Joni the Change Agent Int.

The majority of Nigerians deserve the opportunity to travel by air, not just a privileged minority. Air transportation should not be a luxury reserved for a few, but a service that becomes accessible to many as our nation develops. What a blessing it is and it will continue to be that I will be among the majority of Nigerians who can comfortably travel by air within Nigeria and beyond our borders. May this prayer be answered. May our leaders make decisions that genuinely reduce poverty, create opportunities, improve living standards, and give more Nigerians the chance to experience the benefits of economic progress. May Nigeria continue to move toward a future where prosperity is shared by all. #nigerianspiderman  #KeepNigeriaClean  #airtransport  #nigeria

"On a bitterly cold December evening in 1997, President Bill Clinton was leaving a holiday concert at the Kennedy Center when he noticed a homeless veteran sitting outside the entrance, shivering in a thin jacket and holding a cardboard sign that simply read 'Marine - Desert Storm - Hungry.' What happened next shocked everyone in the presidential motorcade—Clinton immediately stopped, took off his own overcoat, draped it around the stunned man's shoulders, and sat down on the freezing concrete beside him to talk. The veteran, forty-two-year-old Marcus Williams, later recounted to reporters that the President didn't ask him what went wrong or lecture him about getting help—instead, Clinton asked about his service, which battles he'd seen, and whether anyone had properly thanked him for his sacrifice. Secret Service Agent Larry Cockell documented in his memoir that Clinton spent twenty-five minutes sitting on that sidewalk in the bitter cold, and when...

MY GRACE STORY   My name is Jonathan Olakunle Olanlokun. I was born to the family of Late Deacon Joseph Babatunde Olanlokun a Librarian of the University of Jos and Late Mrs Caroline Oladunni Olanlokun, a fashion Designer and Caterer. My mother was adopted by Miss Barbara Epperson, an American Baptist Missionary and Social Worker to Nigeria upon the death of her own biological mother, eight days after her birth at Iree, Osun State in 1953.  Miss Epperson  nurtured Caroline, my mother from birth to maturity, in the company of friends and caregivers. Caroline later became Miss Epperson’s interpreter, translating Yoruba to English for easier communication among the people of the community. Miss Epperson in return taught my mother how to bake cakes and other confectioneries. My mother, from the stories, I heard was a very beautiful and caring mother but I did not enjoy this care for long. My mother died in March 1978 at age 26. I grew up without motherly love...