Laugh, if you want to. The last time I wrote, I tried to explain why I went to South Africa. One would have expected that should I have cause to do another travelogue it should be a trip to either Hawaii, the beaches and carnival fun of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil or Toyota’s Japan where I heard cars are being given out free to prove that the brakes are now working and you can do 250km per hour, commit suicide and still live to testify to the advantage the embattled motor company.

THE continued murder of innocent villagers by alleged band of roving Fulani janjaweed in Plateau State attracted the candid opinion of Libyan leader Col Muammar Gaddafi over the past week. He was quoted as saying that splitting Nigeria into two would stop the killings and burning of places of worship that have bedevilled this country for decades in Northern Nigeria.

Only one little pin prick ends the life of a balloon. Yes, one little pin prick. When you hear the pop, you look in the direction of where, some moments ago, the balloon was dancing to the music of the wind.

Students of the history of nations are bound to agree that Nigeria has entered a stage or what I call the demonic phase of postcoloniality which demands from us a critical scrutiny. I have been tracing out in an on-going work, a theory of the postcolonial nation using the catastrophe model.

What further proof of incompetence against the former Co-ordinator of NAPEP does one need if he could not produce contract documents signed before he assumed office and did not alert the relevant law enforcement agencies, including the EFCC , when he searched in vain for them?