“You don’t take a photograph. You ask quietly to borrow it.” — Unknown X. There is a thing about missed opportunities. Most times, once it’s gone, it’s gone. The only thing you can do [...]
Over the years I have had to redefine “home”, Each time I find myself in a new place, uncertain of what that place would bring and regardless of whether or not I am [...]
X. You sit, silent. Look out the window, watch the sparse trees and thick brown grasses run in the opposite direction. You point at sights to the person sitting beside you. You do not [...]
The road has been a gift that keeps on giving even though most times it’s a repetition of what has happened before. Enter a new place, get familiar, meet people, seek permission, lift a [...]
Whenever i hear the word “city”, especially in the 2010’s, i immediately imagine a metropolis, even though the dynamic changes when this city is situated in Nigeria. I visited Zaria city for the first [...]
Newton’s First Law of motion says a body remains at rest or constantly in motion unless an external force act upon … No, this is not Physics, this is just a series of questions [...]
A. I know a familiar tinge of sadness intimated with the rituals of leaving. I can declaim the sudden disarrangement in time—usually a dark, windy dawn, a cold hurried bath, the picking up of [...]
X. I struggle. To write, to take photographs, to capture alluring moments, to freeze memories, to do the work. I would rather sit with strangers, have conversations and observe than lift my camera, but [...]
Reflections So far, the road has presented me with constant avenues for reflections; every space I occupy, the people I meet and interact with, the objects—all of these things somehow present an open vault [...]