I would start this letter with a “Dear X”, but I do not know your names. I only know that your stories are familiar to us all by now: young people between your teens and your 30s, weathering storm and abuse, braving torturous paths and racist foreigners.

In one of my favorite novels by British novelist, Graham Greene, called, “Our Man in Havana,” a Cuban policeman, Captain Segura, explains to the British spy Mr. Wormold on who gets to be tortured in his country’s class system.

With the ground being readied for the upcoming 2019 elections, this will only become worse in the months to come, and largely because we do not seem to have learned from the challenges all these other organizations have faced.

In 2010, Aso Rock seemed at odds with itself, and then-Vice President, Goodluck Jonathan, could not get a look in with regards fully taking over presidential duties.

It probably does not help that the region already had its work cut out in terms of education even before the insurgency; approximately 52% of children in northeastern states were not attending school even before 2012.

I do not often comment on the plethora of Biafra-related conversations that I see on social media, but I do follow these conversation threads when I see them and find them deeply troubling.

It is tempting to draw a neat parallel between what we are currently seeing and what happened under now-late President Yar’Adua, but there are some key differences to keep in mind here.

Recently, I joined a team of development workers to travel to some parts of Adamawa State and managed to get a sense of a story that does not get told in local or international newspapers.

Vice President Yemi Osinbajo has declared that Ibrahim Magu does not need the Senate’s confirmation as the substantive Chairman of the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission...

In 2015, notorious terror group, Boko Haram, descended on Michika local government, a sleepy town several kilometres away from Yola, capital city of Adamawa State. From Bazza, through Malkohi, Mitre, Ganguluma and Mukula, the rampaging insurgents left horror in their wake and sobering tales of anguish.

With #IStandWithNigeria now in the past and Social Media Week ending last week, I have been thinking a lot about uses and effectiveness of social media for political advocacy in Nigeria.

The first time I heard the phrase “I can’t shout”, I was in a San Francisco hotel suite with an uncle and aunt and four small children trying to order pizza. We had just driven the long way from Los Angeles to San Francisco.