Who would in the widest of his imaginations forget even after series of reminders that he was to be the Chairman of an occasion? What would be the justification for there to be no persons, family relations and friends who attended this occasion?
Here I am to reflect on one of the rampart cases of what I would like to call cultural enslavement: the Umuada Saga. I am not here to prescribe or proscribe, nor am I here to condemn or praise, I am here to open the eyes of many.
