The “corow,” as everyone called it, hit Jekwu like a rogue okada speeding down a Lagos street. Suddenly, the church… READ MORE
From “Lagos is a trap“. You’d think that gossip is for people in the rural areas, who carry baskets on… READ MORE
A bloodcurdling scream tore me from sleep. Moonlight painted the room an eerie red, and I gasped, chest tight. The… READ MORE
Chaos. But not the kind where blood is spilled and heads roll. We are talking about Lagos. That’s where I… READ MORE
When Abdul-Ahmed, my closest friend, requested a story about the Sickle Cell gene, I felt a responsibility weigh on me… READ MORE
"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."
~ Rogers Hornsby
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