I have always been afraid that when I die, my village graphic designer would paste an old picture of mine on his ubiquitous template of an obituary flyer and declare, "Exit of an Icon." During my visit last month, I found many flyers of those icons who have recently passed on trees and walls around my village. I have often wondered if these icons knew they were icons while they were alive. I doubt it.
When people say Nigeria is a captured state, they mean that a truck carrying a 40-foot-long container without any harness tying it down on the truck is coming your way.
Since I wasn't made a minister of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, despite winning (apologies Senator Elisha Abbo) all security checks by every security agency in Nigeria since I was in primary three, I might as well say "serving power a la carte" the way I feel without fear of any spiritual attack from a |