On a December morning in 1997, along the old Ibadan road that winds through red dust and diesel fumes, a silver Mercedes Benz lay crushed against the edge of a...

In the streets of Nigeria, the hum of the nation seemed subdued, like a heartbeat slowed by apprehension. Somewhere in the distance, a horn blared, a child laughed, a door...

For hours, Nigeria refused to sleep. Inside viewing centers, lounges, and street corners that glowed with the faint blue light of television screens, an entire nation leaned into silence —...

It began like every other Holy Ghost Congress night — millions gathered under the iron ribs of the Redemption Camp canopy, the sea of believers breathing in rhythm with the...

Nigeria’s political landscape has always carried a tension almost tactile in its stillness. There are moments when the air seems to thicken, as if the nation itself holds its breath,...

In the heart of Nigeria, where music pulses through every street and ambition hums louder than traffic, Davido’s name is spoken with a mix of awe, curiosity, and inevitability. Few...

There are stories that end neatly, tied with ribbons, and there are stories that stop mid-sentence, leaving echoes behind. The Johnsons belonged to the latter. For more than a decade,...

Night falls over Lagos like a heavy curtain, swallowing streets and alleys in darkness. The air hangs thick with anticipation, punctuated by distant shouts, the muted rhythm of a lone...

On the eve of Nigeria’s independence, Lagos was a city caught between two heartbeats. One belonged to the colonial order—rigid, watchful, fraying at the seams. The other was the restless...

October 1st, 2025, dawned across Nigeria with the soft hum of anticipation and the subtle stirrings of memory. Sixty-five years after independence, the nation wakes in rhythms that are at...