Eyin'juOdu

Five years after, we met again this was 22 years after we left school ,in 1986. We had met about five years ago at the lagos murtala muhammed Airport, when he came home briefly. I once again hooked up with my fav school mate and brother, Olumuyiwa Ojo alias ojays. I had been junketing round the States inthe past two weeks, and came to Chicago-enroute DC. We met at the Chicago-Ohare airport, he came with his second child, Tobi, a tall, gangling beautiful young man, who has the very face of his father. Really what Tobi looks like today was the very face Muyiwa had at the time of our graduation. Now here is the catch, Muyiwa is one of those chaps who will never aged. He still has the youngish 17ish look save for the face hairs, which i suspect he must have deliberately kept to stress on his correct age. When i saw the two men walking towards me, i felt a strong sense of nostalgia. I recalled very much the bonding that was between me and Muyiwa. Aside being his schoolmate, i used to go han...

A season for distressed artistes By Jahman Anikulapo (First published in 2002) Only the Festac Town access bridge separates the two distressed men. The one lives in a black of flats in the Amuwo Estate, which he won in 1973 through a ballot. The other lives in a type-8 house 'loared' to him in 1994 by his in-law. But the men created a coincidence on February 10. They rode the news in culture town. While the one in Amuwo was formally presenting his latest novel publication to his colleagues and friends at the National Theatre, Iganmu, Lagos, the Festac Towner was on the airwaves, as guest on the afternoon belt magazine programme of Radio Lagos, The Beat. The coincidence however testifies to a season of distress, not only for the two men, but for the artist. While the National Theatre's heart palpitated to the appliances and backpating that heralded the ingenuity of Hakeem in producing perhaps, the first ever compendium of names, professional specialities and addresse...