Malik Ademola

Sooner than he had expected, the stormy tides of life caught up with Mr Badmus. It started with the anticipated call about the change in management of African Petroleum Plc, which was bought over by the business tycoon Femi Otedola and subsequently changed the name from the initial to Forte Oil Plc. It proliferated when his tenure in office came to end and no allowance for re-election into office. He had to live by the two trucks he managed which brought him the daily needs of him and his family. Some things had to change for his source of income had been affected, and the effect of that was utmost on Jamal.  The beautiful evening that was about to get spoilt has Its calmness at its peak, the one that couldn't seem to look gloomy afterwards, and whose breeze sang melodious song to the ears. Jamal was seated at the dinning room devouring the meal his mother had prepared, which only happened once in every millennium. Did this instigate that the evening would become sour afterwards

Lonesome and gruesome, the days would had been if the rule of not using a mobile phone was practicable at home, but that was only applicable at The Vale College. Christine had helped Jamal had a wonderful holiday, and a day wouldn't pass without the two talking over the telephone. The intimacy had grown stronger, so also the trust and confidence. Consequently, Jamal cared not about the wrongs at home again. And once again, though the wrongs were still very much feasible but his home seemed to him, a purgatory, or rather someplace far away from the usual inferno.  Jamal had found a reason to live a happy life again. He had forgotten the trauma and thraldom of his broken home and had rather clung to the accolades and unprecedented ecstasies from Christine which had hastened his resuscitation.        "Do you know I live in two worlds?" Jamal began when Christine sat with him at the verandah of the dorm during the siesta. They were supposed to be taking the nap alongside

Have you ever wondered the infuriating responses you'll receive when you ask a youth, precisely someone in his late twenties or early thirties, the question "what do you do for a living?" one of such provoking responses is "I'm a politician." then I wonder, what could have led to such a response, or perhaps, he or she is a well-to-do person who only hide behind the mask of being a politician? My curiosity withers when I realize he or she depends solely on the stipend he or she receives from these millionaires, billionaires, who only use being a politician as a cover. It is no more a fallacy that these days, almost 80% of the population venture into politics, why? Because they see it as avenue for amassing wealth and a forum to give their filthy lives a farewell. Now that their motives have changed, so does the way I view them change, from altruists whom the people call Freedom Fighters, fighting for the liberation of the minority, to egoist who only is