It’s a new year, a fresh start for most of us, new year resolutions; acquiring new friends; disposing of useless ones; seeking new jobs, husbands, wives; thinking of new and more radical ways to kill those you hate (yes, some people out there are unerringly like that); all in all, it’s a new year, new this, new that, but same old routine…
I can’t let go the suffering, the pain I felt when I saw the video of the Akwa Ibom ‘witch’ children, the suffering of people in the midst of plenty, the total poverty that pervades the lives of the majority of men and women in Nigeria…
You read on Sahara Reporters that Yar’Adua makes 8 cents per barrel of oil lifted from Nigeria (can’t tell you if it’s true or not); that “Dr” Andy Uba flew into Luton Airport in Bedfordshire on his private jet and with E135,000 (Euro) in cash last December 24 (I can tell you it is true).
The cash was seized and his visa revoked – I bet that hardly makes a dent in his ‘reserve’. The question about how a former special adviser managed to acquire a private Gulf Stream IV jet plane, I leave for the more logical minded to answer…
And then you see a man under the blazing sun, such as in the picture below which I took while driving on Itire Road, Surulere last November, who has totally given up (no, he’s neither mad nor dead) and you wonder if our leaders see the same things I see…
PS My Camera date was set wrongly.
