By now, you must all know that I'm a Lagos boy through and through. I'm so Lagos that the rest of the country might as well be on a different continent. They aren't a part of my reality. However come Tuesday this will change. I'll be heading to Edo State, some where East of Lagos, to begin my year of...

As at now, the blog's received 13,895 page views in October. This is the most it's ever had. I'm confident that it'll get to 14,000 before we get to November. I'm also confident that this post will help it get there. This one is going to be a little bit weird, and at least 50 parts crazier than it's...

It's 2:26 in the morning. Immediately after I write this I'll feed the dog. You've met my dog haven't you? His name is Captain Reginald, and he's amazing. He's taught me a lot about love and responsibility. Love is an unfortunate thing. Love is wiping the sleep from your dog's eyes. Love is picking...

I subscribe to GQ and that means I get one email everyday with a kick ass article in it. It's a very good system, because it saves me from yelling at my laptop when it refuses to go to gq.com and only deems it fit that I read gq.co.uk. And while they're both incredible, gq.com is more incredible than...

While I really, really like talking about other things, my most favourite thing to talk about is me. I can talk about me until I die. I'm so self absorbed it's ridiculous. In my head, I'm constantly having conversations with myself. "Afam, what do you think about this?" or "How much do we hate this...

So someone wore a kilt to Lagos Fashion Week. Normally it shouldn't matter. Normally everyone would have been like, "Haha, check out that guy in a kilt." But this is not a normal situation. Fashion week this year, wasn't normal, and that's because, I, Afam, the Afamzing (Afam amazing- I have a...

Fashion week was perfect. I don't mean that everything went splendidly and that all the clothes were worth seeing, because not all of them were. The Kinabuti collection was a let down. It's because it happened, and I was there. I'll remember it always. It was a watch me fly moment. I was doing something...

The shocking thing about fashion journalism in Nigeria, is that there is none. There's so much arse kissing that it's a wonder that everyone in the industry doesn't walk around with pink eye. And that in itself isn't the worst thing. The worst thing is that  the only fashion journalism that exists...

The time has come for the last edition of Street Style at Lagos Fashion Week series. I'm depressed. Hell to the no! I'm ecstatic. All of that running up and down the green carpet like a madman was just too much effort. Actually that's a lie too. I liked it. I really did. I had such great energy. I was...