Rehabilitating terrorists or delivering justice? By Ejiro Ofoye
For more than a decade, Nigerians have buried their loved ones, watched entire communities reduced to rubble, witnessed schools destroyed, churches and mosques attacked, soldiers ambushed, and millions displaced by the brutality of terrorism. Thousands of families are still searching for justice, while countless victims continue to live with physical and emotional scars that may never […]
Corruption fight and survival of the ‘common’ Nigerian
There is no disputing the fact that Nigeria is in a bad state right now. Everything, both natural and human, seem to have conspired together to work against the country. If you are in doubt of the above assertion, please take a moment and reflect on when last there was any cheery news from the country.
Nigeria’s “free market” of corruption
There is a link to the introduction and application of the IMF and World Bank’s concepts of “liberalization,” “privatization,” and the “free market” to the exponential rise of corruption in Nigeria. There was always corruption in government, but before the advent of the IMF conditions, corruption in the public system was at its very minimal; what was known then as corruption would today pale in the face of the systemic subversion that has since buckled public governance in Nigeria.
Getting chieftaincy titles in the churches
When I wrote my first Christian book, I sent free copies to many pastors in Lagos. One of those to whom I sent a copy sent it back with “return to sender” written on the package, even though it was addressed to his church office. I thought this was strange until Lucky Polete asked to see the package. When I showed it to him, he said: “No wonder. That is a wrong address.”
An estate, a country
This is the stuff of fiction and I am tempted to start it with ‘once upon a time, there was this powerful king in a village….’ as most story books went in my time as a youngster. However, it is a true account of what went on in one of the biggest and oldest estates in the country. The name of the estate shall not be mentioned because of the several cases in court and because emotions are still very raw.
Wee-wee water
I was jolted a few days ago when I stumbled on a letter written by my nine-year-old son. I was the subject matter. The letter was addressed to no one, but he did ask God a few questions, so I assume he wrote it to God. My initial reaction was anger, then outrage. “What came over you, this boy?” I asked him. He later apologized. As my anger subsided, my mind went back to a little over 40 years ago, when I was his age. I did tackle my father, but not that hard. In fact, the only tackle I could remember, at nine, was when I had malaria. My father felt I was too weak to give myself my bath. After they had run the water, he took me into the bathroom and wanted to remove my clothes, but I resisted. He was stunned: “what do you have there that you are hiding, “he asked sarcastically, and stormed out.
