The first twinges of disquiet came when, knowing my irrepressibly optimistic compatriots, I investigated a suspicion and discovered that the gazelle from Sapele had been registered for combat in 4 events at the championships, three of which were individual (100m, 200m, Long Jump; plus the 4x100m relay).

I was discussing with a friend who lives in China and has decided to relocate to Nigeria, and has been upgrading his businesses in Nigeria in readiness for his relocation.

NOBODY on this earth is perfect, so I don’t always agree with my Governor, Rotimi Amaechi and I’ve criticised him on this page on a few occasions.

After the assassination of General Murtala Mohammed, his successor General Olusegun Obasanjo handed over the responsibility of government to a civilian President, Alhaji Shehu Shagari of the victorious National Party of Nigeria (NPN) in 1979. The change of baton which did not happen until after the Supreme Court has ruled, also witnessed the end of army rule since the military coup of 1966.

I don’t think that any Nigerian President has shown the kind of concern President Jonathan has demonstrated in sports in the past two decades.
General Sani Abacha did well but those managing other sports other than football would not readily agree. Again, Nigeria was a pariah state at the time and only sports could give us succour. And Abacha embraced soccer. It paid off.

Our readers deserve to know that their Column is interested in silent revolutionaries who are unsung and uncelebrated largely because of society’s default and its apparent preference for rabble-rousers who only succeed in heating up the world around them.

LAST Sunday, I drove my children back to resume the new school term. The night before, I held a discussion with them about the responsibility of being educated, as a holistic pursuit of the life process.

In this unfolding crisis of the ruling Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, I have kept my eye on the familiar antics of one man. This man has almost single-handedly shaped the type of democracy we are practising.

The house of cards that is the Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, seems to have finally fallen apart. From the beginning, the PDP like the typical Nigerian party was a marriage of convenience among persons and groups united by no greater purpose than the desire to share in the Nigerian national cake that everyone is loathe to bake.

THE story you are about to read will no doubt evoke several emotions in you by the time you finish reading next Thursday. It is the pathetic story of a young lady seeking to know her true identity. I was moved to tears after listening to this lady as she narrated her story. At the end of it all, I concluded that this was a classic case of over indulgence on the part of this lady’s grandparents as well as sheer wickedness and lack of fear of God and humanity on the part of her mother. That is if indeed she qualifies to be called a mother.