The fact is, writing, deserves much more accolade than it receives. But this is not the time to place blames. This is the moment when we need to echo our voices together into a thunderstorm and break the

A boy sings a song Melody amorphous like the body of water. A boy's tongue is a slippery altar Where God falls every now and then Into thorny lyrics. A boy was not born to sing, This is why he will not

Since it seems no one or very few people are interested in talking about this wonderful song, i'll be doing a review here. See, forget the Nigerian music which has gone sour, we still have artists doing

recap 1 welcome to Nigeria. I am a patriot & I will not speak ill of my country. & even if I do, I am on a safe side because she'd never know. She's on life support. I pledge to Nigeria my country

Lagos is a city of ghosts Once a friend packed his bags Called & said he was Travelling The mother said her son Had always been By her side Then i saw him lay outside In the shame of A tomb Years later

I was traveling back to Ibadan on Thursday when something I would consider interesting but tense happened. We were about reaching Alakia when we got hooked up in a heavy traffic. Everybody was tired and

Let me share my bitter experience first biko. The first time my name was mentioned and my article read on the radio, it was on 'State of the Nation' weekly program by Edmond Obilo on Inspirational FM.

This is the February; the month of Love, lust, commitment, romance and everything partaining to sexual relationship. & this is why i'm bringing to you a series of one of the erotica stories that has