Showing posts with label Leadership Failure in Nigeria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leadership Failure in Nigeria. Show all posts

Friday, September 14, 2018

President Buhari And The Moral Burden Of Leadership

By Dan Agbese
It is difficult to live in our country without being confused. Things are getting messier when they should be getting clearer. President Muhammadu Buhari captured our imagination in 2015 as a man totally intolerant of corruption or at least practices that give the country a bad name at home and abroad. So, we flocked to him and we gave him the vote and he became our president.
*President Buhari 
On his assumption of office his aides served notice to those of our country and women who have problems with resisting soiling their fingers with palm oil that a new sheriff was in town. A sheriff is a strong-minded law man, a thief-catcher, no less. Buhari has kept his promise to wage the anti-corruption war with the passion and the courage befitting a sheriff until this pathetic nation rises from the ashes of its failures and begins to live the hope of our founding fathers.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Nigerian Youths Must Fight For Real Change

By Dan Amor
I am first and foremost a Nigerian child. Then I am a depressed Nigerian youth. Depression obviously has its several roots: it is the doubtful protection which comes from not recognizing failure. It is the psychic burden of exhaustion, and also and very often, that discipline of the will or the ego which enables one to continue fighting, continue working, when one’s unadmitted emotion is in panic. 

And panic, it is, I think, which sits as the largest single sentiment in the heart of the collective members of my own generation. Today, I find myself in an overwhelmingly urban society, a distinctly urban creature. Thus, I am adequately informed of current developments in my country. I am anxious, angry, humorless, suspicious of my own society, apprehensive with relation to the future of my own country. Quixotic, yet optimistic, I am on the prowl for the immediate and remote causes of our national predicament. My nostrils fairly quiver for the stench of some injustice I can sally forth to condemn. Devoid of any feeling for the real delineation of function and responsibility, I find all the ills of my country, real or fancied, pressing on my conscience. Not lacking in courage, I am prepared, in fact, to charge any number of windmills.