Essays written on either primitive or contemporary global issues.


‘Encouraging and stupendous’ – These are the exact words I called out after reading this twenty-one chapter book by Teju Cole. After reading the fleeting reviews on the front cover of the book, I became very much susceptible to completing the book within a forseeable time. ‘Open City’ being his debut novel gave me a certain vertiginous feel to see what a debut novel basically entails. In no order of importance or lucidity, below are my summarised notions of the aforementioned novel by Teju Cole.

The subject matter of the novel is one that time and time again has being told but the manner in which Teju Cole interweaves the adventures of Julius, the persona of the story is indeed worthy of commendation. The decisive appendages with which the story is told add a subliming and meritorious flair to the story in its entirety. As a reader, who seems to have no ears for classical music, the book passes out dignifying information on this sort of music. At least I now know that Gustav Mahler’s name can never be overlooked when dissecting the forebearers of classical music. Read more


 It was not very long ago, precisely in the very recent-past, by the earlier birth of technology in the 21st century, where major inventory and persistent proliferation of frequent but modernized methodology came finally to stay.

Then, to announce one’s presence as a global partaker of the new revolution was by having an e-mail account, of which Yahoo® and intolerable nicknames played a major part, if not in all countries, at least in the part of the world where I trace my ancestry. Remarkably within a sudden blink of the eyes, these contents have been upgraded to certain heights that suit our needs, of which only the Seaman’s view could then see to assertain a decade ago, or perhaps lesser, depending on one’s own analysis and inclination. Read more


 ‘If something bigger than the farm is dug up, the barn is indeed sold’- as do this Igbo proverb reiterate. I have off-late been sparked up and revitalized on reading more books by African  writers. Upon the positive inroads by African writers across the length and breadth of the globe, I find it just logic and reasonable that I read more books by them. Over the years, we’ve witnessed the exploits by Nigerian writers on the international arena and even with the passage of time have increased in numbers. Mentioning of names would not be of much significance. I believe that Nigeria is arguably the main powerhouse of Sub-sahara African literature. As a fellow writer who is always ready to evince myself up to both the old and contemporary forms of literature, I am somewhat driven to fortify my labyrinth of memory and as said by the Nobel Laureate the late Nadine Gordimer, in order to write, you must read. Read more