Dear Hannibal,
It is sad that you should be exposed to ludicrous acts and outbursts of people, who having forgotten that “nemo dat quod non habet” (no one gives what he doesn’t have), launch their assaults upon unsuspecting citizens, themselves ignorant of the havoc they wreak on their constituencies and the nation by implementing, as leaders, policies and intervening, at times of usually unexpected crises, out of an overwhelming ignorance that they have gotten used to wearing like a crown. Meningitis and God? That is more reasonable than when leaders elected to pragmatically solve national problems turn around to tell their electorates that recession is the wages of sin. Or, wait for it, that the lack of funds in government coffers is an experience of God’s wrath on the people. One thing is certain and that is they have not forgotten that the disappeared funds are in their personal possession. But at least, they have succeeded in creating a god of their chosen or convenient acts for their god that they believe will serve as sellable excuse for perpetuating their atrocities. Can one still say, “God is watching?” Continue reading LETTER FROM THE SON OF MAN vol. 6 by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi →
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 for dialectical discourse on our continued existence as humans and as citizens of a highly soldiered sovereign alliance.
Continue reading LETTER TO THE SON OF MAN Vol.4 by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal →
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 sought justice before the court.
Again, and in response to your well-articulated exposé on the mob-action against the wellbeing of justice in our dear country, I reiterate the words of Holmes, “This is a court of law, young man, not a Court of Justice”. Continue reading LETTER FROM THE SON OF MAN. Vol3 by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi →
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 wielder, rather than the blind lady with an impartial sword, ready to give it to anyone, irrespective of status, class or creed, according to the measurements of the scales in her hand. My conscience actually bleeds because I belong to a nation that has lost its soul. The irredeemable path taken by us as a nation had revealed our recidivism and only a soulful diagnosis and conscientious surgery of the root cause can redirect us from this annihilating path that leads to nothing but perdition. Continue reading LETTER TO THE SON OF MAN. Vol3 by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal →
(Editorial note: This was received about a week ago.)
My dear people, I must start by congratulating us for the consolidation of democracy. Two weeks ago we had both Gubernatorial and House of Assembly elections. Even though there were pockets of skirmishes, I can submit that we are all determined to make this system work and with time the imbroglio will be dealt with, then our nation will be one of the exemplified democracies in the world.
I could not write my column last week because I was busy coordinating my son’s first birthday. As I moved around town during that period, a thought kept coming to mind: If posters could cry, we all would be flapping our arms and feet through the pool of tears that our nation space would be submerged in. Also if posters could laugh we all would be running with a finger in each ear in a bid to block out the maddening Continue reading #PAUSIBILITY: WE ARE AFRICANS! by Adebayo Coker →
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