The novels of Chigozie Obioma compel critical attention. It is indeed rare...
Shock slowly gave way to disbelief and overwhelming grief over the passing,...
When a story is stranger than the strangest fiction, it lasts from one lifetime to the end of time. There was this musician whose life and death shook up Nigeria...
“When Winston was born, lots of fairies swooped down on his cradle...
Because of this, our environment becomes vital to our progress. As a fifteen-year-old, I knew this intuitively, not as I know it now, not theoretically. I knew that my environment was limited in significant ways. It wasn't one for creativity or imagination. It lay at the tail end of cynicism
Ngugi wa Thiong’o, passed away at the age of 87 and was cremated a few days later. He will never again speak or be seen, but though gone, he will...
learning a language is never just about grammar or vocabulary. It’s about rhythm, tone, cultural context, even body language. French wasn’t just a tool for communication — it reflected how people relate to each other, how they argue, joke, flirt, comfort, and express emotion.
My primary reservation with this binary polarization of gender into victim and villain, this apportionment of blame in Adichie’s literary works is that it almost denies men their humanity. It foists on men this ideological coat of perpetrator of female suffering, and within this paradigm, it becomes strange, almost impossible, to even conceive of men as victims of female cruelty.
Africa has just welcomed the path-finding Ngugi wa Thiong’o into the pantheon of ancestors. It was on Wednesday, May 28, 2025 the news broke that the revolutionary Kenyan novelist, playwright,...
Lagos is a city of parvenus, nouveaux riches and arrivistes. It has...
I remembered Nigeria in snatches; roofs of houses overlapping each other, lying like broken china in the sun in cities that suffer from insomnia. Storey buildings where churches and plazas are attached like appendages with speakers raised to alarming decibels vying for the right to make you deaf. Noise was a way of life.
Kole Omotoso was my teacher at the then University of Ife, now Obafemi Awolowo University, with pre-Nobel Professor Wole Soyinka as Head of Department. My first encounter with Kole Omotoso...
