The simple answer to the above question is that there is no tribe anywhere in Nigeria. In reality, there are instead communities, ethnic groups and nationalities making up the country. Yet in official documents and public discussions ethnic groups comprising tens of millions of people are incorrectly referred to as “tribes.” Hence, from the professor to the senator and from the pundit to the roadside mechanic, comes the conclusion that the problem of Nigeria is “tribalism.” When you make a statement at the police station, you have to indicate your “tribe” on the paper. A line in the Nigeria’s former…

President Muhammadu Buhari is hypocrisy personified in very vivid colours. The irony of the cosmic distance between his words and deeds seems to be always lost on him. He and his shrinking army of core supporters think that he shouldn’t, and cannot, be judged by his words and what he does or fails to do as president and commander-in-chief. He’s the imperial majesty who’s beyond any reproach from his ungrateful subjects. That’s why he considers it condescending for him to address the people even during their moments of extreme distress. Enter the two resident Goebellian megaphones of Aso Rock, Femi…

Verse 1: Goodbye Oodua nation's rose/May you ever grow in our hearts/You were the grace that placed itself/Where lives were torn apart/You called out to our country/And you whispered to those in pain/Now you belong to heaven/And the stars spell out your name Chorus: And it seems to me you lived your life/Like a candle in the wind/Never fading with the sunset/When the rain set in/And your footsteps will always fall here/Along Oodua nation's greenest hills/Your candle's burned out long before/Your legend ever will Verse 2: Loveliness we've lost/These empty days without your activism/This torch, we'll always carry/For Oodua nation's…

Anyone who has watched Bola Tinubu closely and dispassionately can’t help but notice that the man is not well. He is a walking psychedelic calamity. His endless verbal miscues and nonverbal cues constantly conspire to construct the profile of a man who is battling a troubling internal turmoil, who is held hostage by disablingly malefic inner demons. He appears to revel in his own self-created alternate universe that is always lightyears away from ours. When he speaks and walks, he strikes the observer as a man in a daze, in a cripplingly drunken or narcotic stupor. He slurs his words,…