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The Journal of a Journalist Next Door....

THE JOURNALIST NEXT DOOR IS BACK! Seven years. Seven years of growth, discovery, and invaluable experience. Now, the wait is over. It’s time to announce my return to blogging, with a renewed passion and perspective. This journey has been anything but ordinary—stepping back has allowed me to dive deeper into the intricate world of communications and protocol, honing skills that I’m eager to share with you all once again. From corporate communications to crisis management, the landscape has evolved—and so have I. Welcome back to “Journalist Next Door,” a space where stories come alive through the lens of my 15-year career in media relations, public relations, and content creation. This blog will once again serve as a window into the world of strategic communications, where the balance of words and actions can make or break reputations, relationships, and industries. Join me as I explore the fine art of professional storytelling, dissect the nuances of effective communication in ...

Journal of the journalist next door

...was too tired to share last night I just plunged in my bed and in no time I was asleep. I had a pretty early day...got the kids ready and dropped them off at school. People had started settling in to work when I arrived to the news of one of my favourite's redeployment from my Unit. Really, it took me time to accept it and guess what, it affected my mood instantly, so much that my colleagues began to ask me what was wrong but I couldn't furnish them with answers as the establishment's management had the right to deploy and redeploy anyone at anytime and to any Unit...lol. So I worked hard at looking bright, had a soft make over and began chatting people up. I had been selected on the team to receive the Resource Verification Team from the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja, Nigeria and yes it was good timing so I ran off. The stairs to the Chief Executive's office no be here o. So we climbed amidst lamentations. Arrived the venue of the first meeting panting. Waited to...