Dance is an integral part of cities, like Lagos, which is in constant motion. The way Lagosians move is already dance, even if unintentional. We amble, strut, and skedaddle about our daily activities and it is a kind of dance…
Forget witches, go and check ya self sharp-sharp – Emeka Nwolisa
People are just dropping dead upandan and the wicked have done their worst is the catch phrase at most funerals. Spiritual enemies have been getting bashed up and down too. The spiritual enemies by convention come in two groups…household ones and…
My grief is not yours, so don’t tell me how to do it, biko-Tara Martins Aisida
“You should wear dark or somber colored clothes; you should not smile or laugh too much; you should not wear anything ostentatious at the funeral or wake; you must give a befitting burial; you must stay at home for…
Did you ever hear of the Motor-park Economist? – Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
It’s a high-profile Lagos party, and as Chief of General Staff Aikhomu walks in everybody stands up – except one man! Aikhomu goes to the sitting man to see if he’s all right only for the man to look up…
If everybody loved Uncle Jacob, then who killed him?
Brother Jacob was a quiet but popular man; he was popular because he sold land. He was beloved because people who needed to sell their land trusted that he would not cheat them or undervalue their land or run away…
Mrs is just a title, abi what do you think? – Tara Martins Aisida
I entered the bank with a flourish that cool Monday morning and was met with a loud “Good morning Mrs Aisida” by the beaming bank official and immediately the good feelings I had disappeared. No, the bank official didn’t say anything…
My passenger raped me and then she took my money
I had been a red cab taxi driver for about two years at that time, you know there were these small red cabs before Uber and Taxify came and scattered business for us. I used to have my own clients,…
The Poem Is Mightier Than Cancer- Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
The legendary poet W.H. Auden famously wrote that “poetry makes nothing happen.”. I beg to differ. Poetry makes everything happen. A poem is mightier than the bomb for one. Quote me! Which bomb-maker or thrower is mightier than Yeats, Eliot,…