Yar'Adua, Mutallab And The Banks

A short Christmas break I had gave me the opportunity to understand the burden one bears who makes observing public events his business: you can never observe from the sidelines. To put it in another way, the editor, in the real sense of the word, has no holiday! I was at home in Umuaji-Umuida, my village in Enugu-Ezike in Enugu State, helping myself to fresh, frothy palm wine in the midst of some local folks when my cell phone rang. It was late morning on Monday, December 28 last year. One of my younger colleagues on the Sunday Desk of The Guardian was on the line. "Editor, did you read our story on Mutallab?" he asked.