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
Owerri, 1968.A city gasping for breath in a tightening ring of steel.Federal troops had surrounded it; food was gone, medicine a memory, and hope, rationed like salt.Yet, inside that circle of siege, something fierce was alive. A spirit that refused to surrender.Owerri was not just a battlefield, it was the last heartbeat of a dream.
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
