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"I Never Had an Orgasm!"

"But I don't want to have an orgasm," she pleaded in a low voice. Her heart beat wildly and her eyes dimmed. Then his scarcely jubilant voice forced its way up: "I'll make sure you don't," as if either of them really knew what orgasm was, then he made for her pant.

Doctor Vincent looked straight into Ewatomi's mother's eyes, adjusted his glasses, and let out his words in the most soothing way possible: "Your daughter is three months gone." It was such a soft detonation.

Ewatomi's mother got the doctor right, but "It is...ahh...well..., Doctor," something told her it couldn't just be true. "She's pregnant?" "Yes, her baby is six weeks old," the doctor replied. It was the usual unpleasant silence that follows such a bad news.

Ewatomi's head was so heavy that she couldn't turn away her face from the doctor's lips for a while. Her mum slapped her own laps twice and repeated same on the doctor's desk in disappointment. Ewatomi was so confused. "But, I never had an orgasm," she whispered softly to herself. She really never had an orgasm, all she had was sex!

So, today was another edition of our out-of-the class learning programme. I called two of my students out to mention the parts of their body. They both knew of the head, the eyes, the legs, the hands, the nails, etc., but never the penis. The female one also never mentioned the vagina - It was 'something' or 'thing', I guess.

Why are these young ones left to learn about such things from friends - ignoramuses like themselves - or from bitter experiences? Parents don't want to talk to their children about their genitals. Teachers are also too cautious to make mention of them.

I educated the little ones anyway, and made them know that the vagina is a part of a girl's body and the penis, a part of a boy's body. Then I called another one of them out to mention the parts of her body (not excluding any this time), but she almost froze; she couldn't say 'vagina'; the boy struggled to say 'penis,' too. It has been such a huge damage.

In today's world of hyenas in human clothing, how is a minor to report a brother that touches her privates when she doesn't even know the names of those parts of her body? How is she supposed to narrate the story of a sexual assault when it affects the forbidden and never-talk-about parts?


It's a long story, but you can sure listen to the news and hear cases of little girls being abused by their own father, pastor, uncle, brother, etc., for years non-stop. The major challenge has always been that they can't tell anyone on time; they don't even have an idea what to say. When some manage to say something, it doesn't make sense. "Mummy, uncle touched my 'thing.'" "What thing?" "My thing." "What's your thing? Get inside and do your assignment!" Hence, such vices continue and these innocent ones suffer in silence.

A little boy cut off his penis sometimes back (I was told the story). Then about three months after his wedding - He must have been telling his wife that he was on a marathon sex fast - he went into his mum's room, pulled off his trousers and told her, "Mum, take a look at your grown-up son!" His little self must have been told what he had in between his legs was a sort of 'pipe' or 'kokoro (insect),' so he likely felt no need of it.

It's not just about the parts of the body; it's also about the subject of sex. Back to Ewatomi of the above story. "You can't get pregnant untill you have an orgasm," one of her school friends - the big girl in class- had told her.

She never wanted to be pregnant, but to her, sex could still be enjoyed anyway, "as long as I don't have an orgasm." Her mum never told her about sex. Her teachers never mentioned it. Now she had to learn the hard way - from her own experience.

Look around you to find hundreds of young, innocent ( if you don't mind) girls dropping out of school to nurse babies. Can we afford to hide such information from these naive minds and still claim to be human? They deserve to know! Enough of young girls having their dreams shattered. Enough of prospective female lawyers and doctors dropping out of school to nurse a child they never wanted.

It's not enough to tell them sex is a sin; it is not just the abstinence message (which is actually good). Tell them the pleasure; tell them the risks. They should, in fact, know the birth control methods. Let the schools embrace sex education. Teach your child the parts of his/her body. Tell him/her about sex and the choices to be made.

Ayeni Faith Damilola
Twitter: @AF_Damilola
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

"I Never Had an Orgasm!"

"But I don't want to have an orgasm," she pleaded in a low voice. Her heart beat wildly and her eyes dimmed. Then his scarcely jubilant voice forced its way up: "I'll make sure you don't," as if either of them really knew what orgasm was, then he made for her pant.

Doctor Vincent looked straight into Ewatomi's mother's eyes, adjusted his glasses, and let out his words in the most soothing way possible: "Your daughter is three months gone." It was such a soft detonation.

Ewatomi's mother got the doctor right, but "It is...ahh...well..., Doctor," something told her it couldn't just be true. "She's pregnant?" "Yes, her baby is six weeks old," the doctor replied. It was the usual unpleasant silence that follows such a bad news.

Ewatomi's head was so heavy that she couldn't turn away her face from the doctor's lips for a while. Her mum slapped her own laps twice and repeated same on the doctor's desk in disappointment. Ewatomi was so confused. "But, I never had an orgasm," she whispered softly to herself. She really never had an orgasm, all she had was sex!

So, today was another edition of our out-of-the class learning programme. I called two of my students out to mention the parts of their body. They both knew of the head, the eyes, the legs, the hands, the nails, etc., but never the penis. The female one also never mentioned the vagina - It was 'something' or 'thing', I guess.

Why are these young ones left to learn about such things from friends - ignoramuses like themselves - or from bitter experiences? Parents don't want to talk to their children about their genitals. Teachers are also too cautious to make mention of them.

I educated the little ones anyway, and made them know that the vagina is a part of a girl's body and the penis, a part of a boy's body. Then I called another one of them out to mention the parts of her body (not excluding any this time), but she almost froze; she couldn't say 'vagina'; the boy struggled to say 'penis,' too. It has been such a huge damage.

In today's world of hyenas in human clothing, how is a minor to report a brother that touches her privates when she doesn't even know the names of those parts of her body? How is she supposed to narrate the story of a sexual assault when it affects the forbidden and never-talk-about parts?


It's a long story, but you can sure listen to the news and hear cases of little girls being abused by their own father, pastor, uncle, brother, etc., for years non-stop. The major challenge has always been that they can't tell anyone on time; they don't even have an idea what to say. When some manage to say something, it doesn't make sense. "Mummy, uncle touched my 'thing.'" "What thing?" "My thing." "What's your thing? Get inside and do your assignment!" Hence, such vices continue and these innocent ones suffer in silence.

A little boy cut off his penis sometimes back (I was told the story). Then about three months after his wedding - He must have been telling his wife that he was on a marathon sex fast - he went into his mum's room, pulled off his trousers and told her, "Mum, take a look at your grown-up son!" His little self must have been told what he had in between his legs was a sort of 'pipe' or 'kokoro (insect),' so he likely felt no need of it.

It's not just about the parts of the body; it's also about the subject of sex. Back to Ewatomi of the above story. "You can't get pregnant untill you have an orgasm," one of her school friends - the big girl in class- had told her.

She never wanted to be pregnant, but to her, sex could still be enjoyed anyway, "as long as I don't have an orgasm." Her mum never told her about sex. Her teachers never mentioned it. Now she had to learn the hard way - from her own experience.

Look around you to find hundreds of young, innocent ( if you don't mind) girls dropping out of school to nurse babies. Can we afford to hide such information from these naive minds and still claim to be human? They deserve to know! Enough of young girls having their dreams shattered. Enough of prospective female lawyers and doctors dropping out of school to nurse a child they never wanted.

It's not enough to tell them sex is a sin; it is not just the abstinence message (which is actually good). Tell them the pleasure; tell them the risks. They should, in fact, know the birth control methods. Let the schools embrace sex education. Teach your child the parts of his/her body. Tell him/her about sex and the choices to be made.

Ayeni Faith Damilola
Twitter: @AF_Damilola
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Climate Change: My Future Scares Me

The UK sure wouldn't have seen such a thought-out civil disobedience as the Extinction Rebellion in few years. Protesters held Oxford Circus, Waterloo Bridge, Parliament Square, and Marble Arch in solidarity with the mother earth. The message was tidy: Do something about Climate Change, now. This piece is, without doubts, in respect to the rebells who fought without raising a finger on the streets of London and across the world, even in the face of police brutality. 'To the Mild Rebels' would have made a nice heading, but on seeing the placard of one of the protesters read "Your apathy towards my future scares me", I decided to take it personally, too.

My future scares me. I see a Nigeria without the coastal city of Lagos. A significant rise in sea level will sweep a good portion of Lagos under water and it'll be a harvest of dead bodies. My future scares me. I see aircraft not flying anymore, owing to flickery wind patterns. Jet Streams go wild, too. My future scares me. I see Africa without bees and other beautiful insects, some of which children long to play with in the farms. My future scares me. I see land without trees, trees without fruits, and farms without harvests. My future scares me. I see herds of cattle starve and thirst.

My future scares me. I see fishes suffocate in seas and oceans, few survivors live deep down the waters and some others migrate up north and down south. My future scares me. I see the world cry for rain to no end. My future scares me. I see lakes vanish and large rivers dry out. My future scares me. I see ice sheets melt at the Greenland; and Glaciers of the Alps, Himalayas, Rockies, Alaska, etc., retreat. My future scares me. I see Mount Everest lose its glory and the entire earth lose her beauty. My future scares me. I see floods and wildfires sweep thousands out; heatwaves, hurricanes, typhoons, and cyclones wipe out a portion.

My future scares me. I see so many homeless people roam the streets, so many IDP camps. My future scares me. I see conflicts. I see tears. I see the whole world in confusion. My future really so scares me.

These, and many more, were the concerns of the guys that held London and some other places in the past few weeks. Their future scared them! We've emmited too much carbon. The blowback was in the form of global warming and, now, Climate Change, which is already hitting hard on some parts of the world, say Africa. We can't afford to fold our arms while the authorities do nothing. We can't run on with the same actions that are bent on destroying us. We've angered the earth enough.

“I don’t want you to be hopeful. I want you to panic. I want you to feel the fear I feel every day. And then I want you to act”, said Greta Thumberg. My future really so scares me. Kudos! Extinction Rebellion. Kudos! The mild rebells across the world.

Ayeni Faith Damilola, Green Global Environmental Network
(faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com)
(Twitter: @AF_Damilola @GreenGlobalEnv2)

Fires that Burn Dollars

Somewhere in Ebeide, the absolute darkness of the night is a thing of the novels; all thanks to a strange fire, 30m tall, that keeps the twilight almost completely out. About 78 units of these hot flames could be found across the Niger Delta, and in them, a billion dollars is burnt every single year.

A blowback of oil dealings, Gas Flaring is an economic and, notably, environmental toughie in Nigeria. It was outlawed in the 80s, but has refused to escape our crest, even some 30yrs after. Whenever Crude Oil is being extracted, some gases are released hand-in-hand. These gases, to oil companies, are mere wastes; hence, they are painlessly burnt into the atmosphere.

But, this simple disposal is the mother of all disasters as every cubic metre of Natural Gas flared adds about 2.5kg of the most prominent greenhouse gas to the Earth's atmosphere.This, to the well informed, calls for grief and tears. Greenhouse gases are the root causes of the much dreaded Climate Change.

This births floods, rainstorms, hurricanes, wildfires and other extreme weather conditions that often leave us with a harvest of corpses and property ruins. Besides, Gas Flaring brings about a number of health issues, especially to those living in close proximities to flaring sites. These villagers battle respiratory conditions, eyes conditions, and skin cancer among others.

Moreover, the noise from these flames is deafening, and as if that's not enough, gases from flaring sites poison waters and aquatics, kills and/or set animals on the run, and destroy crop fields.That way, the economy of a people is completely wrecked. Just so you know, the Natural Gas being flared on a daily basis, if trapped and commercialised, can generate for Nigeria a billion dollars every year.

A country that boasts of close to a hundred million people living on less than one dollar per day cannot justify such yearly loss in billions. Away from that, only about 12.5 percent of Nigeria's population has access to stable electricity; yet, we flare, every year, a quantity of natural gas that can generate 3000MW of electricity on conversion. Thus, depriving millions of homes what they could have got on a platter of gold.

In a nut shell, the health, economic and, most especially, environmental effects of Gas Flaring are too much for Nigeria(ns), and a serious government will treat it as a matter of emergency. Say no to Gas Flaring in Nigeria. Let's put out the fires that burn dollars!

Ayeni Faith Damilola writes for Green Global Environmental Network (GGEN)
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*The Bad Ones are Not Dying*

I’m, these days, a fancier of TV shows that highlight week-end events of which burials happen to be the endemic. I’ve seen the closedown of military generals; the phaseout of politicians; the shutoff of justices; the interring of lawyers, high calibre police officers, poets, rhymesters, doctors, business moguls, distinguished professors, chiefs, kings, and priests; to mention but a few. I’ve witnessed the entombing of murdered youths, those who died in an accident, the ones that submitted to illnesses of various kinds, and those that died of causes unknown till date.

Aged people die every night and day, the educated and the unschooled alike, females and otherwise, the well travelled, and those that never left the village. I’ve seen coffins made of seasoned wood, and unrefined tombs. Some crypts cost an arm and a leg, and some others, two bits. I’ve seen muslims buried on the very day of their death, christians in covenant with their religion, and traditionalists buried amidst chants. Some burials were graced by big names- presidents, governors, ministers, senators, and their likes- and some others by peasants. But, I’ve never seen the burial of a bad man. Not only one have I witnessed.

In short, there have been differences in the socio-economic status of the dead; and dissimilarities in the fanfare that ushered them into the grave.There have been diversity in their religion, denomination, colour, profession, party affiliation, gender, etc., but not in their character. It has always been “Paradise is your reward,” “The legacy of your good work will forever remain in our hearts,” “Heaven has gained an angel,” “The vacuum remains but we shall meet at the Lord’s bosom,” “Your good heart is unequalled,” and their likes. Say pastors tell pleasant stories about every dead body that manages to get into their churches; some even vouch their straightaway entré into heaven.

Choirsters sing the best of hymns, suggesting the canonisation of every single body laid in the box. Children have all-good stories to tell about their dead parents. Spouses write heart-tearing tributes in honour of their deceased loved ones, friends do likewise. Every dead man used to be good. Every dead woman used to be meek. Yet, the society we live in presents cases of armed robbery every now and then, assassination, terrorism, kidnapping, ritual killing, political killing, rape, lying embezzlement, election rigging, vote buying, fraud, impersonation, cultism, cheating, infidelity, injustice, and all sort of ills.

Where are the perpetrators of these evils? Don't they die at all? Where are those who have been making life unbearable for us over the years? Those who looted our money in the 60's and 70's.Those who have made us shed tears day after day. When would we beging to end tributes with such words as "May you rot in hell," "May the angels of darkness start flogging you from now on," "May we never meet again," and "A devil has left us for good," among others? It seems the bad ones are not dying yet, or we can't just but call a spade a shovel.   

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker, and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Akowemoon:
Get the fame and the money, ladies will keep flaunting themselves on u.. To all hustlers, keep the ball rolling, one dey the hustle go pay

Is hustling about ladies?

After all my years of using the internet, it is beginning to get rather annoying that the word "fraud" seems to be synonymous with "Nigeria". One simple exercise: Go to http://uk.answers.yahoo.com Type in "Nigeria" and read the questions and their responses. I guarantee you that 99.5% of the time, in every question, there has been a negative response with the word "scam" in it, just because the word "Nigeria" has been mentioned. Yes, very country has dishonest people in it, and varying levels of fraud exists in every government, society and organisation regardless of what appears on the surface. But look at the state we are in - No one in the world will trust you at first instance, simply because you are a Nigerian. Sad, but true. When the incidence of fraud starts to turn into a stigma which affects even the honest, law-abiding citizens of a country, then it's time to do something. And I believe that we are not powerless against it.

So my question is : What can we do, as individuals / corporate organisations to make our society one where hard-working people CAN make a living, and where trust and confidence are normal standards to live by, not strange and unusual "in this day and age". How can we get out of this mess? Through the EFCC? By ourselves? Or will Oyinbos help us out of this one?.

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Comments needed, please.

Niger Deltans in Trouble

A People in Conflict (Episode 2)

The spot where Rivers Niger and Benue empty out into the Atlantic Ocean must, no doubt, be aesthetic; one begins to imagine how nature must have turned out in such a place, and not to my surprise, Niger Delta was enchanting: home to one of the largest bio-diversities in the world. Crops bloomed without holdbacks, trees flowered, and fresh water fishes—the largest species in West Africa—lived in the waters of this floodplain. Hence, for the 20 million people living in the area, life was close to a bed of roses—a serious local would definitely take advantage of either the coastal barrier island, the mangrove swamp forests, the fresh water swamps, or the lowland rainforests for whatever type of farming he or she could imagine. But, in the spate of 25 years, this appealing ecosystem washed-out. The root of vegetations had been poisoned; the waters, blackened, killing fishes and other aquatics. The once very rich soil now took pleads to produce a meagre harvest, while herbs and trees took turns to fall. Niger Delta had been degraded; its waters, too, had been polluted. Who had bewitched a people? What had happened to their land?

Oil was found in the region back in the late '50s and operations began not long after. But, nigh the close of the '70s, about tweny years into oil production in the area, the pipelines—with an estimate life span of fifteen years—were ageing, and so gave in to corrosion. Thus, oil started leaking from these weakened and all-spent infrastructures, free-falling into the land and waters on which the locals who, for that matter, got zero or pint-size benefit from oil operations relied on. This running spillage, poison to aquatics and green plants, was so severe that in ten years, over a million barrels of oil had broken out into the Niger Delta. The populars—now jobless, thirsty, hungry, and desperate—told the story of their pains, many a time, through a series of bloody conflicts with oil workers and millitary personnels attached to the area. Of the many devices of violence—the type of which had lead to the death of many, soldiers and civilians alike—was the Niger Delta Avengers (NDA), a militia that saw the shutdown of oil terminals and, in fact, caused the reduction of Nigeria's oil production to its lowest in twenty years; leading the country to recession in 2016. Pipe lines were blown off, manifolds went up in flames, and oil wells also became ashes; but these attacks only rotted the environmental challenges of the area. Blow up of oil installations lead to more oil spills which lead to more land degradation and water contamination.

Well, as I write, People of the affected areas face a number of health challenges: breathing problems, skin leisions, etc., and as if that is not enough, researchers have found out that babies whose mothers lived near oil spills are likely to die in their first month of life. We can't brush aside the fact that for many Niger Deltans today, access to food and clean water is a thing of the dream land, but the worst is yet to happen! What is that again (you ask)? A sea level rise of one meter—and that can happen any moment from now—could result in the loss of 75% of the region. Why?
Mangroves which should be the natural barriers to the inward movement of the sea have been lost to oil spills or indiscriminate elimination by the villagers.

All that said, if we really want to do it, we can clean up the Niger Delta—through bioremediation and other means, but should we start now, it'll take us some 30 years. How Do we help the Niger Deltans? How do we help a people in trouble?

Ayeni Faith Damilola writes for Green Global Environmental Network (GGEN)
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sanerugwei:
I don't the weed you are talking about and since you seem quite knowledgeable in it to know the weak and strong weed, I wish you all the best, but don't overdo it so you won't kolo to point of no return...

Anyways back to the topic...
Don't be a lazy youth, I gave you a small assignment but you left it and started throwing mud and weed jokes.

Let me help you small...
https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-difference-between-the-Catholic-Church-and-the-Roman-Catholic-Church
In case you no get data to opne the link..here is a snippet..

Technically the “Catholic Church” is greater than the communion centering on the Bishop of Rome, better known as the Pope. Catholic just means universal, and the Roman church is just one part of that universal church.

The problem is, of course, that that Roman church calls itself the “Catholic Church”, implying that it is the same as the universal church, which even according to its own teachings is not true. Even Rome admits that other churches not within its own communion are part of the universal church and have valid sacraments. The most obvious example is the Orthodox Church. A lesser-known example is the Union of Utrecht of Old Catholic Churches in Europe.

Old Catholics and Anglicans thus tend to insist on calling the Roman communion the “Roman Catholic Church”, in order to emphasize that they too are part of that Catholic Church while not being under the jurisdiction of the Bishop of Rome. Some also call the universal church the “Church Catholic” to avoid confusion with the Roman Catholic Church.

The fact that you submitted to quora's authority tells me your knowledge of church history is deficient (no insult implied). Ekiti state used to be part of Ondo state, but broke away, willingly, for some reasons...If an Ekiti man now claims to be a citizen of Ondo, based on the former ties, won't you look at him with disdain? If Biafrans successfully break away, would they still be referred to as Nigerians? Anglicans and other Christians (orthodox and many more) who claim to be Catholics willingly broke away from the church sometimes back for reasons of their own...is it not then ludicrous to call them Catholics? Every single church combined forms the universal church (because of the uniting factor, Jesus), but the original, and one church intended by Christ, formed by Christ, traceable to the Apostles, owns the name Catholic, and in which the fullness of salvation resides, is that of the Pope. If any church wants to be Catholic again, let it go back home. Wherever the Successor of Peter is, there is the Catholic Church.

A People in Conflict (Episode 1)

It was the glory of the sahel, and grandeur of the entire sahara desert. One of the largest fresh water bodies in the world, glitzed by vegetations of different kinds: trees, shrubs, herbs, and grasses; and full of life—different types, shapes, forms, sizes, and breeds of esculent fishes and other aquatics—; Lake Chad was a pleasing sight in the '60s. It was freshened by nature, and favoured by the mother earth. Outside the touristic gains of a healthy ecosystem of its class, about 70 million locals leaned on it for daily bread: Farmers used its water for irrigation; herders fed their cattles with the grasses around its frame; fishermen killed, ate, and sold its fishes; while livestocks drank directly from it. Lake Chad was, in brief, the sole driver of the area's economy, and it really was up to the task, going by its original size of about 26,000km² bordering the northern part of Borno state, Nigeria; Cameroon; Niger; and Chad.

But, in a twinkle of an eye, this crown of the wild, sixth largest lake in the world, shrinked; with about 90% of its size giving in to desertification. The vegetations—trees, shrubs, and grasses (on which livestocks depended) vanished. The fishes were no more. The farms, which used to be irrigated from the lake, dried up. The once very enchanting ecosystem became pale, and the flourishing economy slumped.
Your concern (as good as mine): What then was the hope of the locals—farmers, fishermen, and herders? There was no hope at all. A number of them, starved, frustrated, and desperate, moved down south, into Maidiguri, in search of life which was as scarce in the capital city as anywhere else in Nigeria. There, in the midst of an abject bleak, the able-bodied ones among them were enticed by Muhammed Yussuf's supposed philanthropic mission into his school of thought and became, perhaps, the very first set of Bokoharam insurgents ever recruited.

The herders among the populars, in search of pastures and water to keep their herds breathing, also embarked on a southward voyage through the north-east. Carrying with them frustration and bitterness culled from a tortured hope, their journey from Borno through Benue gave birth to countless conflicts with farmers, a development that has, just like the forenamed insurgency, claimed the lives of a number of Nigerians. So far, Bokoharam has sent about 1,500 Nigerians to the grave; and herders-farmers conflicts, over 2,000! Well, it has been said that both Bokoharam insurgency and herdsmen-farmers clashes have roots in the shrinkage of Lake Chad over time; this, then, is the million dollars question: What shrinked Lake Chad? Climate change, over-use of the water for irrigation, overgrazing, the cut-down of surrounding trees—canopies that used to prevent the water body from excessive evaporation—. Simply put, Lake Chad was a victim of environmental mismanagement from within and without the borders of Nigeria. For this or that reason, we are in bloody conflicts with one another because the environment is in conflict with us.

The world is interested in Lake Chad; how do we recharge it? How do we stop environmental mismanagement in Nigeria?

Ayeni Faith Damilola writes for Green Global Environmental Network (GGEN).
For Feed Backs: 08100426192, 08033431685 (whatsapp only)

The Bad Ones are Not Dying

I’m, these days, a fancier of TV shows that highlight week-end events of which burials happen to be the endemic. I’ve seen the closedown of military generals; the phaseout of politicians; the shutoff of justices; the interring of lawyers, high calibre police officers, poets, rhymesters, doctors, business moguls, distinguished professors, chiefs, kings, and priests; to mention but a few. I’ve witnessed the entombing of murdered youths, those who died in an accident, the ones that submitted to illnesses of various kinds, and those that died of causes unknown till date.

Aged people die every night and day, the educated and the unschooled alike, females and otherwise, the well travelled, and those that never left the village. I’ve seen coffins made of seasoned wood, and unrefined tombs. Some crypts cost an arm and a leg, and some others, two bits. I’ve seen muslims buried on the very day of their death, christians in covenant with their religion, and traditionalists buried amidst chants. Some burials were graced by big names- presidents, governors, ministers, senators, and their likes- and some others by peasants. But, I’ve never seen the burial of a bad man. Not only one have I witnessed.

In short, there have been differences in the socio-economic status of the dead; and dissimilarities in the fanfare that ushered them into the grave.There have been diversity in their religion, denomination, colour, profession, party affiliation, gender, etc., but not in their character. It has always been “Paradise is your reward,” “The legacy of your good work will forever remain in our hearts,” “Heaven has gained an angel,” “The vacuum remains but we shall meet at the Lord’s bosom,” “Your good heart is unequalled,” and their likes. Say pastors tell pleasant stories about every dead body that manages to get into their churches; some even vouch their straightaway entré into heaven.

Choirsters sing the best of hymns, suggesting the canonisation of every single body laid in the box. Children have all-good stories to tell about their dead parents. Spouses write heart-tearing tributes in honour of their deceased loved ones, friends do likewise. Every dead man used to be good. Every dead woman used to be meek. Yet, the society we live in presents cases of armed robbery every now and then, assassination, terrorism, kidnapping, ritual killing, political killing, rape, lying embezzlement, election rigging, vote buying, fraud, impersonation, cultism, cheating, infidelity, injustice, and all sort of ills.

Where are the perpetrators of these evils? Don't they die at all? Where are those who have been making life unbearable for us over the years? Those who looted our money in the 60's and 70's.Those who have made us shed tears day after day. When would we beging to end tributes with such words as "May you rot in hell," "May the angels of darkness start flogging you from now on," "May we never meet again," and "A devil has left us for good," among others? It seems the bad ones are not dying yet, or we can't just but call a spade a shovel.   

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker, and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

EdoNation:










No matter how hard this man tries royalty just seems to fall short of his body , I guess you can act a king but can't actually BE A KING!...... Oba of Benin , Obi of onitcha, obong of calabar etc.... Are kings but just not this guy even his antics aren't those of royalty !! ..... Smh

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Lalasticlala Mynd44 Dominique...

Jonathan's Book Launch: PMB Just Lost a Significant Moment

One of the many problems I have with PMB is his lack of symbolic gestures. It is one gift too many for him. Jonathan's book launch is on-going as scheduled, and present are a number of leaders from the West African divide of this nasty globe. They are all in Nigeria to grace the launching of a book that details one of the most striking transition hours in Africa's narrative. But, the special guest of honour is no-where to be found. The Nigerian president is only represented, not even by his lieutenant, but by the Secretary to The Government of The Federation.

While the event progresses, and the organisers don't seem bothered by Buhari's absence, the president has in the real sense just lost a significant moment to canvass for the Nation's unity. He has just fettered away another golden minute that would have told the story, more or less most beautifully, of Nigeria's indivisibility in this time of unprecedented divisions along tribal and regional lines. If it was a wedding in Kano, the president wouldn't have missed it. His body language is always unguarded. I do not know what his advisers are doing. They seem more in love with our million dollars cutlery than co-ordinating Mr. President. If only PMB knew the wounds his presence was capable of healing.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

The Real Faces Behind "I'm Fine"

The social media is doing a whole lot to us these days, and not a number of us is in the know. How many times have you typed "I'm fine" with shaky fingertips and blood shot eyes? Well, only a smilling you was seen in the profile picture. Those times you were ripped up and teared down, the cold days you felt you could not just move on. The dark times someone who meant the world to you walked away and left in your heart a gaping hole, and the dark hours you felt you've failed so many times and wanted the end of your very life.

Then someone typed 'Hi' and you replied 'Hello.' 'How are you?' He/She continued, and you couldn't help but reply the normal way: "I'm fine". You didn't even know if you were telling a lie or just following the informal rules of online pleasantries. Well, sometimes life presents us ironies. How can you explain greeting someone 'good morning' when you've just been diagnosed with cancer? What the hell is good about the morning? You still have to greet "good afternoon" when you know too well that it's not true, and 'good night,' when you, sure, will lie on an empty stomach.

It is always like that in the latest world, and it's so painful we all have to deceive ourselves once in a while. But, life was far more interesting in the days of our fathers, when kinsmen could look into one another's eyes and see the truth. They could hear beyond words and ask questions, even when the eyes fought the lips. But here we are today, behind our phones faking it. We cry much and our profile pictures laugh so hard: everyone assumes the other is happy and feels sad much more for being the odd one out.

Someone tells you "I'm fine" now and the next minute he commits suicide; or dies of congested heart attack tomorrow. It's just a new world we found ourselves, where real connection is gone and brothers only communicate behind the screen; no one sees another's eyes to decode what the truth is. The truth is that many of the faces behind the phone, telling you "I'm fine" are actually frowned, grimaced, gloomy, sullen, dejected, and as long as a fiddle.

Ours is a cold modern world, a world of loneliness, its resultant deaths, and funerals and requiem. We've lost one thing too much to civilisation: the old-fashioned kinship bonds, and for that, we are paying with our lives. In the heart of an ordinary night come-play-with-me, africans used to connect in the real sense of it, and outside the distractions of the social media, share problems, and once a problem is shared, it is half solved. Hence, there were less worries; and as such, near zero heart problems that kill us in dozens today.

Our foregoers would sit in groups with families, friends and neighbours in the night; and we think illiteracy was only taking its tolls on them. Little do we know, that "when we gather together in the moonlit village ground, it is not because of the moon. Everyman can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so."

We are too western to bond today, in the ordinary way. We are a bit too enlightened to spend time with the neighbours who can proffer solutions to our challenges, we wake up to embrace our smart phones, we say good morning to Whatsapp, and sleep with Facebook in our hearts; our worries compound. Our free times, we spend online, faking smiles behind the screen and telling those who can't see our weepy faces "I'm fine," while the world around us crumbles, and not a single thing is fine with us.

How are you? I hope you are really fine today.

Ayeni Faith Damilola
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Atiku 2019: Let's Return to Egypt.

It is a pity that Nigerians are always left in the middle of nowhere whenever elections are approaching.The choice is always between six and a half dozen. One of such times is this, and for the millionth time, it is a choice between a buhari and an atiku. On the person of Atiku, the APC has let slip a number of things.They have given a mountain of reasons we shouldn't honour the former vice-president with our votes. From the Halliburton scandal to the NITEL, his ban from the US and, a whole lot more.The fact that nothing on earth has taken the risk of absolving him from these many allegations of crime and greed adds fuel to the fire. It is therefore plain as day that a vote for him is a return ticket to Egypt, our slave land; but that is painfully the best choice for now.

I can only liken our situation to that of the Israelites on their way to the promised land: the Egyptian soldiers were nearing from behind and a dangerous Red Sea sat unwavering in front. It was a crossroad for them, but our situation as Nigerians is a step ahead of theirs in horror and terror. We have a moses that is asleep on the job: a moses on the kip. Ours is a nero, who fiddles while Rome burns. President Buhari is supposed to be the messiah: the man that would save us from the brutal scourge and recklessness of the PDP, but he is as helpless as a foetus, or so it seems. He either doesn't have such power that will part the Red Sea, or he simply has left his miracle rod in no-one-knows-where. He only laughs at our uselessness terribly. He does not know what to do or he just doesn't want to do the necessary. So, in this event, the smart decision for us as a people is to joylessly turn around and advance towards Egypt, even as slaves that we used to be; for in Egypt, we would eat three times in a day. Isn't that better than for us to all die of hunger, thirst and, from the arrows of Eyptian Soldiers in this horrible desert?

Under Buhari, Nigeria is sure more torn along religious and tribal lines than ever. Under him, more Nigerians are arguably committing suicide than any other time in our history: people jump into the lagoon like it is a sort of sport. More people fall under the swords of terrorists and militias by the day. The Judiciary is a walk-over and the courts are fast losing their honour. Corruption is decorated and anti-corruption agencies do more of campaigns and entertainment. Democracy is a subject of scorn and every government institution does more of comedy than anything else. Government appointees tell lies like there's no day after. Hunger is every man's friend and poverty is a uniting factor. The youths are more hopeless: they sit well on their tortured hope to earn some dollars from internet fraud. Businesses are folding up by the day and, even, banks and companies are on the run.The supremacy of one tribe over all others is well pronounced and the lords are really lording it hard. Naira enjoys a free fall and the debt boarden of Nigeria soars.

If we, at least, had direction under Buhari, I would have argued that our afflictions of today are mere distractions on our way to the promised land. I would have told us that all of the pains Buhari has caused us are our own forty years' journey to the land of Canan. But, we do not seem to be leaving the zero point anytime soon, it doesn't seem Buhari knows the way out of here. Our moses is not real. Therefore, fellow Nigerians; as pitiful as this is, as hard as it is capable of making us cry and as vulnerable as it makes us look; we cannot but return to Egypt-the PDP-where we would at least feed three times in a day. Let us return in tear-drops. It is an affliction of a decision, but we've got no alternative. Let us return to Egypt, and as soon as possible too.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Certificate or no-Certificate, Vote 'Em Out.

Even before the hot off press part of Buhari's certificate epic, which will go down in history as one blunder too many, I've been brainstorming Willie Nelson's song, Vote 'Em Out, at Beto O'Rourke Rally. Let me start this way, a closer look at the certificate itself makes one laugh his/her fucking ass out. It wouldn't have been so effortless for a 75yrs old man to have obtained his WASSC since 1953, or he would have been decorated with laurels as the youngest WASC holder at 11. Not just that, the grades are'nt even good-looking, it is appaling to learn that the manager of our economy used to be a very poor student of mathematics (who knows how we got into this economic mess). More amusing is WAEC's sudden venture into home delivery, a singular gesture that makes the whole matter more incredible. Just anything can happen in this part of the world, anyone would think.

In all, I don't seem to be a lover of the attention the whole thing is getting now: even if the certificate was valid, would it compel us to vote the man back in 2019? We make the so-called certificate or attestation (whatever) look like INEC's certificate of return in value. Election day is actually ours in its all, no certificate can take that from us. The task ahead is also a piece of cake: if you don't like who's in there vote 'em out. There are many more important things to take up right now and I wouldn't have us taken away with this. Let's tell the president that he has, till now, refused to fix the economy. Let's tell him that under his watch, Nigeria became the poverty capital of the world. Let's tell Buhari that he has refused to tackle insecurity and, even corruption as expected. Enough of this certificate buzz.

The truth is: Certificate or no-Certificate, If you don't like who's in there, just vote 'em out. That's what Election Day is all about. The biggest gun we've got is called "the ballot box, " So if you don't like who's in there, please vote 'em out. Bring some new ones in and we'll start that show again, if you just don't like who's in there, vote 'em out. If it's a bunch of clowns you voted in, election day is comin' 'round again. If you don't like it now, If it's more than you'll allow, If you don't like who's in there, just vote 'em out. All thanks to Willie.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Ago Fayose's Vice-presidency: Tragedy in the Making!

Certain rumors are deadly. One of such is currently blowing in the wind. I just returned from Church, where we prayed for Nigeria the umpteenth time. That God gives us good leaders, those who know what the problems are, the magic wand to employ and, are willing to do the needful in a matter of months, if not weeks. Then, in one my favorite social media groups, I saw the caption, Atiku/Fayose ticket: the devil is a lier! I knew it was only a rumor and it better remains so. Atiku had won today's presidential primary, his running mate is not yet known, but Fayose's Vice-presidency would be too costly.It would be a grave mistake, it would spell economic doom for Nigeria. He has his strengths and weaknesses like every man and, i'm not out to cut him up in anyway, but for the Vice-presidency, trust me, he's really a no-no.

Ordinarily, the Vice-president is only a lieutenant. He's to take orders from the President on whom the Constitution confers the Executive power whole enchilada, but the single role of Chairman, National Economic Council suggests that not just anyone can occupy such a position but one who has what it takes to drive the wheel of the Nation's Economy and, that's where my fear lurks. The wheel needs be driven better and faster now than ever. There's so much hunger in the land, the people are crying hard and, in the midst of all these, what Nigeria needs now is faultless Economic Transformation. If you would not mind, what do Fayose know about the Economy?

Watching from behind, all Fayose did in Ekiti was to share the monthly allocation and shed tears whenever it seemed not enough. When he would do something about Ekiti state's sinking IGR, he taxed primary school pupils. He taxed secondary school students. When he would move in the Economy's direction, he oversaw the liquidation of Warm Spring Waters Limited, producers of Gossy water that you and I used to drink. He left high and dry Ikogosi Warm Spring Resorts and, as if that wasn't enough, Fayose's Economic wizardry sent Coca-cola away from Ekiti, ROMACO Igbemo fled, even GTB ran away leaving family bread winners jobless. Fayose could not have designedly destroyed Ekiti's Economy, or so I would maintain at the moment. He just didn't know what to do.

That is how effective Fayose's Economic blue prints could be and it would be death-dealing if extended beyond Ekiti State. I don't have issues with Atiku's Presidency, he's arguably the largest private employer of labor in Nigeria. I know of Intels, I know of Prodeco, I know of Atiku Abubakar farm, even ABTI schools. You will do well to ask Fayose what he did in the eight years he was out of Ekiti Government house. Politics is simply Fayose's sole business! Anyways, he had been one of the main men standing, in the PDP, against Buhari's grenades and so; deserves some accolades. If the PDP incoming government likes, let it create a new ministry that fits Fayose's personality and make him its boss, I care much less, but the Vice-presidency is not Fayose's business. We deserve not just leaders this time, but those that will make things happen.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and, eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Atiku/Fayose Ticket: Tragedy in the Making!

Certain rumors are deadly. One of such is currently blowing in the wind. I just returned from Church, where we prayed for Nigeria the umpteenth time. That God gives us good leaders, those who know what the problems are, the magic wand to employ and, are willing to do the needful in a matter of months, if not weeks. Then, in one my favorite social media groups, I saw the caption, Atiku/Fayose ticket: the devil is a lier! I knew it was only a rumor and it better remains so. Atiku had won today's presidential primary, his running mate is not yet known, but Fayose's Vice-presidency would be too costly.It would be a grave mistake, it would spell economic doom for Nigeria. He has his strengths and weaknesses like every man and, i'm not out to cut him up in anyway, but for the Vice-presidency, trust me, he's really a no-no.

Ordinarily, the Vice-president is only a lieutenant. He's to take orders from the President on whom the Constitution confers the Executive power whole enchilada, but the single role of Chairman, National Economic Council suggests that not just anyone can occupy such a position but one who has what it takes to drive the wheel of the Nation's Economy and, that's where my fear lurks. The wheel needs be driven better and faster now than ever. There's so much hunger in the land, the people are crying hard and, in the midst of all these, what Nigeria needs now is faultless Economic Transformation. If you would not mind, what do Fayose know about the Economy?

Watching from behind, all Fayose did in Ekiti was to share the monthly allocation and shed tears whenever it seemed not enough. When he would do something about Ekiti state's sinking IGR, he taxed primary school pupils. He taxed secondary school students. When he would move in the Economy's direction, he oversaw the liquidation of Warm Spring Waters Limited, producers of Gossy water that you and I used to drink. He left high and dry Ikogosi Warm Spring Resorts and, as if that wasn't enough, Fayose's Economic wizardry sent Coca-cola away from Ekiti, ROMACO Igbemo fled, even GTB ran away leaving family bread winners jobless. Fayose could not have designedly destroyed Ekiti's Economy, or so I would maintain at the moment. He just didn't know what to do.

That is how effective Fayose's Economic blue prints could be and it would be death-dealing if extended beyond Ekiti State. I don't have issues with Atiku's Presidency, he's arguably the largest private employer of labor in Nigeria. I know of Intels, I know of Prodeco, I know of Atiku Abubakar farm, even ABTI schools. You will do well to ask Fayose what he did in the eight years he was out of Ekiti Government house. Politics is simply Fayose's sole business! Anyways, he had been one of the main men standing, in the PDP, against Buhari's grenades and so; deserves some accolades. If the PDP incoming government likes, let it create a new ministry that fits Fayose's personality and make him its boss, I care much less, but the Vice-presidency is not Fayose's business. We deserve not just leaders this time, but those that will make things happen.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and, eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Fayose, Is Today Not Teachers' Day?

One of the monikers the outgoing Governor of Ekiti state seemed to fancy is 'teacher's Governor,' a title that endeared him to Ekiti teahers so well. Fayose would commemorate the day in a grand style. By this time last year, the road to Oluyemi Kayode stadium was already unfortunate, as teachers from every V and Y found their ways to the celebration venue. Fayose would hand out up to a 100million naira to Ekiti teachers, he would present brand new cars to best teachers and, last year, he promised to send the best teachers to Dubai or London on an all expense paid trip.

On this day, the teachers would be in Ankara uniform and, the governor amidst them, dancing to Ayefele's live music. It had always been a great celebration under Fayose and, such a glamorous occasion was Fayose's way of saying I love you to Ekiti teachers. Well, the subject of this episode is not how well Fayose had painted the town red for teachers in the past. The question is, what has changed within the last 365 days? If you ask me, fayose is still the Governor and there are still teachers in Ekiti. Oluyemi Kayode stadium is still available for a venue. Ayefele has not stopped singing and, there are still many Ankara in the market to make a uniform of.

Just one thing happened, his candidate was defeated in a guber race. Is that enough for him to stop celebrating those he claimed to be romantically in love with? That reminds me of a number of changes I've observed. Fayose no longer eats roasted corn by the road side (do well to prove me wrong). He no longer patronizes Okada riders. He no longer visits local canteens, or so I think.This the main issue. Our leaders are scammers. Everything they do is politics. They do not really love us, they only play politics with our feelings and emotions. Nigerian leaders are selfish. They are in love with themselves, their children and their family alone. When they celebrate us, it is a pose. When they build roads it for what they will gain from it. When they speak for us, it is only for cheap popularity.

All that said, dear Ekiti teachers, if the Governor refuses to appreciate you this time, I do laud you. I leave you with this quote from APJ Abdul Kalam: "Teaching is a very noble profession that shapes the character, caliber, and future of an individual. If the people remember me as a good teacher, that will be the biggest honor for me." Happy Teachers' day.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and, eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Lalasticlala Mynd44. Where is Nnamdi Manu?

One Year Gone, Where is Nnamdi Kanu?

In the latest Nigeria, where young and old now talks about 2019 presidential elections alone, I can't but ask the Igbos, Nigerians as a whole and, President Buhari where the omnivorous Lion of Biafra is. Where is this young man? Is he buried or erased like some people are mongering? Is he somewhere in his Aba Father's house hid? Is he in Israel or in the United Kingdom? Where on earth is he? I wish he hasn't crossed to the world beyond. I wish he's not already dining with spirits. I wish he's not dead. If so; another heroe has fallen and Nigeria is already saying adieu to sportsmanship and activism.

If the king of the Jungle is still alive and had not completely fallen victim to the dancing python's venom, I expect, at least, a light roar. In my earlier ABCs to him, just before the python's violent dance, I opened up on how Nigeria was better as one.I told him how we could reform the country from within. How he was a confidence I venerated, how he should save Igbos the stress of losing and/or forfeiting their investments to Nigeria and how he should please save me the pains of losing my Igbo friends, neigbours and celebrities to some Biafra, in case he succeeded. But he was either too conditioned to the several intimates, buddies, fans and converts, who would spend a lifetime singing his mentions and congnomen.

I can remember telling him how Biafra(if got eventually) would still be governed by wicked Igbo leaders, who like their Yoruba and Hausa colleagues brought Nigeria to her knees in the first place. I reminded him that there seemed a general problem with the black race. There is no black nation that could be ranked developed. I would rather say, that Africans have the kind of leaders they deserve . If there's any solution to our problems, it is in unseating a generation of leadera that has failed, by all means and, then actively look inwards for young people, those that can and are ready to serve.

Where is Mazi? Those who lost their sons to protests he championed might now be feeling a deep sense of loss. Those who lost their pretty wives to Biafra-Inspired freedom marches are on the lookout. Those who were maimed and crippled in the process of Biafra agitation want to see Nnamdi Kanu. The Children who lost their parents to stray bullets during campaigns for Biafra would certainly want to hear from him, and learn how there's still hope. But, no one is talking about him any longer. Igbo leaders now patronize Aso rock villa and, I can bet, such visits are mostly for selfish reasons. No one is putting pressure on the federal government to produce mazi. No one is repeatedly calling the attention of the world to his bizarre dissappeararnce

Election held in Anambra, even in his absence! Kanu was declared a terrorist. He's said to have committed treason and, likely carted away with. We who were not in support of secession but admired his selflessness and audacity want to know where the Lion is, even if the Igbos for whom he fought care less now. The problem is not even the young man's dissappearance, but a people that could be so silent when those who fight for them are being victimised, oppressed and, even killed. What will the future of activism look like in Nigeria? Who would be ready to fight for a cold and ungrateful people in the nearest future?

Kanu's predicament is far from the first, you know? Fela's mother was reportedly thrown down from a storey building and died from complications related to the event. Nigerians watched Ken Saro Wiwa killed, just for fighting for his people's rights .Can we still say things as they are and go scot free? Since the python dances freely in my country, can we still gambol without awe, scare, phobia and/or suspicion? Well, life goes on in the east, Igbos are still eating chicken and senegalese rice, cars are still moving and the clock tickles on, beyond that, the leaders are busy preparing for 2019 elections. In Igboland, people are still getting married in flamboyance and birthdays are still being celebrated with Osadebe's Osondi owendi, even, when Mazi is in not-many-knows-where.Where is the Lion? Where is the prince? Nnamdi Kanu, where are you?

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Yambee:
Ayeni faith should shut up.

Everybody's now a political pundit,and trying to be relevant by saying things they know nothing about. Ambode's problem is a party problem, as he has offended the leadership of the party I. Lagos State. How difficult is this for the Faith's of the world to understand?

And who are the people that will ask questions?ibo or calabar people?because the Yoruba's that have a stake in the matter have already asked and gotten their answers,and that is why you see them voting for Sanwo-Olu today.

Unless of course you Faith,want to say you are smarter than the whole Yoruba's in Lagos,and that they lack sense.

The Party has spoken and Ambode is a goner.

And the leadership of APC will determine who wins the guber race and not Lagosians who seem pleased with Ambode's moves?

Tinubu May Have to Cry!

Asiwaju is a wonder to behold. Tinubu is incredible too. He's undisputably the main man in Nigerian politics today. He's the most powerful whenever the President is not contesting. He was a senator when Nigeria's eyes was closed. He was a Governor when the sun was just rising and, the father of Governors at dawn. Tinubu fought, alongside others, Abacha and won. As Governor, he survived Obasanjo's greenades. Goodluck Jonathan understands that his name is not something of a joke. He did not only enthrone Buhari, but made his former aides vice-president and ministers in his government. Would you then argue that Asiwaju is not something else?

But, Tinubu may cry soon. Either Ambode loses today's primary or not, Asiwaju has a whole lot to fear. When people call you master, don't rejoice, tell them you are only a servant. Unfortunately, with the humiliation of Ambode, Asiwaju is openly calling himself the master of Lagos politics. He's calling himself the driver of Lagos' wheel in the public glare. He's telling lagosians that they are but his balls. He's telling the discerning that he owns Lagos and everything that breathes within its walls and, of course, all that is true; but it is better not said. Tinubu is openly counting his slaves, and our foregoers said wisely, that when you count your slaves, they become so sad. There will always be a counter coup. The people of Lagos will demand freedom soon, they will revolt and, history will repeat itself. The Jagaban of Lagos is planning his own fall and, I'm afraid.

The people will soon ask questions. They will ask Tinubu what the sins of Ambode are and, by the time such questions are being asked, not many answers will drink water. Thesame Ambode that was once acclaimed the best Governor in Nigeria? The same Ambode that has transformed lagos? Would lagosians have to replace him simply because he had refused to be totally submissive to the master? Would they reject him because of his personal issues with the Jagaban? Will any lagosian accuse Ambode of under-performance? Not even when it is public knowledge that this young man has pleaded with Asiwaju, not even when the people of Lagos know that his wife has appeased the god of Lagos politics.

Tinubu has enemies within the APC, not many Abuja politicians are pleased with him, or so it looks. It will not be a cup of tea to fight Ambode (maybe then as the opposition's candidate ), the opposition, the people of Lagos and, his in-house enemies at the same time. Discretion is a better part of valor. This is only an agidigbo drum, only the wise dances to it and the knowledgeable understands its lyrics.

Ayeni Faith Damilola.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com