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By Farooq A. Kperogi I was looking for food, fresh Nigerian food, and I ended up in a “united nations.” That’s the summation of my recent...
By Farooq A. Kperogi I was looking for food, fresh Nigerian food, and I ended up in a “united nations.” That’s the summation of my recent...
By Farooq A. Kperogi I knew I was in a different part of the United States when we passed the state of Maryland and got into the “New En...
By Farooq A. Kperogi In our eastward ascension to Rhode Island, the first state we passed through was South Carolina, Georgia’s immediat...
By Farooq A. Kperogi Have you ever traveled on a bus continuously for 51 hours (that is, for over two days!) with only occasional layove...
By Farooq A. Kperogi This week, I am lifting a compelling news story from the Associated Press about threats of secession in the United Stat...
By Farooq A. Kperogi After reading a couple of email responses to my last two articles on the debt culture in America, I realize that I prob...
By Farooq A. Kperogi The reason my friend was not allowed to buy the cell phone was because he had no credit history. The cell phone company...
By Farooq A. Kperogi On April 5 this year, I read a Nigerian newspaper editorial bewailing the piteous savings culture among Nigerians. The ...
By Farooq A. Kperogi This article is a sequel to my piece on Oprah Winfrey’s alleged condemnation of Nigerians. If you recall, a lette...
By Farooq A. Kperogi This piece was originally serialized for eight weeks in my weekly column called "Notes from Atlanta" in t...