On Muammar Gaddafi: Teacher, don’t teach me nonsense, by Osmund Agbo I was one of the freshly-minted medical doctors serving my one year of mandatory internship (housemanship) at the Military Hospital, Myhoung Barracks in Yaba, Lagos. The year was 1998, but I can still vividly recall how they came in boatloads. Most were young men in their late twenties to early thirties, their faces etched with fear and their bodies bearing the weight of invisible scars. I revulsed as anxiety radiated from them, and many showed unmistakable signs of debilitating post-traumatic...