It is the fate of new technologies to stir up Luddite apprehensions. Observers are soon divided into two factions. The adventurous hobbyists, animated by new promises, project their wildest fantasies. The sceptics and, indeed, the Luddites, raise cautionary flags, amplifying anxieties and suspicions about a new thang. These reactions are…

After watching it the first time, I wasn’t sure what was going on. However, the highlife music, more than other elements, caught my attention. The guitar flex from any Osita Osadebe number is a non-medical cure for a drab day. I figured a lot was going on here, as…

It’s inevitable that art & culture must contend with argument around their subjectivity & objectivity. It’s expected from domains where aesthetic judgment must collide with personal, moral, & commercial forces. And culture, especially being the overall custodian & gatekeeper of values, mythic & material forms — including art — constantly…

Childhood recollections, in any form — literary or visual — are a personal fascination. A deft narrator or curator, beside merely evoking nostalgia, invites an audience into realms of new interpretations where the familiar takes new visceral meanings. It was my feeling when I read Orham Pamuk’s “Other Colors: Essays…

By Chris Ogunlowo For my family, this loss is intensely agonising. For me, it’s also intensely mysterious. Fate had made the paths of my family and the Lumors cross when my family moved homes. We were new occupants in a neighbourhood that seemed secretly tucked in the corner of a…

The Yemisi Shyllon Museum of Art sits conspicuously in the compound of the Pan-Atlantic University. In the surrounding aura of scholarship, it appears rather aloof and confident, in the way that sacred things appear around secular things. — I had seen pictures of the building on the Internet and I have been fascinated. As typical of elemental representation of Africa, the building is earthy. Its structure, unlike, say, Europe’s rococo or baroque, is less exhibitionist.

Let me attempt a sales pitch here. You, the reader, are identified as one with a trained listening ear and indeed a refined taste for music. Even if a song passes the mainstream test of repetitive hooks and popular acceptance, you, the reader, can still sieve the magical from the…

“And by the time we said Amen, they had our land and we had their Bible.” I used to maintain a shaky relationship with Spoken Word. Beyond accepting it as a form of creative expression, I sometimes struggled to acknowledge it in the same mode as poetry forms that devote…

In a social media post, I had compared the #EndSARS protest to an Arab predecessor — the Arab Spring. Its Nigerian cousin continues to vibrate day by day, maybe soon — week by week, with young people filing through the veins of major Nigerian cities. Armed with placards, hashtags and…