Our village and our gods

Our roof is on fire. The rain now comes in trickles. We barely have enough to water our rich farmlands. The new yam has failed. Our roses have been plucked away to adorn the palaces of the kingdoms to the west and north of the endless river. Our cattle are stolen before our helpless eyes. …

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Dear Nigerian Doctor

Dear Young Doctor, I write to you not as a doctor but as a friend. I know a lot is going through your mind in recent times. You recently finished your youth service and suddenly you were jeered to the reality of a profession you started getting acquainted with just over a year ago. You …