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BREAKING NEWS: Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba Nominated for The Future Awards Africa 2025 Prize for...

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In a moment of well-deserved recognition, multi-brand entrepreneur and celebrated author Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba has been nominated for The Future Awards Africa (TFAA) 2025...

Nigeria @ 65: A Story of Hunger and Hope

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By Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba Sixty-five years after raising our green and white flag, Nigeria still stands; not because the road has been smooth, but because...

When the Ship Sinks, Honour Must Not

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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

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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.

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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...

Injustice in the Skies: The Inhumane Treatment of Comfort Emmanson

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There are moments in history when a single story forces us to confront who we are as a people. The treatment of Miss Comfort...

When did age become the gold standard for intelligence or readiness?

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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 –...

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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...

The Knife Came from the Hand I Held – Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba

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The sheep lived her whole life fearing the wolf. The beast in the wild. The shadow in the distance. She never dared to wander far. She listened,...

When Grief Knocks, Don’t Rush to Close the Door – Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba

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When sorrow walks into a room, it doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it slips in quietly, takes a seat in the corner, and waits, unnoticed....