Fair Enough by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren.

One notable similarity between Nigeria and Turkey is that the government control the media. Ordinary people with different views or who refuse to accept mediocrity as norm are seen as terrorist and silenced while the real terrorists, some government officials and politicians who milk the state dry, roam freely. 

The government say they spend N14,000 per day on each prisoner in Nigeria, budget billions of Naira yearly for the State House Clinic and still take the next available flight to UK or US to treat cough and cold because the Clinic has no paracetamol. This is not the time for deception. Nigeria is in recession. A society that spend so much on prisoners and so little on her law abiding citizens is unfair and cruel. And they are sending the wrong signal. It is telling the poor Nigerian that it is better to commit crime and then be thrown in luxury called prison than stay away from crime and be hungry.

The media does not have the right to investigate. In Nigeria, Investigative Journalism is practically dead. The Social Media has made Journalism so easy and interesting. From one end of your room, you can copy stories from millions of sites and paste them on your own. Hardly will you blame some of these people. The Journalist is ever having a gun pointed at him and the fear of death is a mountain to climb. Rather than risk their lives and be killed, they turn the other way and let the story go. A society that does not encourage investigative journalism will hardly b decent.  

In Nigeria, the few who dare to question the government are a tiny fly on the back of a horse. It is sad because you are not expected to ask questions. If you do, you are branded a terrorist and hunted down like a dog. 

In this age, even a fool is allowed to ask question. The wise and prudent will decide whether the question makes sense or not. It is dangerous to take a man's meal and his voice at the same time. You have already killed him. Nigerians must frown at any government that tries to take their voice.

If Buhari wins a re-election in 2019, we will have him for another four years. If he fails to win a second term, he will be gone like his predecessors. Unless there is a drastic turn around in the fortunes of Nigerians, he will be remembered for the promises that were never fulfilled.

We have had recession two times under the umbrella of President Buhari (1984 and 2016-2017). And this is not fair.

We have to renegotiate Nigeria and return power to the regions. That will be fair enough.

On the NLNG Sponsored Prize for Literature by Gimba Kakanda.

One develops a sharper sense of shame reading these semi-literate tirades shared as criticism of the NLNG-sponsored $100,000 Prize for Literature. One is ashamed not because of the quality of thinking exhibited by these self-identified writers, but by the atrocious grasp of grammar revealed in pretending to decide what is and isn't great writing.

If, as a writer, you are incapable of producing decent sentence or coherent criteria in measuring the Art of your "fellow writers," shouldn't you be more concerned about that deficiency? It's ironic that you find it convenient to ridicule others for poor-quality production when you are the actual victim.

Unfortunately, some of these entitled clowns and bitter failures masquerading as literary purists and critics, are only reacting to the absence of their friends and mentors in the grand contest. It's a proxy war the puppets clearly don't get.

If your literary gods fail to make the long-list, or now the short-list, it's only because the prize isn't their birthright. And if you're out to caricature the prize, at least enable your brains and come up with critically sound arguments in assessing the crafts. It's possible you're not sufficiently schooled to appreciate a diversity of styles, programmed to see your local champion of a mentor or friend as the standard.

Well, you don't need a book to be a writer, you only need it to be an author. And what's the essence of producing hurriedly-stapled papers that hardly get beyond the shore of your father's or girlfriend's residence?

It's easy to write. I can finish a novel in a month or less, but God has not tasked me with torturing any innocent soul. Don't let the applause in your locality mislead you. Hone your skills, write, rewrite and edit. And even when you are about to declare yourself master of the game, contact a real editor to deflate your ego. Often, a writer is only as good as the dedication of his editors.

One of my model writers Arundathi Roy has, until 2017, only a book. She produced her second book after twenty years. During what you may call her "hiatus," she didn't stop being a writer, she was writing, columns and being human(e) - an activist. She didn't let the Booker Prize hype and her readers' never-ending praises fool her to rush. Her new book is not a disappointment. With just one book, she became a model for your mentors with 15 books and yet known only in their Local Government.

In Nigeria, among my contemporaries, one of my favourite writers is Oris Aigbokhaevbolo. He doesn't have a book. But believe me, it may take your mentor a lifetime to produce a sentence as decent as what this maverick crafts. Whether effortfully or not, at least he writes intelligently. It amuses me that my "non-writer" friends - functioning in banks, hospitals, and state bureaucracy - write better than these self-admitted prolific great writers.