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.

The room was dark; matching his mood. But the grey light that filtered in through the slits between the heavy drapes showed dawn had finally broken.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote an article captioned ‘This beauty that makes me sad’. It was centred around my experience on a cruise where I touched on the beauty of nature and our inability as a country to harness and use nature for the common good. It was an article that led to comments on twits, blogs and emails. A friend and reader described it as ‘your soliloquy on the sea’. It was an apt description; why didn’t I think of it?

I received a very good news a couple of weeks ago.A childhood friend’s child had just been given a new life; literally.