The Reason President Muhammadu Buhari Blunders by Gimba Kakanda.

Former President Goodluck Jonathan took the bullet for even gaffes and indecisions by gate-men at poor-performing public institutions. 

These days an imaginary cast of characters is announced, day in, day out, as the reason President Muhammadu Buhari blunders: the Cabal, Mamman Daura, Chief of Staff, Abba Kyari, PDP Defectors in APC, Jonathan, GEJ, Shekau, Boko Haram, Directors, CBN Governor, Emiefele, Dambazzau, Judges, Justices, Judiciary, Cabinet, Buhari's Ministers, Diezani, IBB, Hassan Kukah, Dasuki, and whatnots.

Some have gone as far as blaming democracy for Buhari's inability to lead the war against corruption. They think it's okay to have accused citizens - those the EFCC have, without gathering substantial evidence, continuously rushed to try in the media -facing the firing squad without litigation.

Buhari's government isn't hijacked. The President is just a paper tiger you are too sentimental to see, and that explains why even the few commendable triumphs over corruption we have witnessed were only after the people protested and asked for action. 

"Hijacked" is a respectable word for... (fill in the gap).

Writer, poet, columnist, and commentator on politics and life. You can reach Gimba Kakanda @ misterkakanda@yahoo.com

"AFRICA, A LAND OF CHILDHOOD" by John Chizoba Vincent.

This is a land of lands where dreams

are planted in the longing eyes of a child.

Lives are redefined for societal upliftment,

children build castles on the seashore and

watch the passage of tradition and culture

from the custodians to the younger ones.

We speak of those tales under the moonlight,

grace the festivities hopping in around villages.

Boys stay uphills to tell girls tale of prestige,

Girls gather in the stream to sing and dance.

When boys come,  they run here and there

madly to cover their innocent nakedness 

We watch the elders chew kola nuts

under the setting of the old rugged sun.

Children remember the farmland like their palm,

the dreadful thunder,  they chase with a curse.

Hopeful land AFRICA is a land of expression.

We sweep clean our hearts with love.

Our skin colours are our proud name,

no full flame,  next fall, next rise joyfully,

With love and new opinions, we strive on.

She watches signifies come and go,

names immortalized on her wall...

This is the land that harbours our childhood.

Boys chase girls along the village tracks,

not without sending our souls' errand to

  

tell them of our longing thoughts craving.

When we misbehave,  we tell the elders the lie.

Cry of fearful rodents we follow downhills to

derive joy from their fears and heartbeat.

We have no problem except those we created,

We have no sin except those we learned of.

Life, a funfair,  sure path to imperfection.

Elders meet elders,  women meet women,

boys tell boys tales and girls giggle often.

Africa  made us who we are to the world,

a spotlight of the undescribed world of sin.

Images and prime creature above all species.

Downhills are green grasses spreading potentially.

Tell men of high condition that manage the globe

that our black colour is not a crime to nature.

Africa is a land of childhood. 

You can reach John Chizoba Vincent @ chizobavincent@gmail.com