LIKE KING SOLOMON of Bible times, many opine that age doesn’t matter--necessarily. They exalt wisdom as the moral cloud that must be cherished over the number of birth anniversaries one has acquired, and celebrated. True. But age is the basic centerpiece of knowledge. In fact, it is a basic barometer by which one’s worth or merit is measured. That is why an elder receives more censure when he errs than the young. Like a fine metal or diamond that gets its purity or refinement by hearth or fire, man’s true caliber arrives from life’s journey--age.
AT DECADE AND six, The Analyst stands on the judgment seat of the public--both Liberian and international readerships--since we run print and online editions. But whatever is in the figment of any reader, our age which clicked at 16, has not only been a checkered existence but also a grandiose hope for formidability on the media landscape of this country. The Analyst, fondly called the Nation’s Most Analytical Newspaper, was born on the island of tumult, sailed on turbulent seas even before it celebrated its third anniversary.
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