It is midnight in McGregor College, Afikpo, Ebonyi state. Can you believe it? I am lying on this bunk bed, staring at the iron bars above me as if they are prison bars. They might as well be. I am shaking my head and asking questions of God. My mattress…

“I’m adoring you, it’s all good. You’re so beautiful, I’m black and blue all over.”

It’s the same old, corny trick. One your head plays on your doting heart. I am sitting at the back of an Uber, plugged to this song I used to like. We are driving through…

I often wonder how it will happen — my Nigerian death. I would like to see it coming. I would hate to be caught unawares. I sit and ponder. There must be no failure of imagination. What are the many fatal tragedies that can befall me in this country?

Would…

This was originally written in April 2016.

I have just read There Was A Country.

I should have read Chinua Achebe’s book a while ago. I am always late to classics. I had this copy since; it was one of the seven hardcovers I stole from my Uncle’s library in…

This is to be read in a dramatic Igbo accent.

Why you go fine like this?

Pesin go fine like this? Unbelievable. I am caught up in utter amazement. I am bemused, bewildered, amazed, flabbergasted. Why? Kilode. What can fa? This is too much. It is ridiculous, ludicrous, ludacris.

You’re sweet like coconut, your body like…

Room 101.

I have pondered on the many intriguing ways to write this to you. I have teased for months. I have waited for significant things to happen, so I could tie this story to one of them. Significant things have happened. But on an ordinary Sunday morning like this, I have…

How many times has he done this? This early trip to Lagos. In university, how many times did he hurriedly leave Ile-Ife, in a jacket, with a grateful colleague. He would text them two days before, “We have to be at Deloitte on Thursday!”

With mobility, he had one rule…

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It is midnight in Abuja. I am not sitting or lying. It is not quiet. It is blaring. I am on both feet, surrounded by hundreds of sweaty people, on the rooftop of a multi story building. Damn, Bar Finals ended today! So we…

It is midnight in Ibadan. I am sitting straight on my bed. Billie Eillish’s No Time To Die is playing softly from my Havit speakers.

Fool me once, fool me twice. Are you death or paradise? Now you’ll never see me cry. There’s just no time to die.

I cannot…

In M.I.’s YXNG DXNZL, he couples the most candid rap project. It is correct to consider it a critical self-evaluation of his career as Africa’s top rapper. The development curve of a decade long career is expectedly intriguing.

I think that YXNG DXNZL gifts insight into the person called Jude…

McCoy

Liberation.

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