₦airaland Forum

redsun: Some fathers could be retardadly cruel and controlling.I know of chap that chopped up his father and threw his body into a well in my area and i wasn't surprise when i had it,his father was a retard that made lfe hell for all his children.

What is the point of him being in a university if he is going to be praying to thin air for help?What do you have to pray for that you can't do for yourself if truly you are educated?

Primitive minds.

look here mr man I just cant understand what you are justifying here. if his dad was really bad is that the reason for chopping him up?
abeg come off it .

VICTORCIZA: give me one good reason why you should not be bundle back to primary school?
your English sucks

yours is atrocious.

VICTORCIZA: reminds me of the adebowale brothers that murdered a soldier in cold blood in the street of London. is it in their blood

fact is not your strong point , this is a public forum with at least minimum level of education is reqd.

@orikinla u ain't making sense to me.

twosquare: chai...poverty is truly a disease....some don see America as heaven......nothing last forever here on earth!

U might as well go to Pluto since earth is where we live, don't knock it if u
Havent tried it tho. I mean the u.s.

brixton: Wot kinda dressing is dis?
I mean Fayose

Guy is a thug from youth.

Lyk we care. Mitchewwwwww

[quote author=delpee]A retroactive law that carries a death sentence is most unfair. Most people were not happy about it then even though they didnt support drug traficking. Some believe that its one of the things that led to a counter coup.[/quote
You are right there, counter coup by the real drug baron.I.b.b.

rati ken: And the morale of the story is?

Long thinz.

rati ken: And the morale of the story is?

Long think.

The sooner the better

Akshow: What has all dis ur epistle got to with the fact that chris tucker visited ota farm? Know when to rave and rant. This is a light homourous thread but not an avenue to cry and mourn.

I can understand cry and moan but mourn? Haha light humorous we dey kampe nao.
Lets keep it jigi.

Akshow: oh obj is ur God? Interesting

Why run away from the fact you are the one defending obj with your life ?
First I hate the man with passion, secondly I presume obj is not your dad , so
I don't see the reason why you referring to the guys lineage.
Thirdly we Nigerians hate our leaders present /old simply cos we see no improvement to our daily lives.
Remember we as citizen have the right to throw bric bac at these guys u know.
Remember obj started his tom foolery from operation Feed the nation, land use decree,harlibuton, NEPA scandal,third term agenda, efcc manipulation etc.
So we ain't talking of saint aremu from oru u know.

Akshow: No member of ur family, dead or living has reached or will ever reach half of the accomplishment of that "ugly motherfvcker" as u callded him? Did I say half? None or ur family memebers, lineage and twenty generations to come will accomplish one tenth of what that ugly man has achieved.


Moral of the story, grow up and quit throwing insult on people old enough to be ur great grand father

Must you now stoop to his level to defend your God?

noblezone: It was drug trafficking!
The punishment was prison.

these fellows were already caught, already jailed and serving in prison.

Buhari came and changed it to death penalty and back dated it and then had them executed!

Yes about the two but ojuolape wasn't.

dtito: wu could dat be??

Mr e. Bola.that is ravaging w/Africa and our leaders got know clue and
Can't wait for foreign intervention.we need to start solving our probs. First.
America put its flag on the moon in the 60s.at least let's see everyone put
Nigerian flag in front of his/her HSE first.

Like that monster started yesterday. How can the Americans
Come here when we can't spell proactive? Enh.

twosquare: you better don't mind all these mumu wey dey here that can't see beyond their nose....see into the spirit&you will know that a lot will soon happen,really fast.....and it won't be long.when i say soon,know it is soon....just as Babylon fell,these nations we speak of in high regard shall fall....Even most of their renowned prophets have said so, not just Nigeria but Africa...and that the continent is the future.And many shall flee to this continent.

Lwmd. U can yarn.better be careful Ebola is round the corner.

They will not in million yrs to come. Wake up from your slumber pastor
Ola. Seriously ,never.

Your point is do not marry at all

Banned already for saying nothing, as if the mod can read my mind.

Am get thing to like u, cos you are sturbon and resiliant.
I wish you luck.

Bunch of cretins, wake up from your slumber,.
Liberate your kinsmen from the jaws of book harm first before
Embarking on fantasy island.

MAYOWAAK: Fellow Nigerians, today is not one of my happiest days. I’m sorry to start on such a depressing note. But that is the way I usually feel on every October 19, since 1986, when one of Nigeria’s finest journalists of all time, Dele Giwa, was blasted into smithereens, by God-knows-who. Dele Giwa and I were brothers who never met, but had our paths steeped in similar upbringing. We were both born in the ancient city of Ile-Ife. Our parents migrated from the old Mid-Western region, now Edo State and settled in Ile-Ife to engage in odd jobs. Though we never met one on one Dele loomed larger than life and we all knew him like the man next door. I studied his life like a textbook, followed his world trajectory, and fantasised regularly about meeting him some day. The other man who had such magnificent effect on me is the one and only Sonala Olumhense who I was privileged to meet and who later gave me the honour of contributing to the birth of Ovation International in London in our exile days.

My God, those gentlemen had such rare gift of the pen. While Dele Giwa was very bubbly and swashbuckling, Sonala was ostensibly reserved and unquestionably cherubic. Dele Giwa was always going to stand out in the crowd. He gave journalism in Nigeria a lease and its practitioners a life. He challenged the stereotype that journalists were poor and scruffy by appearing most of his life like your High Street Banker. Just as Dele was loved by those who idolised him, he was feared by men of power for his ability to expose their foibles and egocentricities in his indomitable style. It was an influential position that made him susceptible to love and hate in almost equal measure. The life of a successful journalist is usually a delicate balance of standing between friends and enemies. And only a thin line separates the two. One negative article is just enough to obliterate 99 positive ones. No one ever remembers to thank you when you write that beautiful story but everyone remember to curse you and your family when you write that one that seems unpalatable.

That is what I call the dilemma of a journalist. My guess is as good as yours. Dele Giwa must have stepped on very powerful but sore toes who felt uncomfortable about his temerity to take on a system that made him who he was. The nation had not attained such level of tolerance to understand the job of a journalist was to write about friends and foes alike. There was always a channel of communication available to the aggrieved. The law courts are essentially there to serve as arbiter and secure rectitude for the victim of yellow journalism in any event.

The problem was not just that Dele died it was the manner of his death. For years, I carried the gory spectre of that bizarre murder in my memory. According to reports at the time, a parcel bomb was delivered at his Ikeja, Lagos home, somewhere off Adeniyi-Jones, in the presence of another accomplished journalist, Kayode Soyinka, now the Publisher of Africa Today. He was luckier to escape with not more than his damaged ear-drums as well as an indefinite sojourn in exile. Dele wasn’t that fortunate. He bled to death and his family comprising of an aged mother, relations, wife and children were thrown into perpetual mourning. The whole country was engulfed in utter shock while the outside world marvelled at our ability to settle scores in the most deadly manner under the flimsiest provocation.

At the time of his death, Dele Giwa was the Editor-in-Chief of Newswatch magazine and easily the most celebrated journalist of that period. His former wife, Florence Ita-Giwa, recently told me she fell in love with Dele because of his effervescent style of writing. By the time they met there was no protocol because she was already head-over-heels in love with awesome diction and rhapsodies. They became inseparable from that moment on. Dele was such a debonair writer who brought a lot of razzmatazz into the media industry. He was young, dashing and daring. He was a power-dresser, a fashion icon but above all an intelligent, inspiring writer and analyst.

Dele Giwa’s column, Parallax Snaps, was a must read for guys of my generation. It was impossible not to be attracted to the writings of Dele Giwa, Ray Ekpu, Dan Agbese and Yakubu Mohammed, the powerful quartet that founded Newswatch magazine around 1984, shortly after their dramatic exit from Concord newspapers. These were the authentic superstars who titillated us with beautiful prose that dripped with poetic and colourful words. And they lived up to their billing. Newswatch was an instant success and the hottest cake out of the oven. Every issue was a collector’s item. It is hoped that under the new management, that glory would be restored no matter how daunting.

I had followed Dele Giwa in particular like a true devotee. He was a pen-god who was worshipped at the altar of investigative journalism, and admired irreverently by the high and mighty and the low and meek. His pen was mighty; in fact, mightier than the sword. He was considered a proponent of fairness and justice in governance. Newswatch was a reader’s delight any day. Every week, the magazine went behind the scene to bring us hidden stories that were buried beyond our prying eyes. Newswatch did not just tell stories, its daredevil reporters told it in elegant style. The team was simply awesome: Nosa Igiebor, Dele Omotunde, Onome Osifo-Whiskey, Dare Babarinsa, Dele Olojede, Kola Ilori, May Ellen-Ezekiel and other journalism greats. Kayode Soyinka reported majestically from London. I will never forget his amazing scoops on the Umaru Dikko saga during the Buhari-Idiagbon military era.

Everything was going well for Newswatch, or so it seemed. The dream of the founding fathers of the magazine evaporated one hot afternoon as the powerhouse of the organisation was inflicted with the most iniquitous brutishness ever experienced in our vengeful society. Neither the exact motives nor the particular identity of the perpetrators has ever come to light. At the very best, all we got were conspiracy theories and circumstantial evidence but there was nothing conclusive till this day. A private prosecutor, Gani Fawehinmi, who took it upon himself to unravel the mystery and jigsaw, met brick-walls at every turn. The labyrinth of esoteric cases he filed at different junctures died with Gani without recording any major success or victory.

One could easily have concluded that such a dastardly act occurred because we were living at that time under the jackboots of the military who knew no other way to persuade its critics than shutting up their mouths through cold blooded murder. Its microphone was the gun-nose and the loudspeaker was the barrel. The military knew no other way to offer superior logic and simply did not bother. And we all prayed and hoped that the evil cup would pass over us. Unfortunately, not much has changed.

Even in the democratic dispensation that we have supposedly enjoyed these past 15 years or so the curse of unsolved extra-judicial cold-blooded murders of our critics and activists continues unabated.

More journalists have lost their lives in the line of duty under the civilian dispensation in our strange country. The list is painfully long enough. The politicians and their cronies are getting more and more intolerant. Power has become a matter of life and death. I doubt if that was the purpose of fighting for democracy. What I find sadder is that there is a new crop of young people who are being brainwashed and indoctrinated by desperate politicians to cause mayhem and confusion all over the place. It has become almost impossible to have decent conversation and cerebral debates without resorting to vulgarities and vitriolic attacks. This trend can’t continue. If it does, it will certainly portend great dangers for the future of our nation and has the likelihood and potential of descending us all into anarchy.

As we remember Dele Giwa today, let’s try to have sober reflections and reach the decision that all disagreements of whatever ilk can be resolved through peaceful, gentlemanly means.

BY:DELE MOMODU

Like dele giwa like dele momodu, you dine with devil pls don't forget to use a very lonnnng spoon.

The guy na sissy.