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You approach the high grounds around my homestead with stealthy finesse though you know I felt your aura soon as you breached the clear, moonlit vault. Your feet touch the pebbled ground with barely audible crunches; eagle-spread wings angling to partial folds. Then you close in on my turned back until you can see over my shoulder the lifeless stretch of Perdition Valley yonder. “Where is that famed cheerfulness about you today?” you finally ask in a mocking guttural rasp as you survey the flaming remains of the low-lying settlement. Far afield, amber hues still pulse where raging infernos swept through days before. “Have you come here to gloat?” “Why be sour? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Not even close. But you already know that. “Run along now, Michael. I’m certain your Master would be extremely displeased with your vain talks when you should be running His errands.” You laugh—a relaxed rejoinder brimful of victorious joy. “Speaking of errands, the Lord asks how well your cru

Last night, I relaxed my strict rituals of metal music and heavy boozing with the howling mob of horny meth-heads at The Lost Souls. We were all spotlit almost to the point of being washed out by the red haze of the bar’s lighting fixtures. I sat at the bartender’s, back to the barkeep, and stroked Loki’s little head while watching a horse-faced John Doe crash and burn under the impaling eyes of a heavily tattooed girl two tables away—opposites don’t really attract, yet, Billy Horseface McEverydayguy wasn’t taking the hint. Clean-shaven, formally dressed and looking like the next poor bastard that will get mugged, he struggled to keep the monolog as strong a monolog can get in a triple-threat match with angry music, wild headbangers and the lifeless stare from the apathetic death metal fan girl he spoke to. Judging by her disaffection, I guessed he was saying something about family business, his really big inheritance from late grand daddy’s estate, his girlfriendless life and how his

Local government as government at the grassroot level is supposed to touch everyday life of the people because it is nearer to us than federal or state government. There is no doubt that our local government have performed in varying degrees in some aspect. However, when expectations are compared with realities in Ajaokuta LGA, it is obvious that the balance sheet is a poor one. This is because while people's expectations from the local government are very high, the result have been unfortunately very low. I, therefore used this opportunity to advice both the current and potential administrators of our dear local government to devise low-cost but nonetheless effective methods of improving the revenue bases of our local government. Internally generated sources of revenue should not be discarded. They should explore the whole gamut of untapped sources of internal revenue in our domain. For the fact that we have shops along Adogo - Secretariat road, thus I suggest the local governm

The current crops of “cyberlists” have intermittently portrayed themselves as folks who are alien to decorum and responsibility. They hide under the toga of criticism and run amok with every unimaginable piece of lie under the earth, crossing every line of decency and honesty. Painfully, this very concept and definition of criticism utterly elude them. It is obvious that, a society where a line is not drawn between value and vices is at the precipice of lawlessness, but alas greater is the number of folks who seem to mesmerize in the pools of social vices and any attempt to purge the menace is greeted with a shout of blue murder! There is definitely no wrong in exercising every human right conceived by the Constitution, not limited to the freedom of speech and expression only but no provision in the Constitution to make oneself a law unto himself /herself. This is where the self –styled critics lose the point, turning themselves into cyber rogues, tempting the law. It is trite to s

Ajaokuta local government is one of the most blessed local government among the 774 local government in Nigeria. It is blessed with enormous natural resources including the notable iron and steel company. Despite all these blessing or free gifts from God, Ajaokuta local government is also among the poorest local government in Nigeria and this can be attributed to the following reasons. Firstly, the abandonment of Ajaokuta iron and steel company. The company was established and commissioned by Alhaji Shahu Shagari's administration in 1983, and it was abandoned by the subsequent government. The Ajaokuta iron and steel company would have been a major source of income to the local government and the country at large. It would have generated a lot of employment opportunities which could have reduced the level of unemployment to zero level and again it would have facilitates rapid development and enhances the standard of living of the people of Ajaokuta local government area. Although,

Creation: The scriptural narratives of how man was created (carved with mud and life was breath into him) is easily relatable because the human brain can relate the story to a sculptor who used the medium of mud to create a human sculptor and with the powers, he blew into it life and praaaa! a man is made. The stories are not the same for the woman. The popular one has it that she's made out of a man's rib. That requires some degree of faith to take in. A lot of people around our human world hold strongly to this angle. This has it's implications on how women are perceived by men. A tale too common and ugly to repeat. Reality; What is obvious to the eyes is that both men and women are unique in their physical attributes. These uniqueness are complimentary and not basis for judging superiority or inferiority. Our world is replete with evidences that prove that both men and women are capable of just about anything. The potential for good or bad could be found across the

You either have everything working for you or you've never gone out there to get anything done, else you won't marvel at why religion is huge business in Nigeria. Here everything depends on God. You want to make that urgent bank transfer? You pray for your bank to have "network", else.... You're rushing someone to the emergency of any hospital in Nigeria? You pray for the needed drugs, machines and personnel to be available, functioning, else... You are coming back from work, tired and need that weekend rest? You'll have to pray for NEPA, the traffic warden, your neighborhood church (or it will be in session blaring noise into your bedroom) and the Jumaat prayers of course, else the road might still be blocked by bowing folks. If you are not prayerful enough, the day you will need to make that life and death phone call will be the day all the network service providers will be "having challenges" and frustrate your already twisted hustle. Who do

December 11th, 2016 was the Worldwide Candle Lighting Day. Everywhere around the globe, at 7 PM local time people lit candles to remember their lost loved ones. The idea is to portray that even though people may have died and no longer exist in this world, their memories and legacies will endure. This brings the following questions to mind; What will you be remembered for when you are gone? Will your so-called loved ones even light a candle for No doubt, this world we live in is a very dangerous and wicked one. We have to always ensure that when we leave, we should not be remembered for how many people we could have helped but never did, how many hearts we have broken, how many eyes cried because of our actions and inaction or how many relationships we have severed. We should be remembered for the countless times we have helped people realized their true purpose and potentials in life. We should strive to impact our world positively so that when we leave, people will have a reaso

If we continue to live this way this generation of Nigerians will continue to leave everything to prayers and God. Our ancestors will take care of it or our God is always merciful he will take of it. No wonder we cannot hold our leaders accountable rather we leave them for God. I was shocked when I turned back to realize that the whole of the class I was teaching was rushing out of the classroom through all exits, at first I didn’t know what to think until “sorry corper, they didn’t had their prayers this morning” I turned to find the compound master behind me. I couldn’t utter a word as I was still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. How did we get here? What is our priority as a people? Quality education or Prayers? Why on earth would one chase students out of their classes where they are receiving lessons for prayers? Because prayers are more important than why we are here in the first place? This is what we have become-passive beings who doesn’t believe that the