Imagine you want to be a chemist. Not because your parents forced you. Not because you think it will make money. But because you are genuinely curious about how things work. You want to know what happ...
I want to tell you about two young Nigerians. The first is a boy from Port Harcourt. He grew up in a neighbourhood where the only career options anyone talked about were doctor, lawyer, engineer, or &...
Let me tell you something that would have sounded like science fiction when I was in secondary school. A student in Kogi State wakes up at 6 am. She has a chemistry exam in two weeks. She does not hav...
Let me tell you something that might get me in trouble with academics. The Nigerian university textbook is dead. Or dying. Or at the very least, gasping for breath in an ICU bed that no one is paying ...
I still remember my first physics class in secondary school. Thirty-five students. Twenty-one boys. Fourteen girls. By the end of the first term, only six girls remained. The teacher was not a bad man...
Let me just start by saying something that might annoy you: 18 million out-of-school children is not just a statistic. It is a national embarrassment. Every time UNESCO drops that number, we shake our...
That foul smell you wrinkle your nose at isn’t just unpleasant—it could be quietly affecting your physical health, mental state, and overall quality of life. From the stench of decomposing waste to in...
Let’s be honest for a second. If you are reading this from a bustling area like Yaba, Surulere, or somewhere deep in the Ikorodu road traffic (shout out to everyone trying to read on the BRT bus), you...