Nigerian News Leader First with details then facts 
By Azu Ishiekwene
My mother used to warn me that the words of my mouth could claim my head if I weren’t careful. She should have saved that warning for another man: Nasir El-Rufai, former minister and governor of Kaduna State. I’ve often joked that even if you beheaded El-Rufai and minced his skull, his tongue would still be wagging. Those who have been in his crosshairs might agree.
By Demola Bakare fsi, anipr
In Nigeria’s anti-corruption discourse, we often celebrate the spectacle of arrests, prosecutions, and convictions. Headlines scream, social media roars, and public anger briefly finds relief. Yet, after the noise fades, corruption stubbornly persists—mutating, adapting, and resurfacing in new forms. This reality invites a difficult but necessary question: Are we fighting corruption only after the damage has been done, or are we doing enough to stop it from happening in the first place?
By Bolanle Bolawole
I watched the video of a traditional ruler from Igboland, Eze Ogbunechendo of Ezema Kingdom, HRM Igwe Lawrence Okolie Agbuzu OON, CFR, making three controversial statements at the first National Traditional and Religious Leaders Summit held in Abuja last Tuesday.
By Bolanle Bolawole
Unlike Comrade Dipo Fashina (aka Jingo) and Comrade Segun Osoba, Comrade (Professor) Biodun Jeyifo never taught me at the University of Ife (renamed Obafemi Awolowo University), Ile-Ife. But like other Marxist lecturers at the university such as Professor Toye Olorode, Idowu Awopetu, G. G. Darah, Malam Femi Taiwo and many others, BJ actually taught me outside the classroom walls.
By Azu Ishiekwene
There Was a Country, lamented Chinua Achebe, Nigeria’s literary icon and one of the world’s greatest storytellers. Achebe’s title evokes many things in the mind beyond its primary thematic concern – a journal of the author’s experiences of the Biafran War, which raged between 1967 and 1970. Among other things, it raises the question: What happened to the country?
By Segun Adediran
The architecture of death row is not built of stone and steel, but of stagnant time. To be on death row is to live in the "After"—dead, yet living. You are a ghost inhabiting a body that the state has already marked as a tragic clerical error. It is the only place on Earth where the future is not a mystery, but a fixed point on a calendar: a Tuesday at dawn, a Thursday at midnight, creeping toward you with the silent, rhythmic inevitability of a tide.
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