The air inside the hall was thick with expectation. Learned silks in flowing robes, young wigs eager to impress, and the weight of tradition hung over...
By Israel Adebiyi In literature, few tales haunt the conscience as profoundly as that of Jean Valjean in Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables. A former convict hardened...
By Israel Adebiyi There is an old Greek tale—the story of King Priam, who welcomed a majestic wooden horse into the city of Troy, not knowing...
By Israel Adebiyi There is an old Northern Nigerian folklore titled “Ali and the Angel: Tea Without Sugar.” In this tale, a man named Ali, sensing...
By Israel Adebiyi Once upon a time in the thickest part of the forest, a great meeting of animals was convened. The air was tense, filled...
By Israel Adebiyi In the days when the forest still spoke and rivers still held secrets, there was a tale the elders told of a stubborn...
By Israel Adebiyi Once upon a time in many Nigerian homes, there was a rhythm to childhood. It echoed in the laughter of children gathered under...
By Israel Adebiyi To ignore the recently released—and deeply troubling—JAMB results would be to disappoint the many who have asked for my take on the matter....
By Israel ADEBIYI _“Yeah, we’ve been trodding on the winepress much too long… Rebel, rebel!”_ — Bob Marley, Babylon System, 1978. May Day came like a...
By Israel Adebiyi Dear Nigerians, Why we no dey ever learn? Once again, we are here — with agbada-wearing fraudsters, WhatsApp prophets of “investment blessings,” and...