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...
We must agree on one thing: that every sector in Nigeria - from lack of security that enabled the perpetrators to the terrible healthcare system and...
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...
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 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;...
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...
Red This is the colour of blood on her white linen sewn into a boubou. She wore it that morning for him, because her friend said...
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