Any notion that the position of the Inspector General of Police is not a very powerful one, must be quickly laid to rest by the turn out, a fortnight ago, at Mohammed Abubakar’s wedding to his heartthrob, Safiya.

My week started with an S.O.S text message from a mother of four who had been abandoned by her husband, and to her, the whole world. Her travails started about four years ago when she lost her job and her husband’s business gradually collapsed.

I want to apologise for my column this week to those who missed the classic US open last Monday night out of choice; especially those who don’tknow the difference between a serve and a volley.

So why were we not surprised that the PDP imploded at its own convention last week? Why was the news not greeted with dismay by the generality of the people? Is it because we are yet to fully grasp the meaning of a ruling party that has imploded and the effect it could have on governance? No.

A couple of years ago, bank PHB, a Nigerian bank, ran some exciting futuristic adverts. One of them was on cars that could drive themselves while holding the owners in decent conversations. It seemed far fetched but the reality is that most of these futuristic science fictions seem to catch up with us sooner than we expect. If the mind can conceive it, then science seems to be able to achieve it. I will not be at all surprised, given what cars are up to these days, if Bank PHB’s dream soon becomes a reality.

It was a languid Sunday; one of those days that seemed to stretch and I was at a loose end. So I decided to spend some quality time with a mentor. Only he had a prior appointment and wouldn’t be home. He then asked me if I could join him and his ‘date’ at Freedom Park for 6pm.

If the stories around a ‘certain deportation’ leave an unpleasant taste in the mouth, the division it has caused leaves a more bitter taste. Almost every account you read has some ethnic colouration. It is even worse online where the comments tend to be down right rude and abusive— and these from our young minds!

I am racked with guilt when I have not visited my aged mother for a while. I am racked with guilt when I have visited and I am on my way back to base. I just can’t seem to do enough to make her remaining years more comfortable.

The interview granted by Senator Sani Yerima to a major newspaper last Saturday did little justice to the issues at hand. I had looked forward to reading it in the hope that certain ‘matters arising’ would be cleared but was very disappointed.

I have on my shelf, an autographed copy of General Obasanjo’s ‘My Command’ which gave his account of the unfortunate civil war. I also have General Madiebo’s (un-autographed) version of the war.

And so Major Hamza Al-Mustapha went home last week to a tumultuous welcome after 14 years of incarceration. His daughter who was five years old when he was locked up is now 19. That special father/daughter relationship that is usually forged in teenage years might be lost for ever.

A big fish was spiked out of the muddy waters of politics and government in China early this week and hung up to dry.

It was a week to my promotional exams to form five, and I had been following a carefully laid out revision plan.

The ailing Nelson Mandela tops a short list of personalities I wished I had interviewed during my interviewing years.

The discourse with Jimi Disu is a weekly inter view show that is aired on Classic FM every Sunday.