The white men called it-Lagos, our ancestors called it Eko, these urban sprinters call it Lasgidi, in an attempt to rebrand the city with a befitting title, the government ascribed…
by Tafa Osisiye Our red machine –unrivalled in its ugliness- might have originated from our betting colonialist but it has a uniquely Nigerian name: Baba Ijebu. Lagos is about chances. Or,…
by Tope Sadiq Life can be challenging in the city of Lagos, the turns and whirls of everyday living can drain our funnier side of life but like any good…
by Chinedu Okoro Lagos, you are still our pride, courted by others like a bride, you are most munificent, your jagged scenery never recedes to us who behold,they are never evanescent. Lagos, They call you Eko…
by Osisiye Tafa Computer Village is not an exact location. It is a warren of streets on which you find similar merchandise. Choked within a small area in-between Oremeji Street,…
by Ayodeji Rotinwa Lagos living, for me, has been a journey that remarkably, I can't quite put into words. I am from Lagos, was born, bred and have lived here…
by Efe Paul Ogidan Street is host to about twenty or so buildings, separated into opposite rows by a narrow dirt road that draws its stomach in to hold pools…
by Toni Kan “Acid! Acid!” Abel heard someone scream as the girl cried out but it was not acid. It was something worse, something more shameful, something more atavistic, a…
by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo They are all around us. They come to us; these stories. We find them in the loud honking by 'danfo' drivers which to the untrained ear is noise,…