Obasanjo 3 Soyinka 0

Obasanjo 3 Soyinka 0

The bickering between Nobel Laureate Wole Soyinka and ex-President Gen Olusegun Obasanjo (Rtd) continues. Sometimes simmering, sometimes crackling, it will never cease. There is no love lost between the two men. Obasanjo is the hedgehog and Soyinka is the fox if one uses Isaiah Berlin’s understanding of great characters. However, the bickering in question is over the contents of the memoir “My Watch” by Obasanjo, which has seen Soyinka caught out with a hat trick; Obasanjo 3 Soyinka 0!

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One-Time Train Encounter

One-Time Train Encounter

Victoria Station has always been an underrated masterpiece of London. Imagine London without it; I won’t. The sun was glaring outside the station that morning, but not giving London any sensible warmth. The warmth was to come later, possibly with love. Albanny Korrow, like most other males on the train platform, was wearing bi-thermal attire, which could be practical in both mild summer and mild winter weather. Albanny Korrow, a dark-skinned man, was wearing his most predictable outfit; suede wallabies; brown corduroy trousers, shirt, and jacket, but of different shades of each other. Even his satchel-bag and suitcase were brown. As he was about to embark on the train at Victoria station, one of the many ladies around had in an instant bewitched him without his seeing her face. (more…)

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The Near Death Experience of a Petite Man

The Near Death Experience of a Petite Man

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Tomos was a petite man in his 40s and could easily pass for a young teenager sometimes. His physical size, clothing size, and facial neoteny made sure of that. He dressed smartly in formal attire always. Perhaps, it was a ploy to look much older than his boyish appearance. Tomos was on his way to revel with friends at a housewarming party in Walworth, South East London. Walking for nearly two hours nonstop and tired, should suggest his effort to reach the party.

Though dressed like a toff, with an elegant black suit, shiny shoes, a gold-red cravat, and sporting a clean haircut, he could not afford transport fares. His masked intention of attending the party was pridictably ‘financial edification.’ Some define it as seeking loans he would never pay back and cash gifts. Tomos as he was, had mastered the art of person-to-person persuasion of a mercenary kind. But he was no street hustler. He associated with professional and intellectual types who were too embarrassed to rebuff him. Kpeuna, the party’s host, was a generous and sometimes extravagant guy. It was going to be a grand night for him. (more…)

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