Sometimes, Nigerians wonder where the many challenges of our nation stem from. However, when you learn of the fact that Nigeria loses as much as USD15 billion  as a result of not passing one law, the Petroleum Industry Bill (PIB), then one cannot help but understand that the inadequacies in our system must be addressed.


It is also difficult to imagine that in 16 years of the National Assembly – as presently constituted – the almighty PIB that should have been passed, signed and implemented in past sessions has continued to reincarnate itself as the ‘ever-elusive PIB. What this means is that the additional revenue that could have been accrued that would have led to the provision of additional roads, hospitals and schools for the citizenry are currently non-existent.


Many of us remember the valedictory speech of the former Senate President, David Alechenu Bonaventure Mark, at the end of the 7th National Assembly, where he pointed out that they had basically failed Nigerians by not passing the PIB in concurrence with the House of Representatives. However, with efforts underway to ensure that the 8th National Assembly is different from its predecessors, under the leadership of the Senate President, Dr. Abubakar Bukola Saraki, and the Speaker, Rt. Honorable Yakubu Dogara, the hopes of the speedy passage of the PIB in the early years of this All Progressive Congress-led administration seem not only possible, but entirely plausible.


Recently, steps taken in this direction have once again awoken the hopes of industry players and Nigerians that there is hope to reignite the passage of the PIB. A few weeks after taking office, Dr. Saraki, while hosting the Managing Director of Shell Petroleum Development Company, Osagie Okunbor, and his team at his office, stated that: “The PIB remained a priority in the Senate”. He added that: “We have to engage, discuss and dialogue. We can break this jinx. But it can only be achieved devoid of politics and politicking.”


Also, while the Senate President inaugurated the Senate Committees, he did not mince words in charging the Petroleum Upstream, Petroleum Downstream and Gas Committees to immediately swing into action so as to make quick passage of the PIB possible. He stated that the leadership of the Committees were carefully chosen to help complete the reform process that will make the nation’s oil and gas industries more adaptive to international best practices.


The administration of President Muhammadu Buhari has pointed out on numerous occasions that they are going to be open, transparent and accountable and this is what the PIB seeks to achieve in the petroleum industry. Efforts in this respect have also been quite visible, based on the speech made by the current Minister of State for Petroleum and NNPC Boss, Dr. Emmanuel Ibe Kachikwu. While going through his ministerial screening, Kachikwu remarked that: ‘’Once you begin to break it up into critical aspects, you begin to make a faster run to passing the PIB.”


In this regard, the coast keeps getting clearer. The legislature has pointed out that it is ready for the PIB to become law. The body language of the executive seems to also be in sync with the process.


Recently, Speaker Dogara eloquently took over the crusade by joining forces with Saraki to champion the breaking down of the PIB towards easier passage. This is a pointer that a joint task force of both arms of the legislature will be in the utmost interest of the country as it will ensure that more people-oriented bills are passed with the least amount of delay.


These developments make for interesting times, as if the PIB is passed, the emergence of the dynamic-duo of Saraki and Dogara as the leaders of the 8th National Assembly would be truly ‘Godsend.’ If by the end of the tenure of the 8th National Assembly, they successfully marshalled their colleagues to pass the PIB in sections as they are proposing then, the Nigerian electorate as well as the leadership of the 8th National Assembly can beat our chest that this administration has risen to the height of its potential.


Better days lie ahead for Nigeria in terms of governance, and with this new partnership between the House and the Senate for the greater good, it is indeed a clear indication that this assembly will not waste a day of the four year mandate given to them by the Nigerian people.

-‘Demola Adeyeye  loves the Legislature. He tweets via @AAAdeyeye

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An hour with Lagos
Tree grow blemish on the blunt                       surface of tars,
Drains of dying filth building drench              of shallow waters across the surface              of offences.

A beautiful city of noise,
A land born on the struggle of                           waves and wind across the ocean.
A street of driven tussle beneath the                shades and toss of survival.
Behind the brown sea of the lagoon,              the shreds of the belly across the
eyes of waters.
Breeds dying to the loophole of the.                 streets thirsty and hungry for the                     sore of crumbs.

I stand between the stampede of
human brawns feeding their breeds               by the effort of the weak.
The struggles are hard to breathe,
Celebration are dangerous to



Ogunniyi Abayomi was born July 11, 1991 in the city of Lagos, where he resides. His
love for poetry is very strong, and to a stoic length, he considers it a page of his life.
Ogunniyi Abayomi is aspiring to create positive values as a poet to the world.


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Fading Arts of Literature and Music in Nigeria

The Nigerian culture is at the moment a shadow of what her citizens hope for. The country is suspended in the air of political uncertainties. This has nothing to do with the recent electoral process that was carried out across the country. When a country is trapped in such financial and political untidiness, such as Nigeria is at the second, there is need to check the educational segment of the country. And if the enlightening segment of the country is to be duly standardized for drive of unconditional revolution in the system, then the formal and informal subdivision of the educational sector should be checked. I would have loved to address the exhausted style of formal education that is used in the country first, but because of my limited time and exact topic given to me to speak my mind on; I wish to say I will not go wide into it. At the moment, let me address the informal education.

Obafemi Awolowo, Nnamdi Azikwe and Tafawa Balewa shone politically, educationally and socially in their days because, there was high significance placed upon all forms of informal education. Back in their days, the Nigerian culture had the thick blood of worth, running in their veins with utmost reverence to have more of informal education than the formal. It wasn’t the case that formal education was less in value, but informal education played a very imperative part in the ethical, spiritual, political, communal, commercial and even educational lives of that generation.

The subsequent generation of Christopher Okigbo, Chinua Achebe and our own Wole Soyinka had the same wand of value for formal and informal education passed down to them, which they modestly acknowledged, astutely used and it became a mast of inestimable prosperity for them and for the country, Nigeria. Till date in the secondary and tertiary institutions of the country, the literary works of these men mentioned in this paragraph and others not even mentioned are still in good use and have surpassed test of time. No wonder the works of Chinua Achebe have been interpreted into so many foreign languages and his style of prose narration has come to stay as a yard stick for African fiction.

Furthermore, this same generation produced musical icons such as I.K Dairo, King Sunny Ade, and Great Afrobeat genius, Fela Anikulapo Kuti. Their panache of music also has become a mast of inestimable importance in the world. Virtually every African artiste sings Afrobeat just because of a man called Fela, whose generation saw the need to accept both formal and informal education. It is so enthralling that my generation of countrymen, and probably some older generations who failed to indulge in the learning art of formal and informal education have built a metaphysical set of beliefs about the success of these men mentioned above.

It is not the case that present crops of Nigerian writers are not good enough to break forth from our homes to the world. In my humble opinion I think the reason why the present day Nigerian writers are finding it difficult to get launched into the realm of world class literary minds can be grouped into two. One, it could be as a result of this generation no longer finding the need to read and learn the informal education in the art of writing, or the second could be as a result of the writers themselves not indulging the art of learning both the informal and formal education.

And this is more of the reason why I always advocate that more poems, drama or prose should be written out in the pure African forms. I believe taking after an American/European/Asian way of writing or speaking or neglecting our own African art cannot make us match in the same uniform of excellence like the previous generations of Wole Soyinka and Chinua Achebe. For those fellow literary minds in this generation who have seen the light of this my message, let us write Africa in its true form.

The people must realise that a literary or musical mind, through the daily attempt to familiarise themselves with the art of literature and or music, will grow more wings of creativity, talent, ideas and “metaphysical success”. More importantly, their success will also contribute to the economic and political expanse of the country. Take for instance, in the days of Fela Kuti, his music not only gave insights to the people, but drew international audience. Little wonder the then President of Burkina Faso saw Fela Kuti has a fellow political likeminded.

The bitter truth is that most crops of present day musicians do not even understand that the art of music in its true form is fading off day by day because these so called musicians no longer give enough time of incubation before setting off to the market of fame with their records. Whilst it is true that their records are being played on every corner of the streets, it is true that they show off their fantasied wealth on every occasion they’re opportune to; but the absolute truth is that their music has failed to stand the test of time, sanity, pleasure, and most importantly it has woefully failed to improve the social and political norms of my countrymen. Do not yell at me for nailing those in the musical world, I must open up that underneath their garment is a dying spirit of music which is crying out for help. I am not encouraging Nigerians to stop patronizing such music, but I am encouraging Nigerians to patronize more intelligent mind. Don’t go too far to look for intelligent mind; ASA is one beautiful mind of musical art. Fellow countrymen and women, stop the fading arts of literature and music.

Lucifer’s Bride*






My fiancé is the most fascinating person a woman will ever be blessed to love. Quite a towering person, dark skinned, very hygienic black eyes, good dentition, healthy lover he is undeniably. My lover, my person, my husband-to-be; he is the whole kit and caboodle, and he is a devoted businessperson. My fiancé is well learned and. He is a fortunate man on earth, so much that every day of his life, he tries to keep so much low profile from the community, and sometimes even from “us”…he will often give such excuses by adding that,

“My love, I have a proficient plan tomorrow, to be executed by my workers and for it to go smoothly, I must say a few words of prayer to Allah tonight on my mat all through the night”. Such words, which a very good woman, a wife to be like me should never, be imagined to contempt. I hail from the Yoruba, where we were taught to work and live our lives in line with the accomplishment of our husband’s business.

He grew up in Nigeria and years later before he clocked 18 years, he was moved to Egypt and then to Libya where he was groomed by a very good Islamic scholar for another 3 to 5 years; before traveling to Saudi Arabia for his Masters’ Programme. And recently returned from the United States, where he defended his thesis on” Islam and contemporary International terrorism (Africa as a case study)”. He has been so keen on having me also completing my Masters’ Programme in the UK, studying “Christian theology and theory of Feminism in the Church”, but I have so far continued to turn the tide against his wish, because I am so scared of losing him to some of these “Nigerian emotional underdogs”.

Perhaps I should discuss about his religious doings and mine; it is quite absurd to an everyday Nigerian. When he wakes up around 4:30 a.m. he would say his Islamic supplications to 6 or sometimes 6:30 a.m. and he would then come to my room, kiss me and say,

“Wake up my love, its morning already”

…there is never being any sort of religious fracas between us. If not for now that I am letting all these out, no one can ever say my fiancé is not a Christian, apart from his exquisite pious goatee, which may let the cat out of the bag that he is not. Even on Sundays, he would wake up before me; arrange my Bible pack with other Christian literatures we use during the church service. In addition, before I even say Jack Robinson, he has already prepared some toast bread for me to munch before running off with Christ that day. He would usually say,

“Pray for me as well love; tell Jesus I said I love him and his disciples for their gentility and non-retaliation doctrine”.

My betrothed is so far a blessing to me and even to any person who enthusiastically comes for his assistance. However, there was this day as usual; he told me he was traveling to see one of his aunts in Borno state. I reminded him of the security crack and the “Boko killing thing” raging those places…and in his usual joking manner he said,

“To be killed by a Boko Haram fellow is a glory for Allah than to be killed by an infidel Nigerian soldier”

I did not really see any moral witticism out of this. It nearly became a concern before he set out later that day with two of his men, Nigerian soldiers though. After he left the house, as a woman and as a wife to be, I decided to clean up his room and help organise his apparels. He is rather blasé with his room and stuffs you know. As I moved near his drawer and dusted some of his old books which he never liked anyone touching, I slipped, trying not to fall, I held unto his little night robe and in the process, I pulled the little ward robe off…gbarrrrrr!!!!!!! Everything fell… I had to rearrange it all piece by piece before Abubakar my lover came back.

After almost two hours of reshuffling and cleaning, I saw one hoary blood tainted Nigerian military clothing. While still bewildered as to why my placid affectionate Abubakar will have blood sullied Nigerian military clothing in his wardrobe, I notice a diary in the back compact of the blood-tainted clothing. Opening the first page, here is its contents;

“Abubakar, now, you must be acquainted with the fact that our principles and dogmas as an organization, has been breached by the fraidy-cats within us who have refused to take up armaments against the Nigerian government and its irreligious infidel citizens. Even though I am the spearhead of this faction, even though I am the patron and one of the countless stakes of this religious offshoot, you must comprehend that I cannot brashly come out to take up arms together with other brothers and sisters from within the country and outside. But you, being a child that was trained from infancy and loyal to this essence of Jihad from birth; I charge you to use all your sensitive astuteness that you have acquired from those western infidels to combat the present day Nigerian government; and to make sure that our Northern brothers and sisters are governed under the Islamic religious laws. Do not be downcast by the expanse of innocent massacres and awkward assassinations that may have to be carried out, they are to be completed for the sake of Allah and for our credence as Allah’s defence force. Slay them, abduct their families, rape them as long as they are not Muslim brothers or sisters; defile their wives, daughters and their households right in their presence. Make the country wild for them, until we get hold of our own independent zone and declare ourselves as a nation or get to Islamise Nigeria as a whole. Remember you are a soldier of Allah; do not be petrified of these doing. Go on with the plan as Sheik Ibrahim Abdulsalam Ibn Buhari has directed you; while you were being trained in Libya. Never tolerate your private life to clash with your Islamic revolutionary life as Allah’s Jihadist…whenever you are with your loved ones, you are spineless, tranquil and tender; but whenever duty calls, remember you are that “devil” everyday Nigerian fears, Shekau.”

In shock of whether this was real or not, I dropped the diary back into the cloth and perfectly rearranged it all. Not sure, of whether to run away or run mad, I wrote all these down. Therefore, my fiancé, my love, my man, the man who tolerates my dissipations and my faith is the man who also torments the nation and its government. No wonder he would usually say,

“Tell Jesus I said I love him and his disciples for their gentility and non-retaliation doctrine…”

So all the while, he said these, he was mocking me, my religion, and other Christians he had killed and would still kill. So all the while he claimed that to be killed by a Boko Haram fellow was glorious meant that, he was indeed not just a sympathizer but also a dedicated blood liner for the horrific group. Nevertheless, I love him. He is my heart and my dream man. I cannot imagine my world without Abubakar…I cannot imagine my life without the man who comes to my bed early Sunday mornings to whisper sweet words to my ears. Even if he is Shekau, I want to believe he is a devil to Nigeria but he is Abubakar to me…and what is the difference between Shekau and Nigerian Soldiers? They both kill for a cause. I am in love with Abubakar, to me he is Abubakar; to you he is Shekau the devil, the Boko Haram leader.


Author: Enoch Ojotisa

Email: poetojotisa@gmail.com