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                       Sophie sat in her room, the glow of her phone lighting up her face as she scrolled endlessly through her social media feed. What started as a quick check of messages and notifications had turned into an hour of mindless scrolling. She paused as a post caught her attention—another influencer showcasing her "perfect" life. Sophie sighed. Her own life felt insignificant in comparison, like a fading shadow.                      Each time she refreshed the screen, it seemed like everyone else was living their best lives. Friends posted pictures from exotic vacations, selfies at glamorous events, and perfectly curated meals. Sophie began to feel the weight of comparison, a growing sense of inadequacy that gnawed at her. “Why don’t I have that?” she thought, biting her lip. “Why can’t I be that happy?”                 ...

                              Last Friday, the air of Unimac IJ buzzed with excitement and creativity as the school hosted its annual Mass Communication Event, “Voices of Change.” The event brought together students, teachers, and local media professionals in a celebration of journalism, storytelling, and the power of communication.                    The day began with a vibrant opening ceremony in the auditorium, where the school principal welcomed everyone and emphasized the importance of responsible media in today’s world. The guest speaker, a well-known news anchor from a local TV station, inspired students with her journey through the world of broadcast journalism, encouraging them to use their voices for truth and impact.                        One of the highlights of the event was the live news s...

                         The day I met Gifty, I didn’t know I was about to find someone who’d become my second half. It was back in school, just an ordinary day that turned into something unforgettable. She walked in with the brightest smile and the kind of presence you can’t ignore. Her dark skin glowed like sunshine on cocoa, and her energy? Pure magic.                       The day I met Gifty, I didn’t know I was about to find someone who’d become my second half. It was back in school, just an ordinary day that turned into something unforgettable. She walked in with the brightest smile and the kind of presence you can’t ignore. Her dark skin glowed like sunshine on cocoa, and her energy? Pure magic.                        From the beginning, there was something about her—something real, something warm. We ...

                        There is one food that always brings a smile to my face and warmth to my heart—banku and okro stew. From the very first time I tasted it, I knew it would become my all-time favourite.                           It all started at my grandmother’s house in the village. The aroma of fresh okro stew simmering on the firewood stove filled the air. She stirred it with love, adding chopped okro, fresh tomatoes, onions, and a mix of spices that made my mouth water. She tossed in some crabs, tilapia, and pieces of goat meat, letting them soak up all the flavors. Meanwhile, she mixed the fermented corn and cassava dough to prepare the banku, stirring it steadily in the pot until it became smooth and stretchy.                        When it was finally ready, she served it hot, the steam risin...