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Thoughts on Nigerian Education. When we were in Primary School, we were taught that the 'O' in "BODMAS" represented "of". We were also taught not to say "sorry" to someone who had just lost a loved one - "hard luck" was a more appropriate term - the reason being you shouldn't say sorry if you didn't kill deceased. Over time however, I have learned that the 'O' in Bodmas means "orders" and it's okay to say sorry to the bereaved. Unfortunately, about a decade and a half after I left Primary school, pupils are still being taught to use "hard luck" rather uneccesarily, and that the 'O' in BODMAS means 'of'. The teachers in today's primary school (many of them who were in primary school same time as I) are making the same mistakes their own teachers made. And this is not limited to Mathematics and English language education. In this day and age, one will still find teachers that a

Being liked is not the same thing as being useful. Take this for-instance. Two men go to the village for Christmas with N200k. One spends the money buying bottles and calabashes of alcohol for random strangers, and 'dropping' for any and every A'nimo that 'taxes' him... Maybe throws a party here and there. The next man walks into the community secondary school and donates 200k worth of books to the school Library. Note:BOTH MEN THINK THEY HAVE DONE SOMETHING FOR THEIR PEOPLE. Word of the first man's 'philanthropy' reverberates through the village like thunder claps on a wildly stormy August  morning... but each bottle of alcohol he buys is only as useful as a few hours of pseudo-merry, and urine the morning after. Noone hears of the second man, and those that do probably think "Na book we go chop?" ...but somewhere in that library is a boy who will grow up to be an artist, or doctor, or engineer, or astronaut; a girl who will grow up to b

The current leaders of Europe are the orchestrators of all its aching. For instance, Angela welcomed with wide arms, over 1million refuges from the Middle East. My very limited knowledge of world politics and countless evenings of perusing conspiracy theories have led me to conclude that this very controversial decision was led by one of two reasons – a vampiric lust for cheap labour which is innate in all capitalists or a grandiose sense of humanity powered by the desire to portray Germany as a leader in all and every respect. Well, I don’t need a soothsayer to tell me that she, alongside other European leaders who followed her lead are in shad’in (euphemism for “ deep shit ”). We're so unfortunate to have lived through the terror of the Paris attacks, the Brusells attacks (twice) and the uncertainty and tension that have now covered Europe like a cloud. I understand that one may wonder if there is in fact any evidence which proves these attacks were made possible by the

The ruins of Dystopia haunt me! My nightmares are but visions, of streets paved with the craniums and femurs of heroes and villains, laid side-by-side, And rivers that overflow, with a cocktail of blood and mud. The ruins of Dystopia taunt me! The deafening silence, The occasional screams of pain and anguish that pierce the silent air, The smoke that rises from the inferno. All mockery of the faith I once had in humanity! The ruins of Dystopia want me... ...to tell you of these visions, the surreal sights and sounds, the thick smell of spent gunpowder, and the heavy taste of metal. To tell you how just a little love and kindness, will keep this a nightmare that never becomes reality.

I am confusion I reside in the mind of the 12yo muslim kid who was meters away from the mosque when it blew up wondering if his Qu'ran contains the same text as the blood-thirsty terrorists' I am courage I have built an abode in the mind of the 27 year Iraqi Christian who has has picked up arms, helping the government to keep what remains of his motherland I am fear I am the loud whisper in the head of the Mozambican as he pauses and glances one last time at what used to be home escaping xenophobia, fearing that his 'brother' might be his executioner. I am crazy I am the world bearing all the chaos and uncertainty the burden threatens to break me. I am hope I have overcome common sense I envision a world without warring sects each killing in the name of the almighty a world where we won't be looking for useless excuses to kill each other.

Nigeria needs to learn that borrowing is not the way out... LGs are borrowing, states are borrowing, FG is borrowing… Borrowing from commercial banks, borrowing from Paris club, borrowing from the World Bank, borrowing everywhere. Borrowing to build roads, borrowing to drill boreholes, borrowing to build schools, borrowing to steal. Unfortunately, this yeye habit is going to be here for a while. I remember when Simon Bako Lalong ​criticized the immediate past administration for the debt it accumulated. I had to admit that he had a point. “Finally the elephant in the room flees!” I thought. Here was someone one who was willing to talk hard on all this borrowing. Fast forward a few weeks… the story had changed. Shortly after being elected, Lalong mentioned that he was willing to pay salaries even before being sworn in, provided the banks will offer him loans. I was confused, I didn’t know if to join the civil servants in celebrating the end of their plight [after all, the en