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Reflections On Christmas (I)

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Many people would be wondering what is so spe
cial about Christmas or the birth of Jesus Christ that his birth is annually and highly celebrated among Christians unlike any other babies.
His birth was very unique in all history because he was not conceived in the biological way as other babies; and because He had a heavenly pre-existence, there was a serious threat to His life by King Herod which forced his earthly parents, Joseph and Mary, to leave Jerusalem for Bethlehem of Judea, a place God saw that it was safer for Him to be born without being harmed by King Herod.  Matthew 2:1-12, John 1:1-3, 14.
Herod searched for Jesus but to no avail, he then made some evil pronouncements which made the people shout out to God and immediately an angel of the Lord struck King Herod down because he did not give God glory and was eaten by worms.  Acts 12:19-24.
Jesus’ birth was for a special purpose and that is to save humanity from their sins  -Romans 3: 23. It is God’s love for humanity that brought about the birth of Jesus Christ into this world to save humanity from satan’s bondage. John 3: 16.
Today, He is also known as God, the son – Creator of the universe. Philippians 2:5-11. This is why Christmas is called the incarnation, a word which means “in the flesh.” In the birth of Jesus, the eternal, all powerful and all-knowing Creator came to earth in the form of flesh. It is the celebration of His arrival that is known and called Christmas by Christians.
Some of the common questions asked are: Why would God do such a thing? Why would he come as a baby, instead of appearing in power and majesty? Why make himself a true man and live among us, when He knew full well how terrible He would be treated?
Jesus is an endowment and an embodiment of love.  It was necessary for you and me to be saved!  Luke 2:1-10; Roman 3:23 and John 3:16. Jesus commanded us to love sacrificially for our joy to remain and be full – John 15:11-17.
What actually is Christmas? This is the annual Christian festival commemorating Christ’s birth, held on every December 25 in the Western church. The divine arrival of Jesus Christ is the divine arrival of good tidings of great joy – Matt 1:18-25.
The birth of Jesus Christ represents God’s own way of showing His love to humanity by giving Jesus Christ to redeem us from our sins. Jesus gave out His time for humanity (through preaching God’s words) and caring for the sick and needy, suffer on the way to Calvary and was crucified on the cross for our sake on the cross just to save humanity from the prince of this world – the devil.  1 John 3:8 and Isaiah 9:6.
What Does Christ coming to the world represent? It represents the word of God sent to Jacob, and lighted upon Israel as the Bible tells us that darkness comprehended it not.  Isaiah 9:8.
It represents good tidings of great joy and peace. Luke 2:10-14
It is a day that Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ in the form of sharing of gifts which can be in kind, material, cash or those in need and above all, preaching repentance to unbelievers in our society by visiting them either in their homes, hospitals, orphanages, and in the prisons to show them love with whatever gifts we have for them.
Why should Christmas matter? By His fulfillment of prophecy, we are reminded that Jesus Christ is the center of God’s plan for the world. His resurrection from the dead is a further confirmation that He  is God’s Son who will deliver on every promise. Jesus in the stable is not a fable. And because the message of Christmas is true, the implications are enormous for you.
It means that God the Son, in love, came to fulfill the meaning of His name, which is “The Lord Saves.” in other words, He is “God to the Rescue,” By Jesus’ death on the cross He paid for your sins and mine. By His resurrection He has opened the way to heaven to all who receive him by faith.
What then is the essence of Christmas? The birth of Jesus Christ is the essence of Christmas celebration, because Jesus came to the world to save humanity from their sins and this is the reason for the season. It is a season for sinners to be born again according to Roman 3:23 – “For all have sinned and have come short of the glory of God.” Also, in Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ.” Jesus was born for the sake of sinners into the holy family of Mary and Joseph in Bethlehem.
Today, many do not really understand the true meaning and the essence of celebrating Christmas and as a result, have represented Christmas with different symbols in their minds thus missing out on the true meaning of what Christmas actually represents. Symbols such as: Santa Clause, different decorations with Christmas trees, colour of bulbs, materials etc. which do not depict the essence and meaning of Christmas.
It is not a season to celebrate how much food stuff we have been able to store in our warehouses such as rice, yam, beans, chicken, goats, beef, and fishes, etc. complemented with different brands of drinks, whereas the poor are dying of hunger.
Young girls/boys think it is a season either to hang out with new lovers or search for husband/wife-to-be. As it is a season when those that live abroad believe that villagers converge at a point as a one geographical entity. They seize this opportunity to search for life partners and new friends thereby indulging in acts which do not glorify God. Remember what an angel of God did to King Herod for not glorifying God.
Additionally, some take it as a season to spend all they have on clothes and food stuff, cook all their best and eat and drink as much as they could without showing love to their neighbours, friends, the needy, orphanage homes, the sick in the hospitals and widows, the prisoners through act of giving  in our society.
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Susan Serekara-Nwikhana

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Dark Side Of Digital Distractions

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Quote:”The next time you find yourself at the scene of an accident, remember that there are real people involved, with real stories and real struggles. And there’s a real opportunity for you to make a difference”.
Accident happens in an instant, but its impact can last lifelong. When the sounds of screeching tires and crunching metal fill the air, it’s human nature to turn and look. But what drives us to gaze upon the wreckage, to slow down and stare at the scene of an accident? Is it morbid curiosity, a desire for a thrill, or something more complex? In the moments following a crash, a strange and fascinating dynamic unfolds – one that reveals as much about us as it does about the accident itself. In this story I am about to tell, we explore the intriguing and often uncomfortable world of accident scenes and the people drawn to them, where the lines between tragedy and attraction blur. The story goes thus: As the flames from the remains of the vehicle filled the air, a crowd began to form on the sidewalk. Some people gathered out of concern, others out of curiosity. A few stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the wrecked vehicle on fire.
On the floor lied my dad who looked physically fine and ignored by the onlookers whose only attention was the vehicle burning and the people inside of it screaming for help. Maria, a nurse on her way home from work, rushed towards the scene to offer assistance. “I saw the whole thing happen,” she said, her voice shaking. “I had to help.” Meanwhile, a group of teenagers snapped photos and videos with their phones. “It’s gonna be all over social media,” one of them exclaimed. An elderly woman, her eyes welling up with tears, muttered a prayer under her breath. “It’s just so tragic,” she said, shaking her head. “Those poor people.” A young professional, sipping on a coffee, gazed at the scene with a mix of fascination and disgust. “I don’t know why I’m staring,” he admitted. “It’s like I can’t look away.”  There was no emergency team around but onlookers continued to gather. Some were drawn in by a desire to help, others by a morbid fascination.
 Some were moved to prayer, others to social media posts. But all were united in their shared gaze, a reminder of our shared humanity.  All attention was brought back to the only survivor when he was about to take his last breath and was rushed to a nearby hospital and  offered medical attention where they discovered he had been bleeding internally and lost so much blood. That single thought of taking him down to a hospital saved a soul, the soul of my father! That help rendered has provided a chance for me to still have a father today. Accidents are a rare moment when our private lives intersect with public space. Usually, our personal struggles and tragedies play out behind closed doors, invisible to the outside world. But when an accident occurs, the private becomes public, and we’re drawn to the spectacle like moths to a flame.
We’re drawn to them because they represent a primal fear, a reminder of our own mortality. But we’re also repelled by them, because they confront us with the harsh realities of life. In the end, our fascination with accidents is a reflection of our own humanity – our fears, our vulnerabilities, and our deep-seated desire to connect with others. So, the next time you find yourself at the scene of an accident, remember that you have the power to make a difference. Instead of just rubbernecking, take a moment to do the following: Offer assistance if you’re able; call emergency services if no one else has; provide support and comfort to those affected; and share your own experience and insights to help others.Together, we can create a culture of care and compassion, where accidents are not just spectacles to be gawked at, but opportunities to connect with others and make a positive impact.
The next time you find yourself at the scene of an accident, remember that there are real people involved, with real stories and real struggles. And there’s a real opportunity for you to make a difference. By offering assistance, support and compassion, you can help turn a moment of tragedy into a moment of connection and community. You can help break down the barriers that separate us and build bridges of understanding and empathy. So let’s make a pact to approach accident scenes with kindness, compassion and care. Let’s make a pact to see the humanity in each other, even in the midst of chaos and destruction. Together, we can create a world that’s more compassionate, more empathetic, and more connected.
Olorunfemi is a Mass Communication student of Prince Abubakar Audu University, Kogi State.
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Time To Celebrate My Teacher  

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Quote:” Not everyone gets the chance to say thank you to the teacher who made the difference. Some have moved on. Some have passed on. But their influence lives on in every book written, business started, problem solved, or student mentored by someone they once taught”
Every year on October 5th, the world pauses to honor a group of individuals who shape the future with nothing more than a whiteboard marker, a patient voice, and an unshakeable belief in potential: teachers. World Teachers’ Day is more than just a date on the calendar—it is a reminder of the quiet, powerful influence educators have in shaping lives, societies, and futures. For many, the day evokes memories of classrooms filled with chalk dust, books stacked high, and a steady presence at the front of the room guiding lessons, asking questions, and waiting—always waiting—for that lightbulb moment in a student’s eyes. While every teacher leaves a mark, there’s often one who makes a deeper impression. One who doesn’t just teach but transforms. For me, that teacher was Mrs. Okoro.I met Mrs. Okoro in Junior Secondary School Two.
I remember walking into her English Literature class with the usual mixture of adolescent apathy and anxiety. English had always been a subject I tolerated rather than loved. To me, it was a series of essays, comprehension passages, and exam questions about metaphors and similes that seemed more confusing than meaningful. But Mrs. Okoro didn’t teach English. She lived it. She had a way of stepping into the classroom like a performer stepping onto a stage. Her voice carried energy, her expressions demanded attention, and her passion was infectious. Within weeks, I found myself looking forward to her classes—not because I suddenly loved Shakespeare or Chinua Achebe, but because I saw in her someone who believed in what she was teaching, and more importantly, someone who believed in me. The beauty of an exceptional teacher lies not in how much they know, but in how deeply they care.
Mrs. Okoro had an eye for those students who tried to stay invisible. I was one of them—never the loudest, rarely the top of the class, often unsure of my own voice. But she noticed me. One afternoon, after returning our essays, she held mine up—not to ridicule, but to read it aloud to the class. My heart pounded as she read my words, giving them life and rhythm. When she finished, she looked at me and said, “There’s a writer in you. You just need to let them out.”It was the first time someone outside my family had validated my potential in such a specific, personal way. That one comment, simple as it was, sparked something in me that would never fade. From that moment, I started writing more. I filled journals with stories and poems. I volunteered to read aloud in class. I even entered a school writing competition—and won.
World Teachers’ Day celebrates the efforts of educators around the globe who go beyond teaching curriculum to nurturing character. That was Mrs. Okoro in every sense. She taught us about empathy through literature, helping us connect to characters from different backgrounds, cultures, and histories. She encouraged debate, critical thinking, and respectful disagreement—skills we would come to rely on far beyond the walls of that classroom. She also taught us grace. I remember once when a student mocked another’s reading aloud. Mrs. Okoro stopped the class, not with anger, but with a calm that silenced the room. “We don’t laugh at people trying,” she said. “Trying is where learning begins.” It was a simple statement, but the dignity she afforded every student left a lasting impact. It is often said that teaching is the profession that creates all other professions.
That may sound like a slogan, but it’s true in the most personal of ways. Without teachers like Mrs. Okoro, I might never have found the confidence to write, to speak, or to believe that my ideas mattered. Today, I write professionally. I speak at conferences. I mentor others. But behind every achievement is the echo of a teacher who once said, “There’s a writer in you.” Imagine that: a single sentence, spoken in a secondary school classroom years ago, setting off a chain of events that would define the trajectory of a life. That is the power of teachers. World Teachers’ Day, established by UNESCO in 1994, aims to commemorate the adoption of the 1966 ILO/UNESCO Recommendation concerning the Status of Teachers. It is a day to advocate for the rights and responsibilities of teachers and to appreciate their essential contributions to education and development.
But beyond the global observance, it is also a deeply personal day for many. It is a day to reflect on the individuals who, in their own unique ways, lit the path ahead for us when we couldn’t see it ourselves. Not everyone gets the chance to say thank you to the teacher who made the difference. Some have moved on. Some have passed on. But their influence lives on in every book written, business started, problem solved, or student mentored by someone they once taught. If your teacher is still around, consider writing them a letter, sending them an email, or simply letting them know the role they played in your story. If they’re not, honor them by being the kind of person they believed you could be—and by supporting teachers around you who are trying to do the same for others.
World Teachers’ Day is not just about celebrating teachers in general, but also about recognizing your teacher—the one who changed the way you saw yourself. For me, that teacher was Mrs. Okoro. Her name might not appear in the pages of history books, but in the story of my life, she’s a chapter I will always return to.  October 5, may have come and gone, it should continue to remind us of the need to celebrate our teaches, remember their words, share their impacts,  and  where possible, be that kind of light for someone else.
By: Sylvia ThankGod-Amadi
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184 Days of the Locust in Rivers State

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Quote:”Sadly, what Rivers State experienced during the emergency rule was more than the devastating effects of a plague of locusts. The tragedy is that the “alien” invasion left a developmentally retarded  landscape and a psychologically traumatized people in its wake.”
Locusts are infamous for their devastating impact on agriculture and food security, especially when they enter their gregarious phase. At this stage, they form large, migratory swarms and move with rapid speed, covering up to 150 kilometers in a day. As a result, they strike without warning and make early control very difficult.   One locust can eat the equivalent of its body weight in plant materials daily. Its diet includes wheat, maize, rice, fruits, vegetables, and even tree leaves. Locust outbreaks can cripple subsistence farming communities and cause damage that could lead to food shortages, economic losses, and humanitarian crises. Adjudged one of nature’s shapeshifters, the locus leaves a devastated landscape in its wake. The declaration of state of emergency in Rivers State from March 18 to September 17, 2025, crippled   the otherwise smooth-functioning bureaucratic institutions and many aspects of life in the state.
The first salvo, which heralded the “locust effect” was the appropriation of N30bn to acquire gunboats. Rivers people wondered aloud if their State had a navy or was at war. Again, N22bn was expended on installing a new close circuit television (CCTV) in a Government House that already had an effectively functional CCTV. Regarding this, Kenneth Okonkwo jocularly asked if they are “trying to see the [genitals] of an ant”. That was an anomaly given the fact that the administration was a stopgap measure. Not a few Rivers people questioned the motive behind the installation, in view of the sensitivity of security; this fact remains very worrisome.      Like the shape-shifting locust, the Sole Administrator (SOLAD) consistently shifted from the authoritarianism of  military demeanor to the multi-tongued man-of-many-words mien of politicians.
Between these two behavioral extremities of the SOLAD, Rivers people groped in the dark and lived in confusion; they ached from the antics of an admix of “a bird of passage” and “soldier of fortune” who responded only to directives from his masters voice  from a distant land. Consequently, non-indigenes began  making decisions for Rivers State: Bola Tinubu  (Lagos State), Godswill Akpabio (Akwa Ibom), Tajudeen Abass (Kaduna State) and Kudirat Kekere-Ekun (Lagos State). The SOLAD’s mindset became akin to that of an imperial officer assigned to milk a colonial outpost. Resultantly, a non-indigene was appointed to the sensitive position of  Chairman, Rivers State Electoral Commission; the position of Chief of Staff went to another non-indigene and, and, and. In the end, it was a classical case of two brothers fighting over inheritance and a stranger stealthily steals it.
 In line with the “imperial officer” metaphor, the SOLAD arrogantly and audaciously said that he is not accountable to anybody other than President Tinubu.  Incidentally and quite tragically, when asked how the days of the plague will affect the people of Rivers State,  one of the SOLAD’s masters gutturally bellowed thus: “To hell with them”. To hell with Rivers people?!! Of course, subsequently, salaries were delayed till the 34th or later in the months. As at September 18 when the days of the locust ended, many workers and pensioners were not paid for August thereby extending the month of August beyond 49 days. This was a sad reminder of the grueling yesteryears of agony occasioned by bureaucratic bottlenecks in salary administration, organizational recklessness and systematized insensitivity to the plight of the people.
   In what Rivers people viewed as an adventure of “Alibaba and the Forty Thieves”, the Senate of the Federal Republic approved a budget of a whopping N1.48 trillion for an emergency rule of six months. A clear case of anomalous overreach and an outrage given the fact that the suspended governor was vilified for operating a budget approved by a factional section of the house. Even with the humongous budget, projects across the state were abandoned thereby affecting the economy of the state negatively. Meanwhile, Reuben Abati informs that  “over N400bn”  was spent within the days of the locust. On September 5, the agony of the ignominious experience of going on holiday without salary, a phenomenon that stopped when Fubara ascended the position of Governor of Rivers State, raised its ugly head again and Rivers people celebrated Id el Maulud empty handed. In other words, Rivers people celebrated “Sallah without Salary”.
 Soothingly, the Rivers State House of Assembly has expressed the intention of probing the finances of the State during the emergency rule. Whether anything positive will come out of it is another matter. For Abati, “Ibok Ette Ibas must be prepared to give proper account”. Here is a call to duty for civic groups in Rivers State. Sadly, what Rivers State experienced during the emergency rule was more than the devastating effects of a plague of locusts. The tragedy is that the “alien” invasion left a developmentally retarded  landscape and a psychologically traumatized people in its wake. Certainly, March 18 to September 17, 2025 has gone down in the history of Rivers State as 184 days of the locust. No wonder Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe said that “Nigeria’s problem is not the absence of resources, but the presence of too many resourceful thieves”. Again, skeptical of the then novel  concept of democracy, Socrates projected that: “thieves and fraudsters will want important government functions, and democracy will give it to them…when they finally democratically take authority…there will be worse dictatorship than in the time of any monarchy or oligarchy”.
It is however, consoling that, following his reinstatement on September 18, Governor Fubara “directed the immediate payment of pensioners August salary”. Regarding this directive, an author asserts that “This swift action underscores Fubara’s commitment to the welfare of employees and ensuring financial accountability in the state”. What there is to take home from the swiftness of this action is that Fubara is not only simple and humble, he harbors a humane heart.   Doubtlessly, the “grasses” of Rivers State have been brutalized and traumatized in the supremacy fight between two elephants. The prayer now is that the actors in the ring and those in the wings, including the millions of cheerleaders on both sides of the amphitheater, should sheath their swords.
By: Jason Osai
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