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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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Father and son feud, by Muyiwa Adetiba

There is a feud currently going on in the US between its President and the Governor of California. It largely has to do with jurisdiction, or the limits of power if you like. The week has witnessed some protests against the forceful immigration policy of President Trump in parts of California, especially Los Angeles, America’s second largest […]

Who is really weaponising poverty? By Muyiwa Adetiba

Former President Bill Clinton left the White House at fifty-four with a financial challenge. It is inconceivable for us in Africa and especially in Nigeria, for a former President who had been a two-term Governor to boot, to ever face the daunting prospect of insolvency on leaving office. It is not as if he had a […]

Approval Ratings: The new Pope, America’s Trump and our own Tinubu, by Muyiwa Adetiba

The whole world, not just the Catholic or the Christian faithful, welcomed the announcement of the new Pope with joy and possibly expectation. The euphoria that surrounded this announcement as captured by the media, cut across race and religion. It was the joy of a world searching for a true, non-partisan, non- sectarian leadership. In […]

My TV screen is bigger than yours, by Muyiwa Adetiba

A friend came visiting recently. It was his first time to the house so I took him round our home before settling him in the family living room which I felt was cozier since it was just the two of us. He commended the arrangement of the apartment and its ‘view’. Compliments over, we settled down to […]

Rains are here and the poor have no shelter, by Muyiwa Adetiba

I should have given a thought to it but I didn’t. The breeze coming through the open French windows had become distinctively cooler and fresher, meaning it could rain. Instead, groggy with sleep, I covered my head and snuggled into my pillow for warmth. Then, in the small hours of the morning, the breeze brought […]

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