I had a dream last night that I had died while dreaming. My dream began by wooing me into a medium unlimited by the problems of physical travel to a place twice better than real life. The location, a well-lit cave. How far above or below sea level I could not tell. I was certain gravity, air pressure, and the fresh air were identical to what I had always known. Away from an opening cum door was a natural pool with a rim of smooth boulders of fifteen metres in diameter and white sandy ground twice that size surrounding it. Read More “A Death In A Dream”
“Those who have come to know and trust death embrace it with love. It is the very foundation of freedom. Oppressors love no one, not their wives, not their children, not their friends. How can such a person love death? Behind the empty shell of the oppressor, he fears all the real tests of his worth that are imminent.” – Guynes Read More “Oppression as a Test: A metaphor for the Nigerian Youth”
Namadi Sambo is yet another victim of Wole Soyinka’s and the Pyrates Confraternity’s mischief. As an ambitious and bright student, in 1974 Sambo as an architecture undergraduate at Ahmadu Bello University (Nigeria) chose to join the Pyrates Confraternity. Namadi Sambo later became Governor of Kaduna State and subsequently the 13th Vice President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. We must understand that Islamic Northern Nigerians, particularly of the Hausa-Fulani stock rarely ever join University Campus Grown Fraternities (UCGF) since their ethos goes against the everyday sensibilities of Islam. Sambo’s (and others) interest as a Hausa-Fulani to join the Pyrates Confraternity seemed like a breakthrough in expanding the network of membership among Northerners. Nigeria is lucky today to have him alive considering the consequences of his initiation into the Pyrates Confraternity.
Ayo Odebisi a.k.a. Paramole (1956-2017) was one of the three persons [cum mentors] who never stopped loving me as the human being I am. He loved me despite my apparent unusual and often disconcerting approach to life, perhaps because he was a far more unusual fellow with an even more disconcerting approach to life. Death has changed this dynamic, taking me unawares.
The end of the era of the leaders who are bad brothers need not be obscure, it must never be. The final evidence of poor but manipulative leadership that has enduringly ruled over others for a long time by way of deception, arrogance, intimidation, force, mystery and fear is the unmanageable chaos it produces within the boundaries of its control.
Whenever Fifties and Rong met up, it always turned out to be a promising event for ethanol use. Bottles of whiskey evaporated without a trace, but the water contents of bottles of beer were traceable to the sewers found in any town they met up, courtesy of their tipples. However, both guys were in denial of the edification they got drinking together. They never met up for trivial or leisure purposes, but ended up using alcohol creatively under the precept of the ‘rule of one’ in both rational and self-deceiving ways.
The ‘rule of one’ had started at their very first drinking meeting five years ago in a bar in St Albans. Rong had suggested they have ‘one’ drink each, one-one. It was one can of Heineken export (0.5 litres) each, a lovely drink that evening. As the time rolled on, both men sought ways to defy the rule of one, one-one. The attempt to use the maths square and cube of one failed; the result was one. Read More “The Logic of One”