White privilege is a beast. It is an innate, naturally concocted following…it is therefore hard to extricate oneself from its snares. ―Don Okolo Man has disintegrated badly; his mind is still functional in the sense that it still wants to satisfy the musings of those like him. But the rest of him has acquired real estate in the pit of squalor where he now sits in comfort writing essays of disdain and mischievous husbandry in...
From the rockies to the Hudson, to the Potomac, beyond the great sand spread of the Sahara, to the river Naija, the end is on its way ―Don Okolo Life as we know it could be coming to an end. That is not a figure of speech. I have consulted with the shamans and medicine men, from the world’s renowned rainforests, from the swamplands of the Pantanal, to the critter-burdened monsoon regions of the far...
If I were God. I would end it. If I were God, I would have the haters careening through the gates of hell proper…alive. ―Don Okolo I have had time, forty-something years and counting, to muse upon the fate of man the world over. And I have come to believe that a section of humanity would never rise from the quagmire of filth and disdain…from the vise-like grip the rest of the sultry smut have...
To understand the role Mary played in the scheme of God, one must untie those shackles of unwavering, hardened beliefs they grew up with. ―Don Okolo This piece could well mean that my bosses would have no choice but to cut me loose. They would have found the one reason they were looking for to give me a stiff kick in the pants, fire rounds of invectives (denunciations) as I am nearing the exit, to...
“We cannot, as Igbos, truly break away from this monster with her fangs wedged deeply into the functioning muscles in our body,” ―Don Okolo I understand the clamor, and I do understand the reasoning behind the push to carve out our own niche in a corner of the south and call it ours. Every single aspect of the maltreatment, and the vicious cruelty iced on the bedlam heaped on us, it seems that we have...
“Those of us living in the trenches of this Heartbreak Alley are faced with one undeniable fact: More than ninety percent of Nigerians are corrupt.” ―Don Okolo Maybe there is a redeeming feature about arresting two men and summarily executing them for bribery. I thought a long prison sentence would have been enough. But the Chinese are a different breed; the court went through the rigors to find out that these two men accused of...
“I am simply asking you to recalibrate their stance when they stand before the world to speak. Candor. Resoluteness. Magnanimity. These are catch phrases you must instill in these half nuts” ―Don Okolo These famous last words: ‘Walk slowly but carry a big stick’ does not apply to Nnamdi Kanu. I will state it bluntly; the adage shamefully escapes him and those around him that are working with furious bent to remove the kinks from...
This offer to refuse one billion dollars is harsh, but this offer to pick the Mind and Power of Jesus, is mean —Don Okolo For some people, having one billion dollars in their pocket is tantamount to having more money than God…especially, if the money was an overnight acquisition…literally, overnight. And you are not a gambler, meaning you hadn’t gambled on Lotto tickets the previous day on the likelihood you could win big. I love...
The Enyi Mba Enyi war song should have been put off. But no; we rushed it; we rolled that lyrics out in old world tapestry to clothe us. We wanted to run down coal-tarred roadways, in a stampede of angry men, chanting to bolster our eagerness to go to a war we were not ready to fight. —Don Okolo Gestation, as in conception and growth, is everything. Period. When birth occurs, and it is premature,...
In that same shallowness, The sewer dweller in Aso Rock believes he has the knife and the roasted yam tuber to feed her people. This impoverished, morally bankrupt monarch of the savannah is ready to slice away: Therefore, one can only eat when one receives a slice of yam from him. ― Don Okolo IF YOU HAVE TEARS, PREPARE TO SHED THEM NOW. (Shakespeare) This is a lamentation…a requiem of sorts regarding the most painful,...
