I am on Twitter and Instagram — @themccoyman In April 2021, I wrote Cowrywise, cut soap for us!, a viral piece for Culture Intelligence, on YNaija.com. When I worked at Culture Intelligence, I often explained the how behind innovative Nigerian businesses. I wrote that Cowrywise is “a wealth management application…

Kenneth and leaving home. For all the promise of Murder on the Orient Express, Death on the Nile was a let down all round — the implausibility of the story, the performance, the disappointing denouement, the cringe CGI. The ensemble of A-list actors was not stirred nicely, not like in Dune or The French…

Welcome. This is the last time I will do this — go on about myself. Enjoy this one. This announcement should not come as a surprise; there are obvious, practical reasons why. I am preoccupied with work now. Also, the team at Medium must be sniffing something wild because it…

I challenge everyone to do their own version of this. What do you like? Do your own post, call it “Lucky for you.” and send the URL to me @themccoyman xx. I like pictures. Lucky for you, I like to be sent pictures. Before I lost my last phone, I had populated separate…

Read Tonight, I am Zayn Malik in Mind of Mine. I once said that Sweetness sounds like the past and the future—you know, the sound from the 1980s that people in afros and bootcuts swung their waists to. But it is also nothing you have ever heard because Sarz is…

I speak for Nathan. Like you, I love a love story. In its fated, fierce, fantastical shades. With its pleasant denouement. Issa Rae’s Insecure knitted love stories, didn’t it? Especially in that final season. Some perception will reveal an important truth to you though—the main love story was Issa and Molly’s. Ultimately, Insecure is…

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…