Somewhere between those readings, shared meals and quiet conversations, the people I had met at the airport stopped feeling like strangers. The city outside the workshop continued moving in its usual Lagos way, but inside that room, I had found a slower kind of movement—the movement of ideas between people.
Literary Essays
Now, I would be dishonest if I stood here in 2026 and spoke about the future of the creative economy without naming the force that is already remaking it: artificial intelligence. And I know the fear in this room, because I share the caution -that the machine will flatten our voice, that it will make every story sound the same, that it will take the bread from the animator and the editor and the writer. That fear is not foolish.
March 10, 2026 marked seven years since multi-hyphenate – Poet/Prose Stylist/Academic/Public Intellectual, Pius Adesanmi, departed…
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
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.
People migrate in different ways too; there are the ones that move with credentials in hand and hope in the pocket – these ones are looking for the fabled greener pastures. Before they set out, they would have probably called a friend to beg for a spot on their couch for a few weeks
A landmark event such as this global TV adaptation of Things Fall Apart definitely commands consummate critical attention, with some critics arguing in a nativist manner that a native Igbo actor ought to play the role of Okonkwo! Well, William Shakespeare’s plays are acted all over the world by actors from every part of the universe.
You will write long letters home, letters that will never make it home, because if your mom ever reads them, she’ll tell you “come back home, omo mi, at least there is food in your mother’s house ”. And she will nag you until you do, even though you do want to.
The profundity of these presumably simple words of consolation combines effectively with his wise saying about the sun to bestow the toga of an unsung philosopher on Unoka, thus setting the stage for endless dialogue on his character.
thelagosreview.ng is seeking insightful, poignant, detailed, and well-written essays in which the writer expresses his/her/their motive for relocation or migration and the effect of that movement on their craft.
Though not well education, TB Joshua had the innate intelligence common to conmen. He could read and anticipate situations correctly, a point made by Paul Agomoh who was his second in command for many years. “He was a genius at making things happen the way he wanted,” Agomoh said in the BBC documentary.
I met Benjamin Zephaniah, once, in Lagos… He was tall, dreadlocked, animated and charming. His British accent had a tinge of the Caribbean twang and as a young poet and writer; it was as always a pleasure to meet a celebrated writer.