In these undoubtedly modern times, you’re likely to have had a conversation around victim blaming. Most of the time it’s associated with...

I have never been good at grief. Some people grieve really well. I tend to stop at depression and start over with denial. This is...

I was on summer holiday when I got a text on my phone. I'd won a million naira. Now, these were the days before the great devaluation. A...

A friend of mine has been met with a disaster so great it has shaken me to my core. When I heard of it, I was wounded. I am wounded...

I have never understood the great cultural debate about cooking. In Nigeria, it seems that everytime the subject is discussed, it...

In my recent article, Men Rape Women, I made a mistake. I used a part of a quote published in a Premium Times article. “The Nigerian...

I don’t know who told you that life would be easy, that every dream and aspiration would be handed to you on a platter of silver or gold....

I wrote “Notes on Blackness - A Nigerian Perspective” when I was 23. When I finished it, I was proud. Not because it was good - but...

I wasn’t born black. I wasn’t black till I was 17. Before I was 17, Nigeria was my world. Nigeria was my life. It wasn’t that I was...

On twitter, or at least the Nigerian chapter of it, a boy, Tife, met a girl, Sansa, and they fell in what they thought was a tolerable...

As I watched the video (which I can no longer find) of that police officer kneeling on George Floyd’s neck for 3 minutes, 5 minutes, as...

My father, the dear Papa Afam, is dealing with the lockdown as well as can be expected- which is to say not very well at all. Coronic...

My mornings are sacred. Sometimes I go for a walk with the dogs and a friend. Sometimes I have quiet time. It’s for meditation, for...

Minds are fraying. It’s the uncertainty of it all. Faced with an enemy that we can name, but not see, fear-filled thoughts are bursting...

I was struggling, drowning. I had a partner, I had a job, I had friends, but they weren’t enough. Nothing was. My spirit was weak. I knew...

I'm a ridiculously light sleeper. I don't have any medical explanations for this. But when I think about it, it's probably the direct...

Grandmama Afam’s got dementia. I realise that this is a rather depressing way to begin a blog post, but it is what it is, and we’ve all...

My father and I love each other like crazy people. This means our relationship is only wonderfully functional and non-abusive 5 per cent...

My name’s Dami or Afam, my grandma (late) called me Tosin, which I think is my best name. My surname’s Ade-Odiachi, because my father’s...