S-s-s-s-s-h, s-i-l-e-n-c-e! It’s election season, the forest is buzzing with a frenzy; demons are on the prowl, campaigning.
Browsing: Tunde Odesola
The angry dogs barked the more, advancing and retreating, kicking up more dust, threatening. Whaw! Whaw!! Whaw!!!
Life is hard enough without sniffing drugs. Hard drugs appear in the horizon like golden gates of escape, but they’re…
To put a needle to the inflated balloon of Oluwo’s ignorance, a simple reasoning will suffice in this regard.
Lord, give Nigeria good leaders like Benjamin Franklin, though long dead, his words are still alive, over 200 years after.
Ishiekwene, fondly called Azu, beat Abimbola Adelakun and Tunde Odesola, both of PUNCH, to win the award.
Has he asked himself why Europeans looted from Africa artefacts that he calls deities? Do Europeans worship the looted African artefacts?
Curiosity kills the cat, not the journalist. In this article, I hope curiosity won’t kill me as I poke my nose into ancient palaces to dissect sex and sexuality, not among mortals, but among kings, queens and concubines cavorting in the vortex of conjugal pleasure.
When e dey pain dem, e dey sweet Wike. Now e dey sweet dem, e dey pain Wike. Life is an eternal riddle.
This doctor is as useful to the patient as glaucoma is useful to sight. As a novice, I lay no claim to science but I love the art and science of science.
Partly owing to man’s predilection for royalty and the lack of adequate understanding of the jungle, humans ascribe kingship to the lion because of its crown-like mane, overlooking the biggest, fiercest and most powerful of the cats, the tiger; as well as the biggest of the beasts, the elephant, both of whom can kill the lion – one-on-one.
In six months’ time, the hymn of hypocrisy strident among the nation’s political orchestral will drown the national anthem.
For the first time in my life as a columnist, I defend Tinubu because Emi lokan was an indecent blow below the belt
Something, maybe my brain, told my eyelids to keep the tears dammed so I could read. And I read.
But if a crazed member of Nigeria’s ruling feudal class or any of their serfs feels otherwise, such an unfortunate fellow should be handed an apple and a pebble.
Like the hyped June 27, 1988 heavyweight superfight in which Iron Mike Tyson demolished Michael Spinks in just 91 seconds, the hyped June 7, 2022 All Progressives Congress presidential primary in Abuja, similarly ended in a humiliating defeat for Vice President Yemi Osinbajo.
Ingratitude is the intoxicating vodka wobbling the arrogant legs of the entitled, on the road of no return.
I daresay two adults, most probably fathers, tearing at each other with gloved fists, ain’t a noble spectacle to behold.
“A-t-t-e-n-t-i-o-n!” As the prisoners’ feet come to a simultaneous halt at exactly 7am, out goes electricity, like Shakespeare’s brief candle; the national power grid has collapsed yet again like Russian-Ukraine peace talks.
After the anthem ended, they all sat down like gravediggers, unfazed by the air of sadness and death in the land.