On the edge of the city’s chaos, he waits — not just for money, but for kindness. The colors on his hoodie echo the fragments of a life pieced together with resilience, while the world passes by, too busy to notice the quiet weight of his presence.

Silent Plea 

First Full Moon of 2026 1 February · 11:59 PM  Moonlight over palm silhouettes, Nigeria.

First Feb Full Moon 2026

This photograph treats the sky as a canvas for our grandest ambitions. It is not just a picture of a cloud; it is a portrait of an idea. The towering, luminous cloud stands as a magnificent monument—the architectural blueprint of a new world, beautiful and yet to be fully formed. It is the castle in the sky that we dare to build. But a dream is static without the dreamers. The small birds are the crucial actors in this scene. They are us—the pilgrims, the emissaries, the people. We are small against the vastness of the vision, but we are in motion, flying towards it, navigating its light. A new world is possible when we are inspired by a vision so magnificent it fills our entire sky. It is this sense of awe, this monument to the dream, that gives us the courage to take flight.

A Monument to the Dream

three figures stand together, faces veiled, hands joined; holding on to one another in a world remade by fear. from the another beginning, this image reflects on survival, connection, and the fragile hope that follows crisis. it dreams of another nigeria, where healing begins with unity and where even behind the veil of our differences, we still reach for each other.

the new beginning

Taken in Lagos on a day that tested both patience and faith, this image captures a  fleeting moment in the city’s eternal traffic, a mirror of endurance etched on the face of a woman  who has seen too many such mornings,noon, nights. That day, my own journey had begun with a  broken car and hours of uncertainty under the sun. By the time we finally moved, I understood  that Lagos is more than a city; it is a rhythm of waiting, surviving, and continuing, even when the  road refuses to move. Her gaze, steady yet weary, tells the story of millions who rise each day to wrestle with time,  faith, and fate, a quiet resilience that the dust of Lagos never forgets.

The Wait That Never Ends

Behind the towering walls of an old Anglican church, a quiet graveyard rests. The stillness here feels sacred, heavy with memories and unspoken prayers. 

AFTER THE AMEN

The fish when prepared like this, can be consumed as it is or used in food preparation. It adds beautifully to the flavour of the meal

Dried fish

A kid slowly dies in the cool shade of a tree one sunny morning

Ascension

a young man pauses beside his wheelbarrow of beans as a tax officer demands his daily ticket. It’s a familiar scene — where even the smallest earners pay to survive. The image reflects another side of Nigeria: a country where hustle meets hardship, and dignity persists amid the weight of everyday systems.

The Price of Survival

I wanted this image to feel like a timeless painting, intentionally soft and dreamy. It captures a scene that is part of our cultural wallpaper: a tree that is both a departure lounge and a welcome home. The dark, interweaving branches represent our complex, foundational roots, while the vast blue sky is the canvas of possibility. Against this backdrop, the birds are the hopeful architects of our future. Some are gathering strength for the journey outward, seeking new worlds over the horizon. Others have returned, bringing with them the seeds of change. We cannot tell who is leaving and who is returning, and that is the point. A new world is possible precisely because of this constant, fluid exchange. It is not built by standing still, but in the dynamic space between our heritage and our dreams. It is a future designed by the collective flight of a people in motion, powered by the wings that depart and the hearts that return.

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