There was an invasion of Awka, the capital of Anambra State, by a troika of Nigeria’s savviest journalists, and another guru served as a supporting voice from the United States of America. The invading journalists happened to be all my…
And the man nearly died — Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
Some stories are impossible to wipe from the mind, especially if one had a ringside seat in the unfolding of the macabre act. An old friend ran into me recently at a sporting event, and all he wanted me to…
Meet Azuka Jebose the maddest madman of the newsroom – Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
I can name all the madmen in the history of Nigerian journalism, but the maddest of them all happens to be Azuka Jebose Molokwu. He is madder than the entire Yaba-Left and Aro Mental Hospital Abeokuta put together! Let him…
Sonala strikes sixty-five – Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
Friday, May 15, in this Corona-tainted year of 2020 marks the 65th birthday of the inimitable journalist’s journalist Sonala Olumhense. I doubt that I would ever have become a journalist if not for my eventful meeting with the man called…
Meet my godfather, Sonala Olumhese – Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
I have a confession to make – I have a godfather, but he never asked me to swear to an oath of allegiance at Okija Shrine – or wherever. It started way back in 1985 when I ran into a…