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Binta should have been back at her hostel by 10pm, when the scrawny caretaker locked the gates – and never opened it until 6am, no matter...

“Brush up on the English.” The beady-eyed official at Durian Employment Services and I had been sitting in a sparse eighth-floor office,...

It was amidst pandemonium at Ojuelegba bus stop that I met Rosemary, one Wednesday evening on my way home from work. I was waiting at the...

The man who lived on the floor below Naomi was an ex-con with prison tattoos on his face, and each time Naomi called her sister, she...

Working in the hustle and bustle of Lagos has taken on toll on Ella and Peter, but then they find each other. Peter first noticed her...

Femi lived down the hall from us. He was a lean man whom life had toughened up early; you could tell from the way he walked, from the...

Mummy's gone. She died at 2:34pm. Call me. You remember looking at that text and thinking what kind of psychopath would send such a...