If you know anything about Nigeria, you should know that solutions never work off the rack here. We…
My first time at Fela’s shrine leads to this revelation. There is open air weed smoking. Standing people in front waving hands and looping heads in intense intoxication fueled by either the open air weed smoking or the music magic. The beauty is in not being able to…
Murphy’s Law states that “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong at the worst possible…
The music plays, it’s slow and languid. People sway in front, their chests breaching the raised dais. Their eyes turn dreamily at the lead…
Written in January, 2016.
The vigilante whistles used to make me feel safe.
When I was a much younger person I would lie on my stomach, chin supported by the dirty pillow my brother had left behind when he deserted us two years ago…
I come from a town called Okene. My people are called “ebira”. Okene is a rocky place, the terrain. Someone once suggested that there are…
