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Confessions of a GPS addict

I once left my office more than an hour early for a meeting that was technically a 15-minute drive away. I was in a new city; map on the dashboard and nerves carefully strapped under the seatbelt. Exactly one hour later I spotted my office to the left – like a lost dog I’d managed to sniff my way home. Through tear-blurred vision, I stubbornly tried again and found the building, just in time to watch my colleagues head...

Arik Air’s WINGS Magazine turns 5

In the Southern Sun Hotel in the residential island of Ikoyi in Lagos, WINGS Magazine held a reception to celebrate the 5th year existence of an excellent product. WINGS Magazine is important for two reasons: 1. It raises the bar for quality in-flight magazines. It is the sort of magazine that everyone reads when on an Arik flight, and then takes home in order to save. Those who haven’t flown on Arik that quarter beg...

Emissaries of an iconic religion

‘You must be so proud of your husband.’ My friend was talking to the wife of Adolphus Opara, the photographer whose work hung on the walls around us. We were at the opening exhibition of his collection of photographs at Lagos’ Centre for Contemporary Art. ‘Yeah,’ she said, with a joking scowl. ‘And he didn’t even thank me!’ My friends and I were a bit confused by her apparent lack of enthusiasm for her...

Lagos – a hotbed of talent

Outsiders have no idea that Lagos is a hotbed of talent and artistic expression. The rest of the world hears of Nigeria when something goes wrong – it’s the nature of what is called ‘news’ – good news is no news. But in Lagos, there is so much going on that every weekend we have to choose between art exhibits, concerts and creative events. It is physically impossible to get to everything – even if you have the...

A charitable act?

I gave a man 3000 Naira yesterday. He tried to haggle for more but I felt that 3000 was enough. How often do you give 15 Euro to a total stranger, especially one that was lying to me? He walked into Quintessence, an upmarket shop for Nigerian and African arts, crafts and fashion. He was tall and blade-thin, in a black suit, white shirt and a thin, 1970’s tie, the hint of grey in his short-cropped beard. He looked like a...
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