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Just When We Thought Things Were Improving...* SMH*

With the discovery of N1b in Former Speaker of the Nigerian House of Representatives, Honorable Bankole's proxy account, and his subsequent arrest by the EFCC yesterday evening (5th of June), it is becoming clearer that even the younger generation in Nigerian politics are not left out of the gross mismanagement that has characterized government agencies and parastatals in Nigeria. Other pointers to Dimeji Bankole's self enrichment crusade are splashed all over the internet. As for me, what I find most amusing is the N10b UBA loan saga. Perhaps more outrageous than his actually signing for the loan, which he allowed to be squandered by some members of the House of Reps, is the blatant audacity he demonstrated in using the House of Representatives as a collateral for his loan. Talk about effrontery! Honorable Dimeji Bankole has since made a feeble attempt at pleading his case, stating that the said amount wasn't for "personal gain" and naming some of the membe...

What Love Is Not. By Yomi Owope

Hey Guys, remember when I asked the question "what is love" in my last post on marriage? Well, Yomi Owope sent me this. I find it profound and I think you will also. You can comment with what you think love is not as well. E.g "love is not...". Love is not the idea that I take your freedom in exchange for mine; it is not the fashionable remembrance of anniversaries and birthdays, nor is it the poolside dinner at Smith's with live music and the smell of fresh flowers. I will not tell you that love is the food of the eyes at the sight of light skin and long hair or the fodder for the mind at the whiff of Rabanne. I will not say that love must do for me what I did because of it; neither will one beg quittance of me for a deed done for love. Is love measured by the length of a fathers rod or the gleam of a wife's Gucci? Is it benchmarked by a Bishop's heavy holiness or the fiery fervency of the union leader?

My Encounter with a Nudist

WARNING: Not For the Faint-Hearted! It was my birthday in 2007 and I had a very small group of friends out to celebrate. That day, I made a new friend named Frank (not his real name) who I mentioned to that it was my birthday. He then told me that his best friend's birthday was also that day and that they were planning a small party the following day. He wanted me to come along as a surprise to his friend. I promptly agreed and I invited an acquaintance of mine, Tola (not her real name) along. We arrived at the celebrant’s and were met at the gate by the celebrant himself. I remember the gate of the house opening and being greeted by the sight of a very tall, light-skinned, thirty something year old man, clad in nothing but a pair of wet boxers. Now we all know that wet clothes tend to stick to the body and emphasize those curves and bulges that are better left hidden. *clearing my throat* .I stole a glance at Tola but all I could see was a sincere smile on her face, directed ...

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