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In Akwa Ibom State, the morning radio crackled to life as usual—but something was wrong. No headlines. No breaking stories. Just silence, then soft music. People paused. Traders in Uyo’s bustling markets looked at each other. “What happened to the news?” someone asked.
By noon, it became clear: there was no bad news to report. No accidents, no crime, no political quarrels, no disasters. Hospitals were calm. Police stations were quiet. Even social media, usually buzzing with chaos, had nothing but greetings and laughter.
At first, people were suspicious. Some thought information was being hidden. Others expected something terrible to happen. But as hours turned into days, a new reality settled in. Children played freely in the streets. Neighbors shared meals without fear. Farmers reported abundant harvests, and businesses thrived without interruption.
The journalists, once busy chasing crises, found themselves telling stories of kindness instead. They reported on a young boy who returned a lost wallet, a group of women who cleaned their community, and teachers who volunteered extra lessons for struggling students.
Soon, “no news” became the biggest news of all.
Visitors from other states came to see this strange peace. They expected boredom but found joy. Life was simple, yet full. People had more time to talk, to laugh, to dream.
One evening, an old man sat outside his house and smiled. “This,” he said, “is the kind of silence we prayed for.”
And for the first time, silence was not empty—it was full of hope.