Dirty hands in Equity You come to the court of conscience with soil under your nails. You come with the dust of the struggle still on your palms, the grit of survival ground into your skin. He who seeks equity must come with clean hands, says...
Tragedy of Kindness Gone Wrong A hand stretched forth with noble intent, Yet kindness stumbled where crowds crumpled. In Ibadan’s heart, in Abuja’s plains, In Okija’s streets, echoes of pain. Children’s laughter turned to cries...
