By CrossRiverWatch Admin I live in Calabar, and as opposed to the one sided myth of a writers sad life, I am a happy child. At eleven I started trying out writing and public speaking, I remember the joy and motivation I felt when a local church used my tender words in their harvest magazine,
There are a lot of questions that need answers, a lot of errors and omissions. Although this generation was born to a certain number of virtues, we seek to know why the vices are more. The generation seeks to know why the famous city of Canaan which is supposed to flow with milk and honey
I obviously do not know who owns the road but it is a total disaster. I’ll tell you why. I set out on a journey to Obudu, Yes, my dear local government. Through the only means of transportation visible to the northern part of the state. I wasn’t frightened by the thought of passing through
They all laid with hope radiating from their eye balls.. I walked in of course with my strength. Good afternoon mam.. You are welcome my dear.. She replied rapidly.. I was quietly led to a room whose temperature was rather heartbreaking. As I walked in, little voices of sincerity kept crying from different angles. Little
After begging the people of Akpabuyo to lead me through their peaceful protest, After swimming through a pool of thick mud and finding my way to dry land, After missing our way and ending up in the dead end of another Bakassi, After trekking long distance because the motorcycle chose a bushy area of all
It was a pathetic state that needed a saviour.. It was a black hole that needed to be washed and allowed to sparkle… She wasn’t a NIGERIA yet, just a young maiden with a lot of dreams, ambitions and potentials that laid helplessly in the hands of lords. She was crowded with people who traded
It was a sunny afternoon! Calabar sun was having its regular competition with only God knows who. Human and every other living thing seemed to wither under the intense sun. Trust me, it wasn’t a weather to smile at. But I found myself in a cab along Marian by Ekong Ita road. Just when the
Something Worse Than Death Okay, let us call her IMA-OBONG, she doesn’t use to have those tears you see in her eyes, she was born happily and the earth received her with joy as usual, her community welcomed her and blessed her existence. Amazing how fast she grew, she was a bunch of blessing and