Bishop David Oyedepo says poverty is not of God. He insists a child of God has no business being poor and declares: “There’s a proven covenant cure for poverty.” If this were true and proven, all the world’s poor would have become rich Christians by now.

One American politician once said that every political party, sooner or later, develops its “lunatic fringe” – people who carry the advocacy for the political party to the most dangerous extremes. Nigeria has not reached there yet. But, we are getting too damn close for comfort. And two men, one belonging to the Peoples’ Democratic Party, PDP, and the other a member of the All Progressive Congress, APC, are driving us “hell for leather” to the brink of political madness.

Last week, I received an arrogant SMS message from a certain Dr. Nelson in response to my essay entitled “The anti-intellectual character of Nigerians,” in which I lamented the overbearing anti-intellectualistic influence of religion in the consciousness of Nigerians. In the text, Dr. Nelson claimed that “Nigeria is in need of people who can give advice and solutions to its many problems.

Valentine Soroibe Agim was mostly known as Bob Miga. For those like me who grew up in Nigeria in the 1970s and early ‘80s, Bob Miga was a classic act; a superstar, and one among a wave of music celebrities whose sounds touched a core in our lives in a powerful and memorable way. It was particularly so for those in the East of Nigeria who came out of the civil war utterly devastated by war. Music saved our lives. It was young men – many just barely out of high school – who consoled us with the pulse of the most invigorating sounds ever created in the continent of Africa – with their unique, modern Afro-rock idioms. These young men took Nigeria by storm. They played music to fob-off anger and despondence. They played music to live.

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.” — Mahatma Gandhi

Life is big, it’s not made up of one person; it’s a complex network of many persons, many locations, many beliefs and many values. Navigating life in full control is virtually impossible as the forces that hold the power are not vested in any one person or even groups of persons. Life as we know it is a consequence of decisions and life styles lived over eons; we just add a few touches to what is already in existence. I look at my life and I am not stupid enough to take credit for its highs and lows; I am of course extremely grateful to God for the abundant grace that has brought me thus far.

To constantly follow events in the media should ordinarily place a person in a position to promptly appreciate new events and happenings around him and elsewhere. In Nigeria however, an ardent newspaper reader or radio listener or television viewer cannot be too sure to read, hear or see new events. It is not that media practitioners in Nigeria are not proactive enough to meet their mandate of public enlightenment.

There is a question that used to get me really irritated:“If you,your wife and your mother are in a boat and the boat is sinking and you can only save one person, who will you save, your wife or your mother?” I get irritated because I feel it is an unnecessary assumption meant to cause disaffection.

As a little girl, I had the privilege of watching a lot of British television series in our Black & White TV and later on, colour Televison. I loved horror movies and would always wait till late night of certain days to watch the Hammer House of Horror, a British television series.

Longstanding readers of this column will know that I was absolutely thrilled when Dr Goodluck Jonathan became our President.