Essays

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    Wonderwall

    My daughter is the biggest football fan in our home.  She’s the real tears-for-losses and big-joy-for-victory type of fan. Throughout this 2026 World Cup, she has watched as many games as possible, given the time difference, and where she has missed them, she has watched highlights /replays first thing in the morning before school. On…

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    Those Diaspora Nigerian Writers! And other stories?

    Once in 2014, during a writing course in London, I wrote about a Yoruba character, a young girl struggling with the anxiety of what university might be because she had failed JAMB exams three times. To my mind, any one who had ever experienced the anxiety of closing one chapter and beginning another one would…

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    The Church is in the Epstein Files

    I write this month’s post not as another rousing expose or thought about the inglorious Epstein files, but in the hope that our eyes are open to the scale of what the files mean in relation to the church. I write as a believing Christian and a member of the body who recognizes how much…

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    Reluctant Morning Person

    Sometime last year, I was in a conversation with friends about adult sleep patterns, the kind of sleeper most people are and the disruptions that happen based on life circumstances like having children or a certain kind of job. My friend thought that the feeling of grumpiness or hyperactivity in the morning was not necessarily…

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    A GRIEF IN TIME.

    We had to use a photo from your 40th birthday. The one you had on expensive black and green lace fabric. You were happy in it. Your gele arrogantly spread wide on your head like a satellite dish. Gold sparkled elaborately on your neck and wrist. We did not know that your sparkle would soon…