The Lagos coast is dotted with islands. The resident of these islands’ main occupation is fishing. Accessibility is only by water, using speed boats or canoes with fitted speed engines. These islands have been left behind when it comes to economic progress but over time, they have come to be known for their tourism potentials….
“He-He-He…I pray the spirit of wàká and wanderlust won’t lead me into wàhálà one day o!…” Nigerian Museums ban the use of cameras within their premises, but I broke the rules at the National Museum in Onikan, Lagos. It wasn’t my fault though, I could not just resist the spell-binding aura that enfolded the ancient…
As the streets of Victoria Island, Lagos bustled with ‘ponpons’ and ‘hons’ of traffic, so did the great waves of the Atlantic coast rumble against the bleached sands of the Kuramo Beach. And although the long pile of concrete interlocks had managed to keep the waters away from the nearby Ahmadu-Bello Street, the beautiful remains…
Down poured heavy showers of rain upon the stretch of Victoria Island in Lagos, flooding the lagoon banks on its northern flank and soaking the white sands of its beaches on the southern flank. Yet, the ocean raged as usual, inundating the Naija coastline with its invigorating saline fluids- its Atlantic waters and SE trade…
As I stepped out of my apartment early on a Monday morning, my heart almost jumped out of my chest as the sight of a massive lizard with long forked tongue scurrying away from my dustbin, confronted me…“ –Segun Adeyemi, Ajah, Lagos Increasing reports of wildlife sightings within residential estates in Victoria Island, Lagos demand…
The setting sun beams a blanket of vibrant reflections across the shimmering lasgidi waters, as alternating chains of mangrove swamps, coconut trees, sand-filled beaches and man-made structures lace the Lekki and Ikorodu banks of the redoubtable Lagos Lagoon” As I sail from the remote end of the lagoon near Epe, down to the Five-Cowrie Creek…
Once upon a noon, The Lagos Lagoon, to me it croons, Men like machines I see, Hefty, black and built, Skins glistening, Plastered in treacles of salty fluids. Like wet clothes, The raging sun they gulp in large dose, In a quest were all done, For food on the table, they do their arduous…
The rain had just stopped falling, but the skies still wear a face of greyish-blue. The streets of Idumota and Balogun Market beam with glistening smiles. The wetness makes every object sparkle like crystals of gemstones. The backwaters of Kuramo is oscillating with an arrogant poise, its waters had been copiously fed by the summer…