The sheer weight of participating in such petty politics left me utterly drained. I incessantly questioned what it was about my existence that provoked such resistance.

The stories of Wasu and countless other mothers inspire us to appreciate the resilience and beauty of motherhood in Africa.

The country has long struggled with the corrosive effects of bribery, embezzlement, and abuse of power, undermining its social, economic, and political fabric.

It is the loss of purpose and identity that cuts deepest, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

His words were music to my ears. I felt as though I had encountered a man of faith, a Godsend indeed.