Poet Mourid Barghouti’s prize-winning novel, I Saw Ramallah is a thought-provoking chronicle of displacement. In it, the author tells the story of his return to his birthplace of Dier Ghassanah, in Ramallah, Palestine, after a protracted exile of over thirty years.
I recently found myself in discussion about Nigeria with an acquaintance of my grandmother’s. A man only a few years older than my older brother. He was of the opinion that there was no hope for significant progress in Nigeria within his lifetime, and I was of the opposite standpoint…
About a month ago, I was sitting in the car when one of my favourite songs came on the radio and struck me differently. It is a song by Asa which you might be familiar with. She sings: There is fire on the mountain, And nobody seems to be on the run. Oh, there is […]
Bawo! Sanu! Kedu! Dear readers, I hope you can tell from the languages I am using to greet you, that I am back in my home country. Lest you wonder why I have been silent, I have spent the last couple of weeks settling in, and getting my things in order. In fact, that is […]
Last week, I wrote about fear. The idea behind the article, was to challenge us to face those fears we want to overcome. I even came up with an acronym – Feeling Extremely Anxious over Rubbish… But feeling anxiety itself, usually has good reason; wanting to be cautious about your next step is generally a good […]