When my grandfather died in Ondo Town in 2025, his burial became my lesson in ritual.
A DAY IN TERROR-RAVAGED KWARA COMMUNITIES
For sure, I knew I was going on a risky voyage. If things went south, I could lose my life or get abducted.
A RESILIENCE BREWED IN LAGOS
I started to wonder how I had become so immune to the great sense of tragedy. And then I remembered that I grew up in Lagos.
THE NIGHT LOVE SENT ME OUT OF MY HOME
Wherever you are, Balikis, I hope you’re happy. I wish you the very best in life.
WHAT UGANDAN ROADS, POLITICS AND A PLATE OF NOODLES HAVE IN COMMON
Unlike Lagos and New York City, Entebbe makes no promises to the newcomer.
SILENCE… THE NEW NORMAL IN THE NORTHWEST
Today, owning a weapon is not only accepted but also seen as essential for survival.
THE LAST EMBRACE BEFORE THEY LEFT
A centuries-old bond shatters, leaving only the memories of a shared life between Hausa and Yoruba in the Kano old town.
IS JAZZ REAL? MAYBE NOT, BUT I FELT SOMETHING THAT NIGHT
“Customer, see me now,” she said, turning around for me to see her buttocks and half-revealing breasts.
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.
THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF
The sun was just cracking out of the dawn’s clouds when it suddenly went dim on Seyyīd, my nephew.
