Editor’s Note

In our final columns of the year, we are bringing you articles to get into the festive mood and funny stories to relax with

Tales from Camp

Somehow, I didn’t question the fact that these grown men knew my name. Maybe it was a result of the years of my childhood where people lied and told me I was a special little girl. I just thought to myself. Of course, these people know me, even though I know no one in Lagos

Chicken Fiasco

There was however a Christmas season we didn’t travel to Akure.