Another day, another hall… another group of ‘eminent national leaders of thought’ gathered, to find the way forward for Nigeria. And they were there in their numbers, the usual suspects and quite a number of the ‘unusual ones’. And as expected, there were also those who saw it as a great opportunity to re-invent themselves and re-write present day history.

We’ve all been in a variation of this scenario: snarled up in a traffic jam for any length of time only to get to the top of the road and realise that the cause is another one of those illegal, mobile ‘toll gates’ set up by members of the Nigerian Police Force in the guise of ‘stopping and searching’

My poor beloved country… our own dear native land… nothing captures the craziness of these times like the cover page of one of our local dailies during the week.

From the start, I was appre hensive about the outcome of the general strike. I’m not sure what I was expecting but there was a certain weariness of having been there, done that with nothing to show but the proverbial tattered t-shirt.

The loss of a child at birth is heart-breaking; forget that you may not have even named him or her. A healthy, thriving baby should be the reward for nine months of labour.