She sat with her left leg tucked under her body as she read a novel she bought from one of the young men who sold novels beside the Edegbe park at Yaba, they all knew her name and knew to save the latest titles by Marian Keyes, Sophie Kinsella and the Sheldons she hadn’t read yet. David Baldacci would be added to that list in the near future, but at the time she hadn’t seen Saving Faith in the hands of a certain Ekene. The year was still 2007 and she was in her second year at university. Continue reading →
I grew up in the 1990s, in the heyday of Babangida and Abacha, when Nigeria rolled over and died. Because I was a child, I was insulated from the bleakness that hung in the air. While the terms SAP, DIFRI, Ogoni 9, attempted coup, annulled elections, PTF and military junta- I loved that phrase, were words I heard on the news, they had no real meaning to me until fuel scarcity joined the mix. Continue reading →
My mum says there were women who were named Independa, they were born on the first day of October 1960- the day Nigeria attained independence.
Today is their birthday and Nigeria’s too but I’m pretty angry with the way things are here, with the silly progress we have made.
So I wrote a poem for Nigeria, it’s my birthday message to a country I do not love anymore.
There’s a certain Nigerian pseudo-celeb Joro Olumofin, he’s a psychologist and relationship consultant who’s pretty popular on instagram. The cases he showcases will remind you that truth can be stranger than fiction. Continue reading →
In the early 1990’s a certain TV show was airing on NTA, it was titled Third Eye. My parents tell me it was about a young girl who helped her father solve cases, he was a police officer or something. Olu Jacobs was the father and the only thing I remember about the series was him muttering the phrase “I wonder, I just wonder” in that voice with the rich timbre. Continue reading →