Poetry

THE LAGOS BUS DRIVEN | A few sombre lines by Ayo Sogunro

First, the sweat—which gathering mass in the heat Doubles up, proportional to the frequency of bus-stops. Stopping? Pause. You curse. “Driver! Move this thing.” The syllables short and sharp. It’s always inevitable, This conflict of interest. The empty seats must be filled But the filled seats must be moved. “DRIVER! MOVE!” He heard: bus sways. … Continue reading

Essays / Miscellaneous / The Pontifical Papers

GONE BLOGGING, BACK SOON | A Short Memoir by Ayo Sogunro

As a university student, I gained a reputation for being rather clever, and the satisfactory nature of this reputation encouraged me to develop an even more satisfactory habit of imparting some of my versatile knowledge to friends and colleagues in the form tutorials. In the course of time, I had gained a wider reputation as … Continue reading