In Lagos, the noise never ends—it only changes rhythm. From dawn’s impatient horns on Ozumba Mbadiwe to midnight’s muffled laughter seeping from Banana Island terraces, the city lives in layers....

For weeks, Lagos whispered. The story began as a flicker — a rumor between boardrooms, a hush across pews, a tremor in digital spaces where truth and speculation often walk...

There are stories that seem complete the day they are written — until time, that most stubborn of critics, circles back to rewrite them. Wole Soyinka’s The Lion and the...

It often begins with a camera flash — an actor collapsing into a scripted death, the director shouting “Cut!” before the silence feels too real. But sometimes, the scene doesn’t...

It was sometime after midnight when a message meant for one heart became public property. A grainy screenshot surfaced—two sentences, unpunctuated, written in the familiar cadence of someone who once...

On some nights in Abuja, when the lights dimmed across Nyanya and the hum of generators took over the city’s silence, a single voice would pierce through — sharp, aching,...

In the beginning, every performer needed two faces: one for the world, another for survival. Somewhere between the spotlight and the street corner, between church choirs and smoky studios, Nigerians...

On a humid Friday night in Lagos, when the traffic lights blink slower than usual and the air thickens with sweat and generator fumes, a crowd gathers near a street...

For most of us who grew up watching Jackie Chan, his movies were more than action—they were joy in motion. The blend of laughter and danger, comedy and chaos, felt...

In a country where laughter is currency, where screens flicker with tales of joy and folly, one man’s image became a mirror reflecting both the hilarity and contradictions of everyday...