The city is still dark when my alarm blares at 5 AM. I don’t need it; I’m already awake, staring at the ceiling, counting heartbeats, chasing half-dreams that fade too quickly. Sleep and I have long maintained a complicated relationship—lovers who can never quite synchronize. I roll out of bed, feet meeting cold floor that…
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…
It all started with a dinner invitation I didn’t know I couldn’t afford. As your typical Igbo guy newly settling into Florida, I had long heard of the infamous American tipping culture—a capitalist romance between customers and service workers where one party does all the work, and the other is guilted into subsidizing their paycheck….
Look, I get it. You’re tired. Tired of picking up another Nigerian novel only to be hit with colonialism, civil war, poverty porn, or some combination of all three. Don’t get me wrong – these stories matter. But abeg, sometimes a babe just wants to read about two people falling in love without having to…