Three weeks in secondary school, I still didn’t think I was serious. The “omo’ta swags” were still there. I tried to change my style but I realized that I was just doing rebranding and repackaging. I was simply upgrading the local content. I stopped walking the Mushin way but even the one I invented as substitute was just an upgrade …

Alfa Ligali must be right with his Abiku deductive logic. Sometimes, I used to wonder at the kind of affection or passion I had for “street assembly”. I was the one who loved dancing to the songs of “Alumongiri”, following them around the streets, dancing to their “Babiyala” melody with harmonious delight. I was the same person who followed “Ajiwere” …

I returned from school to find out that Iya Ibadan was sick. She was down with a sudden disrespectful fever. As usual, she resisted every attempt to take her to the hospital. Not even the appeals from Baba Shaki (Mr. Adewale ) and Alhaji Raji that they should take her to Vita Chemist had any effect on her. She told …

Surulere was a bubbling area in the late 1960s and all through the 1970s. It was full of life and fun, sanity and morality, benevolence and communalism. We were never short of fun. Sometimes, we looked for it. Sometimes, it looked for us. In the morning, we would go to school but once we returned from school and had our …

Immediately Iya Ibadan delivered her homily on: “The GOD WHO sees but cannot be seen”, I was never myself again. The message was too strong for my fragile conscience. Her messages , usually coded and garnished with fables, were like a javelin in the heart of the lion . It was strange that despite my rascality and annoying tantrums for …

Iya Ibadan had not gone to Alagomeji in the last three years. Neither had Baba Alogemeji visited Surulere in the last one year. He was so called because he stayed in Akinwunmi street, somewhere in Alagomeji. Both mother and son were senior citizens. They hardly went out. So, how did Baba Alagomeji get to know that “awọn ọmọ Fausa fe …