The office of the First Lady of the Federal Republic of Nigeria has recently aroused and enmeshed in controversy thus:
1. when it was reported in the media that the Federal Government of Nigeria bought 200 exotic vehicles for the hosting of a Steering Committee of First Ladies of Africa by the First Lady, Dame Patience Jonathan, under the aegis of the African Ladies Peace Mission scheduled for Friday, 27th July, 2012;
2. There was also controversy concerning the office when Dame
The cerebral Catholic Bishop of Sokoto and Public Intellectual, Rev. Father Matthew Hassan Kukuah while addressing the opening of the Nigerian Barr Association Annual General Conference in Abuja on the 27th August, 2012, had opined that President Jonathan is the most powerful President in the world who is vested with limitless and plenitude of powers to do the impossible including the award of oil blocks to individuals that instantaneously turned a poor man into a billionaire.
The luxury of having the opportunity to make the journey through this life count is ephemeral sha. As a friend oft says, make each day count more than you count it. To quote Abraham Lincoln, in the spirit of the political time in the US of A, "it's not the years [packed in a] life but the life [packed in the] years.
During the testimonials for Shinycoin in Toronto last weekend, his senior brother said that Shiny always admonished him to reach out and check on people, so that he would have many people attend his birthdays and other gatherings. This part of Shiny was evident in all the other testimonials as he's always willing to go the extra mile for others. It was also evident in his online activities and his push for social circles - an idea to push us away from individualism into the collective.
"Day is done, gone the sun, from the hills, from the sky,
All is well, safely rest safely rest, All is well.
Fading light Dims the sight, and a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright From afar, drawing nigh, Falls the night.
Dear Shiny mi, rest!"
As I sat with a heavy heart, thinking of you being laid to rest yesterday, I could just hear your voice saying the words of the following poem
"Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free; I'm following