The National Association of liberation Tigers (NALT); a civil society social movement of over 10,000 Nigerian
citizens from different disciplines across the globe, joins the rest of the world to condemn the recent attacks on
foreigners especially Nigerians and other Africans nationals in South Africa.
This sad turn of events is a departure
from the continent's ongoing re-visioning of African integration as a panacea for African solutions to African
NALT decries that this is a set back to our collective will as Africans in stretching out hands of friendship and
goodwill across borders.
This further undermines the position of our continent as the new investment destination
of the world as well the emerging global power block.
We haven’t worked together for
almost a decade, but Christina was my first – and best – work wife. She picked
me up when I fell backwards off the stage at the office Christmas party, and
let me crash on her sofa the following year when I lost all my possessions and
couldn’t get into my flat. We’ve travelled from Caracas to Kiev together and
still go on holiday when we can, children and partners allowing. When she got
married I was her bridesmaid. But the defining moment when I
realised she was my work wife happened eight years ago when I was made
redundant from the company we worked at together. It was my first job, and I’d
been there almost four years. I kind of knew it was time to leave, and it
wasn’t the biggest shock in the world but, still, no one really expects that
conversation on a Monday afternoon. I wouldn’t have bought all my lunches for
the week from the supermarket next door an hour earlier if I had. After being told I was probably
losing my job, I went straight to the pub …
In today's history but with a touch of shock i just learnt of this story via http://kirbyhistories.blogspot.com culled from Time.
Apparently in the heart land of Abaliki located in South eastern Nigeria ,Nigeria had what can best be described as a cult with serial killers. the Time magazine article of 1958 below states.
In the vast British tropical colony of
Nigeria, the back-country people of the Eastern Region have long been a
troublesome lot to officialdom. Mostly half-naked farmers, they take
unusual delight in staging bloody campaigns against vaccinations, and
in setting schools on fire. Each time the police must come in to
restore order. But of all the assignments that the police have
undertaken, none has produced such eerie results as the search of the
house of Chief Nwiboko Obodo.