I apologize for being black All I am plus all I lack Please sir, please m’am Give me some slack ‘Cause I apologize I apologize for being poor For being sick and tired and sore Since I ain’t slick Don’t know the score I do apologize I apologize because I bear Resemblance most black people share Thick lips, flat nose, and nappy hair Yes I apologize I apologize for how I look For all of the lows and blows I took On those Lord knows I’d close the book As I apologize I apologize for all I gave For letting you make me yo’ slave And going to my early grave Yes I apologize I apologize for being caught For being sold, for being bought For being told I count for naught Yeah I apologize I apologize for all I’ve done For all my toil out in the sun Don’t want to spoil your righteous fun So I apologize I apologize and curse my kind For being fooled, for being blind For being ruled, and in your bind Yes I apologize I apologize and curse my feet For being slow, for being late Because I know it’s me yo

By Mfonobong Nsehe    May 6th 2011 A friend of mine met a really cute Nigerian girl at a nightclub in Lagos recently. He’s got a certain je ne sais quoi with the ladies. So he approached her, chatted her up for about an hour or so, and was lucky enough to walk away with her phone number and her house address. She asked him to visit her sometime. He promised he would, but he never did. The reason is this: The lady lives in Banana Island, Nigeria’s most expensive residential area. There are only a few privileged men who can afford to date a girl who lives in Banana Island. My friend is not yet a part of the privileged few. If you never heard about the Island, now you know. Banana Island is Nigeria’s most extravagant and expensive neighborhood – on par with the Seventh Arrondissement in Paris, La Jolla in San Diego, California and Tokyo’s Shibuya or Roppongi neighborhoods. The exclusive playground of Nigeria’s obscenely wealthy, Banana Island is an artificial island bui

Mother in agony and the her deceased son, Seun on national service I seat and just imagine what a terrible a way to die it was for the Young Nigerians serving Nigeria in the North of the country under the National Youth Service (NYSC). After living a regimented life for 3 weeks in the orientation camp, with no electricity in the camp, the mosquitoes and insects bites , the endless hours of travelling from the South to the far North of Nigeria through the dangers of Nigerian road, and the struggle to get a place for primary assignments. Only to get killed by the very same community and people they had to go all through these hardships to serve. It just stirs up so much twisted emotions in me thinking about it Now I believe it’s an honour to server ones country under a scheme like the NYSC, however I honestly believe that the idea that NYSC help national integration is nonsensical. You know the success of anything by measuring its impact,