Nigerian News Leader
First with details then facts 
By Hassan Gimba
This article was first published on the 4th of April, 2022. It is as relevant today as it was then. Only that it is now: No one is safe, not only nowhere. What with Generals being killed on the roads (read General Alkali), abducted from their fortified homes (read General Tsafe), or whisked on the highways (read General Rabe), and killed in the bushes, not in active service, or prisoner of war (POW), but as a shackled captive.
By Brakemi Tiemo Peace
Many years ago, I use to have a friend who thinks that the world revolves around social media. She prefers posting on social media rather than doing house chores and studying. Due to the way she speaks around me, I started seeing the world differently. I usually compare myself to other public figures and celebrities, how they appear on social media seems almost perfect. And I begin to question myself: Why can’t I be like these people? Why can’t I have the things these people have? My whole perception changed totally as I began questioning myself.
By Fred Chukwuelobe
Kenneth Okonkwo, popularly known as Andy, shot into the limelight in the blockbuster 1992 movie Living in Bondage. It was an iconic film and a must-watch in those days, helping to lay the foundation for what later became Nollywood. After a few other movies that did not enjoy the same level of success, he gradually disappeared from public view, only to re-emerge years later on the political scene.
By Chuka Nnabuife
As Nigeria marks Democracy Day, the true purpose of self-rule and governance deserves reflection. Beyond elections and political transitions, what about development, peace, and making communities genuinely livable? How many governments at the local, state, and federal levels truly prioritise these goals?
By Steve Osuji
Today is exactly three years since President Bola Tinubu was installed as Nigeria's president. For the country and her citizens, these years have been defined by hellish regression and hopelessness.
By Stanley Ojah
I can't sleep any longer. Several apparitive phone calls keep ringing in my ears. I can't sleep, I can't rest, and I can't fathom the depth of the abyss those 'phantoms' are begging me to pull them out of. I am dying to help them live. My eyes see, in darkness, the genuflecting, degenerating hands, outstretched, beckoning, begging, and clutching at nothing for hope and help. It is not my help they keep calling. It is my clothes they won't stop tugging. The name they are calling is a name that is higher than my name and your name.
