Dear Titi

dear titi, i knew you would leave i knew that underneath the brilliant smiles that trailed your face whenever we kissed was a curious dose of hasty conclusions well, i was ready; i always was maybe i didn’t tell you, now i will: i do not fall in love i am not the guy ladies call a ‘player’ i just do not know how to love ladies. staying with you for more than two weeks was my first after a week, i always want to break up the relationship that’s the way i am and i have no apologies when our paths crossed i tried not to break your heart because, before now, whether i liked it or not i always ended up breaking hearts because i left when the ladies were at the peak of hat they felt or ...

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AND AFTER MANY WORDS

I do not have any grand reason for tirelessly canvassing for Jowhor Ile’s AND AFTER MANY DAYS. In fact, I am yet to read the prize-winning debut novel. Sometimes, I have discovered, maybe some things should not be bothered by the overrated burden of ‘reason’, whether logical or irrational. Last year, I was all out for TRAM 83. Again, no reason whatsoever, other than its weirdly unconventional title, its cover design, and the ‘sweet’ name of the author (Fiston Mwanza Mujila)—that became music to my ears. There are many others like me who, at times, buy books for their titles, cover designs and blurbs, especially if the author is unknown and somewhat obscure. Someone—a writer I know—once said that people who b...

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Walking in the Den of Thieves

Tales of a Lagos neighborhood Strolling in the gritty interiors of Shomolu, a rather puerile suburb of Lagos is not the same as walking in other parts of the city. For a state like Lagos that houses beautiful and picturesque communities on the Island and some parts of the mainland, the Shomolu town is a boisterous case study for a comprehensive discussion on where not to live in Lagos. For instance, when you, as a stranger, are unfortunate to be moving in the repulsive enclaves and conclaves of Bajulaye, the notorious headquarters of hoodlums in Shomolu, one of two things is bound to happen; you either discover that your phone and wallet have gone missing, or you are physically 'obtained' by the job...

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