*At what point does one arrest the national scene that seems to be moving on the wings of a typhoon, when mayhem has erupted once again in a section of the country not unknown to widespread violence, at a time when the not unusual comprehensive shortage of fuel supply has all but prostrated the country, […]

Out of the miasma of what must be a trying period in their lives, the AbdulMutallab family hass emerged with impeccable conduct, sitting astride of the situation and calmly riding the storm, Thank heavens; no blood was spilled, no bones broken. We can soon put all this behind us. And we’d better

The sounds of the Yuletide have now subsided, yielding place to the daily bustle in the pursuit of honest, and maybe not-so-honest, livelihood. So, Happy New Year, and welcome once again to the frenzy of making two ends meet. But, you will agree, it was good fun while it lasted.

It is somewhat curious that the initial stages of the project attracted attention in the facelift they afforded the waterfront of the city, the Marina. The natives call that part of Lagos, “Ehin’gbeti’, and follow it up with the popular saw, “B’oju o ba ti Ehin’gbeti, oju o ni t’Eko”.

I knew Peter Enahoro enough to recognize him and speak to him in a familiar tone of voice, though I had little claim to any kind of familiarity more than the fact that 1 was working in the same office with his elder brother, Ben (or “Benito, for short”, as we used to playfully call him – God rest him) and we met now and then when they lived in Yaba.