The celebrated playwright declared, “In the process of our inquiries, we solicited the help of a foreign embassy whose government, we learnt, was actually on the same trail; thanks to its independent investigation into some money laundering that involved the Central Bank. That name, we confidently learnt, has also been passed on to President Jonathan. When he is ready to abandon his accommodating policy towards the implicated, even the criminalised…we shall gladly supply that name.”

We have once again just passed through the season when all the insufficiencies of our amenities are paraded for us to throw at the government of the day. For the past decade, or so, it has been the theme song on the occasion of our National Day celebrations as the routine answer in the consideration of how well we have fared as a nation in the preceding years.

The President commissioned the Benin-Ore Expressway a couple of weeks ago. This must be good news to those who ply that road and who must have suffered untold hardship for several years. I don’t ply the road: not any more.

Time can never diminish those wonderful early memories. That moment you came into the world, announced your arrival with a cry and upgraded my status to a father. Going to work became a massive drag; coming home was magnetic. A 30-minute journey home looked like eternity; I felt like taking a helicopter to beat Lagos traffic.

SOMEONE just sent me a fascinating article. Written by a US-based Zambian called Field Ruwe in January 2012, it is based on a conversation he had with a White man he met on a plane on New Year’s Eve, 2011.