The Sound That Wasn’t Heard Freedom does not always die in the noise of war.Sometimes, it dies quietly, in the stillness that follows.In the hush between gunfire and grief, between history and denial.It dies when tongues grow tired, when memories are buried beneath slogans, when the living learn to whisper because the dead were punished […]
Freedom, today, does not fly from the mast of government houses. It walks barefoot through markets, rides on keke tires, hums in workshops, and dances in open-air studios. It’s in the unrelenting spirit of people who build, fix, and create even when the State forgets their names. In the East, you feel it strongest, that
When the Night Glowed Red They said we should forget.They said we should move on.But how do you forget a night when the sky turned red with fire, and the nation held its breath? October 20, 2020: a date that split the timeline of a generation.At the Lekki Toll Gate, young Nigerians stood, waving flags
Independence came with flags, anthems, and promises. But more than sixty years later, many Nigerians are still asking the same question: “Are we truly free?” Real freedom, beyond political declarations, lives in the stomach. It breathes in opportunity. It stands tall when a person can dream and have a fair chance to make that dream
On October 4, 1967, silence fell over Enugu. The city that had become the beating heart of Biafra, a symbol of defiance, a declaration of dignity, was captured by federal troops. Doors were shut, streets emptied, voices silenced. What fell that day was more than a capital; it was the weight of a people’s dream
