The white men called it-Lagos, our ancestors called it Eko, these urban sprinters call it Lasgidi, in an attempt to ...
by Tafa Osisiye Our red machine –unrivalled in its ugliness- might have originated from our betting colonialist but it has a ...
by Tope Sadiq Life can be challenging in the city of Lagos, the turns and whirls of everyday living can ...
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 ...
by Osisiye Tafa Computer Village is not an exact location. It is a warren of streets on which you find ...
by Rekana Sharon Ojong When I first moved to Lagos, I was lost and didn’t know how I was going to ...
by Ayodeji Rotinwa Lagos living, for me, has been a journey that remarkably, I can’t quite put into words. I ...
by Ifeanyi Dike Jr I was to get to my intended destination in about five minutes but long after then, ...
by Efe Paul Ogidan Street is host to about twenty or so buildings, separated into opposite rows by a narrow ...
by Toni Kan “Acid! Acid!” Abel heard someone scream as the girl cried out but it was not acid. It ...
by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo They are all around us. They come to us; these stories. We find them in the loud ...