Memory, Town
In Nembe, a girl tells me, this town is not safe. You have to have a strong mind to live here. She tells me that boys from the next town attack their town from time [...]
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A Frozen Perspective
The mother at Ibadan grips the hand of her daughter, smiling at me as we ride the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor of Cocoa House. The woman by the side of the road in [...]
Transitory Notes
A photograph holds a moment as a record of history that will resonate through time, but what does the witness carry after bearing witness? In a market in Bauchi, Nengi asks a man to [...]
The Enthusiasm of Strangers
Cover Image credit: Kenechukwu Nwatu You are standing in the midst of a bed of hydrangeas, waiting for water. The sun is hot, almost blinding, an unfamiliar heat that leaves your neck prickly with [...]
A Man To Remember
A. One morning, while taking a walk in Afikpo, I tried to emulate a man whose strides fascinated me. He slanted his neck at an improbable angle and raised his shoulders perpetually. He walked, [...]
A Shop in Yelwan Tudu Market
Nengi Walking through the Yelwan Tudu Bauchi market with Kechi reminded me of home, back in Lagos, when my caterer sister and I walked through Balogun market half-frantically searching for last minute spices to [...]
Seeing Faces
In the ancient city of Zaria a girl stares at me as I take her picture. She is not less than five; her eyes are aglow with a childish sense of innocence, her brow [...]
The custodians of history and the keepers of nostalgia
The surface of every story has to be peaceful. I know this now. When I introduce myself to the people I meet on the road, I have to redraw the borders of memory and [...]
The Roadside Intellectuals #3 (S2.EP1) — “Freshly Acquired Perceptions”
What happens when your preconceived notions come in contact with freshly acquired perceptions? In this episode of The Roadside Intellectuals we examine how we have entered into new knowledge. Yinka Elujoba begins the conversation by [...]
Their Space, My Reflections
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 [...]