Discussing Portable, Apostle Suleiman, Fufeyin and the Chosen (2), By Tunde Odesola

Apostle Suleiman continued with his imaginary testimony, claiming, “I now came (up) with a strategy. The strategy I came up (with) will close down the company; I was praying, (and) the Lord said, ‘Forgive’. Querying God, Suleiman asked, ‘Ehn, for what!?’ (The Lord responded), ‘Forgive’. Playing the victim card, Suleiman grieved loudly, “Three years! Do […]

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Discussing Portable, Apostle Suleiman, Fufeyin and the Chosen (1), By Tunde Odesola

Inhumanity was an unknown word in humanity until some white perverts, backed by racist European royals, sailed all the way from Europe to motherland Africa under the darkness of commerce and Christianisation, before drawing the guns of colonialism from under their cassocks to enslave Africa, despoil its minerals, loot its artefacts, condemn its culture and […]

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Bobrisky, Cubana Chief Priest and Indabosky Bahose, By Tunde Odesola

Abido Shaker! Life is a widening gyre where women fear cockroaches, cockroaches fear cocks, cocks fear men, and men fear women.  A few years ago, Chukwemeka Cyril Ohanaemere was an ordinary name in Nigeria until fakery kissed bombast and vainglory took materialism to bed, birthing ‘The Lion Himself’, ‘The War’. ‘The Fight’, ‘Dabus Kabash’, ‘The […]

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Wasiu Ayinde, Bobrisky and the Nigerian Army (2), By Tunde Odesola

In this day and age of social media, journalism, one of the few fearless professions, treats soft news with almost the same attention it treats hard news. According to the Reuters Institute for the Study of Journalism, hard news refers to stories that are usually timely, important and consequential, such as politics, international affairs and […]

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Wasiu Ayinde, Bobrisky and the Nigerian Army (1), By Tunde Odesola

Life is a peaceful war. It’s a funny dirge. Life is the mystery of the eyeball and the proverbial pointed stick the Yoruba call ‘igi ganganran’. Igi ganganran, the pointed stick, aims to rupture the pupil, but a blink and the eye is saved from eternal darkness by the eyelids. Life could be a close shave, […]

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Jimi Solanke, Wasiu Ayinde and the cartoon called Nigeria, By Tunde Odesola

Aníkúlápó is the man who bears death in a pouch, not Jimi Solanke. Solanke knew a braggadocious name couldn’t stop death. So, when death came calling, Solanke followed it without fear. But Solanke wasn’t afraid of death, he was afraid of life – this he told me many years ago at the backstage of the […]

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Travelling through Nigeria in Tinubu’s yacht, By Tunde Odesola

By the Rivers of Babylon, there I sat down; yeah, I wept, when I remember N-i-g-e-r-i-a. Verily, verily I say unto you, these words that I write, are words of redemption and wisdom. Therefore, I beseech you, brethren, to keep these words in your hearts, inscribe them in stones and scribble them on scrolls. I […]

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Oluwo and Sulu-Gambari scratching the nose with cobra head (2), By Tunde Odesola

It’s evening yet on Creation Day in Odò Obà, the Land of the prized Parrots, where the Lion complained about not having a crown to proclaim his kingship, and his creator gave him a golden mane. Later, he complained about his teeth and he got powerful jaws. He looked at his paws and bewailed, he […]

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Oluwo and Sulu-Gambari scratching the nose with cobra head (1), By Tunde Odesola

Before anything else, let’s do with some laughter because this is a sobering journey into time – a journey gathering hailstones, lightning and thunder – tools to be unleashed in the cases of royal injustice and intolerance in Iwo and Ilorin. A good laugh is a drink to wash down the two plates of stones-filled […]

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ENDSARS: Fresh stench from Sanwo-Olu’s mass grave (1), By Tunde Odesola

It is the saddest night of October 2020. Nobody spoke except the shovels in their hands, heaping sand on slain bodies, bones and blood in a shallow mass grave. Secretly, they buried a great number of unnamed, unfortunate citizens in the still of the night. One, two, three…20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, […]

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Ooni: The public displays of a king (II), By Tunde Odesola

Once upon a time, before money displaced Ifa in the Land of Oduduwa, decency was the crest on the Yoruba crown. This was before government’s filthy hands slowly opened the palace gate, grabbed the glittering crown and tore off the crest. So, the crown, crest-broken, tumbled into the mud, crestfallen. Étiquette is not strange to […]

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Yoruba rascals and Igbo idiots (I), By Tunde Odesola

Was. Is. Will. The spellbinding sight of the throne would blush King Solomon green with envy. With a grin, the elephant walked majestically towards the throne, swishing his tail as its tree-trunk legs embossed map-like footprints in the brown earth. He clambered up to the throne, turned around, made a throaty sound of satisfaction with […]

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