I was once in a Danfo Bus in Lagos between Anthony and Oshodi, and a well-built man beside me was forcefully shaking …
The harmattan blew strongly on me as I bent, with my pants pulled down, ‘poo-pooing’ unrestricted in an open-large natural African forest, …
Seeing Dele’s campaign poster came back with a lot of nostalgic memoirs. I mused deeply over it and a flood of reminiscences …
It was a sunny Tuesday in Lagos, the temperature hitting over 40˚C, everywhere was steamy hot. I was driving to Ketu-Mile 12 …
Sitting on my workstation at home with the unfolding global events scrolling on my MacBook, I got lost in the thoughts of …
Friday morning met me on 3rd Mainland Bridge in Lagos. It was 5 am and I was speeding up the longest bridge …
He went in as a shepherd boy, And came back a hero. He was sent to deliver a salutation, He took over …
I cruised through Montgomery Road and on sighting House 33 on Little Road, and the voice of Mr. Ojo filtered through my …
Some time ago in the fall of 2006 [so I think], I was with my classmates under a huge Mango tree and …
