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It was 2.45 am in the early hour of 2018, and I had a flat tyre somewhere in Oshodi. A wheel spinner was in my right hand, and I was threatening to smash the head of an entitled tout who thinks he needs to be 'settled' for me fixing my
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Sometime in 2017, late morning glow, somewhere between 11 am and 12pm, I pulled up around Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja, for one of those lowkey, high-potential meetups that held the promise of bigger plays. Aunty Dolapo Otegbayi of Peak Milk had linked me up with someone. It wasn’t just about the
Mr. Senator
A thought of Dele today was like cracking open a time capsule. Boom! A flood of nostalgic memoirs rushed in, unfiltered and vivid. I caught myself musing deeply, drowning joyfully in the memories of those young, golden moments we shared at Touchstone, especially with our tribe of Dipsy, Marcello, Muyee,
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It was a red-light district in Ilorin. But not the type with neon lights and sleazy jazz music. This one? A little darker. Grittier. Wetter. It had just rained, and the city had emptied into silence. Except for the sharp-eyed ladies of the night, standing like ghosts of lust across
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Some objects decorate a man, and then some objects define him. Like a cigarette in the hands of a man of power. It is not an accessory, nor an idle tick. It is not a vice or just a stick of rolled-up tobacco, it is a totem - of power, presence,
Hackers, Hawkers, Hookers
It was 2.45 am in the early hour of 2018, and I had a flat tyre somewhere in Oshodi. A wheel spinner was in my right hand, and I was threatening to smash the head of an entitled tout who thinks he needs to be 'settled' for me fixing my
Wakawaka for Lagos
Sometime in 2017, late morning glow, somewhere between 11 am and 12pm, I pulled up around Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja, for one of those lowkey, high-potential meetups that held the promise of bigger plays. Aunty Dolapo Otegbayi of Peak Milk had linked me up with someone. It wasn’t just about the
Mr. Senator
A thought of Dele today was like cracking open a time capsule. Boom! A flood of nostalgic memoirs rushed in, unfiltered and vivid. I caught myself musing deeply, drowning joyfully in the memories of those young, golden moments we shared at Touchstone, especially with our tribe of Dipsy, Marcello, Muyee,
A Night Shift With Olosho
It was a red-light district in Ilorin. But not the type with neon lights and sleazy jazz music. This one? A little darker. Grittier. Wetter. It had just rained, and the city had emptied into silence. Except for the sharp-eyed ladies of the night, standing like ghosts of lust across
The Cloud Of Reason
Some objects decorate a man, and then some objects define him. Like a cigarette in the hands of a man of power. It is not an accessory, nor an idle tick. It is not a vice or just a stick of rolled-up tobacco, it is a totem - of power, presence,
