Author: Our Correspondent

By Mary Ewa

Communication is the bedrock of every human interaction—the fuel that drives engagement, change, and growth. Civilization itself stands on the shoulders of communication. Without it, there would be no shared ideas, no collective progress, no civilization as we know it.

Every idea ever conceived was first formed, shaped, and birthed through communication—whether intrapersonal or interpersonal, within groups or across generations. The absence of communication births only chaos, confusion, and collapse. Relationships crumble, institutions weaken, communities lose direction. Families fall silent not because love is absent, but because words are withheld.

From the very beginning, creation itself was anchored on communication. “And God said…”—those three words in the Holy Bible mark the moment everything came to life. Existence unfolded through the power of the spoken word. Imagine if the word had not been spoken? Imagine a world where silence reigned? There would be no light, no order, no meaning—only stillness and void.

Communication is more than the exchange of words; it is the transfer of life, emotion, and intention. It bridges hearts, clarifies purpose, and aligns vision. Through it, leaders inspire nations, teachers shape minds, lovers strengthen bonds, and communities find unity. Every message spoken or unspoken builds or breaks something. This is why the responsibility to communicate with truth, empathy, and understanding cannot be taken lightly.

In our digital age, communication travels faster than ever, yet meaning often gets lost in the noise. We text more but understand less, post more but connect less. The challenge today is not the lack of means, but the loss of mindfulness. True communication still requires listening—not merely hearing; expressing—not merely speaking. It calls for presence, patience, and purpose.

Communication is not just an act—it is the essence of being. It is how life breathes, how ideas find wings, how humanity connects with purpose. To speak, to listen, to understand—these are sacred acts that sustain the rhythm of existence. When we communicate, we create.

So, let’s never take for granted the power that speaks life—the eternal gift of communication.

By Mary Ewa

We are in a world running low on morals, bankrupt on values, and drowning in a deficit of truth and honesty.
Fake life is the most celebrated life, while those living genuine lives are mocked — even shamed — for daring to be real.
Hypocrisy has broken its boundaries; integrity has gone on an indefinite recess.

How did we get here?
They call it packaging.
They say, “Fake it till you make it.”
Some even whisper, “The end justifies the means.”
And I begin to wonder — at what point did we throw caution to the wind?
At what point did the mirror stop reflecting our true selves and start echoing our delusions?

More and more, I hear less of conscience, less of conviction, less of character.
We’ve replaced authenticity with aesthetics, depth with display, truth with trend.
We’ve mastered the art of pretending, but forgotten the power of being.

Now, the loudest voice wins, not the truest.
The flashiest face shines, not the purest heart.
And those who refuse to play along — those who stand firm in truth — are branded naïve, outdated, or simply unwise.

But here’s the thing:
A lie, no matter how well packaged, will always crumble under the weight of time.
And truth, no matter how long it takes, will always find its voice.

So, maybe it’s time we paused —
Time to strip away the filters and the facades,
Time to return to the place where values mattered,
Where integrity wasn’t negotiable,
And where living genuinely wasn’t a weakness but a strength.

Time to remember that being genuine is not weakness — it’s rare strength.

Let’s go back — not to the old ways, but to true ways.
Where our word meant something.
Where dignity wasn’t traded for attention.
Where success wasn’t measured by likes, but by legacy.

Because if we keep celebrating the fake,
If we keep bowing to the glitter and ignoring the gold,
We risk losing the very essence of what makes us human —
Our honesty, our depth, our soul.

And when truth takes a back seat,
Everything else — no matter how bright — eventually fades to black.

Because if we keep celebrating the fake,
We risk losing the very essence of what makes us human —
Our honesty, our depth, our soul.

By Mary Ewa

Family — the smallest yet most powerful institution of any society. It is within this sacred circle that values are forged, morals are molded, and the character of a nation is born. The family, simply put, is the transformative anchor in the food chain of the world’s value system. To attack the family is to strike at the very heart of humanity itself.

Over the years, we’ve watched the slow unraveling of what our own hands have created — a new breed of humans, products of a failed economic order and a decaying moral system. There was a time — not so long ago — when the economy worked in harmony with the home. A time when families could afford to raise well-bred children, when mothers devoted their early years to nurturing, shaping, and transmitting values — turning children into prideful citizens and assets to society.

It was once an honor to raise and to be raised right. Society frowned upon those without values — those who lacked discipline, who lived only for self, who stood outside the collective moral frame. Patriotism was not a slogan; it was a way of life. One’s nation, one’s community, one’s name — they mattered.

Back then, it was a badge of honor to be counted among those who stood for truth, who defended integrity, who sacrificed for a greater cause. Women birthed with purpose. They molded with conviction. They refused to compromise.

Moral uprightness wasn’t optional; it was the standard. Leadership wasn’t for sale; it was earned through virtue, through service, through the weight of one’s example. From the smallest clans to the grandest councils, values guided decisions, and character was the true currency of power.

But today, we face the consequences of our drift. We’ve traded moral wealth for material noise. We’ve celebrated independence but neglected interdependence. We’ve built taller buildings and smaller homes — homes without heart, families without center, societies without soul.

If we are to rebuild the world, we must begin where the cracks first appeared — at the family. For it is there that the seed of every civilization is planted, and it is there that the future of humanity either flourishes or fades.

By Mary Ewa

Technology is the wealth of the twenty-first century. It is the new oil, the new gold — mined not from the soil but from the mind. It powers our economies, shapes our realities, and redefines what it means to be human in a rapidly changing world. Yet amid all the brilliance of invention, the real challenge remains the same: how do we see ourselves?

Because how we see ourselves matters. It shapes the choices we make, the voices we believe, and the lives we build. Every thought about who we are sets a silent boundary or opens a new door. That’s why it is said, you are as you think. The world outside often mirrors the world within.

But it’s not always easy to think rightly about ourselves. Too often, we look in the mirror and see fragments of failure, echoes of old mistakes, or reflections distorted by other people’s opinions. Society has a long memory when it comes to flaws — it can remind you endlessly of who you used to be, what you didn’t do, and where you fell short.

Yet God does not see us in the light of our past. He looks at us in the truth of our present. He does not hold our yesterday against us, because His mercy is not archived; it’s alive, new every morning. When people see the stain, God sees the story. When others see a limitation, He sees a lesson that has shaped our becoming.

This is a radical kind of vision — divine perspective. To see myself as God sees me is to unlearn the habit of self-condemnation. It’s to recognize that grace does not deny the past but redeems it. That the broken places of my life can still bear fruit. That who I was is not who I must remain.

And so I ask again: how do I see myself?
I see a mind still learning. A heart still open. A soul still under construction, being refined by both time and truth. I see one who has failed but also one who has risen, again and again, not by strength but by grace.

Technology might define our age, but identity defines our essence. What use is all the data in the world if we lose sight of who we are becoming? In a world obsessed with updates, I’m learning that my greatest upgrade is internal — a renewed mind.

Because every great invention begins with a thought, and so does every renewed life. When I choose to think of myself not through the lens of guilt but through the eyes of God, I begin to live differently. I make peace with my past, patience with my process, and purpose with my pain.

So yes, technology is the wealth of this century — but self-awareness, grounded in divine perspective, is the wealth of eternity. The truest progress is not in what I create with my hands, but in what I cultivate within my heart.

Each day, I am learning to see myself not as I was, not even as I am, but as I am becoming — through grace, through growth, and through God’s unfailing vision of who I truly am.