This piece, though somewhat rambling in nature, attempts to capture my feelings about my two weeks stay at Washington DC, America’s capital city. It is more of a diary than an essay, sort of like what one would enter into ones daily journal about ones feelings about certain experiences one had. Those who could learn from this piece will learn from it, those who will not or cannot learn from it will not; people are at different stages in their mental and emotional developments and what is useful for some is noise for others.

US government regulations for cosmetics were developed over forty years ago when scientists believed that lotions and other products applied topically didn't have a significant impact on the body. At that time the skin was considered a protective barrier that prevented chemicals from entering the body.

Please, could somebody be nice to this hapless nation and walk across to President Umar Musa Yar'Adua's cosy castle in Aso Villa, where not a few believe he is still in bed enjoying a very refreshing midmorning sleep, wake him with a very gentle tap on his shoulder, and ask him what his reaction would likely be if he was suddenly roused from deep slumber with the tragic news that the Niger Bridge had collapsed

Perhaps those calling for the boycott do not know what they are doing to me. They want to put asunder to what God has joined together. The British Airways is my darling and nobody can separate us. I cannot live without my darling whom I fell in love with, before and even after I knew about her incorrigible character. It’s the BA that had helped transport my forefathers to the world of slavery in which I still embrace till today