Correct Me If I Am Right By Rudolf Okonkwo

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"Correct Me If I am Right" With Rudolf Okonkwo
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Why Prof. Ango Abdullahi Flunked His Test By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
There are elders and there are elders. Prof. Ango Abdullahi is not an elder. A real elder does not pursue a rat while his house is on fire.
The Frustrations of Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala et al By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
I recently watched with great pity a video of Mrs. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala giving a keynote speech at the 5th Annual African Business Conference at Harvard Business School in February of 2013. She spoke...
I Come to Bury Jonathan By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
President Jonathan has said that corruption in Nigeria is exaggerated. In the eternal words of William Shakespeare, if it were so, it was a grievous fault on the part of those Americans who pointed...
How Chinua Achebe Saved My Birthday By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
Last Tuesday, February 26th, was my birthday.   After the traditional Happy Birthday song, Ijeamaka, my four-year-old daughter, asked me how old I was.
Are You Trapped In God’s Love Triangle? By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
  Before Prince Charles, Princess Diana and Camilla Parker Bowles; before Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie; before Woody Allen, Mia Farrow and Soon-Yi Previn, there were Abraham,...
I Deserve a Pardon, Too By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
The first sentence in Janet Malcolm’s book, “The Journalist and the Murderer” states: "Every journalist who is not too stupid or too full of himself to notice what is going on...
Please Don’t Tell Me That Hugo Chavez Was Great By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
Somehow I was taken aback by the somber posturing of Africans on the death of Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez. It took a while before I understood what Chavez meant to many people living today in...
The Dangers of False Equivalence By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
I was simply following the panache of the news when I said that President Olusegun Obasanjo met his American counterpart, George W. Bush, at the White House.
Shall I Tell the Pope? (A Short Story) By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
The first time Father Paul asked me to follow him to Bishop Shanahan Lodge after Sunday Mass, my right leg entangled with my left and I tripped. He stretched his long arms and caught me before I...
The Day Nigeria Died By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
If the Super Eagles had lost last Sunday’s match against Ivory Coast, calls for Stephen Keshi’s head would have overtaken the airwaves. I, too, would have supported his immediate firing....
Eze Goes To School … And Then What? By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
It was early in the morning when he led five other men to the farm to get food. Four of the men had machetes and spears while another man carried the group’s hoes and baskets. A ravaging...
My Police College Is Better Than Yours By Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo
Two years ago, a friend of mine dropped out of circulation without the slightest warning. He was someone I spoke to, at least, once a month, though, most times, we spoke once a week. So his...