Christmas in Lagos, Nigeria is a little bit legendary. There’s this mood, this spirit, this vibe… it’s infectious, undeniable, sexy even....

On Friday, 18 December 2020 over 300 boys who had been kidnapped from the Government Science secondary school in Kankara, Katsina on the...

I suppose if I met her, being a well mannered, easy going man, with fantastic “home training”, I wouldn’t bring up the corruption thing....

Every now and then I find myself thinking of pre-pandemic life; the parties, the brunches, the dinners, we went to without fear of...

Once a generation, there’s a bit of content, so relevant, so transformative - definitive, that it affects the lives of everyone within a...

In Lagos, Nigeria, in February, or it could have been January, 2020 - it is difficult to recall everything that’s happened in this...

“Let’s talk about your last relationship.” That’s Ogilvey. A friend for 13 years. A pal for life, a buddy for love. It’s interesting how...

I cannot think. I can barely breathe. I am tired. I am defeated. There’s a cloud around me too thick to be pierced by even the most...

The news of it - his misdemeanors, had broken the day before, but I hadn’t been online then. There are days when the chorus of voices is...

In Nigeria, in particular, I do not think I have ever come across a subject as vulgar as money. When I say that Nigeria is poor, I do not...

There are days when my temperament is abysmal and getting out of bed is impossible. I don’t like labels and what they do to one’s sense...

When a person chooses to die, it’s easy to look at the what, not so much the why, and it’s hard to distinguish between the what and the...

I can see why those who do not blog would be fascinated by it - blogging. Good blogs reek of a certain grace and nonchalance that is...

Like most of you, I have a mother, and a father. They love me. It’s an absolute sort of love; almost godly, or at least as close to godly...

There is a lot about life that is beautiful. It’s the conversations that we hear, and the stories that we tell and how different they...

As you may or may not know, I’ve made the whole or partial move back to Nigeria. Sigh. The implications of this weigh heavily upon my...

Racism is acknowledged, understood. It has a name. The various ways it’s used to cause pain, diminish opportunities, and oppress people,...

The Roam’s a media-platform that’s self aware, sharp, and simple. It’s true stories that get right to the heart of cultural, social and...

To many, Dbanj is King. A juggernaut that lifted a flailing industry, a force to be reckoned with that has entered the unassailable...

Ah! Gah!  I need to exorcise some demons. Bear with me. I don't like to do this. The blog is supposed to be a happy place, a place of...