I was chatting with a very dear friend about being in Benin-city and living here instead of that congested Lagos and I told him about working here for a while before sneaking out at dawn back to Lagos to another job. As I recounted the experience to Odogwu, I realized how much I had forgotten about the turbulence of that time. Continue reading →
“Chai I no even dey Lagos”
I was chatting with a friend who came into Lagos two days ago and wanted us to see and after tying ‘chai’ my phone predicted the rest of the message. I smiled as I realised how often I must have typed those words in that sequence. I have travelled every month this year- more than once in some months (May was epic) and all these trips have been within Nigeria- why am I not global now? Chissss *in Charles’s Okocha’s hypeman’s voice* Continue reading →
You’re sitting on your bed with your laptop a few centimetres away from you. The sentences your fingers are planting on the screen make you wince but you do not delete them, you decide to leave the shining imperfections and grow your word count. You just typed ‘injection’ when you heard the boom. Continue reading →
I grew up in Nigeria, in a bustling suburb of Lagos in the 1990’s and 2000’s. It was a beautiful childhood and I spent a solid portion of it reading and watching movies- my younger brother loved them. I did not visit the US or Canada at any time, yet I was could identify many landmarks in those countries and tell you where they were located, I could list their important leaders, statesmen and heroes and I could describe pizza even down to its taste without having seen it before.
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The Social Media Week Lagos officially kicked off at the Landmark Centre Victoria Island Lagos and it was lit! Continue reading →
*Dancing shoki as I stroll into the building*
I can’t dance in real life, I can’t move my body rhythmically. If you wanna laugh really hard… ask me to dance or draw.
Anyway I’m dancing in my mind and as usual, I’m fabulous. I got nominated for the Versatile blogger award by Tessa this is the first time I’ve been nominated here and it’s exciting.
The first time I saw a vulture, I was ten years old. We were in Jebba and it was a peaceful morning, We’d been travelling all night, our bus had broken down several times since we left Lagos at 9pm. We should have gotten to Bida at 5am but we watched the sunrise at Jebba as we waited for the vulcanizers to open.
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