Memoirs

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 had dinner – an overpriced Pasta dish soaked in melted...

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 wore out of the house the day before. My wig...

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 absence of bright lights, the tiny walkways between tables, 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 whose melody has the ability to move your body wilfully,...

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 fact knew I was running or wandering away from the...