THE wind of hatred fuelled  by stereotypes has continued to blow across the country  unhindered. This lunacy over the decades is often celebrated joyously by different  perpetrators in various parts of the country to spite others without thinking of the harmful effects on their targets who are largely from the sections of the country they hate.

At a wedding party in Washington DC, an Igbo DJ and a Yoruba band, alternately, entertained the guests.

The beat and rhythm of the band’s music was Juju, but the lyrics were in English. The leader of the band attended the same church with the bride. So, on this exceptionally memorable day of the bride, he came, with his band, to celebrate with his sister in the Lord. The bride is of Igbo parentage but born in the United States of America.

Valentine Obienyem

We have never met. I only know you by reputation and I have had cause in the last year to write on your activities within the public arena and offer my own views about you, your persona, and your interventions in the Nigerian debate. I sincerely hope you would get to read this letter wherever you may be, that is assuming you are still alive.

It is forty years and 139 days after he joined the saints on May 9, 1987. Many folks – loyalists and admirers- will flock to the site of his imposing statue Tuesday September 26 to watch the dramatic re-emergence of the philosopher, statesman and politician. A few acquainted with his interest in metaphysics may tarry till the veil has been cast away. As one of Moses Olaiya’s comic offerings remind, the dead may resurrect amidst the celebration!