Before you clicked “read”, you may have expected some story about my personal environment or community. Well, no, I am talking about The Neighborhood Artist residency in Bariga. I was opportune to discover it, thanks to the handsome mop hair who out rightly calls himself an asshole… He wishes. My first invite was for a movie screening- a documentary of
Dear Santa, Would we say I was a good girl this year? This is definitely the first of many and my heart is truly full. For the longest of times, the season of Christmas has been a means for me to escape, party and all sorts of hedonism. But this year, this season, has been my calmest. Peaceful. Sanest. It’s
I am nervous… It is a Friday morning and I realize the jacket my stylist made, doesn’t exactly fit Naomi(Me), well still, I rise! Long story short, I am on my way to the Ake festival; dressed in an Ankara jacket, a short black dress and the most painful sneakers on planet earth. I arrive at the Mike Adenuga Center and I’m feeling less of Naomi and