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I must complete my Freetown diary. I left it hanging like clothing on a line. DAY 4. I play tennis again. I play two sets this time instead of the usual one. I am following my own prescription of exercising...

I go for my tennis 'lesson' again, early. I am the one delivering the lessons this time. Aliyu is now 'humble'. A fantastic coach, but I crush him again in another match, 6-4. It lasts about an hour. He admits...

Freetown, oh Freetown, nothing is free in Freetown o!  That's Uncle Jimmy Johnson's message to me when he read last week that I am in Freetown. He is right, nothing is free here. I have learnt that in the four...

Your Excellency, A matter of national interest and attention. I write on behalf of the 22 members of the 1980 national football squad, the Green Eagles.

This may be stranger than fiction. You cannot believe where I am as I write this. I am sitting at the SAHCOL airport VIP lounge at the Murtala Muhammed International airport in Lagos, waiting to board an airline I heard...