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Carrying coal to Nescastle, by Muyiwa Adetiba

Regular users tell me that the road from Sagamu interchange to the Lagos end is usually about thirty minutes if the traffic is light and about forty-five minutes if it is heavy, which often happens at weekends. Recently, it took us – my two friends and I – almost four hours to navigate that journeyand […]
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What Presidency’s major New Year resolution must be

We all dream of being rich, famous and good looking with lovely spouses and beautiful children. But for all of us, that is where it all ends— in the realm of the surreal. Harold Robbins puts it well in his timeless novel:‘Dreams die first’, because they do.

A tale of two countries

This is a tale of two people close to my family who had serious car accidents in two different countries in perhaps two different eras.

The president we need in 2015

Last week, my friend and neighbour Dr Kingsley Kola Akinroye (KK), was formerly presented to a diverse but select crowd of expatriates and Nigerians as the Honorary Consul of Finland. It was the peaking of a romance that started about 15 years ago, and which hopefully, will still have many peaks.

Jesus for love, Jesus for money

If you were fed on a diet of James Hardly Chase, Sydney Sheldon and Harold Robbins as some of us were in the seventies or thereabout, you probably would have come across ‘The Spellbinder’, one of Harold Robbins latter novels.

OKADA VS LAGOS STATE: ‘The baby and the bathwater’

It was a public holiday, the second of the two-day Sallah holidays, and I was being driven along Ikorodu road towards Surulere, grateful that the traffic gridlock of the first three days of the week had eased off considerably, when I saw him.

Flown abroad for treatment

India, Germany, France, UK, USA, Dubai and even South Africa. These are the favourite haunts of our elites whenever they have any ailment or any discomfort.

A little mirror to the Nigerian Police

The swift way the perpetrators of the ‘face book’ murder of Cynthia Osokogu were brought to book, brought huge relief to all of us, and, if truth be told, more than a little pride. But more importantly, it brought closure and allowed the friends and family of the poor lady and to some extent, the larger society, to also have closure and move on with their lives. That is how it should be. A crime is committed, the perpetrators are apprehended, justice is done, the society learns from it, and moves on.

Why didn’t we heed the warning

It was the morning after. Literally. I got into the U.K on a cold September morning after a mild storm had wrecked havoc in some areas of London the night before.

Why didn’t we heed the warning?

It was the morning after. Literally. I got into the U.K on a cold September morning after a mild storm had wrecked havoc in some areas of London the night before.

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