A Poem. A reflection on our world today. Why is the world so cruel Lord, Why is it so wicked, Why is the world so unforgiving Lord, Why is it so given to evil. Why are people so mean Lord, Why do they cause so much grief, Why is the world so hard to bear…
“Fellow Nigerians” The gravity of our predicament compels me to call your attention with this heading, which is more reminiscent of an unfolding military coup than the working democracy that we would like to believe we are in. The future of our nation is balanced precariously. None of us can afford to ignore…
That is the question How come is it that the daughters of the Niger wash their hands with sputum, and the sons of the Iroko build their houses with bark? By what providence do the citizens of this great country find themselves begging bread in the midst of a great abundance of natural and…