Joni the Change Agent Int.

She caught my attention during my recent tour of Niger Delta as Nigerian Spiderman ..… not because she’s beautiful (even though she truly is), but because of the strength she carries quietly within her. She is a cleaner. Yes… a cleaner. But what moved me was how far she has taken that responsibility. She doesn’t just sweep floors or tidy offices, she goes outside under the sun, bends her back, rolls up her sleeves, and washes the buses 🚌 of her transport company with her own hands. As I watched her work, something in me became emotional. In a world where many people feel “too classy,” “too fine,” or “too educated” to do certain jobs, here is this graceful young woman… choosing humility over pride, choosing dignity over pretence, choosing honest work over easy shortcuts. I walked up to her and praised her, truly praised her. Because her kind is rare. Her kind is disappearing. It is not every day you see a woman who is both beautiful in appearance and beautiful i...

Each time I try writing on this Ruth encounter with one of Dangote's truck, my spirit failed. Thrice I attempted it, but it always end in tears and bad memories. My mother was a victim of Julius Berger trailer in 1991 in Abuja. Her bus was crushed by one of JB trailers, the driver escaped as usual. All in the bus died except her, but she was beyond recognition. She was trapped in the bus, in the process of turning the bus to bring her out her leg was broken. Only God knows what cut her skulll off. She was brought down to UCH. When I first set my eyes on her on her hospital bed, I diedd inside.....and had my wish....... How can this woman on this bed be my elegant, chubby, tall, and beautiful mother? She was in coma, she couldn't even recognized anything. She was there for 9 months Nobody believed she could ever worked or see again. But she did. She lived with the disfiguration till 1997. She lived 6years after a very sad woman.  In all those years no day I see her that I don...

Two women in Ikotun hawking bottle water were standing where I parked my car today.  I was waiting for someone and then I bought bottle water from one, and then left the my change of 800 Naira with her.  The second woman seeing what happened also said, Sir, buy from me too with all smile, and before I said a word, the first woman I bought from, blocked her and angrily said No, asking her what does she want me to do with it?  The second woman then backed off. Then I came down and went to her myself. I told her, how much is all your market?  She could not interpret what that means because of course can I drink all her water and minerals.  So I asked again. She brought down her market and then counted. She said, N12,200. So I told her, come and put them in my boot.  And then I transferred N50,000 to her. She hugged me, teared up and dance and dance.  Two things made me do that.  1. The action of the first woman. I hate when ...