Stories

I’m watching the lights in the dark merge as the elevator makes it way down to the ground floor. A security guard welcomes me warmly and...

I’m opening the door of the Uber and feel how my tight dress restricts my movement as I try to get my first leg out of the car. As I wrap...

I open the first page of my personal diary. It marks my first day in Nigeria, where the first scrawled entry ready, “Fuel crisis”. The...

Scroll down for picture gallery I close my eyes, feeling the sun intensely pressing down on my face. It’s midday and the sun is standing...

A growling sound fills my office. My stomach is reminding me it’s lunchtime. It’s a Friday and I’ve spent most of the day trying to keep...

It makes a soft clicking sound as I close the reflecting west against my chest and start adjusting the straps to fit my body. It’s a...

The sun warms my face as a soft breeze swirls through the car window, gently lifting my hair. Fuel is so expensive that drivers can’t...

It’s already past 8:30, but I’m only now leaving my apartment. I don’t stress about it though—time moves differently in this country....