CLON LESLEY

Entrepreneurial Ecosystem: Perspective of Omuma LGA, Rivers State being a Paper Presented by Nweke, Emmanuel Onyekachi PhD (Fcai/Acia/Fabs/Acipm/Mni) on the Occasion of End of Year Seminar Organized by Omuma Youth for Christ Held at ACI Hall, Eberi, Omuma Rivers State on the 27th December, 2022  Protocol Preamble First I thank you for finding me worthy to serve in this capacity.  I do this with a sense of responsibility and patriotism to my fatherland. Omuma Youth have continued to stir uniqueness in the State space.  Your voluntary efforts are hereby commended and I wish you keep it up.  Your organization has contributed to growing knowledge base of Omuma youth and other demographics across the LGA as well as leading them to better morals in  the light of Christianity.  Chineke gozie nu.  Amen. Introduction Omuma can be said to be  a city in the centre of a virgin forest.  Virgin Forest is used in the sense of  unharnessed resources; especially in agriculture.  Entrepreneurship has be

The Federal High Court sitting in Port Harcourt has annulled the primaries conducted by the All Progressive Congress in Rivers State. Members of the party loyal to the Social Democratic Party candidate, Senator Magnus Abe went to court to challenge the conduct of the primaries citing the exclusion of eligible members from the Delegate elections. Whether this would mean a total exclusion of the APC from the ballot in the 2023 general elections is yet to be known. 

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