When the Ship Sinks, Honour Must Not
Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba
Storms have always been the ultimate test of leadership. They strip away the glitter of titles and expose the very core of...
When Sorry Is Just Another Knife
Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba
Forgiveness is not difficult. That is the tragedy.It flows too easily, so much that people have learned to misuse it. They wrong...
Small rooms. Big dreams.
By Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba
Greatness doesn’t always begin in boardrooms or mansions. More often, it begins in small rooms with ceilings too low for the...
Importance of Voting right for prison inmates in Nigeria
By Deji Adeyanju Esq.
It is important for prison inmates in Nigeria, particularly those not convicted of capital offences or whose convictions are under appeal,...
Injustice in the Skies: The Inhumane Treatment of Comfort Emmanson
There are moments in history when a single story forces us to confront who we are as a people. The treatment of Miss Comfort...
THE COWARD’S PLAYBOOK
A weak man doesn’t stumble into weakness; he breeds it,wears it like armor made of rot,and calls it strength.
He bruises with his words,wounds with...
The Fear of the Igbo: How Ethnic Propaganda and State Policy Strangle Development in...
By Charles Ude, Esq.
Abstract
The systemic marginalization of the Igbo people, driven by deep-seated fear, political rivalry, and economic suppression, now extends far beyond the...
The Dawn That Writes Itself: ChatGPT-5 and the Quiet Revolution
Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba
We often imagine revolutions with noise marches, megaphones, gunpowder bursts.
But some revolutions unfold in silence, beneath fingertips, behind screens, within codes.
July 2025...
When did age become the gold standard for intelligence or readiness?
The Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB) in Nigeria recently reaffirmed 16 years as the minimum age for admission into tertiary institutions.
And I ask,...
Even those we took the bullet for complained that our blood stained them –...
We didn’t just stand in the line of fire
we caught the bullet with our bare chest,
thinking love would make them understand pain.
But instead...
