Answer the required questions It’s tempting to want to pack a lot of elements into your personal statement. You want to tell a catchy story. Communicate how you’re the perfect match for the position. Evoke inspiring emotions. Leave an imprint on the reader’s mind. …

Íbo ni lé? (Where is home?) Home is green. Rainforests and rivers. Marshland and molluscs. Savannahs and shrubs. ** Home is white. Rice and stew. Pap and àkàrà. Yam and eggs. ** Home is gray. Rust and rats. Mosquitoes and soak away. Gutters and spirogyra. Ibi orí ńdá ni sí…

Vare is hungry and tired. She arrives by noon as instructed but Aunty Sade says to “wait a bit”. By 1pm, Aunty Sade tells her she is going on her lunch break. By 2pm, the Manager is in another meeting. Mr Kunle from Electricals strides in. He frequents the office…

Aunty Sade, the office secretary, hands Vare one nylon bag containing a Viju Apple drink and Jollof rice in a takeaway pack. “Erm, ma, we are ten IT students.” “And so?” “You gave me one nylon bag ma.” “Yes, I’m not blind.” “But we all contributed money ma, 1K each…

Praise calls unto the thudding drums, and the voices- a medley of the sonorous, thunderous, warm, sweet, shrill and rusty. It calls unto scintillating sounds, born of the struck, hit, blown and jammed instruments. It calls unto the eccentric and rhythmic moves, the euphoria of happy and cheered hearts. It…

A baptist worked with a single aim For that was why he came To tell of “He” that would soon be Of he who would pay the fee. Astrologers journeying in anticipation Following a star, clueless, without notion But hope of royalty somewhere And the salvation with Him there. Shepherds…

This piece is the second part of a non-fictional series where I share some of my education-related experiences. When I was going to resume in the university as an undergraduate, I was told, “face your book, work hard and get a first class, so you can get a good job”…

I had never seen anyone more stunning. She had lustrous locks of hair, looking every inch an exotic queen from an ethereal world. I wondered how many heads she must have turned, like mine; how many must have been unable to go their way after they encountered her. …

We had been too tired to deliberate or listen anymore; we just wanted to close the delegates’ symposium. That was why the anchor said anyone of us could volunteer to give a brief vote of thanks. “Two minutes,” he said. Elvis mounted the podium and began. “I am honoured to…