Sculpted Biker & His Parts

Ancient Landscape 

Hands of Clay ‎ ‎This image captures a potter at Dada Pottery in Ilorin, Kwara State; a community where the art of molding clay has been passed down through generations. ‎ ‎Pottery is an art that embodies culture and livelihood. It sustains local economies, empowers women, and preserves an identity deeply rooted in culture. It’s this heritage that shapes who we are.

Hands of Clay

ZANGBETỌ  Traditional guards of the night, the Zangbetọ is the indigenous police and security institutions among the Ogu people of Nigeria and other West African countries. As cultural “night-watchmen” fulfilling critical responsibilities of local vigilantism and community policing, the Zangbeto cult offers the vision of Another  Nigeria where the present menaces of insecurity and civil unrest would be things of the past. That New Nigeria is one where the safety and security of everyone, everything and everywhere is ensured through a grassroots, bottom-up approach to policing and law enforcement. Recognising that criminals and lawless people often prefer to operate under the cover of darkness, the Ogu societies instituted the Zangbetọ as the fervent torch to blow their cover and smoke them out. This prefigures the country we must all commit to building, where crime and evil will find no hiding place.

Zangbeto 

That morning, I travelled from Ibadan to Sekona, Ede, for my friend’s newborn’s naming ceremony. On the way, I called to ask where he was, and they told me he was at the cow market, still searching for one to buy. He had just returned from Cotonou himself, tired but determined to make everything right for the day. When we finally met, we laughed, tired, honest laughter about how expensive everything has become in this country, yet how we still hold on to the small joys that keep us connected: a child’s birth, a shared meal, the sound of prayers, the rhythm of old traditions refusing to fade.  This image carries all of that, the weight and the warmth, the effort and the pause. His turned back, the attentive cow, the rough fencing. It speaks of the tenderness and burden of rural life, of people who keep going even when everything feels heavier than it used to. It’s a quiet moment that could be any morning, and every morning.

Where the Morning Ends

At Dada pottery, shards of broken pots lie scattered, remnants of what once was, yet not lost. To the potter what breaks can be gathered, remolded, and given new form.  This image mirrors Nigeria cracked in places, marked by time, yet rich with the potential to be made whole again. The fragments remind us that renewal begins with recognition; that from what is broken, beauty can still emerge.  To imagine Nigeria is to see beyond its problems to believe that, like clay, we can be reshaped by collective hands into something stronger, truer, and new.

Remolding Nigeria

The Hausa Boy was the first photograph I ever took with my own camera. It was a quiet beginning etched in monochrome. He sits still, gaze steady and unflinching, as though aware that this moment would outlive both of us. There’s something timeless in his stare. A kind of knowing innocence and every shade of grey carries the tenderness of a first encounter between a boy and the birth of a photographer’s eye.

The Hausa Boy

Mokola

Mother & Son

A statue of a drummer in front of Pit Theatre.

THE MORNING DRUMMER

Three snails moving under observation with lamp light

Snails Under Observation

A lady in a hair net taking evening breeze

Fresh Air

From wooden stages to floodlit arenas, this image traces the journey of creative endurance — artists, audiences, and a nation learning to take up space, one leap at a time.

The Long Run

When I think of another Nigeria, I think of one that will bring joy to all people. This is not to say that the curent one doesnt. But to insist on more, for women, children, and the leaders of tomorrow. Thankfully, I'm starting to feel that this Nigeria is on its way. Nigeria is undergoing surgery; Nigeria has undergone surgery and is healing well. Nigeria is already starting to show its joy. People who don't have much going still find reasons to smile. May the joy that is on its way give us reasons to Dance, and Laugh, like the women above. May we have the patience and long life to experience the joy, unspeakable, that will follow the healing process.

Joy (unspeakable)

Ocean Blue

Iya Oloja

After we bought the cow for my friend's naming ceremony, no one in the family had the strength or  maybe the stomach to handle the slaughter. So we paid others to do it. Men who show up,  quietly, and do what many of us cannot. It made me think about how often we buy comfort without acknowledging the labour behind it.  The blood, the weight, the mess outsourced. But someone always carries it. This was taken in Sekona, Ede. The slab, stained and steady, holds more stories than it tells.

Where the Work Gets Done

Premier HOTEL

ROADS UNTRAVELED

Moonlight

Whole Lotta Green

The Leafless in Praise

The Child in the market.

This image speaks to the importance of music, welfare, and joy in society, with a focus on women

The Dancing Wives

The sun sets over the island, Lagos’s skyline stands tall an evidence of what already exists within us.The possibility of a new Nigeria, not as a distant dream, but as something already taking shape right before our eyes. ‎

Where Tomorrow Begins

A magical realist view of the forest in Tonkere

Night at Tonkere

A dumpsite where underwear are being picked and taken for resale

Why us

A traveller tending to his horse and posing for a portrait at the bank of an oasis in the heart of the desert.

Loyal Steed

photographed during the endsars protest in 2020, this image captures a moment when nigerian youths united to demand justice and reform. it reflects a generation’s longing for another nigeria; free, fair, and awake. we stood in the sun and the rain, demanding a country that listens. endsars was more than resistance; it was a glimpse of another nigeria, one led by courage and care.

for the new to come, the old must go

The earliest settlers in Lagos were primarily fishermen as fishing is one of Lagos’s oldest means of subsistence. Long before the city’s skyline rose, fishermen cast their nets along its shores, sustaining families and feeding communities. ‎ ‎Today, that tradition faces new tides: polluted waters, dwindling fish stocks, and the shifting patterns of climate change.

The Fisher  ‎ ‎

Sunflower

Statue of Chief Obafemi Awolowo (SUB)

Boat Ride

Pointy Structure

A woman holding her jar as she happily poses for a portrait image.

Oasis Happiness

ZANGBETỌ  Traditional guards of the night, the Zangbetọ is the indigenous police and security institution among the Ogu people of Nigeria and other West African countries. As cultural “night-watchmen” fulfilling critical responsibilities of local vigilantism and community policing, the Zangbeto cult offers the vision of Another Nigeria where the present menaces of insecurity and civil unrest would be things of the past. That New Nigeria is one where the safety and security of everyone, everything and everywhere is ensured through a grassroots, bottom-up approach to policing and law enforcement. Recognising that criminals and lawless people often prefer to operate under the cover of darkness, the Ogu societies instituted the Zangbetọ as the fervent torch to blow their cover and smoke them out. This prefigures the country we must all commit to building, where crime and evil will find no hiding place.

Zangbeto Esoteric 

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