This story is dedicated to us, for making it this far. For turning our little space into Eden. In the old days that were new, in what was known as Old Lagos, when the gods descended from the heavens, there were but two humans remaining. Her body shivered in the…

A tribute to my parents, who I honour and thank, for everything. We were not on good terms, not by any chance. But still, whatever event I did in lagos, whatever exhibition, there were my parents, both there, doing the best they could to support me. In their own way. …

My little brother called today and he asked, “Tony, when are you coming back again?” It was a simple enough question, but there was something beneath I could hear, the small quiver in every word. The sound of a boy trying to be strong. I was around the area and…

Kingdom of Pharisees and Sadducees: Covenant University, the Shame of Nigeria I

Bad water wey dey flow gan, e no fit carry us — Falz In the beginning, there was nothing — No, that’s not where our story starts. On May 17, 2000, in LUTH, I was born and — No, that’s not where our story starts either. When David Oyedepo built…

I was walking on the street when the panic attack came, and the sky cried red. The buildings collapsed all around me and every breath was like pushing mountains. My fear, doubt and shame had kept a blindfold over me for years, and with them gone, I woke up to…

Months ago, a friend asked me if I had ever loved someone. Romantically. “Yes,” I answered. And then, I thought about what it felt like. Love is trying, I think. It’s being nervous as hell to paint her on her birthday because you’re scared you’ll get it wrong and she’ll…

Dear Ejikeme, It has been years…and for that I have only myself to blame. I was not a good father to you. How are Anita, and the twins? I hope they are doing well. The last time I saw them, they could fit in the cusp of each of my…

“I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you…. What are the words you do not yet have? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make…