Not known from any rich, social background. He has no known skill, competence, or credentials as a highflier to have qualified him for the kind of opulent lifestyle he daily displays on his Instagram and other social media platforms. What he has is just uniqueness and that mogul capacity to redefine the meaning of haute couture on a lavish, fairy scale.
Browsing: Taju Tijani
After five years as leader of this embattled nation, the Boko Haram ongoing genocide against the Nigerian state has consistently exposed President Muhammadu Buhari’s gross incompetence, the incapability of our army, our strategic nakedness, our ahistorical understanding of a modern Nigerian society and worse, our disdain for truth.
Chief Moshood Kashimawo Olawale Abiola was the lion who died for the flowering of our democratic renewal. Abiola presents a complex portraiture for any writer. His memory is sharply emotive. June 12 celebration is equally emotive as a yearly anniversary for the remembrance of brand Abiola and the near turmoil his death would have plunged this nation.
The letter leaves me in no doubt that the stakes for good governance, built on universal tribal participation of all federating nationalities, are high on Umar’s patriotic pulse and that he is ready to wage all his life on redrawing the skewed tribal composition of the president’s appointments so far.
By the time the combatants emerged from their trenches, casualties have filled the morgue. Chief HID Awolowo, of blessed memory, was the political maverick and a sure totem of awe, adulation, wisdom, tradition and the old Yorubanised orthodoxy of omoluabi who brokered a peace deal to bring together warring factions.
I can relate and sympathise with Adesina here. A lot of being a writer depends on how much you can cope with upsetting people. Except Adesina is a dotard, I hope he is not, he will be in a serious moral discomfort for ever vomiting such bilious words against a wanabe Fulani prince, called Ibrahim Agboola Gambari
Adeniyi could not hide his passionate embrace of Adams and his rebellious cause. Akogun fits the bill of any hardcore rebel in and outside his different personas. As Akogun, as Araba, as Aba Saheed what flows through these different personas is nothing but rebellious rebuke both in his journalism,
The death of my townsman, Chief Richard Osuolale Akinjide, has been forcing two polarisations: those who saw nothing wrong with his judicial and political career, and those on the other hand who saw him as one of the legal outlaws who set the tone for the ongoing desecration of our temple of justice.
By the time Kunle finished, I must confess that his Delphic wisdom almost had me in a hopeless bog of confusion. For minutes, I was like a man who was helplessly lost in a shuffle of contrasting paradigms
New Year’s Eve party in the leafy suburb of Borehamwood in hidden Hertsmere. I sat lazily on the sofa with a cup of warm bohea. Saheed Osupa, Alariwo of Afrika and Ayinla Omowura, a peerless hero of blessed memory, got me wriggling like a cut snake on the leather sofa. Many of us have driven from our little neck of the wood
Indeed, this COVID-19 pandemic has exposed the lies, incompetence, cruelty and despotism that have been wobbling our democracy in stark ways than we ever could imagined. All the declarative registers and the parade of compassionate voices for Abba Kyari in the public are gross display of nauseating hypocrisy and the original sin of Nigeria’s failure as a great nation
There is nothing better than the smell of money. It is one of life’s greatest enablers. In Nigeria, we go after money with all the vim and vinegar we can muster. You need it. I need it. Everybody needs it. We work hard to get it. When we get it, we accumulate it.
COVID-19, the-one-of-a kind virus that has shut down the world, quieted our rat race for validation, shooed us into our manholes, denied us our freedom, destroyed global economy, fragmented our relationships, polarised
President Muhammadu Buhari disappeared into thin air without trace. Malam Abba Kyari, the defacto ruler of a democracy-driven Nigeria also ran aground due to COVID-19 attack.
Coronavirus has opened up a whole Pandora of supernatural truth about life and our place in it. We are the world. We are one. It is only the arrogance and wealth of the Western nations that divide the world into sentimental categorisations of developed, developing and underdeveloped. Coronavirus has shattered that illusion and has shown that only together we are strongest, most humane, most supportive and most human.
This week, Ibadan, my Ibadan, is celebrating its own “Ibadan Week”. And my home state is awash in cultural stimuli. A motherlode of cultural festival is serenading the iconic land of Oluyole. The celebration started on March 12, 2020 and will end on March 21, 2020.
On March 7, 2010, death in a rather speedy riddance took Dr. Stanley Nkwachukwu Macebuh to his final home. A painful final exit that prized open the memory of his years at The Guardian. Again, a painful final exit that flung open the intellectual door to his inimitable liberal pieces which gave The Guardian
Our unity only promotes hokey pokey game of cabal where millions of thoroughly tyrannised Nigerians are forced to coexist by force under the barrel of the gun
President Muhammadu Buhari’s façade of buoyant optimism of winning the war against the insane recklessness of bloody insecurity is punctured by the daily servings of more tragic news of kidnappings and deadly killings by bandits in our society
The recent furore over the creation of Amotekun and the caliphate Fulani’s bull dog reaction to its existence is a clear demonstration of their unhidden agenda to keep south western Nigeria under perpetual captivity, slavery and domination