When others, constrained by scruples, could only whisper their conspiracy theories , ‘the mother of the nation’ asked for cameras. What followed was even by her standards an epic. In that melodrama, she reveled all her parts – warmth, emotionality, irreverent spontaneity, crudity, daring aggression. She wouldn’t join her dithering husband in skirting around, she dived headlong and wallowed in it . In being more simple and less sophisticated, a certain license to disregard the bounds of propriety is assumed. Artlessness becomes sincerity. And peevishness can become virtuous unpretentiousness. Loyalty was being redefined as worship. Dame was an emerging political Juggernaut

One Swahili proverb says that forgetting is the cure for suffering. Nigerians must have accepted the case of our refineries that are in limbowithout being unduly upset. The rest is silence as we acquiescently resigned to fate that we have no solution to petroleum products import. But it is not the best way to survive the Nigeria’s recession.

THE British Parliament this week is diverting world attention to another of its infamous Reports that tell you what you already know, contain no new information or insight, and has no tangible recommendations on the way forward.

Nigerians are famed for suffering and smiling. We’re also pretty good at laughing while we are suffering; and I’m sure that many of you would have heard the following absolutely hilarious jokes by now. But for those who haven’t, let me repeat them.

LIFE is a potpourri of two tumbles. Or so said the proverbial frog that flew itself into a bowl of hot water. Today is Sallah. And if the world was in the regular tumble I have been accustomed to,