I joined Eko Atlantic City as Head of Communications in 2019. In that time, I’ve often had to think about the following questions: How do you design a communications strategy for one of the world’s most audacious real estate projects? How do you create a message around a city for…

I step out of the house and cold wind breezes across my face, making my eyes and nose water. I sniffle and shudder a bit, then lock the door and place the keys in my pocket. I take off my glove and check the time on my phone. It’s 2:02…

“Fate is ‘round the corner, right (Fate is ‘round the corner right), It hit me right between the eyes (Hit me right between the eyes)…” — 6LACK, ‘Switch’ Six months ago, I made a career switch from Journalism to Communications. I wasn’t doing badly as a journalist. I was the…

1. When tourists talk about travelling, it is implied that they have a home to which they will return, somewhere to look forward to after every trip. But when nomads talk about travelling, it is different. …

“My life is like a speeding bullet that hasn’t hit the target yet.” — Scott Mescudi (Kid Cudi) 1. June 2015. I’m a few weeks away from completing my National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) programme in Ibadan, Oyo State. I’ve spent the last few days doubling down on my plans to…

It’s almost 11 PM and the city is shrouded by the blackness of night, littered with tiny flecks of white, yellow, and red lights, like speckles of diamond and gold dust glittering in the dark with the occasional shining of rubies. The roads are constricted and tight, like crevices on…

The cold winter breeze slaps my face and almost snatches my soul as I step out of the car. It was deceptively warm in there and I’d subconsciously expected the same outside. It takes me a moment to gather myself and adjust to the weather. Three weeks in the US…

Once I bore the sun in me, It glowed and brightened me, It rose and set in me, Through cloudy days and nights starless, Its glorious gold washed over my heart’s palace. Once the sun shined through me, It blessed Earth’s treaders and Sky’s wanderers through me, Plants and trees and oceans shimmered beneath its glare, Doves and eagles and falcons gloried in equal share, Mountains and valleys flourished in its care.

Shall I compare you to the sun? For one moment it is shining, and by the next it is gone. Shall I compare you to the stars? For after night passes, you cannot but wonder where they are, And even in their shining — by distance! …