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Armed Words: Totalitarianism of Igbo Marginalization (A letter from Adaigbo to Wole Balogun)

I have delayed this article for two reasons. One- that I may come off as ill-mannered and tribalistic. Two- I may lose the little viewership that keeps me going. As matter of the former, people tend to feel a certain sense of entitlement when I write, most of whom I probably don’t even know- anonymous blog commenters. I want to assert that before being Nigerian, I am an Igbo girl, fast turning into a woman. And, if being defensive of Ndigbo (my people) makes me racist, tribalistic or bigoted, I wear that label with pride. I wrote this as a reply to an article published at the back page of Sun Newspapers on 20th October, 2018 titled Atiku/Obi ticket: S’West Igbo leader to Ndigbo: Don’t put all your eggs in one basket by Wole Balogun . In Balogun’s article, he ascertains that Ndigbo are politically unintelligent, outright unsmart by putting all their eggs in one basket. The “basket” of whom I suppose should be Alhaji Atiku Abubakar. This article is favored of neither APC nor PDP. ...

Why Ayo should be Miss Apex Nigeria

Ayomide Comfort Agboola is a native of Ekiti state in Nigeria. She’s a 19-year-old student of Agro-Economics in University of Abuja, Nigeria. I met Ayo in high school. To say, “I know Ayo” wouldn’t be an absolutely correct statement. I have known Ayo. I met her in SS2. For all I know, Ayo is dependable. Ayo is someone who’d be there for me rather than be elsewhere. Most recently was in August 2018, when I had so much alcohol at a friend’s place, I couldn’t exactly tell which house was mine and which wasn’t. Distance may be a barrier as they say, but never for Ayo, she was there the whole while on phone, all that was vital to her was my safety. She never left me for a second, showing up at my door very early the following morning and pleading with my parents to forgive me, almost taking the blame. I don’t know how she did it, that issue was forgotten at instant and never of spoken again. I prefer to call Ayo, a “low-maintenance friend” a friend that lets me be myself at ...