Such stories are wearing thin. Recent events have led to newer postulations in certain quarters that ironically, it is the president who is fond of the taste of shoe polish. How else can it be explained, that every time he opens his mouth, he winds up putting his foot in it? What else is foot-and-mouth disease, biko?
Qritik
Friday, 21 October 2016
Buhari's Foot and Mouth Disease.
Such stories are wearing thin. Recent events have led to newer postulations in certain quarters that ironically, it is the president who is fond of the taste of shoe polish. How else can it be explained, that every time he opens his mouth, he winds up putting his foot in it? What else is foot-and-mouth disease, biko?
Monday, 26 September 2016
Our Vice President Is Icing Sugar
Sometime ago, In a forum I
belong to, I made some statements regarding powerless Christians in the face of
the prevailing situation in Nigeria, and how the generation of powerless
Christians was led by our very own amiable Vice President, (you know his name).
I wondered about the genesis of his pastor-ship, his vice-presidential
nomination, and his subsequent relegation to the post of a
"commissioner", and his total irrelevance in the scheme of things.
I got a lot of feedback.
Friday, 23 September 2016
Nigeria We Hail Thee
Fifty Seven years ago, a group of men
sat in a room; specifically three men. The fan was rotating slowly, the
television was on and each of the men had a glass of water by their side. In a
couple of days, the great Queen of the world’s most powerful empire in the
world was going to declare the independence of their country to the world; in a
few days, the Union Jack flag was going to be brought down and the venerable
Green and White hoisted up.
Zik, Awolowo and Ahmadu
Bello had spent the last few years negotiating Nigeria’s independence from
Britain and finally the dream was almost a reality, a great country was being
born, just a couple of days more. They looked at each other and smiled…. Wazobia’s
great originators sitting in one small room.
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Buhari's Country
Nigerians used to suffer and smile but now they suffer and suffer. There’s no limit to our pain anymore. IS ANYTHING WORKING? how can change begin with me when the ‘Oga at the top’ has not changed. Copying and pasting somebody’s change speech. 'Nwanne' calm down.
Friday, 16 September 2016
Nigerians can like short-cuts...
We like short-cuts, everything we do is basically on the premise that there is a shorter way to any and all destinations. We cut through a bush path in order to get home quicker, we 'hang' PHCN wires when we've not paid our light bills, we always want to jump traffic. I wonder whose fault it is that we lack so much discipline, the people or the government but then the government is the people. Thus, we, the people have ourselves to blame for the chaos that we have immersed ourselves in. These days there are no more long road to success, a student will rather practice '419ing'
Tuesday, 6 September 2016
Rams in Recession
Seriously what in the name of Beejessuss is wrong with this
country? Well, for starters, we are officially in recession, although I for one
like many other Nigerians can attest to the fact that for over a year we have
been receding towards recession. Prices of everything are soaring high on a
daily basis and for what it's worth, the government now has an excuse for
anything that goes awfully wrong. Increase in transport fare...Ah it’s the
recession, Staple food on the increase...ah, it’s the recession, school fees
hike…recession, inconclusive elections?…recession No more 'RAMS' on the
block...
Monday, 5 September 2016
It's not Music, It's Ministry, is it?
Our focus today is on God, no, not God...the artists and artisans who claim to dedicate work to him
Upon a time, I attended a vigil, and in the wee hours between when the vigil ended and when we could safely depart, a cheery young man accosted me. Handing me a CD in a transparent pack, he proclaimed it to be a sampling of the tracks from his album, and demanded #200 from me. My confusion was further compounded when he spread his hands like a bird about to take flight, and burst into a rendition, somewhere between a screech and a drawl, of something that can hardly pass for music. The words were garbled, partly by his voice, partly by my inattention, but what stuck out like a sore thumb was the phrase "a thanksful heart" (yes, dear reader, thanksful). I sat in surprise, my hands fiddling in my backpack for my earphones. I was extremely unhappy. For someone to be belting out such lyrics, and in praise of a Deity who is the giver of creativity, I almost felt insulted on God's behalf.
The level of 'wackness', if you get my drift, was shocking.
A lot of times, so-called Christian musicians and artistes package nonsense, and parade themselves from church to church, peddling mediocrity and passing it off as music, because the pastor will invariably ask the church crowd to buy, because...
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