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Rebulding Kaduna

on October 13, 2019

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Marriage Adrift

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Mission to Venezuela

At DSC Technical High School, we read King Solomon's Mines. Maps stained with danger! Men propelled by courage! Distant lands waiting to be discovered! Only decades later did the question arrive: what exactly were we being taught? Morality? Or conquest with better PR? Long before press briefings and legal memoranda, there was a story we told ourselves: men who crossed borders with courage as their visa, who stepped over rules as though rules were shrubs, who returned with treasure because the story said they must. The land was silent. The gold was waiting. The law had no speaking role. That story grew legs. Strong ones. It jogged through centuries, picked up speed during the colonial era, briefly went to the gym during the Cold War, and today it's running marathons in business casual attire. The mine is gone now, but the instinct thrives. The treasure has learned new names: democracy, stability, freedom, strategic interests, and—my personal favorite—the necessity of correcti...

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