Because even now, something good can begin. We’re a week in already.And if you’re honest, August didn’t quite start with trumpets. No new vision board. No dramatic declaration. Just you, trying to respond to emails without sighing too loud, and staring at your to-do list like it’s a scam. The energy feels… unfinished.Not quite chaotic,…
When the year is running, but you’re just… there. Somehow, it’s July.Like play, like joke, we’re deep in second half.And if you’re honest? You don’t know if you’re moving forward or just floating like Agege bread in hot tea. You check your calendar and panic small wasn’t it just New Year? Didn’t you write vision…
How We Wear Ourselves – Final Chapter Nobody tells you how much you’ll have to wear just to be seen. Before you even dress, before the shoes or the scarf or the crisp agbada, there are other things you’re already wearing.Like posture.Like pride.Like that smile that says “I’m doing well” even when you’re not.Like the…
How We Wear Ourselves – Part 3 There’s something that happens when a Nigerian name enters a room before its owner.People pause. Frown. Repeat. Misspell. Apologise. Ask for “a shorter version.”And slowly, over time, we begin to edit ourselves. You start life as Chijioke, and by university, you’re CJ.You were born Oluwadamilola, but now your…
How Nigerian Men Are Styling Freedom, One Shape-Up at a TimeHow We Wear Ourselves – Part 2b There was a time still very much alive in many corners when the Nigerian man had exactly one hairstyle: low cut, no wahala. Clean. Modest. Predictable. A little boring.But safe. Safe for school. Safe for church. Safe for…
How We Wear Ourselves – Part 2aFor the women who endured kpatewo, wore gel like armour, and now rotate lace-fronts and twist-outs like jazz. This one’s for you. It starts with the wooden cutting comb. You know the one brownish red, shaped like an instrument of spiritual warfare, with teeth so close together they might…
How We Wear Ourselves – Part 1 Some people pack culture into their suitcases.Nigerians? We wear it to the airport. From the moment you arrive abroad, style becomes a kind of language. Before your accent says a word, your outfit might already be in conversation. And for many Nigerians in the diaspora, that’s the point….
Final Chapter We began this series with a quiet confession: that most Nigerian men are carrying more than they can say.In Part 1, we sat in that silence—the performance of manhood, the expectations passed down like heirlooms wrapped in shame. In Part 2, we exposed the hustle that became identity. The grind that didn’t just…
“You Too Soft”: What Happens When Men Choose to Change. It always starts small. One man says he’ll be back home by 7pm to bathe his child cue side-eyes in the group chat.Another shares that he’s been in therapy for three months, and someone chuckles, “Hope say na woman therapist dey help you, sha?”Another posts…
Part 2: The Hustle We Worshipped There’s a look some men wear that isn’t quite exhaustion, but something close. A kind of restless sharpness in the eyes. Alert. Ambitious. Slightly haunted. The look of a man who has learned how to keep moving, even when everything in him is begging for pause. From Surulere to…
