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.
Airplane selfies are a tacky younger sister said to me. Don’t post that. I shelved the offending picture that would...
Most of the art, writing and other major forms of creativity being produced today are simply worthless. These forms merely...
Afropolitan Vibes boasts of the most robust and heterogeneous crowd in Lagos. Germans, French, Koreans, Britons, Diaspora returnees
I don’t know how they even get to be called apartments but we stayed in a one room apartment many...
NDUKA OTIONO was excited at the prospect of presiding over the formation of a new chapter of the Association of...
2021 has come and gone and with headwinds from the Covid-19 pandemic, many have described the year as a challenging...
“…the people of Igbuzo as a result forbid the eating of fishes from the Oboshi River. The Chief Priest of...
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.
It is quite common to celebrate Nigerians who are loud on noise but very shallow in sublime achievement. The Nigerians...
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.
For many decades in America, people used to ask each other: “Where were you when you heard JFK was shot?”...
