Easterine Kire I have a limited circle of friends, but in that circle I did not notice anyone wishing the other person ‘Merry Good Governance!’ on the 25th December or before or after that. And
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Easterine Kire In many metropolitan cities in India, as well as around the world, gift shops have Christmas goodies on display by the beginning of November. Airport shops brilliantly display their Christm
“Palaver not finished,” a friend from Zimbabwe used to say if he had something important on his mind but noticed that people were moving away from him. He is now dead and gone and still leaves behind unfini
I haven’t given up on this theme. Because we definitely need it. The modern morung can be a place in a central location in each town. Its use would be much more embracing keeping in mind the changing needs of
In small pockets of the planet, enlightened individuals are warring against the forces of negativity. Those forces are not extra terrestrials, not figments of Science Fiction’s imagination, but they are real,
In April this year, I visited Aolichen for Uncle Ben’s sake. “Uncle Ben” is how I, and the many Nagas and non-Nagas that knew him, have always called him. The rest know him as Dr I Ben Wati. // That
It’s too easy for us today to say this word, Peace. It feels to me that just about anyone can now stand up and say that they are working for peace even when their actions are furthest from it. It’s not righ
I have just returned from a very successful visit to Mount Olive College, Kohima. And I have been suitably impressed. We were picked up by car so we took the British road meaning the road that forks off downwar
Why not? I belong to a generation of children who grew up reading fairy tales by Hans Andersen and the Grimm brothers and my heroes were the Marvel comics superheroes. My big brother and his best friend James Y
Maybe it wasn’t always a time of innocence and confidences, but it sure was good. The past, that is, the good old days, the childhoods that we have gone through and never will return to. My younger brother pl
The big gate with the signboard announcing that we were entering the land of the Anghs greeted us when we drove into Konyak territory. It was a very welcome sign after the long hours of traversing cows, cyclist
