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War at Club 57

Friday nights are the best kinds of nights in Lagos. Save for the unfortunate traffic that befalls those who dare to leave the island...

Lady Masseuse

Words that rhyme with danger: red rooms, crystal balls, strobe lights, red rugs, incense, her; all of those in one place. It all seemed...

Food Shack Blues

I took a guy I didn’t like there once. We got out of the Uber that took us from Double Four restaurant, where we...

Black Out At Maroccaine Bar

It was 4:30am and I opened my eyes. I was on my bed, fully clothed in the grey skirt and lazy black t-shirt I...

Ain’t No Sunshine In Bogobiri

“Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And she's always gone too long Anytime she goes away.” The...

5 Places; 5 Short Lagos Stories

To describe Lagos is to describe a Nigerian song that is bad on most days, but whose lyrics you can sing along to and...

It’s All Fun And Social Media Until You Lose Your Independence

Over the past week, I’ve first gone on a controlled social media rampage which was really the ripple effect of a slight emotional imbalance...

The Great Escape

When I was barely two years old, I ran away from home. Not that I had any need to run, or that I in...

Review of Tram 83 by Fiston Mwanza Mujila

“There are certain books you read in sobriety, and Tram 83 is not one of them.” That was my tweet, barely halfway into reading this...

Survival: A Poem

In the dark of night and despair Our souls were torches, burning. In sunken chalets of mud and filth We found home in laughter. In droughts that came...