Friday evening in Aguda had its usual soundtrack. Beer bottles clinking. Pepper soup steaming. Generator humming somewhere down the street. And this time, Mama Love had added a small chalkboard at the entrance. Today’s Special: Pepper Soup — Market Price Nobody asked how much. Everybody already knew. As Syracuse, John and Chiboy settled into their Read More…
Friday evening returned Mama Love’s Canteen to its rightful position as Aguda’s unofficial National Assembly. Business was booming. The fresh paint was still attracting compliments. The drainage was flowing like a model citizen. Mama Love herself had become an environmental ambassador overnight. She even placed a new sign beside the entrance: “NO THROW NYLON. LAWMA Read More…
Anybody wey never visit Mama Love’s Canteen and Bar for Aguda in the past two weeks go think say dem miss road. The place don change. Fresh paint. New flower pots. New refuse bins. The drainage behind the kitchen wey Chiboy used to call “Federal Republic of Mosquitoes” now dey flow like well-behaved canal. Mama Read More…
There are weeks when Lagos behaves like a normal city. This was not one of them. Everywhere seemed to be under inspection. Security agencies were raiding illegal detention centres. Road vandals were being rounded up. Environmental officials were chasing cart pushers. Restaurants were being sealed. And somewhere in the middle of all this, ordinary Lagosians Read More…
By Friday evening, Mama Love’s Canteen and Bar looked like a refugee camp for weather survivors. All week, Lagos had been soaked. Rain had fallen with the kind of seriousness that makes every Lagosian suddenly become amateur hydrologist. From Lekki to Surulere, from Ajegunle to Ikoyi, residents had spent the week staring suspiciously at drainage Read More…
There are few things capable of shaking Mama Love’s Canteen and Bar to its foundations. An Arsenal Premier League title is one of them. By Friday evening, Aguda had split into two visible camps: Those wearing red with unbearable confidence. And everybody else pretending not to care while quietly suffering. To make matters worse, Manchester Read More…
By Friday evening, Mama Love’s Canteen and Bar had transformed into what Chiboy proudly called “Aguda Political Situation Room.” Lagos itself was tense. President Bola Tinubu had returned to Lagos after another round of international diplomacy—France, Kenya, Rwanda—landing directly into the storm clouds of APC primaries, opposition calculations, coalition rumours, and political repositioning so intense Read More…
Lagos is finally serious about dirt again. This week, the Lagos State Wastewater Management Office sealed several high-profile establishments for environmental violations. One venue was accused of discharging untreated sewage into public drains. Another allegedly clogged drainage systems with oily wastewater from restaurant operations. The message from government was unmistakable: No more environmental carelessness. Not Read More…
There are weeks when Lagos debates things it barely understands—but debates them with full authority anyway. This was one of those weeks. By the time the news reached Aguda, it had already been interpreted, misinterpreted, and fully analysed by people with no access to briefing notes. Two issues stood out. First, the appointment of Bianca Read More…
Lagos does not do anything halfway. When the State Government speaks, it speaks with structure—trucks, task forces, monitoring teams, and, if necessary, court dates. So as the monthly sanitation exercise returns, it has not returned quietly. It has returned with a press release. And by evening, it has reached Aguda. Chiboy came in holding his Read More…
