Samuel Stephen-Wakdok

If democracy’s mortal sin is the endless and senseless orgy of violence and dance of death on the plateau since 2001, the original sin was committed from the time of the military when the gap toothed general balkanized the old Jos Local government into three entities of Jos North, Jos East and Jos South Local […]

You could really cuddle the rocks and kiss them. When you climb the hills you will actually touch the clouds because you will not help but imagine how the mountains are locked in an embrace with the sky. The sweetest thing for me is the smell of its harmattan. It will give you a crown […]

The stories of the various crises and riots in Jos are those of hypocrisy and bias. The government has continually been bias/unfair to the victims of the impasse and unfortunately the media have also been complicit. The issue of Jos is simple and clear, the Hausa/Fulani have been on the offensive. There has never been […]

From Apartheid, South Africa which was liberated by other Africans has steadily and consistently descended into a state of Zapartheid. If Apartheid was a prerogative of the whites, Zapartheid is a misadventure of the blacks. These were the same people who attracted the sympathy and empathy of other Africans in the brutal days of the white minority supremacists regime of […]

The quantum rise in the incidences of rape, both reported and unreported shows a dangerous trend that is leap frogging. Only some decade or years ago, rape cases were some few isolated incidences. In this part of the world, the word rape was just a mere English word to be found hidden in the dictionaries. […]

Long before you were born, I always had a father and mother; then a brother and later sisters. When I was man enough, I married my wife -your mum and we bore a son. The only thing missing was a daughter. The ladies had several times broken my heart and left me with knives of […]

My dad is a very funny dude, or so I think. He tells me that he doesnt know what it takes to be or see an ajebutter until he went to secondary school. My dad says he doesn’t call his father daddy, they call him baba and call his mum, mama. But our generation churns […]

I will not weep for you Achebe. Why should I weep, why should we weep? If anyone needs weeping for, it should be us, this generation of hunger and anger. I can’t weep for you Achebe. You didn’t die of hunger and you never lived in hunger. You didn’t die of poverty and you never lived […]