By the second week, I’d perfected the routine. Get ready in the morning, wipe the pool of water from last night’s rain off my bicycle saddle...
It was the last day of my life in Lagos. I make it sound like I am writing this from beyond the grave, but I just...
On Tuesday, I had the opportunity to be at the launch of the Friends of Mirabel event organised by the Mirabel Centre. Established in 2013, The...
I have just returned from a whirlwind two-week holiday visiting family and friends. Every house was a family home with at least one child in it....
Nigerians are some of the least environmentally friendly people I know. Man, woman and child, we toss garbage out of our moving cars. We unwrap items...
This week I was once again reminded about the cotton candy consistency of some Nigerian jobs. The average Nigerian job is fraught with uncertainty, so much...
This week, I thought about buying a wedding ring. No I’m not trying to get married to myself a la Sue Sylvester in the much declined...
“You aren’t married are you?” I looked up from my phone screen and shook my head. No. Up until then the conversation had been in Yoruba,...
They would come every year, arriving suddenly at our home with their chatter in a language I struggled to greet in. My late father’s two sisters...
The wheels of the chair squeaked as he was pushed along the corridors of the hospital. Everything about his appearance had been well thought out. The...
Last week, IK Osakioduwa of Rhythm 93.7FM tweeted ten tips on how to get a man for single ladies out there. IK reiterated that not all...
That July my mother turned into a health nut. We’d seen it happen slowly. Oven roasted chicken instead of beef, brown sugar instead of white. Through...
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