The echoes of 1967 still hang in the corridors of Nigerian memory, a weight that bends the light of the present. Even decades later, conversations about Biafra are neither casual...

Lagos at dusk had a rhythm of its own—pulsing, uneven, alive. Streetlights flickered along the Third Mainland Bridge as the last ferryboats made their rounds, carrying men in sharp suits,...

Somewhere in the labyrinth of Silicon Valley, where glass towers capture the sunset and servers hum with invisible currents, ambition moves faster than sound. Two figures, each orbiting their own...

There is a hush in the air when September slides quietly into November, when the streets of Ibadan, Lagos, and smaller towns across southwestern Nigeria begin to shimmer with the...

There are actors who live in the shadows of their characters, and there are those whose names eclipse the very stories they tell. In Nigeria’s film industry, Funke Akindele has...

Before the sun crowned the horizon, Oyo stirred like a city remembering its own heartbeat. The streets, worn by centuries of emperors and ceremonies, carried the hum of anticipation, vibrating...

On humid Lagos nights in the late 1990s, when diesel fumes tangled with the laughter of radio hosts and the air crackled with the promise of something new, two men...

In the quiet of a Lagos morning, the streets hum with lives that Nollywood would one day echo. Before the cameras rolled, before scripts were passed from one trembling hand...

The crowd never really changes; only the stage does. In one corner of Nigeria’s sprawling cultural theatre stands a man in designer shades, smiling into the flashlights of a thousand...

Some songs arrive quietly, almost imperceptibly, only to lodge themselves in the marrow of memory. “Seun Rere,” sung by Christy Essien-Igbokwe, was one of these rare arrivals. It did not...