In contemprary Nigeria, is teaching a worthy profession?
Today is exactly one year, one month and eight days of the unfortunate accident that I had the early morning, about 5am, Saturday 31st March 2018 in a hotel in Karim Lamido town of K/Lamido LGÀ in Taraba State. I sustained fracture of the femur head of my right thigh bone. That moment of the accident I thought it was the end of life. The end of a checkered life of a thorough bred public servant who will go unknown, unappreciated, wronged, cheated and humiliated. Even in retirement I always nursed the feeling that some day, someone, the authorities will revisit my travails most of which were documented but few acted on, and restore my dignity and personal loss suffered financially and in ego. I was born in Faren Lai, a village six miles from Jada in Jada LGA (former Trust Territory) of Adamawa State. My father, Malam Bakari (Abubakar) one time the then acting village head of Gambe village, now in Mayo Belwa LGA of Adamawa State, in January 1946. At the tender age of five years I was ma