So once more, we're coming up to National Day, October 1, when all other cares and worries of the world take a back seat as we celebrate all things Nigerian. We flock to the streets in green and white, play 'Arise O Compatriots', and make merry as we eat jollof rice with dodo and chicken.

But why October 1? Sure, it was the date that we were gifted political independence by the British, but I honestly do not believe that its significance is felt viscerally by many present day Nigerians...

The interest I have for hearing the views of people I have never met goes back a long, long way to when I used to listen to 'Focus on Africa' on the BBC. I would hear the presenter read out one letter after the other criticising politicians, rebels or even the BBC itself. It made me think "Wow! So all these people out there have all these different opinions!" It wasn't long before I ventured to dip my toe in the water and send my own letters to the BBC. The toe-dipping eventually became a full blown...

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The Blog below was inspired by THIS NVS article.



Let us face the truth.

All of us Nigerians - every single one of us, especially those of us who deserted the land for "abroad" - contributed to the disintegration of the land we call our Homeland. For the most part, we deal with Nigeria with a hands-off attitude. Just picture it this way: we live in a house and refuse to partake in the...

Google maps is great for exploring the world from your armchair. If you type in an address for most major cities, you'll come up with an exact location on a map.

Well, "most major cities" hadn't included Lagos... until now. I noticed that Google had already added detailed satellite mapping of Lagos to its maps, so I figured that labelled mapping wasn't too far behind - and I wasn't wrong, as can be seen by the photo below:

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In response to the suggestion by my respected friend Villager EMJ, I finally got round to reading the paper authored by Nasir El-Rufai (pictured above), the erstwhile Minister of Federal Capital Territory, and my heart literarily bled as I read it all. By the time I was on the last lines of the piece, I had my hand over my wide-open mouth, numbed by the realities that the author captured in not a...