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First of all, that alternative and yet to be fully embraced source of wealth in Nigeria is Agriculture. For many years Nigeria has been overly dependent on the wealth generated from Crude Oil . And according to International Monetary Fund , the Country’s oil sector accounts for over 95% of export earnings and about 40% of Government revenues. A fact that screams: 'Take crude oil money away from Nigeria and she get to financially shake  to her roots as a Nation'. Despite being Africa’s Largest Producer of Crude oil, sixth largest in the world actually, this achievement regardless has refused to ‘wow’ a lot of concerned personalities that I know from incessantly ringing the alarm, even sometimes getting agitated over the need for the Country to diversify her wealth source.   Agriculture remains the best ‘distraction’. Narrating the intelligence of equally other oil producing Nations of the world, over the past decades Saudi Arabia after having...

                     Dupe spied her husband as he stepped into the bathtub. She wasn’t allowed to raise her head to look at him these days. He had just come from work and was about to take his evening bath. She looked back at the mirror and concentrated on drying her hair with the electric hairdryer. Vincent claimed that the silent whir of the device helped him relax so she timed her hair washing and drying to coincide with his evening baths. Even though she could have done it at any point during the day. She didn’t work anymore, as Vincent viciously pointed out each time they quarrelled. But then, she couldn’t. She had lost three pregnancies in a row and her doctor insisted that this time, she had to stop work and focus on herself for the duration of the pregnancy. Vincent agreed with the doctor. He craved that baby, more than anything else on earth.                 After his bath,...

STORY TIME; By SAMSON OLABISI ILE IFE, 1781         Adio stormed down the path to Baba Ifa’s compound in a huff, oblivious to the brilliant midday sunshine and the cacophony of birds in the nearby bushes.             How dare he? He thought furiously. That useless son of a mere slave!               “By the gods, I will exact my revenge,”         he swore to the shrubs that flanked the footpath.              He was so enraged that he barely noticed Ifatope, Baba Ifa’s son who greeted him respectively before jogging past.             Adio  has a small frame, only about 5 feet  and this made him very sensitive to comments about his height. The greatest sin one could actually commit against Adio was to call him a dwarf and that was exactly what Arire had done.       ...