What in the world is God waiting for? Why is He not Pissed-off as I am? ―Don Okolo Lay Deborah Yakubu among the lilies. Bury her with a ton of roses. Let the barren State of Sokoto, her sullied, morally bankrupt denizens, her faithlessness in that certain faith dry out into the sands that work her hills. Let her valleys, and the bedrocks roiling and steaming with the hellish brand of fire remain unquenchable. Let...

“If I were God, I would yank Petronius, Thrumpanus, Erdganus, and the pus-brained Tucker Carlson, string them out by their balls ...” ―Don Okolo For the world would know no peace some people must die. If you agree with that premise, please raise your hand or mumble an amen. The world is hated by people she is sheltering, despised by those she feeds daily, and threatened by men she has granted everything. And yet, she...

Two truths are told: One of them Is entirely bull-pucky ―Don Okolo I couldn’t wait another day for my mind to undo the straps holding it down. The manacles of a particular enslavement had successfully snaked through the synapses of the once intransigent, Teflon psyche to rope it firmly. Coffee and all the bourbon in the world, the usual panacea, couldn’t do it. Every effort at untying the hardened braces to grant me my freedom...