THE NIGHT IN MOROCCO

  The journey from London to Casablanca was smooth. No problems whatsoever.  Every necessary procedure was followed – from the take-off instructions to the landing instructions. We were supposed to have a 1hour stopover at Casablanca before leaving for Lagos, but that wasn’t the case as we were already told to start boarding the plane …

DEJA VU

‘Nosa, it’s not what you think, I don’t actually like you,’ Amaka said. “Damn, why so blunt?” Nosa asked. “Men are scum. All of you…scum!  Yoruba demons, Igbo wizards and Hausa beasts. You men can’t be trusted.” Speechless but determined to prove a point, Nosa glanced through the bus. To his left was a seemingly …