TO the doctor who performed miracles with his hands. To the father who performed miracles with his heart and dedication. To the brother who performed miracles with his love. To the professor who performed miracles with his words. To the uncle who performed miracles with his smiles. To the survivor who showed miracles in his testimony…

This week I joined more than a dozen of the world’s sharpest minds on African agriculture in an unprecedented effort to devote an entire issue of the influential magazine Foreign Affairs to consider the future of the African farmer in our digital age. I wanted to establish one simple fact: agriculture is poised to drive […]

This is the second instalment of this piece which was first published yesterday. In that edition, the author said he was impressed by some of the landmark achievements of some of the former Boards of the NDDC.

“A group of between 5,000 and 10,000 people converged on the local police station in the township of Sharpeville, offering themselves up for arrest for not carrying their passbooks. The Sharpeville police were not completely unprepared for the demonstration, as they had already been forced to drive smaller groups of more militant activists away the previous night.

SOME thirty years or so ago, Fela had a hit song titled, ‘Beast Of No Nation’ in which he sang, “I never hear that before o, make government talk o, my people are useless, my people are senseless, my people are indisciplined. Which kind talk be that o…?”