There are days when sound carries history, when silence becomes a form of protest, and when a man’s anger stops being personal and starts becoming symbolic. Lagos had seen chaos...

The studio feels suspended in breath. Between the soft hum of air-conditioning and the low throb of cameras, there is a pause — a pause that stretches, not awkwardly, but...

The streets of Yaba in 1998 were a symphony of chaos and rhythm—motorbikes revving, vendors shouting, footsteps echoing against sunbaked pavement. Yet, in the midst of the city’s ceaseless motion,...

There are nights, they say, when the Lagos skyline hums like a choir rehearsing for a concert no one will attend. The air along Victoria Island thickens with the pulse...

It was a calm afternoon — ordinary in every way that mattered, yet drenched in a kind of quiet that only hindsight can explain. The crew had been filming since...

There are moments in history when silence speaks louder than invention. Inside Meta’s Menlo Park headquarters one late evening in 2022, long after most employees had logged off, the building...

It began, as Lagos nights often do, with the hum of possibility. From afar, the Eko Hotel and Suites shimmered like a citadel of glass, its façade reflecting the restless...

Long before the world called him the King of Pop, Michael Jackson was already a prisoner of the night. Under the stage lights, his body glowed with the brilliance of...

The city was a drumbeat, pulsing under neon skies and the restless hum of traffic. Lagos, in the early 1980s, carried its ambitions like smoke — visible, yet elusive, slipping...

There are moments in a performer’s life when acting ceases to be imitation and becomes revelation. Olu Jacobs, then seventy-five, sat alone between takes, his hands clasped, eyes fixed on...