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Saturday 30 September 2017

NIGERIA AT 57!

The pathway ahead of Nigeria remains hard, our ascent steep, and we may not get there as soon as we expect, but I am filled with more hope now than ever before that we will get there and we will reclaim our voices. I do not suggest that today’s celebration of 57 years of independence is done as a fulfillment of our dreams and aspirations.  However, I am certain that it creates a space for us to reflect and make the change we need in our polity. The celebration of today stakes out our chance to reclaim our voice to answer the call for this is our moment and this is our time. It is by default that we have had bad governments in Nigeria because we have allowed the past and present rulers to operate on the unending margins of despair and apathy.  In the past power was acquired not because there was a genius about them but because we were asleep in deep slumber and the coalition of progressives was fractured.

In the past, I have made reference to the template of President Obama, the improbability of a black man becoming the President of the United States. I have written about the near impossibility that was overcome when the first man was sent to the moon. The obstacle that Apartheid presented and the dismantling of it without a bloodbath, the impregnability of the Berlin Wall which came tumbling down!  

Today, on this 1st of October 2017 I therefore lay down a challenge to the cynics who claim that Nigeria is an impossible case and that without our abject surrender to corruption and its accompanying violence we simply do not have a chance at mounting a challenge to the status quo. That without disintegration progress is impossible.

I also ask what do we have to lose by trying? I suggest we lose more in not trying at all. I go further to state today that by helping the people find their voices across the diaspora in Nigeria from Sokoto to Lagos, Kwara to Taraba, Borno to Imo, Cross River to Kano, we will be able to proclaim with all certainty and voices soaring above the skies of Nigeria that our time has come!

My own dream is of a fully federated Nigeria governed by policies based upon welfarism, premised on programmes, decisions and/or rules evaluated on the basis of their consequences on the governed. Welfarism based on the view that the actions of the rulers have significant consequences that impact on the human beings they serve. Welfarism, which, produces ideas that stem from having a human face. Our Welfarism must personify every structure of government. These structures must be treated with dignity and care because failure on any part will have dire consequences on others and have fatal effect on the governed.

I visualise a quality of leadership whose style is outstanding. Leadership that influences others through inspiration, generated by a passion and ignited by a genuine and sincere purpose.  Not a leader who lords it over the governed and is only after personal aggrandizement and avarice. The vision is of a new crop of leadership, which demonstrates the passion and willingness to serve and serve responsibly.

I suggest that the principle of good governance is acknowledged as essential for the success of any Nation. Leaders at the helm of our affairs should play a vital role in serving their causes and communities through committed passion as well as skills and experience to the instruments of governance and the governed. The principle of good governance enhances the provision of long-term vision and protects the reputation and values of a Nation. To make a difference our politicians need to have proper procedures and policies in place. The principle of good governance will ensure the delivery of welfarist promises made through a team that is accountable, sincere and astute. 

Today as we saunter in and out of our Churches, relax at home or travel to places and spots of interests, we must dedicate ourselves to the hard grueling task to make the past 57 years worth our while.




An Overview of Great Ife...


In terms of landscape, it is incomparable, with respect to asesthetics it remains unequalled, in regards to achievements it remains unparralled,  and on the level of beauty its simply enticing beyond words, for there is Only One University and that is Obafemi Awolowo University (Ile-Ife, Nigeria)!  

Wednesday 20 September 2017

Senator Adeleke latest dancing steps in church

Friday 15 September 2017

The Freshers Arrive….

Like a blushing wind, shy, retiring and devoid of guile, the freshers arrive, streaming into the campus, relentless and unremitting in their curiosity.  Trundling past the glistering white structures, through the warren of corridors presented by the Administrative block, ascending up to the second floor where they find nestled an array of smiling and beautiful faces interposed with a lone face of male handsomeness.  These are the team of administrators detailed to introduce them to a unique and enduring experience.  They are their first contact and their initial impression.  This is the sum total of what Lead City University, Ibadan is all about.

The Registration Unit is where their bid to complete all formalities is met, where fees are paid, course registration beckons and with subtlety they are thrust into the bosoms of volunteers from the University's Chapel of Peace and Joy.  These are students like them who have given their time and convenience to offer support and nurture to those so fresh and who seem lost.


It is an initiative by the Chaplaincy of the Chapel to provide a space on a table where friendship is established, explanations are provided, care offered and directions given.  At this table they find succour, cushioned landings and a novel campus experience.  This is Lead City University, Ibadan, this is what we are about!

NNAMDI KANU FACES NIGERIA ARMY

Friday 8 September 2017

FULLY FUNDED MASTERS & PHD SCHOLARSHIP OFFERED AROUND THE WORLD 2017-2018

‘IN MY MOTHER’S WOMB’

She kicked me again with a forceful thrust!  I had grown rather frustrated with this other little person with whom I was sharing the tiny corralled space.  I was wearisome from her constant-mini tantrums.  It seemed there was not enough room for both of us.  It was no great surprise that true to her character trait when the ‘call was sounded’ she heard and responded first, bawling her eyes out in delight, scampering out, taking the first opportunity to exit the womb, grabbing a gush of fresh oxygen and leaving me to spend the next eleven minutes trying to follow in her wake.  After a fitful struggle, I bit my way through my mother’s canal and I joined my twin sister in the outside world.  The snatched recollection of this improbable memory was to define our relationship for more than forty-three eventful years.

This is how deep in my subconscious I recall my first encounter with my twin sister.  She was always there, a familiar presence, one that occupied my every thought.  Now I confirm that since she transitioned into the heavenlies, leaving me to carry on the ‘good work’ my memories have been accentuated and my power of recall exaggerated.  However, deep down I believe in the authenticity of the experiences recounted here.  What is indisputable is that as a twin I had and still have a unique relationship, which non-twins may never fully comprehend.  When presented with the knowledge of my twin’s transition, a common question from some about the nature of our relationship is ‘Where you close?’  I suggest this sums up the limitations of their understanding.
Our relationship as twins was a complicated and intense one and sometimes as we were growing up it ranged from over-identification and excessive closeness to profound estrangement and conflict.  We had to deal with the significant emotional pain of separation in adolescence but as we matured as adults and got married, we came to love each other more and admire each other more as individuals.

We were born in a South Clapham Hospital, London which used to occupy an imposing but now dilapidated Victorian building opposite the Clapham South tube station in early 1966, and from there we moved with our parents to their home in Wandsworth, a suburb of London.   Both of us were very chubby and big babies, however, my twin sister took upon my father’s resemblance from the darker skin tones to his looks, his lips and his smile, and this accounts for her second name, ‘Feyisara’, ‘we used this one as a covering’ and I was mostly blessed with my mother’s fairer looks.

“Snow, snow, Mummy why is it so white?”


I was only three years old in 1969 but my inquisitive nature had the better of me, I needed my mother to spell out to us why the white powdery stuff falling from above was so freezing cold.  My twin the more resilient and reserved stared at me wondering what was the matter with all these questions.  We trod carefully along the slushy path on the way through Clapham Commons with my mother pushing the enormous pram, which contained my younger brother’s bounteous frame.  He, ’Debo had big rosy cheeks, its tenderness invited a stroke from many onlookers, he was quite a handful and large for his age, some portend to the six feet three inches in height he later attained.  Read more...https://www.createspace.com/4943826

Saturday 2 September 2017

FAKE NEWS: Prince William and Harry donates $100 million to Hurricane Harvey Victims

Reports that Princes William and Harry donated $100 million to Hurricane Harvey victims are false. While numerous celebrities and public figures have donated to Harvey relief efforts following the catastrophic flooding, several stars—including the royal brothers—have been falsely identified as donors by fake news websites.
Read more at http://www.business2community.com/world-news/princes-william-harry-donating-100-million-hurricane-harvey-victims-fake-news-01911028#aKhmje1sSj5YUdu0.99


http://www.business2community.com/world-news/princes-william-harry-donating-100-million-hurricane-harvey-victims-fake-news-01911028#LM6b3Zcqcwgfv2Ff.97