This will be the absolute last time I will be drawn to the travails of the Nigerian polity. Oh well, that is not exactly true: I am talking as a father to a wayward daughter whose exertions on life are deplorable. He would swear he was done and would come back for the GA-zillionth time to render one more treatise on the virtue of ethics and morality. (I may have to revisit this issue sooner...

“Dear John, You Have Left Me With No Choice” Ten thousand men, and it could be more were determined to liberate France on D-Day. Those soldiers that survived the carnage could have said a couple of Our Fathers and maybe, just maybe, another couple of Hail Marys…that is, if they had any love for the Mother of God. The Germans themselves were lying in decapitating waste in their vast beach dug-out, in the thousands, as...

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa: Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault. Catholics! Catholics…they never cease to amaze me. You should know, I am a dyed-in-the-wool Catholic and wouldn’t trade this faith for another. Glad we have that out of the way. Somewhere at the beginning of Mass, those lines appear in a faith recital to absolve everyone in attendance of sins they might have committed. As a result,...