The Reorientators

  Partisanship “ Blind belief in authority is the greatest enemy of truth.” —Albert Einstein The election that was held last year and the events that followed have opened our eyes to how sycophantic some Nigerians can be. Many people gladly deny the truth or turn a blind eye to it because of religious, tribal, and political sentiments. They have sold their conscience and humanity for mundane and ephemeral things. For our country to make good progress, we must move beyond sentiment and work together for our common good. We should be ready to point out evil deeds, even if our kinsmen are the perpetrators. Selectively judging right versus wrong leads to further division along tribal and religious lines. Our diversity should be a tool to foster unity and progress because, in diversity, there is variety and uniqueness. Our unique differences and idiosyncrasies should flourish for our common good. Leaders who manipulate the masses using religion and tribe should be identified and ignored. Th

  REPORIENTATION   ALUTA CONTINUA! In the words of E.M. Burke, the only necessary tool for the triumph of evil men is for good men to sit down and do nothing.  As we live day by day as Nigerians, we cannot but completely give cross examinations to our daily life and national life, how far have we been faring? Let's face our fear squarely and give thought-provoking examinations to the roots of our woes. Do we really have some set of people as our problem or we all are the architects of our national and individual problems?  In vain we build our cities if we don't first build our homes. Let's endeavor to champion the right course for righteousness, faithfulness, honesty, integrity, morality and good works  right from our bedrooms before picking up brooms to sweep the streets. We can't continue with any ALUTA if our mental state hasn't been reprogrammed with right information. The emergence of evil men in our societies today is as a result of our failure as good men to

  REPORIENTATION   LIMPING OLYMPIAN Law wears no crown but rules over the king. This can only be true outside the land of "Jogbo." Jogbo, our dearest Jogbo where our rulers and their teams make the law  of the land a footstool. Their maids doctor the law like roadside mechanics just to afford their lords a handshake with favour. They make no law in favour of the king's subjects. Of a truth, they sleep in luxury the subjects cannot afford; what they cannot get, they employ a long harvesting knife. Do they care if the followers can't even afford the usury? Recklessness has forgotten his tooth deep in their flesh.  The King of Jogbo, his "baales" and his chiefs are competing with cars and houses when the subjects keep struggling to afford a meal per day. They wine and dine morning, afternoon and evening; every day is meant for celebrations even when the citizens mourn. The cries of the citizens mean nothing greater than the sound of a swarm of bees. In Jogbo, c