Why do some live as though the sizes of their houses measure the worth of their life?
What Mr Mai Palace has done is restore dignity to the memories of our dead.
Our country has drifted from the malnourished promise of a kwashiorkor democracy into the firm grip of an oligarchy where courts no longer dispense justice but serve cabal whims.
True activists fight for the future. Transactional activists fight for contracts.
Governors aren’t elected to stoke tensions, but to calm them when they erupt.
It is a book about us: our passivity, our complicity, and our silence.
Reno Omokri’s warning assumes that the north is incapable of political rebirth. That is untrue.
 There are also broader implications.
Today, there is no true homeland for our citizens, only homesteads of grief.
