Ask Chuka

  When we go to the hospital, we do not ask about the tribe or religion of the doctors, nurses, or other health practitioners before receiving the care we need. When we go to the market to buy our daily needs, we do not concern ourselves with the tribe or religion of the sellers. We simply get what we need and move on. When we rent houses or attend schools, we rarely pause to consider the tribe or religion of others. What remains stunning, however, is that during elections, politicians suddenly remind us of our differences in tribe and religion, using them as distractions from the things that collectively benefit us: healthcare, infrastructure, education, security, and good governance. Today at Mass, the Church marked Interfaith Week. The service was beautiful and deeply moving. Three Imams visited our parish and stayed through the Holy Mass. They were given the opportunity to address us as brethren, different in faith, yet united in many core beliefs: 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐨...

A few years ago, some of my friends got into trouble while trying to defend themselves from a man who attempted to bully them. Because they were more in number, they subdued him and left that evening. The following day, the police arrested all of them and accused them of assault. Every apology they offered fell on deaf ears. The man simply could not believe that people as young as they looked could overpower him in any way. They called me to intervene when he insisted on pressing charges. As I listened, I noticed his real problem. Over and over again he kept saying, “Do you know how old I am? And you had the effrontery to do what you did? I swear you will not get away with this.” When he finally finished and turned to me, expecting whatever argument he thought I would make as their “elder brother”, I did something unexpected. I went down on my knees. I did not mind that I was dressed in crystal-white attire. I simply knelt and tried to say, “Please forgive us.” Before I could finish my...

  King Musko had a clever jester whom he considered to be a very yeye person (𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝒂 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒈𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 😊). One day, the king summoned him, handed him a staff in front of everyone, and said, “Take this staff and keep it with you as the most yeye person in my kingdom, until you find someone more yeye than yourself.” Months later, the king fell seriously ill and became convinced he would not survive, even though friends tried to comfort him with false hope. Knowing that his jester always spoke the truth, he summoned him and said he was going on a very long journey and might never return. Curious, the jester asked, “My king, do you have friends or anyone to welcome you when you arrive there?” The king answered, “No.” “What preparations have you made for the journey?” the jester asked again. “Nothing,” the king replied. The jester smiled wryly and handed the staff back to the king. “When you gave me this staff as the most yeye person i...

  One of the saddest feelings I carry about 2025 is that my friend, Michaela Moye, popularly known as Mickey, passed on before the year ended. If you are reading this, I am glad you made it. Even so, with every part of me, I wish Mickey had made it too. But I am not the author and finisher of life, and my capacity for some things is limited. Mickey was a good person. By human standards, she truly was. She was educated, honest in her dealings, vocal about the things she believed, and never ashamed to share her struggles until the very end. I am grateful that I reached out to her after she posted on Facebook about how weak she felt and how difficult it had become for her to stand due to a shortage of blood in her system. I could only reach out because she shared her struggle openly. That openness gave room for concern, connection, and help. Eventually, a nurse was by her bedside, along with someone she had called and waited hours for to come and assist her. Sadly, those interventions...

  𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒: 𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 A man named Ahmed admired an Arabian horse owned by a Caliph and was determined to buy it. He offered the Caliph many camels, yet the Caliph refused because he had no intention of selling the horse at any price. Angered by the refusal, Ahmed declared, “Since you have rejected my fair offer, I will get this horse from you even if it is through foul means.” One day, Ahmed disguised himself as a beggar and lay in the desert pretending to be gravely ill. He knew the Caliph often passed that route and that he was a kind and compassionate ruler. As expected, the Caliph noticed the weak beggar, dismounted from his horse, and attempted to help him. Seeing that the beggar could not walk, the Caliph placed him gently on the horse and walked beside it. In that moment, Ahmed revealed his true identity, seized the opportunity, and ...

  A few weeks ago, I was at Anglican Girls Grammar School Abuja for the sweetest Harvest Thanksgiving service for year 2025. The only downside was the amount of time we spent, perhaps because we were all too excited. At some point during the programme, the Chaplain asked the audience if he could have a few more minutes to round up a section. The students thundered 𝐍𝐎! While everyone laughed because parents were obviously ready to agree with the Chaplain, I saw something entirely different. I saw a new generation of young people who will be bold enough to transform Nigeria. This morning while studying scripture, I landed on Luke 19:41 to 44: Now as He drew near, He saw the city and wept over it, saying, If you had known, even you, especially in this your day, the things that make for your peace. But now they are hidden from your eyes… While reflecting on this scripture, I concluded that many of us in Nigeria and in different facets of life do not like peace. We may not even desir...

A few years ago, to support a friend who was preparing for his wedding, we donated some printing items he needed. A few days later, when he reached out for more items, we submitted an invoice, expecting that he would patronise us. To my surprise, he went somewhere else because their price was just 50 Naira cheaper. I was pained, but it didn’t take long to realise that his loyalty was questionable. A few days ago, we needed to buy a large quantity of paper for our work. As usual, we contacted Mr Okey , our main supplier, as well as other vendors to compare prices. This time, Mr Okey was more expensive. My colleagues then requested approval to buy from the cheaper supplier. They also mentioned that it would be wise to have more options in situations like this. I said, “No way.” I instructed them to return to Mr Okey and give him the price we got from the cheaper vendor. If he matched it, good. If he refused, we would know we tried. As expected, he matched the price and we bought from hi...

𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗨𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞? 𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 When William submitted his resignation letter to leave Jewel Publishers , I immediately invited him to my office to understand his decision. His reasons were straightforward; 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐲. After a brief conversation, he assured me that an increase in salary would keep him from leaving. I told him to give me a moment to consult a few colleagues and, without much delay, we were able to adjust his salary upward. He stayed. A few weeks later, John also tendered his resignation. This time, I simply delegated Stanley to conduct an exit interview , not because I wanted John to remain, but because I wanted to understand if there were areas our organisation needed to improve. John was shocked. Shocked that no one tried to negotiate with him , shocked that we didn’t counter-offer , and even more shocked when we asked him f...

 When we launched a small grocery store in our community, we employed people through ads on our WhatsApp status and simply agreed on terms for them to commence work. Because we were dealing mostly with FMCGs , we asked them to submit ID cards of guarantors, but there was nothing formally written regarding the responsibilities of those guarantors. A few months after we commenced operations, missing goods became the talk of our small shop. We started penalising them, but what went missing in some months became higher than their wages. The moment their guarantors were notified, voom, the staff disappeared. When we got the police involved, they requested engagement letters to know how to wade into the matter. Since there was none, the case lingered until we lost interest in pursuing it further. Learning from that experience, we decided to issue engagement letters and a few forms to new staff, clearly stating their responsibilities and what was expected if they wished to resign. They ...