“Count your blessings, name them one by one;
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done”
The quote above is from a popular Christian hymn, “Count Your Blessings” by Johnson Oatman Jnr, however, fear not; this is not a proselytising article. The hymn just kept ringing in my head as I picked up my laptop to compose this article. I’m typing this article at the twilight of Good Friday 2019, influenced by four key events from the receding week.
Continue reading “When Privilege Comes Knocking”
A little while has passed since the last time I tapped my keyboard composing a document that was unrelated to my day job. In the intervening time, I got married, and Nigeria held its most expensive elections ever to select office holders for the next four years. Except for my Rivers State, which now operates a different wavelength, other states have concluded their selection processes. Today’s article is more of a potpourri of my thoughts on different issues related to the elections. Although each issue merits a full article in its own rights, let’s accept what will be a summarisation.
Continue reading “Now that the Elections have Ended”
So, you want to get married? Left
to me, I would have preferred a quiet, very quiet wedding. Fortunately, we live
in a social society, so my wishes could not fly. After asking Anu to marry me,
it was time to involve the families. This was going to be a marriage between a
fish-eating Okrika guy and an amala-downloading Yoruba lady.
Continue reading “Act 1: The Introduction”
“When I found you, I found somebody who cares” Bebe Winans (I Found Love)
Where do we start from to tell
the story of two persons who would have never imagined they’ll end up together?
The story begins with a certain Jonah delivered from the fishes of the Atlantic
Ocean and sent five hundred kilometres away to a land warmly called Great Ife.
Two years later, a certain Anuoluwapo made a similar journey howbeit from a
bubbling convergence point north of the Niger. These two persons would go on
existing in the land of Oduduwa blissfully unaware of each other.
Continue reading “Once Upon a Time in Ife”
I’m typing this article sitting outside my apartment while a throng of fireworks litters the skies. I expect that for much of this night, sleep might be either downright impossible, or thanks to my neighbours, socially unacceptable. So, while I spend time with some neighbours, let me conjure an article. Continue reading “2019: A Fresh Start”
After reading my last article on issues affecting Port Harcourt, a certain friend of mine called me to discuss the main ideas in the article. In a one hour-plus WhatsApp call, this Nigerian “externally displaced” in the United States, made the point that my article was trying to solve a problem by complaining about the symptoms. Whereas I did not necessarily agree with his entire viewpoint, a key idea stood out—his application of Jesus’ Parable of the Prodigal Son to events in Nigeria and Africa. Continue reading “Still Washing Pigs”
There is a popular proverb in Nigeria which states, “The person who has never left his father’s farm thinks the farm is the biggest in the village”. If the meaning has not jumped at you, here’s another version: “Until you leave your father’s house, you will think your mother is the best cook on earth”. There’s some kind of epiphany that happens when you go outside your conventional zone and get to experience life in other areas. This has been my experience with Port Harcourt. Continue reading “Cry, My Beloved Port Harcourt”