This gives insight on a dashboard that evaluates the quality of PHCN service delivery in my area.

Source September, 2012. My state of origin, which is also my state of residence, is about to mark its silver jubilee. I'm a university student and a greenhorn in the club of adulthood. I share an apartment

Friday. I get back home from work. My face wears the demeanour of a typical 9-to-5 worker in the horrid, dry January weather of sub-Saharan Africa—weak, tired, and famished. I meet Flow, one of my flatmates,

Last Friday was my birthday. Growing up, celebrating birthdays wasn't much of a big deal to me. To be honest, I used to be careless about it. I can vividly remember my elder sister, Edy, calling my phone

I wasn't planning to move into a new apartment this year. But with the removal of fuel subsidies in Nigeria and its subsequent consequential deficits, moving out became a crying need. For one, my

source I don't think that an adult should have regrets about his past actions. It's only normal to constantly recognise things in our past we feel we should've done either earlier or better. Sometimes,

Source While curating @kenechukwu97's post about a week ago via @dreemport, I was directed to this frontend, @waivio, for the first time. The fact that this frontend was launched and it has already gathered

Photo by freestocks.org Growing up, I was as gentle as a dove, tender, and somewhat fragile like a doll. Older ladies wanted to have me as their pet. After a handful of advances from ladies older than

Photo by Marek Piwnicki The current of water from the rainfall drums against the zinc roof of my grandmother's bungalow house before rolling down to the floor. As the water hit the ground, the dust attempted

Photo by Faruk Tokluoğlu More often than not, you hear people accusing religions, religion teachers, or thought leaders in general of leading people astray. In some corners, you see people attributing

Source I had just returned from my long break from the Hive platform. The phobia and thrill I had in my early days returned. Each time I tap the sign-in button, I experience a conflict of emotions. My

Image source Catina trudged repeatedly from one end of the healer's room to the other, occasionally stamping her feet. Her hands were intermittently curling to form different shapes and travelling from

Photo by Lara Jameson I know people who were christened Patience, but when they came of age, they decided to change their names to some other names. According to them, the name Patience breeds bad omens.

Photo by Helena Lopes of pexels Breeze poured from a rotating standing fan beside me and slipped itself beneath my cloth. It is caressing my bare skin—mainly the regions around my right arms, ribs, thighs,

Source My internal organs are aflame. Oh! Not every part, even though it feels so. It very well seems like embers are shoved down my throat or pushed through the other, not-too-clean opening into my stomach.

Source In my circle, it was fast becoming a culture for most teens to attend a computer school immediately after they were done with their secondary school education. That was while they were awaiting

Source If you could recall, on May 11, 2023, Hilda Bassey, a native of Akwa-Ibom State in Nigeria, embarked on a cooking marathon, which she tagged 'cookathon.' It was an attempt to break the Guiness World

Source He drew his last breath years before I had my first, but I will grow up to be numbered among the plethora of "breaths" he enabled. My paternal grandfather, christened Davidson upon his

Source On Saturday, while trying to groom my beards for Sunday service, I noticed that my clipper's blade had gotten blunt. It needed sharpening. There is nothing else to do but visit the guy who does

Source Someday last week, I received a call from Daniel, a former colleague that I haven't seen for three years, though we've had a few virtual interactions in between. He called to specifically request