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A Dose of Needless Medicine

A Dose of Needless Medicine

by Nnimmo | November 28, 2018 | Alternatives, Analysis, Biosafety, Corporate Capture, Culture, Environment, Food, Policy, Rights of Nature/Mother Earth

A Dose of Needless Medicine. In this reflection we are looking at genetically modified cotton (GM) in the light of  the Tortoise Principle. There is a folktale about a time a Lion was sick and declared that all the anima

Do Not Betray Africa on Extreme Genetic Engineering

Do Not Betray Africa on Extreme Genetic Engineering

by Nnimmo | November 19, 2018 | Alternatives, Analysis, Biosafety, Climate/Ecological Crimes, Corporate Capture, Development alternatives, Environment, Food, Militarism, Policy, Rights of Nature/Mother Earth

Do Not Betray Africa on SynBio and Gene Drives As representatives of a broad range of African civil society organisations (CSOs), we do not feel represented by the delegations of Nigeria and South Africa, speaking on beh

I Dream Of Clean Creeks

I Dream Of Clean Creeks

by Nnimmo | November 17, 2018 | Analysis, Climate/Ecological Crimes, Dirty Energy, Environment, Poetry, Rights of Nature/Mother Earth

I dream of clean creeks. Writing about the creeks and swamps of the Niger Delta can be quite a struggle for me at times. Many times, I have set aside my poetry quill and declared to myself that I would no longer write po

The Instigator debuts

The Instigator debuts

by Nnimmo | November 12, 2018 | Alternatives, Analysis, Climate/Ecological Crimes, Corporate Capture, Environment, Policy, Rights of Nature/Mother Earth, Stories

My weekly column, The Instigator,  commenced on Friday 9 November 2018 in The Leadership newspaper.  You can join the weekly conversation by getting the hard copies on by looking it up online. We will be sharing the piec

We can plant a seed

We can plant a seed

by Nnimmo | November 12, 2018 | Alternatives, Biosafety, Corporate Capture, Culture, Environment, Food, Poetry, Rights of Nature/Mother Earth

We can plant a seed Way back yesterday In the glow of nighttime fires We sat around steamy bowls Carving up mounds of foo foo Then dipping our hands in hot soups Mouths long open awaited the feast With every bite our ton