Women as Victims of Humans Trafficking
Hamid Fatimah Omotayo writes, In our contemporary world, women are the most molested beings– they give them no regard, they are seen as sex objects and nothing more aside that.…
The pen is mightier than the gun
Hamid Fatimah Omotayo writes, In our contemporary world, women are the most molested beings– they give them no regard, they are seen as sex objects and nothing more aside that.…
Abdulkareem Hassan writes, It has been bothering me since the first time I was admitted to Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto, about the young boys called ‘Yaro boys’, some people called…
Ibraheem Rasaq Bolarinwa writes, Success is subjective as it does not have a particular definition, but ideally, success can be a result or destination or even an opportunity. We commonly…
Abdulkareem Ismail writes, Constipation is one of the most common problems of the digestive system. It is a universal problem that doesn’t care about the rank, age, profession, sex, status…
Yusuf kawthar Bukola writes, The growth of a nation is largely dependent on young people, who inarguably, are the work force of that nation. Nigerian youth are the incubators of…
Hamidu Alhassan (Abu-Huzaipha-Lafiagi) writes, It’s no myth, but a glaring fact that most people constrain the meaning of education to only having high intelligence quotients, which is wrong. People disregard…
Faruq Ibrahim Olaoti reports, The Students’ Union Caretaker Committee of Usmanu Danfodiyo University Sokoto, under the chairmanship of Muhammad Shamshudeen Umar, has commended the efforts of the university management over…
Abdulrasheed Akere Abdulkareem writes, Life is a flood of missions to accomplish, in the face of infinite battles, calling on every man to seek strength and prepare to overcome the…
Hamid Fatimah Omotayo writes, Many a time, people judge books by their covers, but such action is not appropriate. One has to move close to something to know its actual…
To the skulls the ground swallowed To the dreams that got ruptured To the faces bereaved of smiles And afternoons of collapsed skeletons To the moments that tick behind the…