Bruno is an unemployed Nigerian who had participated in the Nigerian Immigration Service interview which was conducted on Saturday the 15 th of March 2014 and which resulted in the death of innocent Nigerians. This is his detailed narration of the events of that faithful day : I had to be there to witness it for myself. How could I miss such an opportunity for anything in the world? I woke up very early, dressed up and headed for the Abuja stadium. It was 7 O’clock Am when I got there. The moment I got down from the car, the first words I uttered were OMG! The crowd was unbelievable. The whole ground was covered with young people all dressed in white. I could bet that some people actually slept at that stadium the previous night. The crowd reminded me of the finals of the FIFA under 17 world cup of 2009. That day I had prayed fervently for the stadium not to collapse under the weight of patriotic Nigerians who had come to cheer the Eagles to victory. 

Naija sef. Sometimes, I just laugh at this country and we, the citizens. Nigeria is generally known and accepted as a country where “ anything goes ”, a country where the citizens just sit back and accept any policy thrown at them, a country filled with very Religious people who wait on God to come and do almost everything for them . I am not saying we should not trust in God. All I am saying is that most of us sleep on our rights a lot all in the name of religion , while some go about killing poor people like them also in the name of religion. Instead of doing things right and getting positive results. Anyway, I won’t derail. If you are a resident of the FCT, then this is not news to you. In fact it is an old gist. However, like every old wound, the scar still runs deep and sometimes reminds us of the pain. Sometimes, the wound remains fresh and even though it is old, it keeps causing untold pain and hardship. It was a week day and like every weekday, I had been wor

We watched the ball soar past the goal keeper and through the mock post. Maggie screamed out with disgust and covered her face as Tunde kicked dust into the air in exasperation. I laughed at his display. That was the first time I met Maggie’s “Abuja big boy”. “He is the worst goalkeeper in the world;”Maggie lamented as the blue team hugged happily. “I wish I can go home and get out of my suit. Coming to stand by the sidelines to encourage Tunde every Friday after work is becoming a nerve racking ritual. The man is a pain in all the wrong and right places.” I stared at my friend and could not believe my ears. “Maggie you hate the guy, so quietly get out of his life.” “Haba Nikky, this guy is rich and he is going to buy me a house in this town oh.   Just that he invested all his money and his cargo is yet to arrive. His dad, an Ambassador, will help him out with some cash while we wait for his goods to arrive. I am sitting tight my dear. No girl will come and chop w