Taming the Unbridled Four Horsemen: Ebora of Owu and the African Renaissance, By Toyin Falola 9 min read
Through his catalogue of experiences in the service of Nigeria and the African continent, Obasanjo has shaped and earned for himself a poetic license like none other, in a way that transcends the African regional polity to the global. With this license, his assessment in the service of the country, Nigeria, is often overlooked by many vibrant minds each time he wields his big ink-stick on the evolving polity.
It was the nineteenth-century German philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche, who described poets as shameless with their experiences, as they adopt and exploit these experiences in the beautiful light of lines that turn them into aesthetics. Although not a poet in the conventional or literary sense of the term, His Excellency, Chief Olusegun Aremu Okikiola Matthew Obasanjo, leads his world like one. As he would always say, “I am an epitome of Grace.” Baba Iy
As the results of the American presidential election rolled in on November 4, a young Sudanese couple sat up through the night in their small town south of Khartoum, eyes glued to the television as state tallies were declared, watching anxiously. They had a lot riding on the outcome.
A year earlier, Monzir Hashim had won the state department’s annual lottery to obtain a green card for the US only to learn that President Donald Trump, in his latest iteration of the “Muslim ban”, had barred Sudanese citizens from immigrating to the US.
The election seemed to offer a second chance, and when Trump was eventually declared to have lost the vote, Hashim and his wife, Alaa Jamal, hugged with joy and erupted in wedding-style ululations.
Barred From U.S. Under Trump, Muslims Exult in Bidenâs Open Door
Few foreigners welcomed President Bidenâs election victory as enthusiastically as the tens of thousands of Muslims who have been locked out of the United States for the past four years.
A protest in New York in 2017 in opposition to President Donald J. Trumpâs executive order preventing people from several majority Muslim countries from entering the country.Credit.Victor J. Blue for The New York Times
Jan. 23, 2021
NAIROBI, Kenya â As the results of the American presidential election rolled in on Nov. 4, a young Sudanese couple sat up through the night in their small town south of Khartoum, eyes glued to the television as state tallies were declared, watching anxiously. They had a lot riding on the outcome.
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Getting the best shawarma experience has proven itself to be a game of luck. You can get a good one today and taste the worst thing tomorrow. The stories of these people who responded to my call for terrible shawarma stories prove it.
The first answer came from a Nigerian studying in the abroad.
Bola.
I school in the U.K. and this particular summer, I didn’t go home. So while everyone else was doing Vida la Nigeria and I was seeing suya, shawarma, and all the other goodies, I could not relate. Where I lived was a student area and had lots of restaurants and food places, so my friend suggested a shawarma place. It was Middle Eastern, the true owners of shawarma, it couldn’t be bad, abi? I was so wrong. I carried my daddy and mummy’s money and bought U.K.-based shawarma and I was plunged into distress. It was bland, the bread was dry and the insides didn’t help matters. The chicken wasn’t seasoned, the sauce was almost nonexistent and the cabbage was jus