Adieu

Adieu Jungle Justice

After the many recent cases of jungle justice and the ear-ripping silences that follow, I often find myself at loss for words in conversation, however slight, that concern the humanity of my society. Before now, I’ll sweat, wear out the muscles and the veins unfortunate enough to be situated close enough to my mouth anytime […]

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I rode in a molue! And I survived!!

I rode in a molue! And I survived!!

So I entered a molue, on a whim. Now to the uninitiated, molues are those unsightly, puke-yellow-coloured monstrosities that ply only Lagos roads. They used to be called buses about two lifetimes ago. Now they are just relics of a past civilization which somebody is desperately trying to keep alive. They really should rightfully be […]

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How to be a Lagosian

How to be a Lagosian

Have you ever met a fat Lagos woman? No a proper Lagos iya. They are usually half the size of a classic obese woman but they cause double the discomfort.  They are usually dressed in roomy ‘nightgowny‘ Ankara dresses. And smell of something that makes acrid smell welcoming. And when they speak, it’s in spit […]

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