Tag: Writing

The City That Was Waiting – Mariam Mimi Abdullahi

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.

Uprooted and setting down new roots in France – Oyindamola Depo-Oyedokun.

While my journalism career has taken a bit of a backseat, I would say my general writing career is still in a good place. I’ve been writing a lot in transit, on the bus, on the tram. Because I don’t have as much time to do so when I’m settled at home, between schoolwork and adulting tasks like having to prep my meals. But it’s okay because public transport here is conducive for that. I am not hindered by uncomfortable heat or guarded about being on my phone on an unsafe street.