The stadium pulsated with expectation. August heat pressed down on every corner of the National Stadium, Surulere. Samuel Okwaraji sprinted across the pitch with the ball glued to his feet,...

A dusty late‑afternoon in Abuja, the sun already dipping behind the red‑brown skyline of the Nigerian capital, set the stage for an extraordinary diplomatic tremor. Government officials gathered in quiet...

On the morning of September 29, 2008, the trading floor of the Nigerian Stock Exchange was not yet aware that the ground beneath global finance was already cracking. In Lagos...

The morning light over Abeokuta had that reluctant calm before theatre begins—sunlight sliding across the courtyard of the Olusegun Obasanjo Presidential Library, where Nigeria’s past and present had gathered to...

The highway was deceptively calm that August afternoon, the late sun slanting over the jagged ridges of Imo State like a spotlight on a stage no one had prepared for....

The hum of a ceiling fan. The sudden sigh of darkness. Then, the faint blue blink of a prepaid meter. Every Lagos night begins and ends with this small ritual...

In Nigeria, power and piety have always shared the same stage, yet few ever pause to notice the cracks beneath the spotlight. What happens when ambition meets altar, when the...

The night was unusually humid over Abuja. In the stillness, before dawn could announce itself, the quiet streets began to stir with the faint growl of engines. Somewhere inside Maitama,...

The classroom is silent for a fraction of a second—just long enough for a teacher to catch her breath, adjust her glasses, and glance at the clock. Then the door...

It began quietly, like most trading days in Lagos do: the hum of generators, the hiss of coffee machines, and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards as brokers logged into the...