Sunday Akande @SundayAkande7 - Twitter Profile

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over 2 years ago

My discussion with allnaijadiaspora. Enjoy! Sunday Akande: A Literary Voice for the SDGs https://t.co/2w1zteDtic via @All Naija Diaspora

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Sunday Akande @SundayAkande7

about 1 month ago

@GEAfolayan Owó Ẹ̀jẹ̀. Great movie.

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about 1 month ago

@d_ocheido Congratulations, dear sister.

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'Fisayo Soyombo

@fisayosoyombo

over 1 year ago

Some days ago in Bern, Switzerland, I fulfilled a 17-year-old dream. The year 2008 was the first time I ruminated over my dad’s unending sacrifices for my education and the specific values he raised me by, and vowed I’d someday honour him before an international audience. I was 100% sure my journalism career would reach international heights; what I was unsure of was how long it would take. Anyway, I promised myself I would have my dad in the audience someday while receiving an international award, with full praises to him. Over the following years, the opportunities went begging one after the other: 2012, 2016, 2018, 2020, 2021. Each time, my plans were scuppered by ‘circumstances beyond my control’. The year 2020 was the most painful because it came with multiple opportunities, but thanks to COVID, none was feasible. Fast-forward to early 2025; the organisers of the True Story Festival asked me if, as a finalist for the True Story Awards, I was willing to join six other journalists in discussing the ‘stories behind our stories’ — those things that never make it to the media despite their influence on the work we do. Perfect! I opted to talk about my dad, the most influential person to whom I’ve become. Finally, on Saturday June 21, 2025, addressing an audience mostly comprising journalists from more than 30 countries, I dedicated two pages of speech to my soon-to-be 76-year-old dad, whom I’d flown in for his first overseas trip, and how his teachings on truthtelling, honesty, integrity and contentment set me on the path of investigative journalism. By virtue of my work, threats of death, physical injury, arrests and many more have come to define my living; life as a hardcore investigative journalist in Nigeria consists of chasing my stories in one breath, and fending off danger and looking over my shoulder in another. Naturally, this can be dreadful for my loved ones, not least my dad. Worrying about my safekeeping has become his unintended pastime. If you asked him, he wouldn’t mind me switching to a less perilous profession. The only problem is that investigative journalism is technically the ‘monster’ my father created. Not once, of course, did he ever suggest journalism, much less investigative journalism, to me as a potential career path, but he made truthtelling the cornerstone of my childhood. What I have done is interpret that within the context of public interest and societal advancement. My dad’s worries about my truthtelling and its implications for my safety have come too late, a few decades too late. And this was why I titled my speech ‘Be careful what you teach your children’.

fisayosoyombo's tweet photo. Some days ago in Bern, Switzerland, I fulfilled a 17-year-old dream.

The year 2008 was the first time I ruminated over my dad’s unending sacrifices for my education and the specific values he raised me by, and vowed I’d someday honour him before an international audience. I was 100% sure my journalism career would reach international heights; what I was unsure of was how long it would take. Anyway, I promised myself I would have my dad in the audience someday while receiving an international award, with full praises to him.

Over the following years, the opportunities went begging one after the other: 2012, 2016, 2018, 2020, 2021. Each time, my plans were scuppered by ‘circumstances beyond my control’. The year 2020 was the most painful because it came with multiple opportunities, but thanks to COVID, none was feasible.

Fast-forward to early 2025; the organisers of the True Story Festival asked me if, as a finalist for the True Story Awards, I was willing to join six other journalists in discussing the ‘stories behind our stories’ — those things that never make it to the media despite their influence on the work we do. Perfect! I opted to talk about my dad, the most influential person to whom I’ve become.

Finally, on Saturday June 21, 2025, addressing an audience mostly comprising journalists from more than 30 countries, I dedicated two pages of speech to my soon-to-be 76-year-old dad, whom I’d flown in for his first overseas trip, and how his teachings on truthtelling, honesty, integrity and contentment set me on the path of investigative journalism.

By virtue of my work, threats of death, physical injury, arrests and many more have come to define my living; life as a hardcore investigative journalist in Nigeria consists of chasing my stories in one breath, and fending off danger and looking over my shoulder in another. Naturally, this can be dreadful for my loved ones, not least my dad. Worrying about my safekeeping has become his unintended pastime. If you asked him, he wouldn’t mind me switching to a less perilous profession. The only problem is that investigative journalism is technically the ‘monster’ my father created.

Not once, of course, did he ever suggest journalism, much less investigative journalism, to me as a potential career path, but he made truthtelling the cornerstone of my childhood. What I have done is interpret that within the context of public interest and societal advancement. My dad’s worries about my truthtelling and its implications for my safety have come too late, a few decades too late. And this was why I titled my speech ‘Be careful what you teach your children’.

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Alex Onyia

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about 2 years ago

Imagine if Nigerian students were taught Chemistry this way? No child will need to cram anymore. They will all easily understand and love chemistry. Andrew Szydlo is the best Chemistry teacher i know. I started loving chemistry since the day i learn't about him. This is one of the reasons why a lot of investment is needed in education.