A city that never sleeps; was a popular phrase, by one of my uncles, who virtually spent over twenty years as a resident in Lagos. He has retired now after 35years of dedicated civil service. A city, I always dreamt of as a kid, heard of on the News and read on the pages of … Continue reading Making The Best Of Lagos Traffic!
Today I saw everyone clearly. The yellow and green taxis reminding me of when I was fifteen, a fat thing, in school uniform, transport fare in hand, tightly clasped to feel my way home. they,all in a line wait, the sweaty drivers, mechanical palms beating on wheels, feet tightly placed on brakes, whistles, slippery escapes … Continue reading Everyone, Clearly
A friend once shared an experience she had years back in Texas. She narrated how she attended a church, dominated by blacks, and I could bet by many Nigerians too, and the prayer point kept focusing on immigration issues. The pastor would call for prayer for those who needed their papers regularized, those who had … Continue reading Let Us Pray
It was a journey Mbukpa wouldn’t have embarked upon had he heard the news earlier. He stepped out of his office dressed in black suit, blue shirt and a black-striped tie. Done for the day, he clocked out by 4.00 pm to take his three-year old son home for a time together. They had been … Continue reading When Miracles Are Scarce
It was during the morning of Twenty Six (after Christmas Day) when I drove out to the office to pick up the security token for my laptop since I needed to complete some reports that were to be due the following day, that I grinded to a halt by a traffic light when it turned … Continue reading When the Light turns Green
My alarm buzzes-ring!!! Out of my cosy bed, I jump Into the frigid tub, I slump I pull the shower handle, Shoved both paste and brush into my mouth And bubbles mix with cool menthol on my skin It’s another working day And I am running late! Do I wear the new black suit? … Continue reading Why I Get Paid