Yoruba Aunties And How They Mourn

It was a school day, and it wasn’t unusual that we’d been woken up by 6AM however, it was rather unusual that the house was crawling with people, sober with swollen eyes. My father had been in the hospital for 3 months before then so that was definitely not a good sign. I felt my…

Nomad Diaries – To Go Togo No More

I belong to a number of travel groups, on one of which we’d decided to travel to Togo last year. It never happened and it was a motivation for me to get on my little border-border West Africa tour. I was a first-time traveler without a lot of “street experience” but did that deter me?…

The Shared Apartment Experience

I’m the kind of the girl to buy a new bathing sponge and doormat to match the fresh aesthetic ideas I have in my head and so when it was time to get my first apartment in Lagos I knew I was stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea.┬áThe devil would either be…