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Towards healing a nation’s 60 yr old wound, by Muyiwa Adetiba

Towards healing a nation’s 60 yr old wound, by Muyiwa Adetiba

This is the sixtieth year – to the week – of the July 1966 coup that has been infamously regarded as a counter-coup. A coup thatunfortunately marked the degeneration of a Nigeria that our fore fathers strove for and tried to build.A coup that subsequently led to a thirty- month Civil War which still leaves a lingering […]
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Lest we forget

Lest we forget

By Muyiwa Adetiba Eminent personalities from within and without have been effusive in their praise of President Jonathan since the remarkable concession that gave the electoral victory to General Buhari. And so it should be. Very few men in history and fewer still from Africa, have conceded defeat even before the final count was announced. […]

God is at the window

God is at the window

By Muyiwa Adetiba Tomorrow is Easter Sunday; one of the most important dates in the Christian calendar. It commemorates the day Jesus, our Redeemer, rose from the dead thereby destroying the power of death. It also signifies an end to the six week Lenten season. To us in Nigeria, it also signifies an end in […]

A prayer for Nigeria, my country

A prayer for Nigeria, my country

Just picture this scene. A bus full of people of different ages and nationalities, is parked at the slope of a hill, a few meters from the sea. The sea waves are gentle as they caress the base of the hill. The sea looks calm but deep.

Final appeal to fellow Nigerians

Final appeal to fellow Nigerians

Nigerians go to the polls Saturday to choose their next President. If all goes well, it would be a fresh mandate for the lucky winner and a new lease of life for Nigeria. The two main contestants, Buhari and Jonathan, by now have a pretty good idea what the problems of the country are simply by going round the country and listening to the people.

Old school values

Old school values

Last month, I stepped, no, drove confidently with a wife and son in tow, to the same compound I first tentatively stepped into as a shy, small boy some 50 years ago. My first port of call was the chapel where a thanksgiving service was going on. This chapel held many bitter/sweet memories for me because it was, in my early years before the school hall was rebuilt,more than a prayer ground.