THE PAID OFFICERS BOAST…

THE PAID OFFICERS BOAST…

THE PAID OFFICERS BOAST THEY DID THE KILLING, MAIMING AND DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTIES

To those who obey orders to kill and maim:

To those whose salaries, allowances and food are from the business of death:

Let nobody convince you that you could kill another HUMAN, and remain alive and well.

Let nobody persuade you that killing and maiming people is a legitimate job.

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THE RETURN (Part Two)

He was unable to eat or sleep, as anxiety and depression began to unravel his characteristic calm disposition. Only a couple of months prior to the abduction, the wife of the Commissioner of Works was kidnapped and an undisclosed but generous ransom was paid for her release. Kidnapping had become the new strategy adopted by members of the underworld, who targeted the rich and famous in their bid to get rich quick. Business tycoons, expatriate oil executives, journalists, politicians, and even religious leaders and their families were constant targets. Abduction had become a multi million naira enterprise in Nigeria, and the police seemed unable to find any solution to the problem. No kidnapper had been arrested, and huge sums of ransom money had been paid. Many people complained that there was evidence of collusion between the security forces and the criminals.

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BEWARE THE IDES OF JUNE, KAKANFO ABIOLA, AND YORUBA LIBERATION

Unlike the simple way we number our calendar daily, the Romans numbered theirs in groups or blocks of days that are a little more complicated for our simple modern system.

There are three blocks of days in the month in the Roman calendar.

The first block is the Nones, which ends on the 12th or 13th day of most months.

The second block is the Ides, which ends on the 22nd day of most months.

The third block is the Kalends, which ends on the Ist day of most months.

THE RETURN (Part one)

THE RETURN (Part one)

His ordeal began with a brief phone call.

“Hallo? Hallo? Honorable! Are you there? Your mother. She was stolen from her house.”

A sharp pain pinched him in the middle of the chest and traveled slowly down to the bottom of his stomach.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he thought.

For the past week he had been nursing an ominous feeling that something beyond his control was going to happen. Somehow his mind kept going to his mother.

He was thinking of driving to the village this weekend to visit her.

“Hallo? Hallo? Are you still there?” the voice asked again.

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part Forty-Three)

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part Forty-Three)

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part Forty-Three)

“Hey, Moyo,” Hilda yelled. “Are you alright? Are you with us?”

“Yes, I am,” I responded. I pulled myself back to the moment.

The traffic was light and the road excellent. The Lagos to Benin expressway was the best road I had ever driven on. The bus zoomed along on it effortlessly.

“You went so silent and looked so vacant, I could have sworn you were not here,” Steve said.

“I was here alright,” I answered.

“Thinking about Gina?” Hilda asked.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part 38)

“Wole Soyinka wants to have a word with Rufus. Tell him to come as soon as possible. Kongi travels out of the country next week,” was the simple message that I got back from Kole Omotosho.

Omotosho was the head of the Dramatic Art Department, University of Ife. He sent a driver to me to collect a manuscript, “Marx and Mask,” written by the brilliant Ghanaian writer, Ayi Kwei Armah.

Soyinka regularly received manuscripts from several writers, and after making copies, he would distribute the manuscripts among his circle of intellectuals who met at least once a week to read and discuss the manuscripts.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part Thirty-seven)

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY 1982 (Part Thirty-seven) “You are quite ugly too,” Mary said without a pause. “I knew you had too much palm wine today.”

“You are angry?” I asked.

“No,” she responded. “Did I sound angry? If so, I apologize.”

“I was only trying to let you understand a simple fact of life,” I explained. “Because you were unable to sexually arouse Joshua does not imply that Gina would also be unable to sexually arouse him.”