Cross River’s Political Class & The Boomerang Of Cynicism
There are days when I sit and think about Cross River, about our story, our politics, our promises. I think about the people who once dreamt of a state that could rise above its size and geography to become a model of civility and grace. I think of Calabar, once the nation’s first capital, a…
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