Category: Profile

Oroowole Aaaniini(D.O Fagunwa) – The Master Story Teller

  Rest in Peace D O Fágúnwà Today I am reminded of Oròówọlé Jàáníìni Fágúnwà who died 60 years ago. He was known to many as Daniel...

The Road to 90: The amazing story of Michael Ayodele Osinaike

By Gbenga Osinaike   He is the first and last child of his parents, Mr and Mrs Albert and Jemimah Osinaike from Ijebu Imusin, Ogun State.   His mother’s...

CORNELIUS ADEBAYO: An Emblem of Rare Courage, Intergrity and Resilience -Tinubu

  I received the news of the passing of Chief Cornelius Olatunji Adebayo, a former academic and former Governor of Kwara State, with profound sadness.   During...

My Diary:From Primary to Tertiary (Part 76)

  Dapo Thomas The Head of Service, Mr Yakub Balogun, didn’t know how to start but he had to deliver the message BRF had sent him: ” Dapo Thomas must...

My Journey in Jakande’s “School of Journalism”

  By Folu Olamiti FNGE A lot has been said and written about the late elder statesman Alhaji Lateef Kayode Jakande, popularly known as LKJ, who passed on to the...

My Diary:From Primary to Tertiary (PART 72)

  Dapo Thomas   Suddenly, Prof. Fatiu Akesode died. He died March 30, 2001. He died just a month after he got his second term of 4 years. He was first...

My Diary: From Primary to Tertiary.(Part 71)

  Dapo Thomas Two hours after Lai Muhammed went to Oga’s office (that’s what I called the Governor officially), I didn’t hear anything from above....

My Diary:From Primary to Tertiary

Dapo Thomas Then he said:” Why do you want to work directly with me?” I replied that I prefer a relationship that would make it easy for the two of us to...

My Diary: From Primary to Tertiary Part 68

  Dapo Thomas I used to love Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida (IBB). He is a complex character whose exploits oscillate between thesis and antithesis. He wants to be...

My Diary From Primary to Tertiary(Part 66)

  Dapo Thomas IBB’s presidential jet was a castle in the clouds. It was luxury redefined. The kind of luxury that makes opulence look so ordinary as if it is...