It was a Saturday morning, and we had barely begun our meeting at Mrs. X’s house, when the strident voice of a young girl rent the air. “No! No! Leave me alone! Leave me alone.” she screamed. “Leave me alone, you hear? Ooooooooh! I say, leave me alone. Oh no!”

Over two months ago when a colleague of mine, through a mobile phone text message, drew my attention to Femi Aribisala’s rejoinder to my two-part essay in Sunday Vanguard entitled “The Significance of Easter,” I wanted to reply the following week. But at the last minute I changed my mind because I am usually unenthusiastic to defend myself against criticism, especially from religionists who dogmatically believe that a single“holy”book contains all the important spiritual and moral truths in the world.

Not long ago, the Federal House of Representatives resolved to invite or in fact, summon the President of the Federation of Nigeria to appear before it apparently to explain himself and aspects of his administration’s policy, particularly with regard to the state of insecurity in Nigeria. Wrong move.

Any public official wanting to have trouble with me should make a careless statement about job creation; be it the President, a Governor, Minster or whatever. Unemployment, affecting over 40% of our people; and involving every home in Nigeria, is such a personal and social tragedy that it should be completely taken out of the salad bowl of lies which public officials peddle all over Nigeria.

Time seems to have an agenda and we zip through the decades, all the while changing and evolving. I was never attracted to the fifties but my fondness for the sixties remains.