The boy is my first nephew. I was there at his naming, hand in hand with a friend. The same friend whose newborn’s naming I had just travelled for, his second child. I had missed his first child’s naming years ago, and somehow being here again made it all feel connected, like time had quietly folded over itself. The baby girl? my family’s newest joy, was born while I was away, and I met her for the first time during this stay.  Two ends of a timeline, one quiet afternoon.

First and Last

New Bloom II 

A solitary block of housing surrounded by trees

The Unknown

An edited version of Eko Atlantic Buildings

Eko Blues

A group of women travelling through an oasis while enjoying a conversation amongst themselves.

Moving Together

A young who sells ice cream via a mobile container 

Keep pushing 

The Leafless in Praise

Life expectancy here hovers around fifty, one of the lowest in the world. This image is a wish — that more of us get to grow old, to walk unhurried, to laugh without counting time. That staying alive becomes ordinary, not exceptional

The Simple Grace to Age

Wet Leaf

Daffodils

A lady in a hair net taking evening breeze

Fresh Air

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

The identity of a place lies with its people and lives they live. Heritage, culture ,belief and struggle are essential ingredients in shaping the thinking of people of a region. Nigeria has had her fair share of ups and downs . The glories of the past and the fleeting hope for  tomorrow. Nigeria in her glory stood tall among the world’s best,  serving as a dawn of a new age ,  and fierce in the faces of adversity and injustice, both home and abroad. But decades of regressions is enough to discourage her people on the possibility of a better tomorrow. Nigeria remains Nigeria, and the gallantry and resilience of its people did not wane. The everyday challenges could distract us of our inherent identity but what if another perspective is revealed for us to see, the vestige of old architectures, the resplendence of our cultures, folklores that comes to life, clusters of people with shared interest, patterns from the sky, beauties of nature ,unique landscapes and communities that holds nostalgic memories.  Another Nigeria exists and is ever present but its only revealed when we are ready to see it, to guide us towards an optimistic future.

A Different Perspective

Solo

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 Masquer

Ata Rodo

This picture highlights the importance of music in Hapiness, joy and collective community.

The drummer

In Summer

Khalil Brown sat bathed in soft light, his smile calm and unguarded. There was no performance in it, just the kind of warmth that slips through when a person forgets the camera is watching.

Khalil Brown

Beyond the natural beauty of the budding flower, the world gently recedes into a soft focus, revealing someone nestled deep within the comforting ambience of abundant green

Nature's Bliss

The beautiful contrast between the bank of an oasis and the sea of sand in the background.

Oasis

A delivery rider, going to deliver a parcel under raining conditions 

On Time

Hall POV

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

The Drummers.

The simple, radiant smile of a schoolgirl in her uniform and backpack captures the pure joy and optimism of a new generation

Face of Tomorrow

‎ ‎Naija in Motion envisions a future where good transport system connects people, opportunities, and dreams. Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial heartbeat, stands at the forefront of this transformation through its new urban rail system. ‎ ‎The history of rail transport in Lagos dates back to 1983, during the administration of Lateef Jakande in the Second Republic, when the idea of a modern rail-based transit system was first conceived. Today, that vision has evolved into the Lagos Rail Mass Transit (LRMT). It consists of six major lines and one monorail route, designed to serve areas of high commuter demand across Lagos and even into Ogun State. ‎ ‎As one of the world’s fastest-growing megacities, with over 22 million residents and an annual growth rate of nearly 6%, Lagos urgently needs efficient mobility. The LRMT has a projected capacity of 750,000 passengers daily, expected to rise to 1.1 million when fully operational. ‎ ‎This system is more than infrastructure, it is a symbol of hope, progress, and connection. It sets the pace of development towards a Nigeria that embraces ultramodern transport systems, fostering economic growth and moving us closer to the future we imagine.

Naija in Motion 

Ancient Landscape 

A bike owner riding his bike down a lonely street.

Lonely Bike Ride

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

A sculpture of Moremi stretching her hands

Mother Stretch My Hands

Cool Pavilion

Mother & Son

Some faces pass through your life like weather. They're brief, tender, and impossible to forget. So, this was a moment borrowed from time. Her laughter still lingers, though she is already elsewhere.

Little One

Electric Pole 

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