How many times must I stumble, tripping on your deceit, Before I reckon the cost with a bitter tongue, Mr. Autocrat? Your false promises serve as your countrymen’s retreat, How many hopes have faded, crushed under your edict?   We soared our dreams to great heights, heralding our hopes, We must now abandon all ambitions, giving room for fear, Where liberty has lost its ability to bear, Who stirs such chaos, succumbing to your dangerous...

“The ruling is deeply troubling, and undermines the integrity of the electoral process, weakens public trust in democratic institutions, accentuates voter apathy, and threatens the progress Nigeria has made towards consolidating its democracy….” _______ Today, the first in a series of essays about the curse of Nigeria’s political class, I want to summarize the implications of the September 6, 2023, Nigerian Presidential Election Tribunal ruling by focusing on one of the worst consequences of the...

A weary soul, thoughts filled with longing, wandering spirits under the moon’s gentle glow, a gathering of hopeful minds, intertwined, united without loneliness, like kinfolk, together, yet untouched by solitude’s sting.   Solitary moonlight, casting away fears, as the lion’s courage ignites strength, nurturing peace within our shared existence. Grant me the serenity that surpasses conflict, for unity’s harmony shall thrive and bloom, even amidst the haze of uncertainty.   Passionate dreams, windows of hope,...

“There’s the concern that regardless of the outcome, the tribunal’s decision could further polarize an already divided society, stoking ethnic and regional tensions…” _______ As the Nigerian Election Tribunal deliberates over the fate of the country’s political leadership, an air of palpable anxiety hangs over the nation. Even in the diaspora –credit to social media and the Internet, where millions of Nigerians who live outside of their motherland followed the February 25, 2023 presidential election. ...

Today is Saturday the tenth day of the month of February twenty twenty-three. It’s morning once again.   And with no witnesses for birth, the morning undoes itself once again: The sun doesn’t disappoint, bright and focused, the air breaks open.   And because it’s Texas, uncertainty’s face is nothing new.   The humidity makes the impulse of love the red wash of the dark room, I can see us clearly.   The air is...