DAMILOGOGLE'S BLOG

Doctor is basically a title for teachers or scholars. It was derived from the Latin word doceō (I teach). Ironically, it has been observed that the use of Doctor’s title is confusing in today’s world. For example, if someone is addressed as doctor today, no one can properly predict their profession or qualification. This is so because in a general sense, there are three (3) majorly recognized bearer of the Doctor’s title in Nigeria. We have the Medical Doctors, Academic doctors (PhD) and honorary Doctors. Although, there are other bearers of Doctors title, but in Nigeria, these are the 3 mostly recognized and used in public space. From the laymen point of view, the only people mostly recognized as doctors are medical practitioners. As a matter of fact, some laymen do not know there are other kind of doctors. Recently, I heard of a story in which a man is called doctor in his area. One day, a child suddenly fell sick early in the morning, but rather than rush the child to the hos

With his unkempt beard, an obsession with the mystical and the occult, and a powerful hold over Russia’s  leader, it isn’t hard to see why Aleksandr Dugin is likened to a modern-day Rasputin. The ultra-nationalist, ultra-conservative philosopher has a considerable profile in Russia, where he is known as ‘Putin’s brain’, his writings and utterances providing an ideological veneer for the president’s cynical power plays. Beyond his country’s borders, he has been a less familiar figure – but that is now beginning to change, both as Vladimir Putin’s actions become increasingly reckless, and as Dugin himself becomes a guru for far-right activists in the West. Of course, his distinctive appearance, and unmistakable likeness to the ‘Mad Monk’ who bewitched the family of Russia’s last Tsar, have helped considerably in this. Dugin is, though, far from being ‘Russia’s greatest love machine’. Born in 1962, he is in a long-standing, apparently stable marriage to fellow philosophy graduate Na

Fellow Nigerians, today’s epistle was inspired last minute by an encounter I had last night with a Buharideen. I had been contemplating what to write about this week when I ran into a staff of Indomie Noodles, the most popular noodle-processing company possibly in Africa, at a restaurant in Ikeja, Lagos. The gentleman had walked up to me for a quick chat, which was perfectly in order, as far as I was concerned. Indeed, this is a regular occurrence most places I go. It is always likely that I run into those who usually walk up to me to request selfies or general discussion. And so, this young man announced himself as my fan. He did not stop there, he said he follows me on Twitter and enjoys my tweets but added matter-of-factly, so to say, that he does not always agree with me. I responded that I was grateful for his appreciation of me and his following, but I added that two people can never agree on everything, all the time. Out of curiosity, I asked what his points of disagreements