One of my earliest memories is of a gift I received from my Uncle Frank, who used to be a commercial pilot. He’d just flown back in from the States, and brought identical gifts for me and my cousins Olamma and Alisa — the cutest little Barbie dolls. I don’t…

The first time I ever saw the word ‘baddie’ was a long, long time ago. It was in a 2014 Buzzfeed article about Helen Vanwinkle — an old lady whose internet persona is called Baddie Winkle. …

First off, I’m so sorry if you thought you would find helpful commentary on fashion here because of the title — I just named it that because I thought it was a cleverer way to say ‘A Work-Life Balance Saga’, and it made me giggle a little. I’m not in…

This is a piece on my friend, Yetunde. The first time I met, or rather — came across this babe was in my first year at Babcock Uni. …

I was Noëlla, she who had it all figured out. I had it all written. No, not with the brittle lead of the ends of a pencil — that would have been far too faithless. Printed on paper. Yes, wet ink spritzed onto fresh A4 sheets by the nozzles of…

I smile a lot. In Primary Six, I’d just moved to a new school in a new city, and gained myself the nickname of Smiling Face. Being a happy-go-lucky person has always come naturally to me, but growing up and becoming an adult has meant that I’ve had to carefully…

In 1980, a girl called Chidumeme picked up a pen to write to her friend Chiemelie. The letter is preserved in The Old Residency Museum, Calabar¹. Below is a reimagination of the contents of this mysterious letter. Dearest Chiemelie, I would be amused by the way you lie, if the…

I don't want to write this one. I've been happy to write an end-of-year piece every 31st of December for the past few years, but I TRULY do not want to write one tonight. I don’t even want to do anything, if I’m being a hundred percent honest. I don’t…

are you a young adult or are you Atlas? for you carry it all — done so for years. you hold it all together and i should be inspired, but i’m terrified. are you a young adult or are you Atlas? for you seem so graceful — every checkbox marked. you dangerous god in camouflage. work and friendships and growth and life; all rotating as scheduled in the solar system of your life. how? you horrify me, and i want to be you.