Metro Gist

The courtroom in Ikeja was thick with a silence that didn’t belong to the living. The air was still, yet...

Beneath the ceaseless pulse of Lagos—the honking of danfos, the chatter of traders, the relentless glow of streetlights—there exists a...

The wind coming off Bar Beach that September morning carried more than salt and sea spray—it carried history. Lagos had...

Darkness in the training barracks is heavy, the kind that presses against every thought before dawn has even begun. Outside,...

In Jos, the evenings used to sound like memory. Brass bands rose from school yards, children sang in round harmonies,...

There is a corner of Ijebu-Ode where the air never quite stands still. Even on dry mornings when the markets...

Alaba International Market is more than a commercial hub; it is a living, breathing organism. Its alleys pulse with the...

In the quiet hum of Lagos evenings, in the corners of local internet cafés, and on smartphones held tightly in...

In the shadows of Lekki’s luxury towers and Surulere’s densely packed estates, invisible battles rage—between those who own walls and...

For decades, the very name of this place—Alagbon Close—was enough to drain color from a man’s face. It was not...