For sure, I knew I was going on a risky voyage. If things went south, I could lose my life or get abducted.
PLAITING MY HAIR AS A JOURNALIST
People who actually respected me started drawing away from me at some point.
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.
THE DAY BOKO HARAM ATTACKED
Postcards from Maiduguri, northeastern Nigeria.
I SMUGGLED OUT STORIES ABOUT THE WAR
Sometimes editors rejected my reports, saying they were “too risky” or “too political.” But I found ways.