Greg Betiang Public outcry on social media and beyond is presently trailing the level of poor infrastructure at the famous Calabar, Cross River State tourist spot, the Marina Resort, www.calitown.com investigations can reveal. The outcry is not unconnected with a www.calitown.com reporter’s pictures of the Resort, published on the Facebook page of Iwara U. Iwara,…
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This is the end of February, the second month of the year and incredibly, we are nine-lynched men down in Calabar, the Cross River state capital. It is an amazing statistic, considering the laid back nature of Calabar and the fact that the city does not have a reputation for dispensing injustice without the benefit…
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Beyond what we can effortlessly see, it is outstandingly difficult, though not impossible, to see through the sand tracks birthed in the sheer grit of lying lips. Those who lie, lie for different reasons, but undoubtedly, many who lie are subsumed in fear, electing to bask in the fleeting wish that the lie will shield…
There often will be very little innocence in the fistful desire of two fighting brothers; one strong, the other stronger. Amazingly, the strength they flaunt is not like scriptural Samson’s, but strength conceieved and soaked in the murky waters of politics where only atrocious advantages are held up in the end. I think too that…
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The Police in Calabar say they have arrested a crime syndicate which specializes in hypnotizing people into surrendering their automated teller machine, ATM, cards and personal identification numbers, PIN, which the syndicate uses in robbing residents of money. Police Public Relations Officer, PPRO, Cross River State, John Eluu, an Assistant Superintendent of Police, ASP, who…
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The engine cranked to life at exactly 2.45am. It gave out a sound that pierced the silence of the wee hours and made sleep quite a wrestle. As I lay in my bed, faint voices could be heard beneath the sound of the engine and then, timed splashes of water as the engine did the…
