Just as the clock was ticking towards my first ever scholarship to poor and intelligent girls in a village called Bai Kuke, a village community that contributed greatly in my education, the United Na
I see her, habit hitched up at the waist, calling out and blowing whistles for foul play, but also cheering us. We were unbeatable at hockey. Sister Hyancinth was our coach and greatest fan.
The Nigerian Education system has descended from its towering heights of excellence in the early days of independence to academic relics with no touch of global competitiveness.