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JUST IN LAGOS

Just wake all mornings with great despair Just give it an air of courage but it blushes I flash it with lights of hope but it darkens Give it a cheer but it slumps Ahead, the day looks like a burden But I usually stand to bear it With anxiety I walk towards it With a long wait the days start Continues with fears it does With compulsive feelings I demand of the day Give me your goals! I set out once it declares At the field are faces so horrible Behind these faces lay the goals Can they ever be approached? As the days shut up Did the goals come home behind me? A question for the gods Homewards the ways dread even hell What home has, I can’t tell My bed gives no time thinking day’s passed Beating me cold as aided by the day It hands me to another world A world where my requests are honored A world where my ambitions are reached A world where my thoughts are hallowed Where I never sought but only found Alas! Something smac...

IN THE SPECTRUM OF AFRICAN LEADERSHIP: NIGERIA

Preamble Our quest will trail the three faces of time. Yes! You might wonder how time has come about having faces. Many people will question if time has eventually become so human as to have face or even faces. This amounts to the question of the meaning of the statement which attributes face to time. Do not think too far for things that find themselves very simple. It probably might be the cause of my upbringing. As a growing little child, my mother told me that time has different faces. I grew up with that in mind till a time when I could think as you must be doing at the moment; what face has time got? During the days when I was not born many events took place. Sure! I have no doubt that I have no consciousness to associate with such happenings. But one day, stories and histories will bring them to my knowledge as a piece of such. It is eventually going to form a part of my epistemic wealth. Thinking about this, I also remember that I used to read and sing the lines of stor...

AFRICAN IDENTITY: A THOUGHT IN BRIEF

INTRODUCTION There was a young boy called Ebube. He was dark in complexion, slim in posture, average in height and had somewhat appearance that can easily qualify him in several assessments as being a handsome gentle man. Ebube has a twin brother Emeka who looks just almost exactly as himself. For their unifying look, they have been classified as identical twins. While they were young, they were separated by growth and circumstances of life. Emeka was taken to a far away country where he went to learn the art of science. Ebube went to an institution in one of the cities in their home country to undertake the art of reasoning. Both of them grew just as they were; looking just the same. On one occasion, Ebube after many years of becoming an authority in his profession was invited teach a group of persons in a part of the world far from where Emeka has always been during and after his learning. In that gathering was a man known as Mr. Bruce and a lady Ms. Monica who were school mates ...