Lately I have conspiciously engaged myself in a trilling biography: POWER, POLITICS & DEATH. A front-row account of Nigeria under late President Yar'Adua. It's an intoxicating narrative, edifying, compulsive and compelling, all rolled into one.
The writer: Mr Olusegun Adeniyi an erudite in the art of journalism, being an erstwhile editor of THISDAY whose knife-edge socio-political critque of the Nigerian system magnitized global appluads and accolades was eventually courted into that very same system to be the towncrier of an ailling President.
His call degenerated from a mere spokeman to the daunting chores of time bidding; one of mirroring an incapacitated President whom he scarcely ever saw but was supposed to paint in as much perfect light as possible for public consumption.

Beyond that, he was caught in a political cross fire, a web of intrigue and deception. A world were the individualist struggle for supremacy and loyalty amongst power brokers within the enigmatic terrain of Aso Rock outran the interest of national unity. A world where the dividing line of enthnicity and religion spoke volume of our alienation and estrangement. Nonetheless both the lead cast and those with supporting roles evetually alighted from the capsized boot either with all gone or a fraction of their personality tinted, never to remain as the seeing world thought it to be.
In the book, he essentially exposed the travail of a great man: Umaru Musa Yar'Adua who was seemingly blessed with an immaculate soul but literally cursed with a feeble body mechanism. At the long run the fragile flesh outwitted the fair soul and the political chess board was turned upside down. Thus the beginning of the present day Jonathanians