And that was the way it was, until I linked up with this cherub-faced bundled of sheer music, with every fibre of him a sweet, sweet sound â€“ Michael Jackson. I canâ€™t remember when I first heard him, but I do remember the song â€“ â€œ1-2-3″, a song for the young which left the old calling for an encore. He was fronting the â€œJackson Fiveâ€, and the driving seat suited him to a â€œtâ€.Read More
Mr. Adipere is so lucid. This indeed is the period when academia should have been strutting up and down with the pride and joy of being â€œin governmentâ€, if not â€œin powerâ€, with two members of their clan on top of the heap.Read More
Some people now say what is going on in the Niger Delta is NOT war. They say it out, loud and clear. It sent me post haste to the meaning of war as described in the dictionary: â€œarmed fighting between states, countries, or factions.â€Read More
So many â€œministriesâ€ are caught in the groove of â€œprosperityâ€ that the gospel of the naira and kobo once entirely dominated our religious horizon. Perhaps it is because the Roman Catholic priesthood is shorn of that pre-occupation that the Cardinal, as well as other clerics of the same order, has found the space to turn around to the commonplace considerations of life … and that to the benefit of the common people.Read More
By Bisi Lawrence August 27, 1985. Enter Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida, on the day Buhari received his marching orders.