Johnson Babalola

The Sacrifice

Go back home, call your cabinet members, members of your family and your friends. Inform…

Fraudsters, God and a Phone Call

The night before was busy as I had watched back-to-back NBA Playoff games into the…

Freedom of speech: Unintended consequences

We must always be in control of our utterances, writings, and actions. You never know…

Power, Slap, God and Us

By Johnson Babalola It was a hot afternoon in a town called Abeokuta in Nigeria.…

My Mother’s Kitchen Cabinet

“Mom, look at this kitchen even though it is already renovated by dad. The colours…

Vicarious Versus Environmental Trauma: A Long-Distance Conversation

Like all Diasporans, Johnson Babalola, a Canada based lawyer, management consultant and public affairs analyst,…

A Plane Has Ears Too

We don’t have enough public universities to start with. Those in place have several problems…

Deliverance Request: My Father and the Witches

By Johnson Babalola “Hello my son, how are you?” “Very well Pastor. Thank you for…

Port of Entry: A Praying Experience

Johnson Babalola, a Canada-based lawyer, writer and public affairs analyst, uses this dialogue style to…

The Uber Ride: Where is Home?

By Johnson Babalola     “Johnson?”   “Yes. Frank?”   “Yes. You are heading to ABC…