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Classified Information - Oil Crime and Usman Murder

A fictional representation of Leadership Crisis in Nigeria When Siva got a cab and was inside, he was alarmed. Yes, he thought. The very first decision was a wrong one. Now, it is too late to go back. If there is answer, I am going to find it. But if not, only God knows what is going to happen. The drive to Tajudeen was long and lonely. When they got there, he paid the driver and asked him to go. But Tajudeen itself was worse. It was an old hotel in one of the outskirts of Maiduguri. It either had bad patronage or it was completely deserted. There was no one around except a few pedestrians on their own on the street. The fence of the hotel had fallen partially. But a long, old reed chair, stood against the front wall of the building. The two big Almond trees in front of the building had dropped a lot of leaves on the chair and the compound. Everywhere was brown and crispy. Siva walked to the chair, pushed away some of the leaves and sat down. How was he going to contact Zugeru and

Jubilee of Denial is Internal Colonialism

A fictional representation of Leadership Crisis in Nigeria When they finally got to the venue, a local musician was playing. The music was loud. The ground was shaking. Ekoyata tightened his stomach and his muscles taut like someone expecting a blow and was preparing to take it. He wondered what had happened to the law. Another civil war almost started in the country when the government tried to stop loud music in public places some years before. Churches fought against it. Mosques did the same thing. They had big horn speakers on their building tops that played gospel music or call to worship, their volumes always turned full. Some residents in the country had full musical system in their apartments enough to run a disco hall. They also played them in the apartment with their full volumes turned up. So, there was a coalition of forces at that time and the government had to concede to a cheap defeat in the end without a fight. There was no report of a single person prosecute

Romance in Golden Sunset

The path was still narrow and dim. Their feet were sliding softly on dry forest leaves. The wind was blowing pretty well. Musical melodies of forest creatures filled the air, resonating through the forest in echoes. After about forty minutes or so trek, Ekoyata saw increased light infiltrating the forest. Trees grew shorter. It was more of grasses and shrubs than gigantic trees now. The grasses were brownish-yellow and Ekoyata knew that they were actually burned by the dry harmattan weather. There were farms now on the sides of the road. Gloria showed him yam farms, rice farms and cassava farms. Ekoyata saw that the yam and the rice farms had been harvested. But their stubbles were still on the farms. As the world unwind in front of them, the land began to rise too. The grasses also got shorter and paler. Then, Ekoyata saw a vast naked land sprawling ahead of them. And he understood their need of endurance if they would ever get to the hilltop. When they fina

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