC had unanimously endorsed President Goodluck Jonathan for the second term. Some two short years ago, several Northern governors were grandstanding as they raised several—mainly self-serving reasons—Jonathan should not re-contest.

I met the man called the Black Scorpion who died a couple of weeks ago, about four times in the 70s. One of them was when I had this interview with him. I thought of sharing my impressions during those meetings but I believe excerpts of my interview done in August 1977, will better capture the essence of him

What image comes to your mind when you hear that a Christian Group is coming to town and what would be your reaction? In all probability, it would be the image of a boring group of Scripture Union adherents in long, loose fitting attires, probably made of dull colours.

This article is not on the Ebola fever about which much has been written. It is about a different kind of fever; the type that gripped the world (World Cup) about the time Ebola gripped West Africa. This is the season of soccer.

One man who has shot into political prominence—and stayed aloft—is Asiwaju Bola Ahmed Tinubu, the man variously and fondly called BAT, Asiwaju, Emeritus, Jagaban or Leader. Some simply but aptly call him Eko because of his almost complete hold on Lagos, the nation’s richest and most influential State.