The Great Nigerian Dark Comedy: How We Paid $2.5 Billion to Buy Our Own Power Outages by Lawson Akhigbe

Antony Elumelu There is a distinct, rhythmic art to surviving a Nigerian evening. First comes the sudden, heavy silence that distinct clunk as the transformer down the street surrenders its soul to the heavens. Then comes the chorus of synchronized sighs across the neighborhood, followed immediately by the roar of two dozen small petrol generators …

The Madman and the Machine: Why the World Has Stopped Blaming Just Trump by Lawson Akhigbe

Passing of the baton There is a particular kind of comfort in blaming one man. It is tidy. It is satisfying. It requires no structural introspection, no uncomfortable national reckoning, no awkward questions about what the mirror might reveal. For a long time, America’s allies indulged this comfort, patting themselves on the back with the …

The Inquisitor’s Gavel: Oshiomhole, MOWAA, and the High Cost of Political Spite by Lawson Akhigbe

Central to the indictment was the breathless lamentation over the demolition of the old Benin Central Hospital. Listening to the rhetoric, one would assume the facility was a pristine sanctuary of modern medicine arbitrarily flattened to make way for art.

The Great Silence at JAMB’s Send-Off: When Snakes Swallow Millions and the Press Swallows Its Tongue by Lawson Akhigbe

At the recent television and press send-off for the immediate past Registrar of the Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board, Professor Ishaq Oloyede, this ritual reached a high art. The man who spent a decade at the helm was rightly credited with making JAMB more technology-driven, more orderly, and less of a cash-and-carry bazaar than the one he inherited. Fair enough. Reforms happened. Remittances improved. The board stopped resembling a particularly leaky colander. One can acknowledge progress without descending into hagiography.