
Episode 1 of Japa Chronicle.
In this raw, witty, and laugh-out-loud honest blog post, Folusho takes us into the chaotic beauty of life as a Nigerian grad student in America—where every palm tree hides a new bill, every lecture comes with heartbreak, and every text from home assumes she’s now a billionaire.
If you’ve ever chased a dream, questioned your choices, or googled “marry for green card yes or no,” this story is for you.
When Ronke traded Lagos for Chicago, she exchanged her literary dreams for a barista’s apron. Now, one year after losing her Nigerian publisher and her hard-earned money, she steams milk by day and stares at a blank screen by night. The American dream? More like American disillusionment.
But in the quiet hours between shifts, when Chicago’s skyline glitters with possibilities just beyond reach, Ronke’s words begin to flow again—honest, raw, and uniquely hers. As she navigates the space between two worlds, neither fully Nigerian nor American, she discovers that some stories take time to brew.
A poignant tale of creative resilience, immigrant ambition, and the quiet courage it takes to write yourself back to life—one page, one cup, one hope at a time.
Donald has spent his entire life in love with Annette Thuraya—his childhood friend, college roommate, and now business partner in their successful interior design firm. Despite their perfect chemistry and the countless remarks about what a beautiful couple they make, Annette has kept him firmly in the friend zone since their failed kiss at eighteen. After years of silent longing, Donald finally decides to make his move on Valentine’s Day by leaving a note that could change everything.
CW: Sex, Language
When a brutal assault by Nigeria’s notorious SARS unit shatters Ejiro’s world, her fury sparks a digital uprising that spills into the streets. In the chaos of the #EndSARS protests, she crosses paths with Tunde Alade—a reclusive tech billionaire with scars of his own. As tear gas clouds the air and chants shake the nation, their fight for justice becomes a fight for each other. But when bullets rain down at Lekki Toll Gate, love and revolution collide—and survival comes at a cost.
This is Part One of an ongoing story article written to reflect a day in the life of Timi Waters.
The streets of Downtown Dallas transform after dark. The day belongs to the well-dressed, the ones who carry themselves like they own the pavement, their polished shoes clicking in rhythm with their ambition. But when night falls, Elm Street hums a different tune—one I’ve come to know too well. Neon spills onto the sidewalks, painting…
My room is a cocoon of darkness, pierced only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windowpane. Outside, Lagos trembles beneath the weight of the storm, the streets slick with water, the air thick with a dampness that clings to the skin like an unwanted memory. The grating hum of my neighbor’s generator gnaws…