It’s Christmas. The anticipation is over. The gifts have been bought and wrapped. Travelers for the most part, have reached their destinations.

Every year, a major bank lights up a street in Victoria Island around the Christmas season. It is a walkable distance from my home so I try to go there at least once every year to see the lovely sights.

The title of this article is not original to me. It was the title of a lovely article that has remained dormant in my subconscious for more than four decades. (Good articles do that to me).

The social media has its uses and abuses. Its strengths and weaknesses. For starters, you don’t need to be a professional journalist to become a practitioner as was the case in my time.

One of life’s most endearing sights is seeing two children of diverse backgrounds and even skin colour who have never seen or met before, reach out in affection and expectation to each other. I have seen this so many times in different circumstances – parties, hospitals, offices etc.

We were in traffic along Kingsway Road Ikoyi when my driver who normally keeps to himself while driving, asked a most unusual question.

Lagos (from the toll gate) to Benin was a three hour trip or thereabout in the late 70s and early 80s. The road was that good. Many people my generation often boasted about making it under three hours. But it entailed taking those unnecessary risks which, pumped up by youthful adrenalin, we largely discounted.   

2020 was a special year for the world at large. It will always have its special place in the annals of history. It was the year a humbled, perplexed and befuddled world literally shut down when the rumour of a looming pandemic became a reality.

Otis Redding’s evergreen song, ‘Sitting on the dock of bay’ came severally to mind as I sat on the embankment of the lake at the International Institute for Tropical Agriculture (IITA) Ibadan two weekends ago with a fishing rod in my hand.

By Muyiwa Adetiba I cannot claim to know Dr Obadiah Mailafia, the man whose sudden death shook the nation a couple of weeks ago.  I met him only once when I was introduced to him at a Vanguard function by Frank Aigbogun, the Publisher of Business Day Newspaper. Yet, I cannot truly claim not to […]

My pre-Independence thoughts are hazy. Understandably so given my age at Independence. But I still recollect growing up with local police around.

How many times have we heard the argument that herding – meaning open grazing – is a way of life for a particular tribe in Nigeria?

By Muyiwa Adetiba The news of the gruesome  murder of Abdulkareem, the  son of Senator BalaNa’Allah went viral recently. It was probably not so much because of the death itself or the manner of his death since brutal killings have become common in today’s Nigeria, but rather because of his status. Abdulkareem’s father is a […]

We all have those things that remind us of our parents whether dead or alive. Things which were so ingrained in them that they became parts of who they were.

The great Cassandra, the legendary columnist of the British Daily Mirror and one of the best journalists of his time, once said it was no use being a columnist if you could not use it to fight your battles.