This long and crooked path, Life’s labyrinth, Stretching out the petals of intrigues cocooning Minotaur, son of Pasiphaë, is to Labinnah just a thorny road to glory. Are you Theseus, Labinnah, That strong and mighty soldier?
Dear Hannibal, “Inspiring scenes of people taking the future of their countries into their own hands will ignite greater demands for good governance and political reform elsewhere in the world, including in Asia and in Africa.” – William Hague. While the statement above is true, so much needs be done by the people of Nigeria,
Dear, Son of Man. I am excited as ever to get your timely correspondence. It was a timely balm that soothes the strained joints of our daily struggles. More so, it was an insight into a higher mind that proffers pragmatic panacea to our constant societal problems from a distant world, while opening a vista […]
Dear Hannibal, “This is a court of law, young man, not a court of justice”, are words attributed to Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., one of the U.S. Supreme Court’s great Justices (as he then was). They were uttered in response to the argument of a young lawyer who mentioned severally while arguing that his client […]
Dear Son of Man, My conscience bleeds this morning for my country. Not because of the many upheavals, trials and tribulations we face daily, these could be surmounted by the repositioning of the human mind, but because the country completely wallows in indulgence that conveniently metes out justice as a selective, eyes wide opened sword […]
With today passing by, without me penning these words, it would have been aeons that inspiration permitted me to create. But like magic, this day comes packed with her own words and I dare it to touch on days to come. Labinnah,
A decade of flights by this omnibus wraps up into a big whole this day and the next two of may, twenty fifteen. I was there! The Bass and the Soprano, One anchored to the other.