My dear boy, I am tempted to begin this discourse with the famous line “The role of black fathers cannot be overemphasized,” but that might probably put you off. Besides,…
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My dear boy, Nonso bụ ọyi ahụ ka nwanne. Aside from being classmates, we were roommates. And we were proud Republikans. He participated in sports and governance of our…
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My dear boy, Dr. Jonas Akung. I was quite fond of him. Anyway, we were seated under the sound of his voice when he shared his stories. Today, I’ll…
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My dear boy, I’m from the generation of Tommy Hilfiger boxers and 50 Cent’s G-Unit. Baggy clothes were the killer fit. All-Star sneakers were a must. A few bandanas…
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How did no one speak about it? I had heard over four stories on the morning news in the past three weeks. Over 4 deaths were recorded by young…
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My dear boy, Unbalanced teaching of God’s word is dangerous. I write to you to make clear certain struggles you will face a few years from now. You will…
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Chudi stood in front of the class and read the piece he wrote. “Write from your heart,” the teacher said. “If I broke your heart, I’m not sorry; I…
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I love pickup trucks. Leave it at Hilux because we’ve been taught to be content. So, we love what we can afford. Well, secondhand Hilux pickup trucks. Make sure it’s…
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Written by: Enare, Shalom-Ken. Man is a remarkable living entity, intricately woven into the fabric of existence. Just as an organism relies on its inert components, those fundamental building…
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My son, You are no cattle hence we need new names. We need new names. We need new names because “Chibuzor” is the name of the enemy who must not…