Lagos has mastered the art of distraction. At any given moment, the city is discussing at least three unrelated things with equal passion—politics, football, and entertainment—while the real issues quietly adjust prices in the background. This week, it was the entertainment industry’s turn. By the time the matter reached Aguda, it had already matured into Read More…
Syracuse of Aguda
“Camera Fit See, But E Fit Save?”
There are weeks when Lagos debates fuel prices, football, or foreign wars. And then there are weeks when the country is forced to confront something heavier—something that refuses to sit comfortably inside humour. This was one of those weeks. News broke of yet another deadly attack in Plateau State. Lives lost. Communities shaken. Familiar headlines, Read More…
Convention, Consensus and the Comedy of Power
The APC National Convention at Eagle Square was, by all official accounts, a carefully choreographed political exercise—large in scale, deliberate in outcome, and clearly aligned with the party’s forward strategy toward 2027. Yet, as is often the case in Nigeria, the formal narrative tells only part of the story. The fuller interpretation emerges in informal spaces, where Read More…
Football Don Leave Pitch Enter Office
There was a time football ended at the final whistle. You either won or you lost, and Lagos moved on—arguing, of course, but within reasonable limits. Those days now feel like folklore. These days, football refuses to end. It continues in conference rooms, appeals panels, and legal submissions—long after the goals have been scored and Read More…
“Court Case No Dey Score Goal”
Football has a unique ability to unite Lagos. It also has a remarkable ability to divide a beer parlour within five minutes. That was how the matter of the Super Eagles and the 2026 World Cup qualification reached our table in Aguda. The conversation started innocently enough. Someone mentioned that the Nigeria Football Federation was Read More…
Iran, Israel, America…Wetin concern my generator?
Wars have a curious way of travelling. They begin as distant headlines—maps on television screens, analysts in dark suits explaining geopolitics—and somehow end up in the most ordinary places: a fuel queue in Mushin, a market stall in Mile 12, or a beer parlour in Aguda. That was how the matter of the United States, Read More…
Upload Am or Write Am? The Section 60 Wahala
Aguda does not wait for official briefings before forming opinions. Once the topic enters a beer parlour, it leaves with a verdict. That was how Section 60 of the Electoral Act arrived at our table—between two bottles and one exaggerated sense of civic responsibility. I had barely sat down when Chiboy cleared his throat like Read More…
Everybody get opinion, nobody wan move
Aguda has never lacked information. What it lacks is verification. News travels fastest there when it has first passed through a beer parlour, gathered exaggeration, and been baptised with laughter. That was where I made my announcement last Saturday—among plastic chairs, brown bottles, and men who once ran after buses but now only run their Read More…