In the realm of names lies a profound significance, extending beyond the mere arrangement of letters in rhythmic flow. Today, I wish to delve into a word HADAWAMAYAWA, a name that caught my attention while going through my father’s correspondence with Dr. Deji Oworu. Before we explore the essence of this name, allow me to acknowledge what I deem essential—a concept that carries immense value.Continue reading HADAWAMAYAWA: A Call for National Conversations by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
The plantation and the metamorphosis of BAT by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Once upon a time, time time! There was a man and his name was BAT and so he BATified his people, he protected them and provided for them as best as he could. It was words on the streets that BAT looked out for his own and many thought that he had good intentions, especially for those that worked on a plantation that he took ownership of. He was the king of the plantation, and everyun, not really everyun, deferred to him when it came to the affairs of the plantation.Continue reading The plantation and the metamorphosis of BAT by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Not my President! by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Is he yours?
He is not my President, who wishes to rule a space of his own conjuring!
He is not my President, who has an army of Nigerians ready to subvert the rule of law!Continue reading Not my President! by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Good news, Nigeria? by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
(Nigeria’s general elections that stopped it all!)
From the pulpits across Nigeria, it’s good news. From the hinterlands to the dense streets of Lagos cities, majority of Nigerians seem upbeat about the coming elections, approaching it with cautious enthusiasm and are purveyors of the good news with a smile. Be reminded that the next elections are just few minutes away.
Good news, Nigeria? Only if the simple dreams of Nigerians, with basic expectations, can inch closer to becoming true. In darkness and with hunger, just a little hope is good news disguised.Continue reading Good news, Nigeria? by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
2023: The Year of Pocketing, Junketing and Confusion
2023 is a year that bodes differently for different people.
For some, it’s the subject of jokes, especially the undecided young Nigerians who seek to be voted as governors of either Ebonyi or Abia States, or Kaduna if the electorates would be so magnanimous.Continue reading 2023: The Year of Pocketing, Junketing and Confusion
Nigeria, and the gulf that drowns our voices
Once, more than a decade ago, I wrote about the tale of two nations that was Nigeria.
Suffice it to say one nation belongs to those who have eaten the national cake so much that their big bellies protrude into other people’s territories. This is not so much parable as indeed, their potbellies cause untold hardship to the underprivileged contemporaries.
The other nation belongs to those who suffer, victims who must shift in order to create space for the potbellies of those who eat big our national treasures. In-between the nations is a gulf that drowns the people’s voices, one group unable to hear what the others are saying. Yet , we believe we practise a democracy where our voices count and where the people, being true subjects of governance, decide their fate.Continue reading Nigeria, and the gulf that drowns our voices
One Nigerian, One Voice: The drive for self-determination by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
At the current state of things in Nigeria, no one should be left out in admitting the need for a drastic change. Indeed, the nation, more than ever, urgently needs a wide-reaching self-determination at the individual level.
According to the United Nations, “…a state is said to have the right of self-determination in the sense of having the right to choose freely its political, economic, social, and cultural systems”, and ”…the right to self-determination is defined as the right of a people to constitute itself in a state or otherwise freely determine the form of its association with an existing state.” Culled from Encyclopedia Britannica.
Continue reading One Nigerian, One Voice: The drive for self-determination by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
The latter clarification of what self-determination means indeed feeds the former, as the former cannot stand alone without inputs from the latter, which aligns well with Kendra Cherry’s thoughts on similar subject matter. Kendra writes, “self-determination is an important concept that refers to each person’s ability to make choices and manage their own life.”
WHILE SUDAN ASSAULTS by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
For the price of bread,
Down with the arrogance of power!
Atbara, lurked to the east of SudanContinue reading WHILE SUDAN ASSAULTS by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Labinnah’s Legend 2019
To this summit, unwieldy path.
Oh, yes! Long and tortuous…
Though smithing to its core,
Through those many years of arduous trek,
It was a journey to refine and revive!
And like the sheen on those faces,
Thousands of sepals passed and
Common house o’ commons 005
Mariam: It appears I am hovering over the threshold of life and death. But I do not want to die mama [Slurred speech]
Martha: No, you won’t. God forbid! My enemies will not succeed over me [Mariam nods and looks away].
But that stupid boy, my God will punish him. He shall suffer just like…
Mariam: No, mama. Don’t curse him.Continue reading Common house o’ commons 005
Common House o’ Commons 004
Old Soldier was reclining against the wall as he bit on the last chunk of flesh on the mostly bony portion of chicken he was served by Iya Roy. He washed it down with whatever was left in a cup of jedi that Deckor had left unfinished. “Cigar”, he managed to utter and Smith promptly took out a stick of creased Cigarette from his pocket, lit it and handed it over to Old Soldier.Continue reading Common House o’ Commons 004
Common house o’ commons 003
“But Azeez isn’t insignificant”, responded Smithereen to Deckor. “In fact”, he continued, “he is more than many people think he is.” Deckor signaled Iya Roy to give him one more bottle of her jedi, which was soon placed in the midst of two empty others. He was nodding at Smithereen’s talk while eyeing Iya Roy.Continue reading Common house o’ commons 003
Common house o’ commons 002
There has been an explosion. Everyone feared that it was terrorist attack as they had promised. But the doctors remarked that the terrorists were not so stupid as to isolate their targets, focus on only two or three targets or even make such targets as insignificant as Azeez and Old Soldier.
Dr. Rumps: What would be their gain? Nothing!Continue reading Common house o’ commons 002
Common house o’ commons
Few days ago, a boy who lived on the streets had arrived Iya Roy’s common house o’ commons bearing a piece of paper in his hands. In spite of his odd appearance, with tattered clothes and eyes bulging as if they were going to fall out, he was unnoticed. Iya Roy kept busy filling orders while her patrons ordered without a rhythm. Old Soldier, whose head has been bowed by the merciless hands of heavy drinking, lifted his head and was begging Smithereen (as Smith was called) to give him the remaining of the London he was smoking. He hurriedly inserted the butt in his mouth, dragged it and his eyes widened to notice the boy, leaning against their table, with the letter in his hand. Smithereen beat him to it, collected the letter and attempted to read it. It was written in Arabic or something entirely incomprehensible to those drinkards who tried to read the letter. It was important to understand its content, as apart from the words, there were images of guns and fire drawn around the words, which made understanding what it said more of an emergency. They passed it around, as if by chance it will fall in the hands of someone who understood the language. No one understood the contents.Continue reading Common house o’ commons
NSIP: WHEN THE COMMONER’S LIFE IS POLITICISED
In Badagry, a district of Lagos in South-West Nigeria sometime in 2016, a boy was accused of repeatedly robbing local residents and businesses and what brought the tyre out was when he was accused of stealing bread from a petty trader. He was “necklaced” with the tyre and burnt alive. For hustling to sate his perpetual hunger, his life lived in penury was cut short savagely on the streets by a mob oblivious of her own sufferings and sins thereof. The gap created by dysfunctional governments was filled by two wrongs, the boy who should be in school stealing and the mob who should focus Continue reading NSIP: WHEN THE COMMONER’S LIFE IS POLITICISED
Like Play, Like Joke: This state will change by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
This was originally published April, 2, 2016 on account of the reputation of Kemi Olunloyo, being categorised, by a contemporary, as unworthy to make the claims that she made. My worry at the time was, who reserves the right to box others into stereotypes? Please, enjoy…
“E go land…e go land…na em butterfly dey take enter bush” is a direct translation of an expression of dynamism. In this piece, it is the dynamic nature of all human relationships and activities and how they influence our choices that constitute our concern.
Just recently, like play…like joke…, a well-known bald-headed friend of mine and I digressed into a heated argument from a general discussion about a Nigerian woman – Kemi Omololu Olunloyo, who many perceive as having a mental challenge and who has recently gone public with the claim that a popular Nigerian Pastor, Daddy G. O. (as
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AN INROAD INTO RENOWN by Tope Omoniyi
(Only for the Cerebral)
A cacophony of ideologies, opinions…. We are a rare assortment of silently hopeful individuals, complacently hopeless ones and insolent specimens, just to mention a few, who occupy this noble space created almost six decades ago.
Invariably, the unity that lies in diversity tends to come into its Continue reading AN INROAD INTO RENOWN by Tope Omoniyi
[OPINION] abiku called Butiku
Is someone dead
That before now has died?
A nation on auto-cruise
Irrespective of shape, size
And colour of butt that occupies the driver seat
This ship is always on auto-cruise. Continue reading [OPINION] abiku called Butiku
“NIGERIA: WE ‘HATE’ THEE” by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
This was originally published December 3rd of 2014. I have decided to reblog it as its content is as much relevant today as it was then. Correct the typos mentally…. Read on…
My recent trip to Jos (J-town) of Nigeria was an eye-opener. I was hitherto, insignificantly, aware of the magnitude of what I did not know. And at the end of my stay in Jos, en route the humble source of mankind, Ile-Ife, I remembered the words of my loving grandfather, Moses Olaonipekun Akinyode, which he somewhat usually belched out after a protracted meditation, “Nigeria: we ‘hate’ thee”.
Jos is a country other than a city in a state within a country, with her own laws, people and (guess I’m wrong) weather. If anyone is in a hurry (and wouldn’t await my views) to deconstruct that claim, he or she should pay, even if a few days, visit to this lovely city (which I’m certain represents several others within Nigeria).
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A-TI-KU ati A-RE-MU
When two personalities, who have been throwing the juggernauts at each other with everything they got, decide to combine their forces, it may lead to not only the annihilation of the opposition but also of themselves. Especially when such personalities bear names that portends no good. Find below the letter written by A-RE-MU (Slicer of nose) to A-TI-KU (We are dead):
Like ever before, I am constrained to write this letter to you because at my age, I am struggling against senility. However, the situation in which my country has been Continue reading A-TI-KU ati A-RE-MU