Sweet and Sour

Nigeria, my heartbreaking age mate, by Donu Kogbara

Nigeria, my heartbreaking age mate, by Donu Kogbara

Nigeria cast aside the shackles of colonialism and became an independent nation exactly 66 years ago. I am also 66; and as I have pointed out to anyone who will listen to me on every single October lst in recent decades, neither I nor the land of my ancestors are getting any younger or stronger. […]
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Artful deception, grab and run, By Donu Kogbara

Artful deception, grab and run, By Donu Kogbara

If the current regime in Nigeria cares about its subjects having faith in the Independent National Electoral Commission, through which they draw their legitimacy, then it must at some time in the future explain, to a standard beyond reasonable doubt, the uploading glitch in the presidential poll.

Good news, for a change! By Donu Kogbara

Good news, for a change! By Donu Kogbara

I CAME across a video of the new Lagos Blue Line Rail service on LinkedIn a few days ago. And I find it so comforting and uplifting that I keep playing and replaying it with a silly smile on my face and tears in my eyes. When I told a friend about my obsessive love […]

NAIJA paralysis, By Donu Kogbara

NAIJA paralysis, By Donu Kogbara

I want to hear from the Supreme Court justices first. And who knows? Despite my profound scepticism, they might come up with sound arguments that will persuade me to move on. Until then, I will seethe alongside other Obidients. And, by the way, the odds are too heavily stacked against petitioners; and we really need to stop allowing people to be sworn in as heads of state when their alleged victories are being contested. 

Thank you, By Donu Kogbara

Thank you, By Donu Kogbara

I TOLD you about my mother’s death on this page a couple of weeks ago. Many thanks, from the bottom of my aching heart, to the many Vanguard readers who sent me sweet condolence messages. One reader – a gentleman I have never had the privilege of meeting – even insisted on sending money to […]

She’s gone, By Donu Kogbara

She’s gone, By Donu Kogbara

IN August 2015, exactly eight years ago, I was dragged out of my parents’ residence in Port Harcourt by gun-toting kidnappers. For two long and terrifying weeks, I was held hostage in a creek hut by nine men. When I was released, I noticed that Mummy, by then a widow, was not herself. She was […]