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My noisy neighborhood, by Muyiwa Adetiba

This wasn’t supposed to be my preferred article for this week. I had looked forward to writing about Ben Shelton, the likeable Black American tennis player who had a tournament breakthrough and would have matched a fifty year -old history if he had beaten Zverev, his opponent at the Finals of the US Open. Two […]
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POST ELECTION BRUISES: The road to healing will be slow

By Muyiwa Adetiba A face of a middle aged man tearing up his international passport in a video which has since gone viral stared at me. I don’t know whether what he did was criminal or not – it would at least be considered disrespectful and a desecration worthy of recriminations in some countries to […]

You can’t always get away with lawlessness

By Muyiwa Adetiba How many times have we seen vehicles, especially commercial vehicles run red lights as if they were not there for a purpose? How many times have we seen military vehicles speed recklessly on one-way streets thereby endangering the lives of those who have the right to that side of traffic, including pedestrians? […]

Dancing in my ears

By Muyiwa Adetiba It was about an hour past midnight and I had just entered the next phase of sleep when I heard the sound. It was the unmistakable hum of a mosquito. Somehow, and not for the first time, a lone mosquito had invaded the privacy of my room. I ignored it, more in […]

Too little, too late

By Muyiwa Adetiba The words of elders will always be evergreen irrespective of when they are uttered. Some four and a half decades ago, in 1978 to be precise, I had asked Julius Nyerere, the then Prime Minister of Tanzania, about the break-up of the East African Economic Council which was set up to promote […]

The trump in many of us

By Muyiwa Adetiba The Sunday Punch should be 50 this year. It means anybody who had any role to play in the newsroom at its birth or was around within its first year would today be at least fifty years in journalism. I was in the latter group. It makes me feel ancient to say […]

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