THE GREEDY FOOTBALL CLUB OWNERS & THEIR PHONY MEA CULPA
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This is how it sounds when a thief is caught with both his hands deep in the cookie jar and the hot wrath of justice is about to fall on the knucklehead. It is pitiful, cynical, and phony.
By Akin Ojumu It pains me deeply to write this. To even contemplate the possibility of this happening causes me great grief. There’s no joy to be found in death, especially not when it is someone you know that died. And I'm sick and tired of having to do this. Femi Abegunde, the Deputy Chairman of Deloitte, West Africa, died of COVID-19 in the early hours of Monday, August 30, 2021, in the United Kingdom. Femi was in the UK for his routine medical checkup when he contracted COVID. Shortly after getting infected, his condition deteriorated; he quickly developed respiratory distress and was admitted into the intensive care unit. Against all hopes, Femi did not make it, he succumbed to COVID-19. What makes this hurt even more is the fact that Femi tried to do the needful and he wasn't someone who was flippant about his own health. He got vaccinated, albeit partially. He received one dose of the COVID-19 vaccine in Nigeria prior to traveling to the UK. His plan was to take the 2nd
“Weep for Your Children, O Daughter of Nigeria” By Akin Ojumu Having redefined corruption and concluded that it isn’t necessarily thievery, the onijibiti in government go to town. Like scavenging vultures swooping on a rotting carcass, the predators pick apart the national cake until there’s nothing left but bare bones. They amass onto themselves an unthinkable amount of wealth from the nation’s coffers with which they live in such opulence that ordinary Nigerians cannot conceive even in their dreams. The barawo go on to stump around the country flaunting their ill-gotten wealth in the face of hapless Nigerians who, discarding self-respect and sinking to grotesque obsequiousness, grovel and cower before the onye oshi . As they are chauffeured along in a convoy of exotic bulletproof automobiles, the shouts of “ Baba ke , you are too much, go on so ohun , ma jaiye ori e ajepe ,” trail them like siren. Then, with the money siphoned from the national purse, the plunderers of the nation’s
By Dunni Ojumu Let’s talk about this t-shirt. Ever since I was little, my father has been bringing me back college t-shirts as souvenirs from his business trips. When he went to LA, he brought back a UCLA Medicine t-shirt. When he went to New Haven, he brought back a Yale hoodie. When he went to Boston, he brought back shirts from MIT and Harvard. When I was 13, these shirts started to pile up in my closet, and I was kinda annoyed because ya know...I was 13 and I wanted money. But they were comfortable and oversized, so I wore them to bed and on wash days and when I wanted to eat a large, messy bowl of spaghetti. But now that I am off to college, I realize that my father was not confused about what to get me, nor was he trying to annoy me by filling my hands with clothing instead of cash. With purpose, he sought out clothing for me to wear as a reminder, however subliminal, that my future was bright, regardless of how many classes I cried through and how many hours I spent studying ins
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