• Life,  Politics

    20 10 20

    There is a man at the end of Burna Boy’s ’20 10 20′ track, at the 3:18 mark, who in the midst of the gunshots, the running, the chaos, shouts ‘End SARS!’. I think about that man a lot. Last month, something happened. I remember it felt like we had all been simultaneously plugged into a system of consciousness. Unplanned, protests were springing up all over the country. All of a sudden, there were people organizing action in Kaduna, in Ogbomosho, in Port Harcourt. Despite the odds, people were donating money, food, offering free medical service and legal services. Nigerians from varying economic classes, Nigerians at home and abroad came…

  • Life,  Politics

    The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

    Hi guys. Sorry for my unexplained absence for the past couple of days. Thank you so much to everyone who has reached out to check if I was doing okay. I am so grateful. I’m taking a break from the writing challenge to contribute to the current conversation going on right row. In these past few days, I have experienced a roller-coaster of emotions, from feelings of overwhelming pride to intense sadness to burning passion. I know it’s easy to stand back and look away from all that’s going on because nothing ever works in this country. But it appears that unplanned and unintended, the match has been lit, and…

  • Life,  Politics

    THE CABMEN ALWAYS HAVE CHANGE

    It has been 12 days since a cabman sped away with my 50 Naira change, leaving me dumbfounded by the roadside, wondering what I had done in my life to deserve such injustice. He was wearing a blue washed-out polo shirt and I will never forget his face. I pride myself as a sharp girl so you must know that this runaway cabman must have been a professional. While in the cab, I gave him my fare when I was about a minute away from my destination, because my parents taught me never to pay at the beginning of a trip. When I asked him for my change, he told…