As billionaire,Bola Shagaya prepares for the wedding of her son, Seun Bakare to Kiki Osibanjo, daughter of Nigeria’s Vice President, Professor Yemi Osibajo,there seems to be no respite in sight as she battle EFCC over N1.9 Billion found in her account. The money according to Economic and Financial Crimes commission was part proceeds of a […]
Oando PLC Managing Director, Wale Tinubu broke down in tears as he pays glowing tribute to his late brother,Deji who passed on while playing football recently.Family members and well-wishers continue to mourn Deji with heart-warming tributes on social media and on tribute site www.ripdejitinubu.com Wale Tinubu,joined by other notable Nigerians like Ibikunle Amosun, Governor of Ogun […]
Sarah Forbes Bonetta was originally born ‘Aina’ in 1843 to Egbado parents of the Yoruba ethnic group. Her father was the high chief of Oke-Odan, an Egbado village in western Nigeria, till he was killed in 1848 when King Gezo of Dahomey , one of the notorious slave raiders in the 19th century , raided […]
When history takes a census of men and women who have made impact and affected the society, what should indeed count, apart from social, economic development and values on the national scale, is critically the stepdown on how specific individual lives and organisations have been positively touched. A public opinion analyst, Emefu Ibeayoka, writing from […]
A BOY, about 12 approached my car as I stopped at a traffic light in Abuja. It was difficult to guess when last he might have had a bath. His bushy hair might not have felt the touch of a comb in a long while. When I looked more closely at him as he asked for alms, he was a beauty; like gold in a mud. I asked him his name. “Abdullahi.” His surname? “Abinchi.” That means food in Hausa. So I explained what I was enquiring. He replied: “Abinchi.” He was not smiling, so it wasn’t a joke. But I was convinced that could not be his surname. It might simply mean the reality he faces; hunger.
A BOY, about 12 approached my car as I stopped at a traffic light in Abuja. It was difficult to guess when last he might have had a bath. His bushy hair might not have felt the touch of a comb in a long while. When I looked more closely at him as he asked for alms, he was a beauty; like gold in a mud. I asked him his name. “Abdullahi.” His surname? “Abinchi.” That means food in Hausa. So I explained what I was enquiring. He replied: “Abinchi.” He was not smiling, so it wasn’t a joke. But I was convinced that could not be his surname. It might simply mean the reality he faces; hunger.