Family In The Church I was shocked at last week’s response from my readers, It’s amazing how we take things for granted. I couldn’t believe how many people wrote telling me about their experiences and particularly in the place where they were supposed to feel the safest. Today it’s the Church. Mrs. Chuks (real name
Cross River is always on my mind. Her people are unique, her culture is rich, and her admirers are many. In much of our history, we have often been taken for-granted, and some have called us names. Our people are loyal followers. Sometimes we follow without questions. In some cases, we align with specific political
The Cross River State Governor Senator Professor Benedict Ayade in his inaugural speech unveiled some of his plans for the state in what he termed signature projects. Prominent among these were the proposed Calabar deep sea port and its evacuation corridor, the Calabar – Ikom – Ogoja – Obudu Super highway. The citizens and residents
Last week, the action Governor of Cross River State, Senator Ben Ayade performed some very important state assignments that would be critical to the successful implementation of the state policy direction and development blueprint as marked out under his pragmatic leadership. As part of his strong commitment towards the realization of setting up a special
Friend Or Foe Life is a mix of ups and downs, happiness and sadness. The feeling of being betrayed is shattering especially when it’s by family. When life deals you a blow like that, it’s a challenge you must brave up to and face squarely knowing blood is thicker than water. Is everything okay, she
Our ideology towards the duties of members of the House of Assembly goes a long way to determine the level of effectiveness, and consistency in quality service delivery we will get from them. The best of Imoke’s political outing that went down well with me was the consensus candidates he supported for the Cross River
A recent edition of the crossriverwatch.com published a report in which it alleged a conspiracy of former general managers of the Cross River State Newspaper Corporation, publishers of the Nigerian Chronicle and Weekend Chronicle, to sell some houses of the corporation to themselves which were left in trust with them to take care of. Though
My Brother, Yet Not My Blood We used to walk to school together as children, holding our mothers’ hands each as they took the walk down our street to school. We grew through the years as close as we can be, sharing most of our lives together. The tears and the joy, our achievements, our