I am getting old. I don't know how I could have forgotten
this story, given its relevance to the Nigerian tragedy (a tragedy which shall
prevail until we make some progress in rewiring the atrocious psychology of the
Nigerian).
My brother from another mother, Bayo Aregbesola, a
Director in Canada’s Federal civil service, reminds me of something that
happened during our days at the University of British Columbia in the 1990s.
Those were our wild oats graduate student days. We crawled the nightclubs of
Vancouver to get our beering right between intra and interracial dating.
