As I write this one I'm literally listening to Demi Lovato's Cool For the Summer which sounds like what sex looks like in 2015. At first you're looking and thinking about how interesting they are, then you're talking or dancing and you're thinking about how shaggable they are. And the next thing you...

I don't like talking about death in real terms. I know we all do it (die), but still, talking about it always leaves me a bit rattled. I don't think my life is a sea of tragedy, but that's how I feel when I talk about my experiences of other people dying. I went to this secondary school called Loyola...

"You're going to have to learn how to drive drunk." That's what my aunt said to me while we were at a bar on High Street Kensington. I was stuttering a reply that would have said something like, "Auntie you know I'd never drive while under the influence. I'd just get Alfie to drive me if I was drinking."...

What happens when a web series is funded by people who don't really care about it? How stupid must they think us to believe that we'd be happy with just about anything produced? How long are we supposed to pay attention to something that seems to be about nothing? How bad can the shots be before the...

In Nigerian English, there’s this thing that we call the woz. The woz is a slap, only that it isn’t a slap, it is a woz. A slap may occur on any part of your body, like the head, the bum bum, or the leg but the woz is different. It is restricted to the face. It’s specificity shouldn’t distract you from...

There's this African that's been on all our television screens... Maybe not all of them. Some of you that read this blog don't know anything about African television, and some of the Africans among you don't watch content developed in Africa. But, all of you go on youtube and that's probably why...

Dear Afam, You are quite frankly a failure of a friend. It is often said that absence does wonders for the heart, and that a lack of communication isn't necessarily equal to the death of a relationship, but five months without so much as a tweet is nothing but negligent. The frequency with which I...

I haven’t been myself lately. I hunkered down in my Holy Sanctum aka my tornado destroyed room (I’m the tornado, and the room is my victim) and hid from the world. I’m not quite sure why I was hiding. It could have been an unwillingness to see myself repeatedly through the eyes of others, or it could...

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