From Pinjher, we flew to Talum. The flight was bumpy but to my amazement, all the soldiers slept as soon as the copter took off, bodies bumping bodies as the fight jerked on. The noise from the copter blade kept me awake all through the three hours flight, that is, besides the jerking. Fifteen minutes to dropping, the soldiers woke, cleared their eyes, checked their kits and began to parachute.
By this time next week, Nigeria would have celebrated its 49th anniversary as an independent nation: there will be speeches, prayer sessions, the same old hollow rituals. Almost immediately after, you may expect talks about Nigeria at 50, the landmark, golden anniversary that is bound to come up in October 2010.
It is no longer news that the University of Benin has been embroiled in a crisis of monumental proportions since the past six months over the selection of a substantive Vice-Chancellor. However, it must be brought to the fore that the current crisis goes beyond the selection of a Vice-Chancellor.
I am not an Abian, but having spent nearly all my life in Aba , I consider myself at least a stakeholder. In the least, I should hold an opinion. I started life in the legendary town called Enyimba City from the dawn of the post civil war era.
Mr. President, I don’t know how you would take this, but there is no nicer way of putting it – Nigeria is going down.
It is an established fact that the race unto sustainability being run around the world today is alien to Africa and Nigeria in particular.
ACROSS the nation, the onset of the rainy season and the ravaging floods have once again exposed the decay in the nation's road networks, making life very miserable and hampering economic activities.
IT is amazing how a shrivelled conscience can allow people inflict so much pain on others and extinguish human solidarity planted in the DNA of all humans.