A centuries-old bond shatters, leaving only the memories of a shared life between Hausa and Yoruba in the Kano old town.Continue reading THE LAST EMBRACE BEFORE THEY LEFT
SEX WORK IN ACCRA, NO BE EASY JOB
Some of the young girls I’ve seen around here are 16 years old, 15 years old. Small small girls. Continue reading SEX WORK IN ACCRA, NO BE EASY JOB
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.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