THE SOCIAL INTROSPECT

As bells jingle Many calls from campaigners Telling us the saviour has come, and one has arisen to complete His mission His mission! What mission? I question To steal, kill and destroy or to save us! You want our money or our prosperity? Education is lagging behind friends and fair masters mate Mr. fantani allocates a billion Nigerian Naira for his candidature Borrows more from friends and associates and gets billion more as a gift to run the race. You want our money or our prosperity? On the altar of promises and the podium of graceful intentions driven by power You read out browsed and drafted lies to the people You say in your mind; hail me gerian fools! For I need regain my gifting Better; Now I see why you kidnapped education and jail infrastructural development For the renewed mind of the populace will bring light to men imposed darkness You will never mind if u can “A” pprehend and “SUU” the union to cripple the Great Li...

By divine orchestration; the Super-being placed their feet upon the Soils of the Negroid Savannah The land of the Rising Sun Black tough skin perfectly made to confront the harsh sunbeam Some brown, some deep; Shinning by the slightest soft cleansing and tendering Later this community of men encountered a group with the white skin By virtue of fate; a lot of things changed Black men became caged; Not only physically but mentally The craving for a mirror and a couple of jeans; Made men lose the sense of their originality To be modern; they say be white, to be the best; be light Perception told and bought without confirmation Without balancing on the mat for a second thought Without consideration that we had a place we were coming from We the children of valour, of the land of the rising sun For the cooked and garnished Europeanism Our folks embark upon the journey across the Mediterranean Sea A deadly voyage; the journey to see lands of...

It came as sudden as lightning, The Quietus of her wellspring.   Friends and acquaintances kept their promises spayed. Leaving her alone to contend with life. Now homeless and unchaperoned, She's left to wander through the denseness of life. The coolness of the night which brings rest to tired souls, Only reminds her of her defenselessness. And the crow of the cock which heralds the ingress of a new dawn, Instils fear in her heart For she knows not what the day holds. No matter how she tries to make ends meet, They keep getting shorter. She grubs for a life of her own, The more she pushes, the more life pushes back. Nowhere else to turn She is on an island of hopelessness Surrounded by a sea of struggle. Not willing to remain on the island, She gets into her little boat; her dream. As she stirs on with her little paddle; her hope. These words keep her afloat : That behind every thick cloud, there is always a silver linen and Beauty is yet ahe...

Emerging from years of been battered in the Hands of political mismanagement and its immoral births of infrastructural deficits, debts accrual, insurgencies, and various monsters emerging from the depth of Human misconduct. Nigerians have endured decades of slavery not in the Hands of foreigners’ post-independence era, but in the Hands of their own Rulers. Flogged with the whips of corruption, held bond by recessions, the Masses has suffered and continue to toil; baking the National cake that some minute elites have Greedily gulped down their oesophagus from generation to generation. These pharaohs are startled at our geometric increase, yet they roll their tongue around their lips; for they see an Army of Laborers ready to be manipulated to achieve disdainful end increase. We have been sojourners in our own Land; like one held captive in the Land adjacent the Nile, deprived of decent living; grappling with poor education, poor healthcare, poor security, and poor ...

SAVING NIGERIA’S EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM FROM A PITFALL BY ABISOLA AKINOLA Prior to this era, the educational institution was momentous and teachers were much revered. In fact, education was so valuable that even a primary six graduate could secure a job. Then, parents would encourage their children to be educated in order not to end up like them. They saw education as the best patrimony they could give their children. The society's present underestimation of educational achievements in this present day is not deliberate. There are several reasons attached to this: The educational structure and its achievement in Nigeria is deficient, it is not what it used to be. The world has moved on beyond the educational system practised here. It has come to the point that a graduate might not get a good job because what he/she is being taught in schools now is different from what is being practised in both the corporate and business world alike. Another i...

From time immemorial, the pace of development and human progress has most often been intercepted or slowed down by cunning and greedy men; men with hyper insatiable appetites; the power huggers, sellers of their nation for a bag of silver. from the Senate to our representatives to past  head of state and government, and presidents in our 21 st  century democratic eras; are men who the populace elected and those who selected and manipulated their  way through to the cabin of power; to sit amongst the officials deciding the affairs and destiny of our dear nation; unfortunately they have consistently mis -navigated the moral, economic, political, socio-religious and educational compasses of this nation to an island where they have held hostage and continuously loot the cargo of our destiny; concomitantly siphoning the passengers; on our route to nowhere yet. Ooh kinsmen of Judas; men in agbadas, saris, Durban ties and robes; taking their seats amongst the noble; c...

It’s a new dawn Shouts and marching; drives towards the converging point Keys into the padlocks; opening doors yet filled with dust Opportunities are beaming; there is a lot of noise Wears are landing on tables, merchandise hanging with pebbles Eyes are running, surveying; those of Genuity alongside those filled with obscurity The owner and what he owns; madam shines her eyes on her items of gold Profit’s the name of the game; the players are giving themselves some close marking Parents with their kids in the marketplace The children are running within the market space Nneka and Gbola; in close bond, with secrecy, dishing out the latest rounds under a market shade Alfa and the prophet in a hot tussle of putting their truth in the people’s face At noon Crawling, walking, running, jumping; as the tempo may seem Mama t and aunty b; selling the same wears; exchange some couple of twinkle eyes, as buyers draw near It’s a tussle and jostle story fo...