She is my friend of many years, we shared a dream. We were lovers with mutual feelings to say it the way it is. Fate separated us but without any ill feeling. The distance is wide but the days are long gone, when you could hide behind your shadow and still feel secure. Internet knows about you probably more than you know yourself. If I had known she was watching me, perhaps I would have been more deliberate. I thought it was left to me when I write and when I don’t. Nothing suggested to me I owe more than mere explanation for a break I granted myself without approval. My phone rang and it was my old friend in soft tone. She wanted to know for how long this away without leave would last. I wondered aloud which leave she was talking about. She reminded me of something I called pen holiday a while ago.

If you tell any man (or woman) that he is not responsible, it is very unlikely that he will smile. If he does, it might be to enable him gather his thoughts to know how best to react in equal measure. If he finds his words, it is also unlikely it will be pleasant to the ears. I spent some time thinking about it. If put in context, to say that I am not responsible may not be an abuse after all. It may just be a statement of fact. To be responsible goes beyond decency, good character and moral uprightness. Responsibility has different layers. Beyond being responsible as an adolescent, an adult starts becoming responsible when he starts to think beyond himself, when he starts to take responsibilities for others. If your thinking is limited to how your decision affects you alone, you may be responsible but not responsible.

An average man sees fault in others faster than he sees in himself. It is not necessarily out of bad behaviour. You will see a stain on your neighbour’s nose faster than you see a stain on your own nose, not minding that your nose is the closest to your eyes. Nature made it so. People are going through stuff. The economy is not smiling. To maintain social status has become more expensive. People break promises not for lack of character but for lack of capacity. You may think you are affected more than others but dare not compare your story with others. You will be humbled. Many are bleeding but are still leading. Think twice before you condemn anyone for not meeting your expectations. The one you blame for not helping out is probably looking up to someone who is looking up to another someone who is unable to help because of dashed expectations.

After seven decades as the British Monarch, Queen Elizabeth Alexandra, simply known as Queen Elizabeth II, takes a final bow as her remains is laid to rest to pave way for a new era. King Charles III is the new Monarch. By divine providence, barely 48 hours to the Queen’s last breath, Elizabeth Truss became the fifteenth Head of Government to shake hands with the late Queen as the Head of State of the United Kingdom. Prime Minister Liz Truss has now taken full charge as the Head of Government. PM Liz Truss started as a liberal democrat in her days in the university. She was the president of Oxford University Liberal Democrats. In a dramatic twist of history, she now finds herself on the right wing, not just as a conservative but leader of the conservative party and by extension the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

It was the end of an era on Thursday 08 September 2022. The curtain fell for the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and the Head of State of the United Kingdom and 14 other Commonwealth realms, Queen Elizabeth II. The world will miss her cerebral reign as the British Monarch for seven decades. She was a phenomenon. The news media, both electronic and print, have been agog with minute by minute updates of the events lined up for the final funeral rites of passage of the late monarch, expectedly so. The death of the British Monarch is one of the biggest news of this century. If there is anything I pay keen attention to in major world events, it is the leadership lessons. As the lined-up events unfold towards the final resting of The Queen, there is a lot to learn from the sustenance of the culture and history of the British people. Personally, I’m thrilled.

Beyond our stay here on earth, I doubt if there is anyone of us who would not want his name to outlive his existence and for the right reasons too, not minding what we believe or disbelieve. You may not believe this but in the olden days, rich men (and women) pay authors to write about them in their books to immortalise them. The reason is simple, book remains one of the easiest means to document history. Hear this. The kindness you show and the lives you touch while you are alive, not the accolades you receive when you are alive, immortalises you. If you do good, you don’t need to pay anyone to write about it. Posterity documents events more than any paid author.

Nigerians are unique in every sense but if we pretend that we operate a normal society, then the truth is not in us. Nigeria was great and can be great again, only that the long journey to greatness would require some internal cleansing by all of us. The first time I began to query the ‘Nigerianness’ in Nigerians was way back in 2007. I was on a return journey from Dallas, USA to Lagos after the summer holidays with my family. The journey was enroute London and the transit from Dallas to London was peaceful and orderly. The journey from London to Lagos was different. All hell was let loose when it was time to board, as passengers scrambled for space from the lounge to the aircraft. In awe, my younger son who was barely three years old then asked me why the rush, after all we all had our seats already allocated to us.

Successful societies thrive on systems and not on programmes. It hurts to see our citadels of learning shut down for five months running and life is going on as if it’s normal. Which society keeps knowledge acquisition in abeyance and talks of progress? We joke a lot in my country but nowhere is better than home. Whoever is wondering why we have endless ASUU strikes should ask on what system we are running that qualifies for education policy upon which successive administrations can stand? The last I can remember was the 6-3-3-4 system of education. I recall the excitement that greeted the 6-3-3-4 policy as pronounced by the Late Professor Aliu Babatunde Fafunwa when he was education minister under the self-styled Military President Ibrahim Babangida. How did we fare with that policy? How far did it go beyond the promises on paper?

Tobi Amusan probably doesn’t know that she is the face of the new Nigeria that Nigerians desire. She is winning medals, she is packing laurels, she is breaking records, she is setting records, she is scoring firsts, she is flying high but I doubt if Tobi knows that she is the new symbol of hope for the Nigeria dream. The son of man can stay without food for hours. He may not even know where the next meal is going to come from. He may be in tattered clothes without having a shelter over his head. Man can cope with all these and life will still be going on but when hope is lost, everything is lost. If only Tobi knows that she represents that hope for millions of Nigerians today that Nigeria can be great again.

It started like a joke. We touched on it casually if it became a matter of public discourse. Soon it was beginning to look like a movie. What looked like mere hazard metamorphosed to imminent risk. Now, it is looking like ours is a country under siege. The days we dreaded are here with us like an unwanted visitor. To say we did not know how we got here will amount to hiding the truth under our tongue. We muddled politics with governance and carried on as if we had the joker. There was so much we could do if we saw ourselves as a people, whose destinies are joined irrespective of our individual beliefs. Only that the vision is blinded when the love of power overpowers the power of love.