The Case Against Sanusi Lamido Sanusi – Akin Oyebode
I do not come to venerate Sanusi Lamido Sanusi, for he is not a saint. As much as I admire him, there are flaws too obvious to ignore. But this[…]
The Business of Policy Making
Last week, the federal government upped the policy ante. In the wake of the recent launch of a national automotive policy, its inauguration of the Nigeria Industrial Revolution Plan and[…]
Valentine’s Day
These are the tiny memories that unravel me, the ones I don’t see coming. I miss her. And suddenly my eyes start tearing up and I am grabbing fistfuls of tissue, tilting my head back. I think of all these years she’s been gone that I’ve spent dating all the wrong men, trying to make it to the next holiday or birthday with them before breaking it off, a kind of madness. But never Valentine’s Day–on which I prefer to be single, to remember the feeling of being loved unconditionally by someone truly special, as was my mother.
THE ART OF LIVING AND DYING: THE SARTREAN MOMENT IN THE WORLD OF BOOKS
by Adeshina Afolayan Coming into this place is one of the momentous times of my life. It is one of those moments when you lose control of yourself and refuse to[…]
GDP Rebasing and Reality: The Nigerian Story – Feyi Fawehinmi
Rebasing an economy is something that ought to pass without fanfare. Everyone does it periodically. For example, the UK and Canada rebase their GDP calculations every 5 years. How then[…]
Accounting For Crude Oil Sales And Revenues
Why does it matter that the governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN), Sanusi Lamido Sanusi, has indicated accounting sleights of hand at the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC)?[…]
What Matters is the Way We Are
by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke Dear Emotan, For years, I have written this letter numerous times, initially in my head and subsequently on paper. All my previous efforts have failed, for I[…]
Editorial | Issue #25: The Gay Issue
for David Kato (1964-2011) At a bar with a few friends one evening in downtown Edwardsville Illinois, a couple of years ago, I hit up a conversation with a young man.[…]
The Other is a Thing
by Obiwu Iwanyanwu They came for the Igbo, and you laughed. They came for the Ogoni; you rolled your eyes like an owl. They rounded up Odi, and rolled over[…]
Essays/Criticism · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
This is What I Know
by Mukoma wa Ngugi I know that Black people were sold as slaves because they were seen as talking beasts of burden and Africans colonized for their own good; and[…]