Nonfiction

May the Odds Be in our Favour

I arrive in the city of Uyo for my Youth Service. The scarcity of traffic jams here compared to the car-choked roads in Lagos is not the only excitement I feel. The abundance of voluptuous women gives me further impression …

Last Day in Cotonou

Like every other morning since moving into this short-stay rental apartment, I wake up to the raspy voice of my neighbour admonishing her children while going about her morning chores in the backyard. I hear a rumble of dishes being …

Black Cattle, White Egrets: A Posthumous Review

A few deaths have rocked my world lately – notably Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Umberto Eco – but none felt so personal as Walcott’s. The first instinct, after the shock of Akin Adesokan’s retweet of Jeanne-Marie Jackson’s tweet, was …

The Curious Case of Nigerian Literary Ambition

In my third year in University of Ibadan, Rancho and his band of merry brothers in 3 Idiots were the patron saints of all pretentious students, which was about ninety-five percent of the faculty of technology, and seventy percent of …

Ajuwaya Story

So I saw these Ajuwayas today in their green khakis and the sight sent me down memory lane to the day I was to leave NYSC Camp at Umudi-Nkwerre, Imo State. Coming to terms with destiny to serve in Imo …

Fotoan-gasy

Trying to Understand the Increasingly Forgotten Malagasy Art of Waiting and Making Wait

Imagine a group of Malagasy. Let’s say that they agree to meet and talk about some important stuff tomorrow morning at 10:00. In all likelihood, people will …

Time Passes

March 2016,

Holy Thursday

Everyone thinks there may be a long break from work, say one week or something slightly more. But we receive an email from HR, and this email says we shall be observing only the nationally declared …

A Font Defines Me

Writers are narcissists. Obsessed with themselves and their thoughts. Human beings and the events surrounding them are all material for the writer. Pain and joy are exploited equally.

After much thinking on my company’s time, I have come to an …

My Year in Reading

Early in 2016, the year began to shed its ability to stun me. The world was burning differently, a relentless blaze that licked up across continents, making me consume my news feed in smaller morsels. With each headline, the gap

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