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The stuff in my office needs organizing. One day I’ll get to it. One of these days when I have nothing to do.
Could the Christians in southern Nigeria please help us in reducing the environmental noise pollution level in the region?
It is impossible to do any serious intellectual work as Christians yell and scream on their megaphones and public address systems from their churches every hour of the day.
Miyetti Allah cattle herders want grazing grounds in the south?
I have not touched beef in more than a decade.
But fair enough.
We the Orisa devotees in Yorubaland have a simple request as well–in the interest of peace, progress and prosperity.
We want to have 100 square miles in each northern state reserved for us as our Igbó Orò. We need the space to break kola and worship our orisas.
TIME FOR CHANGE The women’s era is here. Can we have a woman president in Nigeria, please? I’m sick of these non-performing men who for more than fifty years have been doing their best to destroy Nigeria.
Once Obaseki realized that Iya Ngu was busting him, and called him out that it was from him that the smell of marijuana was coming, for some inexplicable reason, his nervousness reduced. He smiled and said, “Madam, it is true. I just smoked a tiny joint.”
Obaseki’s sunken face took on a different appearance. I observed his face holistically the way Madam Ngu taught me to study the human face. On my first meeting with her, in the drawing class, she took a look at my drawing and she said, “Moyo, what am I going to do with you? You don’t know how to draw. Come, let’s go to my office. You are still young. I can mold you.”
It was very cold last Saturday when we celebrated our annual Egungun Festival. But the òtútù did not deter us from celebrating our ancestral heritage.
Next year we will still be here to celebrate again.
The stuff in my office needs organizing. One day I’ll get to it. One of these days when I have nothing to do.
Could the Christians in southern Nigeria please help us in reducing the environmental noise pollution level in the region?
It is impossible to do any serious intellectual work as Christians yell and scream on their megaphones and public address systems from their churches every hour of the day.
Miyetti Allah cattle herders want grazing grounds in the south?
I have not touched beef in more than a decade.
But fair enough.
We the Orisa devotees in Yorubaland have a simple request as well–in the interest of peace, progress and prosperity.
We want to have 100 square miles in each northern state reserved for us as our Igbó Orò. We need the space to break kola and worship our orisas.
TIME FOR CHANGE The women’s era is here. Can we have a woman president in Nigeria, please? I’m sick of these non-performing men who for more than fifty years have been doing their best to destroy Nigeria.
Once Obaseki realized that Iya Ngu was busting him, and called him out that it was from him that the smell of marijuana was coming, for some inexplicable reason, his nervousness reduced. He smiled and said, “Madam, it is true. I just smoked a tiny joint.”
Obaseki’s sunken face took on a different appearance. I observed his face holistically the way Madam Ngu taught me to study the human face. On my first meeting with her, in the drawing class, she took a look at my drawing and she said, “Moyo, what am I going to do with you? You don’t know how to draw. Come, let’s go to my office. You are still young. I can mold you.”
It was very cold last Saturday when we celebrated our annual Egungun Festival. But the òtútù did not deter us from celebrating our ancestral heritage.
Next year we will still be here to celebrate again.
The stuff in my office needs organizing. One day I’ll get to it. One of these days when I have nothing to do.
Could the Christians in southern Nigeria please help us in reducing the environmental noise pollution level in the region?
It is impossible to do any serious intellectual work as Christians yell and scream on their megaphones and public address systems from their churches every hour of the day.