Run, Run, Run

If the bus conductor with a golden tooth tells you the fare to Ijebu-ode is one thousand five hundred Naira, don’t protest. Just crawl into the bus, fold into the window seat, and watch life unfold slowly on the wet streets of Oshodi. If, after thirty minutes in the car, someone passing asks the conductor …

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Control

Last night I was trying to wrestle a story from the grip of my daemon. I started to call him/it daemon after watching Elizabeth Gilberth’s TED talk. She doesn’t want writers to dies young like they used to, so she asked them to blame their daemons/muse/that voice for their failures. I’m not a writer so, …

Inertia

Inertia is that thing that binds you to your bed in an endless loop of vivid dreams and gory nightmares. Inertia is why mama never left, even when he tattooed his palm print on her cheek. He’ll change, she always said. But he never did. Inertia is why you’re locked in this dance. Two steps …

Sleepless Nights, Sluggish Internet Access and the National Fish

There are problems that are difficult to explain outside of the Nigerian context: how do you tell someone you couldn't sleep because your rechargeable fan ran out of charge? You need to explain the absence of electricity, the ubiquity of mosquitoes and how fans are effective in reducing the impact of those annoying killers (yes, …