There are many occasions when you are invited to events, many reasons affect the decision to attend, a lot depends on your values, objectives and willingness to do things differently. It is probably easier when you arrive at the event and you find yourself among those you know.

Picture this: I am standing in the middle of the road with a bullet wound in my left leg.  Nevertheless, a strange voice says to me: “There is nothing wrong with your leg.”  What about all the blood?  What about the fact that I cannot walk?

Different media organizations have from within and outside the country, bandied different figures on the number of schoolgirls that had been released of the 110 abducted February 19   by suspected Boko Haram insurgents; from Government Girls Science and Technical College Dapchi, Yobe state. Finally, most have settled on 101.

The inept reaction of the PDP opposition, however, does not justify the disgusting dissonance on the part of the APC administration and its propagandists to the miserable conditions of the girls

Speaking of vision, a thick, black smoke enveloped the air in the afternoon of last week Wednesday reducing visibility and making it almost ‘dark at noon.’ I was scared as thicker and darker smoke billowed. It seemed so close to home that I thought one of the factories next to ours had caught fire. I felt I needed to do something in case of eventualities but the sheer magnitude of the smoke made me feel helpless. So there was I, petrified and fidgety, until a worker told me it was not as near as I thought and was sure the authorities would have been aware because of the scale of the fire. It turned out to be true, but it was cold comfort at the time. Olusosun, one of the dumpsites of the Lagos State Government was on fire. On a good day, this site is less than five minute drive from my office in Oregun and just a few hundred meters by air. My worries were therefore not entirely unfounded.