The hum of the jet had a rhythm — smooth, confident, expensive. A kind of mechanical lullaby that only the privileged few in Nigeria’s entertainment aristocracy have learned to trust....

On the night Lagos held its breath, the moon hung low above the Atlantic, silver and watchful, as though it knew something extraordinary was about to unfold. The city below...

In the labyrinthine streets of Lagos, where dust mingled with sunlight and voices carried tales of ambition and survival, alliances were often forged before anyone knew they existed. Life moved...

There are sounds that refuse to leave a room. Echoes that linger long after their source has vanished. In certain corners of Lagos, in the flickering glow of a television...

In Nigeria, gospel music is more than melody; it is the pulse of devotion, the quiet echo of prayer in towering cathedrals and humble street corners alike. Yet beneath the...

It’s been over a quarter of a century since Titanic first unfurled its tragic sails across cinema screens, and yet, the ocean it created has never dried up. Even as...

There are moments when the glimmer of a public marriage turns into a mirror that reflects the fractures within it. In Nigeria’s celebrity culture, few unions carried the magnitude of...

The night breeze over Redemption Camp carries a strange kind of silence. It is not the silence of emptiness but of expectancy — the hush that precedes a shift no...

Before the microphones came on, before the cameras caught the room, something shifted in the air of the National Assembly that morning. It wasn’t politics — not yet. It was...

The first thing you notice about Cobhams Asuquo is not his blindness. It’s the certainty of his hands. They move across the piano like men who know the road, never...