“Customer, see me now,” she said, turning around for me to see her buttocks and half-revealing breasts.Continue reading IS JAZZ REAL? MAYBE NOT, BUT I FELT SOMETHING THAT NIGHT
MY FAVOURITE EATER GOT A GIRLFRIEND. MOURN WITH ME.
I am grateful for the freedom to savour the beauty of another without tainting that knowing with the need to possess or define it.Continue reading MY FAVOURITE EATER GOT A GIRLFRIEND. MOURN WITH ME.
THE DAY BOKO HARAM ATTACKED
Postcards from Maiduguri, northeastern Nigeria.Continue reading THE DAY BOKO HARAM ATTACKED
I ATE GOOD FOOD IN SAMBISA FOREST
They fed me and other captives with good food, which was stolen from people’s shops.Continue reading I ATE GOOD FOOD IN SAMBISA FOREST
I SMUGGLED OUT STORIES ABOUT THE WAR
Sometimes editors rejected my reports, saying they were “too risky” or “too political.” But I found ways.Continue reading I SMUGGLED OUT STORIES ABOUT THE WAR
FROM A PROUD TRADER TO AN IDP
My shop was destroyed, my goods were scattered, and all the money I had worked so hard to save was gone.Continue reading FROM A PROUD TRADER TO AN IDP
THE MORNING I LOST EVERYTHING
I remember leaving the akara still frying in the oil. I didn’t carry anything, not even my money.Continue reading THE MORNING I LOST EVERYTHING
I CANNOT AFFORD MEDICAL CARE FOR MY CHILD
I would have sold any property I owned, but Boko Haram destroyed the house I inherited from my father in our village. Continue reading I CANNOT AFFORD MEDICAL CARE FOR MY CHILD
A STRAY BULLET SHATTERED MY SPINE
Before the insurgency, I was a skilled farmer, providing for my family. Now, I’m unable to work, and my family struggles to make ends meet.Continue reading A STRAY BULLET SHATTERED MY SPINE
LOST MY FOOT TO AN EXPLOSION
It was difficult at first, balancing on one leg and trying to sew, but I refused to give up.Continue reading LOST MY FOOT TO AN EXPLOSION