Last week was not a particularly great week. Monday began with a first appointment at a morgue. I was there to support a younger sister who had the grim task of collecting the body of her 30 year old brother. In between filling forms and fulfilling all protocols, tempers flared and emotions raged but nothing could distract from the fact that the sky was falling.

The All Progressives Congress (APC) has warned that it will not accept the results of Saturday’s governorship election in Anambra state if voting does not take place in all local governments, especially in the party’s strongholds of Idemili North and South as well as Akwa South

A few days ago, I received a phone call from a friend who stumbled upon the last article I wrote in which I lamented the predatory instinct for pecuniary gain that seems to have established itself as a defining national characteristic across all facets of our daily lives.

A joke went viral in the early days of the GSM which read: ‘What is it that starts at the neck, slides through the breasts, caresses the belly button, and moves across the thighs? It’s not what you think. It is a seat belt!’

Today Saturday, the 16th day of November 2013, Dr Nnamdi Azikiwe, an illustrious son of AnambraState and a great man of Africa would have been 109 years old.