I wanted to write for film and TV before I became a journalist. There was always something so thrilling to me about my words being turned...
There is a scene in the movie of your life where you are struggling to find yourself, to pick the jagged shards on the floor of...
Oftentimes when I think about the kind of love I want, it is in easy pixels, a soft blend of elements that are within reach; the...
(I) Monday is for the day I meet you. The handsome young man standing in one corner of the banking hall, fresh out of The University...
I am writing this on my flight from Lagos to Enugu, earphones plugged in, listening to Hillsong, gawking at the ball of clouds drifting outside my...
Now that you have found Love again, this is how to act. Befriend Love; she should be the chum you run to at 2am, the friend...
My mother was in Philadelphia this past weekend. And before she started to tell my father about the significant difference between the city and New Jersey...
My friend, Roy is turns twenty-three today. He is becoming on one hand, one of those Nigerian men who like to talk about politics – because of...
You are something running loose, untamed, cannot be controlled, a horse. You are something difficult to climb, something beyond reach, something hands scramble for, you are...
It is my birthday today. I will wake up to countless good will messages and the smiling face of my Brother, my Mother will send a...
We are fine boys; we know this already. Just as you know you look smashing when you wear a lovely dress, it is something we are...
Tobi Osunkoya was a meat seller before he became a bus driver. A stout pot bellied man in a faded Ankara print Kaftan and with the...
Last week, I attended the Short Story Day Africa’s writing workshop at the Goethe institute in Lagos. And in between free writing-writing without restrictions, writing about...
Before I learned to love myself, I thought- I am the dreary first pages of a lengthy novel, the intro track in the musician’s new album;...
For Edozie because it’s your birthday; and for brothers everywhere. When I think of life growing up with my brother, I think of frothiness, wispiness and a...
There are few things I have come to learn of you. One day, you are the slipshod lover, loving me carelessly, with the patent inattention one...
This is your story. This is your song. It is abandoned roses on the dresser and reshuffling of your playlist-so the John Legend songs lounge far...
I recently suffered a major setback that just quite had me disbelieving of my much-loved school of thought that I was more than enough. And in...
Hey, listen… You are one of those girls that have to take countless selfies like one trying out clothes for a date with a long time...
Look my friend, this is how to be a man. As a man, you should be sinewy, rigid like an Indomie carton. Your shoulders should be...
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