by Chioma Agwuegbo - 01 November 2014

Who am I? Who belongs where?

The first question is simple, I am Chioma Agwuegbo, female, Nigerian, and I could go on and on from there. Who belongs where, however, is a slightly more complicated question to answer.

by Chioma Agwuegbo - 01 October 2014

Everything I wanted to do as a child, my parents encouraged and pushed me to achieve - every single thing, without question. From tumbling about with the boys, to drawing, to entertaining talks about my ambitions that ranged from being a surgeon, to being a builder (I’ve always been fascinated with the way mortar takes shape), to being a truck driver. Anything I wanted to be, I was told I could be.

by Chioma Agwuegbo - 01 September 2014

If every young person had a pound each time we heard we deserved this, and that just because we make up a huge percentage of the population in Africa, we would all be very rich. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last very long.

We would head right back to penury in a few weeks because a proverb says, “poverty, like palm oil, cannot help but soil every finger”. Another one says: “It is difficult to remain rich in the midst of poverty”. If the clamoring isn’t rising from the bottom to the top and if it is not all-inclusive, it won’t be very effective.