A Different Viewpoint
23 November 2025
My forefathers were diplomatically savvy. I learnt from them firsthand before formal or Western education. I wrote against the planned invasion of Iraq under the pretext of having weapons of mass destruction in 2003. We all know the consequences of that violation of international law by the United States of America and its allies on…
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Facebook: Are We In An Abusive Relationship? By Kunle Ojeleye On November 01, 2024, I commented in response to one by Folake on a post by Egbon Abiodun. Suddenly, I received a message from Facebook that my account was disabled. I was instructed to take a selfie and upload it for Facebook to determine if…
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Laraba: Nollywood Movie by Kunle Ojeleye In the early days of Nollywood, One of the most memorable films I watched was, “Laraba”. The film highlighted the challenges of inter-ethnic relationships in Nigeria. However, what has stuck mostly in my memory for years, Is the title soundtrack, “I Love You So…My Love”, The lyrics of which…
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Ebi Npa Wa: A Letter To The Yoruba by Kunle Ojeleye Obey Commander sang “Operation Feed the Nation”. King Sunny Ade crooned about “Isu di wiwon”. How many years back were these songs? Between then and now, how much of an increase in farming engagement has occurred in the Southwest of Nigeria? As I travel…
Read More about Ebi Npa Wa: A Letter To The YorubaWe are too ‘woke’ as Yoruba, and it is destroying us. by Kunle Ojeleye I have in the past written about Indians, Pakistanis and Bengalis in Europe, and I have found the same true of them in Canada. Their children who have never stepped into India, Pakistan or Bangladesh are as steeped in their culture…
Read More about We are too ‘woke’ as Yoruba, and it is destroying us.I Cherish Gestures Many May Not Think Of. By Kunle Ojeleye It was 03 March 2017. A day to the public presentation of my father’s autobiography. Some weeks before, when Dipo Gatos heard of the planned event, he called me and promised an audio recording to celebrate Dad’s belated 80th birthday. When I got to…
Read More about I Cherish Gestures Many May Not Think Of.This Day Six Years Ago. by Kunle Ojeleye He was to turn 80 in August 2016. He had never celebrated any birthday to talk less of a milestone. I had asked him very early in the year what he would like to do, and he expressed the desire to have a short celebration around the…
Read More about This Day Six Years Ago.No Heir, No Spare. by ‘Kunle Ojeleye I have twins. They both have their strengths and weaknesses. From the womb, one seems eager to learn and do things earlier than the other. He was the one that burst their mum’s water causing them to come 3 months prematurely. To underscore what I mean, he got…
Read More about No Heir, No Spare.Be Responsible, Be Accountable by ‘Kunle Ojeleye In the days I grew up, there were no telephones – no mobile phones in existence, and landlines were not accessible to us. Those were the days when you type and cyclostyle onto one huge machine, with tubes of black jelly spread across the roller before using your…
Read More about Be Responsible, Be AccountableMemory Lane. By Kunle Ojeleye Going through some documents, I stumbled on a letter written by my Mum to me in the early years of my sojourn in the UK. Given the fact that communication was not easy then as it is now, she sought to make effective usage of having a rare courier to…
Read More about Memory Lane.All Is Well, Mama. by Kunle Ojeleye 26 August 2008. We set out at about 630 am for the daily commute into London. I intended to drop my wife off in Catford and make my way to Kent to view some properties. With Wanwa’s death a year earlier, the house became empty and too big,…
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The Uncomfortable Truth. I am not worried about my brothers from the SS and SE. Those ones are ready for wahala any day, and they will give double for any trouble that comes their way. It is you, Yoruba, that I am worried about. You are the ones whose most offensive household weapon is the…
Read More about The Uncomfortable Truth.L’ábẹ́ igi òrómbó by Kunle Ojeleye I sat travelling back in time. To 40 years ago, when we toiled for many days, digging and cracking the rocks underneath the soil, to plant tens of citrus trees out of which less than five survived. I remembered the days gone by, when the gate gets opened voluntarily…
Read More about L’ábẹ́ igi òrómbóDateline 04 March 2017 by Kunle Ojeleye “𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 10 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜…𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦…
Read More about Dateline 04 March 2017𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑝𝑎’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑢𝑝, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. My viewpoint on all cut corner, get rich schemes and money-making ritual killings is a re-post from 2017. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬…𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝟎𝟕 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕. God bless my Mama’s soul. Growing up, my mum will question…
Read More about 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬…He Is 50. “Ẹ pe mi ti ẹ ba de Ibadan.” Mo ti npe ẹ. Ibo lo wa? “Boya network. Ibo lẹ wa n’isin?” Mo ti wọ Ibadan or mo ti k’ọja Iwo Road. “Se ile lẹ nlọ straight?” Bẹni. “Ma ba yin n’ile.” A typical conversation with one of the most amazing human beings…
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