It’s 10:25pm in New York from where I took off; it’s 7:25am in Dubai, my next stop; and 5:25am in Johannesburg, my final destination. Ten hours and 45 minutes ago, I took off just as I have taken off every other week over the last couple of weeks, and almost every month over the last two years. Today I’m perched… Read More »Community of the Skies
I first met George Egbuchulam at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria sometime in 2007. He was very tall, gangling really, and seemed to tower above everyone else. George studied in the Faculty of Arts, and at times it was difficult to know what program he really studied because he often came across as a genius of all the Arts. I… Read More »Sadly, we didn’t #SAVEGEORGE
Now that Governor Babtunde Fashola has concluded that the next phase of the ‘remodelling Lagos project’ is the eradication of commercial motorcycles from the streets of Lagos, the debate about whether he actually is a hero or villain inevitably resurfaces. In all honesty, no one doubts that at the core of his being, Fashola means well for the generality of… Read More »If Not For ‘Okada’
Be careful, dear innocent, humble, hardworking, conscientious gentleman. Be very careful of the help you offer and eventually render to that fragile, heartbroken young lady. Think carefully before offering your strong shoulder for her sobbing eyes and weary head. Think very carefully about the words of advice you give to help re-mould her shattered heart. Be afraid, for in the… Read More »Be Wary, Young Innocent Gentleman
I’ve never been a big fan of lawyers, though I’ve always maintained professional respect for the ‘learned ones’. That particular phrase, ‘learned ones’ is precisely the reason I retain a secret sense of disgust for lawyers. Even first-year law students are seen to wear an air of pride around them, sort of an irremovable halo that bestows special powers on… Read More »The Law is still an Ass
Just like every single one of the four million people who were forced to leave their families, cattle, and burning villages behind, she walked for hundreds of miles into the great unknown after the outbreak of civil war in Sudan in 1985, not aware if she would ever return to the place she had always called home. Several years after… Read More »Beauty of the Dark Continent
Every Nigerian who has had the privilege to travel out of the country (whether to Ghana or Russia) knows the pains of being a Nigerian, and every Nigerian who has a relative who has enjoyed such privileges has at least heard about the countless headaches and embarrassments that Nigerians are condemned to suffer out of the borders of their fatherland,… Read More »Pains we live with
I’m sitting precariously at 35,000 feet above the earth, on a Delta Airlines flight from Atlanta, Georgia to Syracuse, New York; thinking back on the activities of the weekend. I was at an event in Columbia, South Carolina on Saturday where former US President, Bill Clinton was guest speaker. I’ve always been fascinated by the Clintons, and it’s barely three… Read More »Musings from 35,000 Feet
I have refrained from making public comments about the very controversial KONY 2012 movie that shook the entire world early in March 2012, but with most of the world’s pent-up energy now spent, I’ll give a few of my personal thoughts on the documentary, Invisible Children and some of the critiques that have trailed the documentary. The documentary [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc] The… Read More »KONY 2012 (through my eyes)
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Faith Abiodun speaking on Leadership and Passion to undergraduates at Dominican College, Orangeburg, NY on Wednesday 20th March 2012
Just two weeks ago, I saw the movie ‘Darfur Now’. The movie told the story of the oppression of the Sudanese people by their own government which culminated in the separation of the country into Sudan and South Sudan. It was nothing but a gory sight. There were soldiers on rampage all around the country: raping women, killing children, dropping grenades… Read More »All is not well
One of my favourite movies of all time was Slumdog Millionaire. I loved that movie, not only because it was filmed in India, a country I’m so fascinated by; not only because it talked about the unwitting intelligence of a young man, an idea that inspires me; not only because it affirmed the truth that love could run away forever… Read More »We are the minority!