When life gives you lemons, you can’t always make lemonade and you must not blame yourself for this.
Have you met Anthony Brown (virtually)? Dont you get such great joy and pleasure of visits from Anthony and his purportedly Millionaire pals almost every time that you try to click on anything?
In the aftermath of the Nigerian-Biafra War, the Nigerian government sought to locate its capital in a location not predominated by any one ethnic group. The site of Abuja was chosen for the Fedeal Capital Territory as it was centrally
We’re ascending a huge rock covered in trees and shrubs following a paper trail. A literal papertrail of confetti, laid by red-clad rabbits that morning. Do It Sideways, the hashmaster, is shouting at us all: “On on? On on?”
The harmattan is still hovering, and Lionel might not make it home. Wikipedia defines harmattan as “a cold-dry and dusty trade wind, blowing over the West African subregion. This northeasterly wind blows from the Sahara Desert into the Gulf of
Eventually morning comes, and if the streets were quiet for elections, they are even quieter today. The fact that it is Sunday has no real meaning in this nearly 100% Muslim town, but the fact that elections are over and
After the voting patrols are finished, around 2 PM, we attend the Saturday “peace prayer” in which over two thousand men – yes entirely men – come out to sit together and pray that the kind of peace we have
I don’t much like the title of this post, but if I wrote “The Only Bature in Mubi” you wouldn’t understand what I was talking about unless you spoke Hausa, in which Bature means “white man” or possibly just “foreigner”
Yesterday was quiet in Kinshasa, that is to say, an ordinary Sunday. Public taxis ran, and people walked in the streets holding their childrens’ hands. It was a relief from a different sort of quiet that descended for many days the past week, since the day before election results...