March 1, 2025

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…

February 27, 2025

No one told me we lived in a ghetto. I only realized it when I visited my cousins during the holidays, first in Ejigbo, then in Iyana Iba. It was in the way they said it—half amusement, half pity—how they wrinkled their noses and called my home “Ajegunle,” with the kind of finality that needed…