Author: Tunde Odesola

But there are some jobs I can never, ever do. The topmost of such jobs is the work of Abobaku – the one who is buried with the king.

I see more animals in human skin at the helm nationwide than I see real humans. Animals are lording it over human beings. What do you see?

Alphabetically, Abia to Zamfara represent the A-Z of the Nigerian state. Which of the 36 states is safe? Which is prosperous? Which has an efficient power supply?

But the sound emanating from the bata (drum) within the walls of the Oyo palace is no longer sweet to the ears nor danceable to the feet.

It was in the heat of Franco’s intolerance and the resistance of the Catalonia community that El Clásico was forged as the fiercest football rivalry ever.

“Why the silence from the Nigerian clergy? They don’t want to heat the polity? Did the government reach out to them not to speak up publicly?

Seyi is looking for something on the Lagos beach. It is a needle. Seyi needs his father and his wisemen to find the needle and raise his hand up in 2027.

They may be right. But, what if the Oluwo of Iwoland did not know that he was not in the same class as the Ooni and the Alaafin?

So, I asked Awise Agbaye if the African traditional bulletproof could stop AK-47 bullets. “No, it cannot,” Abimbola said.

Ifa’s science is also contained in its corpus called Odu Ifa, a humongous collection of 256 voluminous books, passed down orally within Yoruba culture.

However, the insincere debtor, hard like the shell of a tortoise, is unperturbed whenever he remembers his empty repayment promises. He blinks like a toad on a full stomach, “My lender knows times are hard. I cannot come and kill myself, jare. I will pay someday,” he says with malicious arrogance.

The next day, Apkabio locked himself inside his room. He was greatly disturbed because the Yellow Canary wouldn’t stop singing.

Your Excellency, many Nigerians believe you’re not a good leader. But I believe you rank higher than the late sage, Chief Obafemi Awolowo.

Fulani forebear, Uthman Dan Fodio, believes conscience is an open wound, peppered by guilt, healable by truth. I agree with him. 

I wonder what would have happened to the septuagenarian if suspended Ogunjobi and his mob had met him on a lonely road at night.

One of such robbers on the pulpit, a light-skinned stark illiterate, who calls himself a lion, was formerly a shoemaker from Anambra State;

I wished he had just kept quiet after committing the taboo. But no, he did not. He issued a terrible statement in support of the sacrilege.

Each of us stooped down under the tables with our backs to our teachers, meaning that we, the little rascals, could see one another.

Growing up under my parents’ roof, the Holy Bible was worshipped. If it mistakenly falls down from your hands, you must fast for a day. 

It’s a new year; let’s be patriotically wise. Only a stubborn dog disregards the Hunter’s Whistle. A word is enough for the wise. Welcome, 2025.