IT WAS late, long after the last production meeting should have ended. The newsroom lights were still on, but most desks were empty. Phones vibrated occasionally, breaking the quiet. A reporter stood nearby, not speaking, pretending to scroll, waiting. On my screen was a story that was solid, sourced, verified, double-checked. It had been read...
By Joke Kujenya I HAVE watched Nigerian journalism at its best and at its most fragile. Over the last three decades, I have been privileged to sit in newsrooms where every decision carried weight, not just for the stories we told, but for the lives affected by them. I have seen where some journalists choose […]
By Joke Kujenya AT SOME point, as Nigerian journalists, we need to pause and ask an uncomfortable question: how did our work become everyone’s free resource? This is not just about poor salaries in newsrooms. That conversation is old and exhausting. It is about something broader and more insulting, the quiet assumption across Nigerian society...
