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LIES, LIES, AND MORE LIES

ByMoyo Okediji

LIES, LIES, AND MORE LIES

“Unity and Faith, Peace and Progress” is written at the bottom of the coat of arms of Nigeria.

This is a beautiful idea.

For the peoples of a country to be united, is wonderful.

For the peoples of a country to have faith in the promises of their leaders is magnificent.

For the peoples of a country to experience peace is delightful.

For the peoples of a country to experience progress is priceless.

After sixty years of existence, it is a good time to look back and reflect on these values and decide whether Nigeria has attained the tenets of these principles.

Ask yourself these questions:

Is there unity in Nigeria? Are the various peoples of Nigeria united?

Is there faith in Nigeria? Do the people have faith in their rulers to deliver their promises to citizens?

Is there peace in Nigeria? Do the peoples of Nigeria enjoy peace, living together without fear of violence?

Is there progress in Nigeria? Is the country moving forward and progressing in catering to the needs and desires of the citizens?

Can you answer yes to just ONE of these various questions?

If you cannot answer yes to even ONE of these questions, then it is clear that Nigeria has failed.

The peoples of Nigeria are not united and have no hope of becoming united.

The citizens of Nigeria have lost faith in their leaders to cater to their interests and have also lost hope of regaining faith in the country.

The peoples of Nigeria do not experience peace and have no hope of enjoying peace as insecurity, violence and bloodshed wash the landscape on a daily basis.

The peoples of Nigeria have not enjoyed progress, and have lost hope that progress is coming their way.

We cannot continue to believe these lies that Nigeria tells us.

These are the reasons we demand the Yoruba nation.

Support us, because we deserve much better than we are getting from Nigeria.

We know we can do better when we are outside of this British lie called Nigeria.

The time for Yoruba independence is now.

It is our right to ask for the Yoruba nation where we and our children will prosper.

We are tired of these lies.

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My friend called me from Dallas last night and asked “Are you watching the trial of Derek Chauvin?”

I said no.

She continued, saying, “One must be careful not to spend too much time listening to the ongoing trial of the former police officer accused of murdering George Floyd, or you will become an expert in forensic pathology.”

“I don’t stand that risk,” I said.

“Unfortunately,” she replied, “I am becoming an expert in forensic pathology.”

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Twenty-Seven)

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Twenty-Seven)

“So whose panties are those?” Adolo asked, pointing at something.

She had just finished wiping down my feverish body. She sat on the chair. Felicia sat on the table and Steve stood, holding on to the open door of the wardrobe.

I didn’t know what Adolo was referring to.

“What panties?” I asked.

“These ones,” She said.

Steve looked in her direction, and answered, “Gina’s”

I was weary and in a dreamlike state. The fan whirling above was noisy, and as it blew the air on my wet body, I felt bone-rattling shivering spells.

I really wanted to cover my body with the blanket.

“She must have left them there when she was here,” Steve said.

“Gina?” Adolo asked. “Who is Gina?”

“Guess you may say Moyo’s new girl,” Steve said.

“Moyo? He has a new girlfriend?” Adolo asked.

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY 1981 (Part Thirty)

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“My he—he—he=aler at the psychi-psychi-atric hos—hos—hos–pital made me sw-sw-sw-ear never to have a con—con—con—con—con-fron-front-tation again with Miiiiiiiiisster Ru—ru-rufus,” Obaseki was whispering to me, from under the table. “Says he-he-he will bring me back back in.”

“It’s okay, Obaseki,” I said. “You come out and sit here at the table. I will go and see what’s happening.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t leave me, Mo-Mo-Moyo,” Obaseki pleaded. “Please- plea-se-stay-stay-stay-don’t—don’t go….”

“It’s alright, Obaseki,” I assured him. “Whatever the matter is, we will get to the very bottom of it today. This is really ridiculous!”

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