I love Kano. It holds some of my best memories. It was the city that introduced me to trade unionism. I was a youth corper and had been rejected by some employers when the then Civil Service Technical Workers Union offered me a place for my primary assignment.

THE world is at war. One without boundaries. With the terrorist taking centre stage, the universe is on the edge. The sane shake their heads while the unbalanced, tweet triumphant messages claiming authorship of additional innocent lives they have taken at random.

SOME days ago, I woke up to find that someone, or group had decided to change my country. It was there on Facebook; a supposed map of a new country called Biafra. I was neither consulted nor my opinion sought. I am not also aware that the Ijaws, who are my parents, our neigbours the Isokos, Itsekiris, Urhobos, Efiks, Ibibios, Orons etcetera, were consulted. Some fellow Nigerians in demonstrating their right to self-determination, decided that I do not have the right to be consulted.

MINISTERS from seventy countries camped in France for three days from this Sunday. It was humanity’s War Cabinet meeting for the third time this year. It was like a country being under carpet bombing, and the Executive debating how to scramble jets into the sky to mitigate the disaster.

PARLIAMENT of the Streets: Mass strikes and street protests that shook Nigeria in 2012 is the title of my newest book. Although written over three years ago, it has just come off the press. It seeks to document those turbulent days when government had control of Aso Rock, the Government Houses and the apparatus of state power, while the populace took firm control of the streets in an historic power struggle.