UNKNOWN INDIVIDUALS LOOTED PALLIATIVES AT OUR OWERRI RALLY – CITY BOY MOVEMENT. (PHOTO).

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 Unknown individuals looted palliatives at our Owerri rally – City Boy Movement An empowerment programme organised by the City Boy Movement, a support group for President Bola Tinubu, descended into disorder on Saturday when a large crowd surged forward and looted items intended for distribution to beneficiaries across Nigeria's South-East region. The event, held at Heroes Square in Owerri, marked the official launch of the Renewed Hope National Tour and the City Boy Movement South-East Youth Tour and Empowerment Programme on March 14, 2026. It aimed to provide support to young people, market traders, and vulnerable individuals from Abia, Anambra, Imo, Ebonyi, and Enugu states. Items prepared for distribution included shuttle buses, sewing machines, deep freezers, grinding machines, barbing kits, wheelchairs for persons with disabilities, smartphones for content creators, generator sets, laptops, cash grants, farming kits, fertilizers, and hair salon equipment. According to the mov...

ALL MY LIFE, I HAVE MET PEOPLE WHO DECIDED AND SWORE THEY KNEW EXACTLY WHO I AM, EVEN MORE THAN ME-DANIEL WILSON. (PHOTO).

 


UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURS…


All my life, I have met people who decided and swore they knew exactly who I am, even more than me. 

To some, I am kind, generous, humble, dependable.

To others, I am arrogant, wicked, stubborn, complicated.

Some call me honest… others swear I am a scam.

One day I’m a hero, another day I’m a villain.

A blessing to some, a problem to others.

A saviour in one story, a thief in another

To a few, I’m the best thing that ever happened to them;

To others, I’m their biggest mistake.


And maybe they are all right.

And maybe they are all wrong.

Because every one of those names

Is a small slice of me,

Yet none of them was ever truly me.


There were times I myself almost believed these versions of me—

Times I looked at myself through the fog of their lenses,

Trying to recognize me.


But growing older has taught me something simple:

Only me knows the real me.

Only I carry my full story.

I wear many faces for the many

But only me know the face underneath.


So today, while I honour every version of me they created—

The praise, the insults, the confusion, the contradictions—

I return to myself with clarity.


I stand here in the fullness

Of my own becoming—

Not the story they tell,

Not the myth they made,

But the truth I carry within.


This is me.

Unfiltered, unborrowed, unbent.

Take me as you see me. 


I am Unapologetically Yours—

Today, tomorrow,

And always.


Daniel Wilson

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