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By Eniola Faleye  Human beings are creatures created in the image and likeness of God, who made us Himself. Not only are we fashioned in His image, but we are also uniquely crafted, set apart from all other creations as special beings. We possess distinct features that differentiate us from every other creature. We are special because: We are created in the image and likeness of God. We are given the opportunity to ask for mercy, grace, and love. We are blessed with a unique brain, enabling us to think and reason in ways no other creature can. We are endowed with diverse talents that further highlight our uniqueness. We are given the chance to make mistakes and to amend our ways. Not all creatures share these special attributes. Yet, despite these blessings, we are also the most dangerous creatures on earth. We have the capacity to commit all forms of evil, including: Disobedience, which is evil in the sight of God. Killing one another or using others for rituals just to gain wealt...

By Adeyemi Victoria Nifemi In the warm and lively streets of Nigeria, from the bustling city of Lagos to the calm villages of Enugu, there is one food that unites all, regardless of tribe, religion, or status, without discrimination or rules binding it: rice.  Whether it's served with spicy stew, fried with vegetables, or cooked in palm oil as jollof rice, rice is more than just food; it is a symbol of celebration, comfort, and unity. From childhood to adulthood, Nigerians grow up with rice at the center of family meals. On Sundays after church, the sweet aroma of fried rice or jollof rice fills the air in many homes. During festive seasons like Christmas, Eid, or weddings, no celebration is complete without steaming pots of well-garnished rice. Even at naming ceremonies and birthday parties, rice remains the champion of the table. But what makes rice so special to Nigerians? First, it is easily available and can be cooked in various delicious ways. Unlike some other me...

By Gbadero, Rukayat Abike. On a single lane, where gentle touch heals every soul, Our voices rose, demanding justice,  Freeing minds, just for their own sake, Favouring nobles, yawning rights in vain, As centuries past, Justinian Code showcase. On the lane, appearing to be vanity, Where we couldn't talk, hear, see, walk but could sense, Our minds at sky, demanding justice, As our cries echo, watching with yawning mouths, Freeing souls, for their own sake. With time, as spring's first showers, From morning to night, We serve the victory to attract, Appointing us for menial, a milestone achieved, As whispers of forgotten love beginning to emerge, like gentle shower of blessings. Like morning dew, seeing ability in disability, Wheelchairs rolling, ramps and rails paving the way, Auditory training claiming, our voices loud and proud to boast hearing, Embracing diversity, side by side not mentally challenged, Where education's doors embracing with open arms.