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Stories from the raw, energetic heart of Lagos ā danfo rides, night shifts, and everyday chaos. Real-life city tales told with grit, humor, and a deep local pulse.
Sometime in 2017, late morning glow, somewhere between 11 am and 12pm, I pulled up around Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja, for one of ā¦
It was a red-light district in Ilorin. But not the type with neon lights and sleazy jazz music. This one? A little ā¦
As you draw closer, the noise doesn’t just hit you, it swallows you.And yet, it is here that Lagos eats.It is Lagos’ ā¦
I was once in a Danfo Bus in Lagos between Anthony and Oshodi, and a well-built man beside me was forcefully shaking ā¦
If Nigeria had a national superpower, it wouldnāt be oil. Or jollof. Or the hustle mentality. Not even the ability to form ā¦
It was one of those Monday mornings when harmattan paints Lagos in a pale grey mist, dust swirling like spirits dancing on ā¦
A few weeks ago, I was driving along the Apapa-Oshodi Expressway and stopped briefly under the Ilasamaja Bridge to pick a call. ā¦
Lagos is an operating system where each entrance is a loading screen.You get reborn ā or wrecked! And if you can make ā¦
