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What Gen Y Professionals must Right in Nigeria’s Multigenerational Workplace. Let me start with a question. Have you ever sat in a meeting room, watched someone present a brilliant idea — solid data, well-researched, clearly articulated — and still found yourself unconvinced? Not because the idea was bad. But because something about the person felt…

In the corporate world, your face often enters the room before your words do. There is a mistake many hardworking professionals make, and it is a costly one. They prepare their slides, rehearse their talking points, polish their shoes, straighten their jackets, and enter the meeting room convinced that competence alone will carry the day.

There is a profound arrogance in the unlived life. It is the quiet, unspoken assumption that because we have observed the storm from the safety of the shore, we understand the fury of the waves. We build fortresses of theory, constructed from the pages of books, the narratives of documentaries, and the cautionary tales of others. We sit in the grandstands of existence, offering unsolicited commentary on the players below, convinced that our hypothetical strategies would yield better results.

The sun begins its slow, bruised descent over the Lagos skyline, casting long, golden shadows against the gleaming glass facades of Victoria Island. Up there, in the air- conditioned boardrooms and luxury penthouses, the city looks like a triumph of modernization—a testament to human ambition rising from the Atlantic. But down here, on the fractured

The book is titled: “Damaged Goods (2024, Winepress),” and the author is Akin Akingbogun. The author is a successful civil engineer with experience in the downstream oil and gas, and renewable energy sector in Nigeria. His other works include Prisoner of Fate, Waste of Sin, Blood in the Water, and Dreams from Yesterday. In this

Now that I have found my writing voice—if there’s any such word—I think it might just be apt to reflect on some of the things that have happened in the last 14 or 18 months. When I started writing in 2019, it was way before the blog and before COVID. I then spent a lot

We are living in an age of questions—questions about identity, purpose, belonging, and the meaning of being human. For many people these questions remain philosophical. But for some, they become deeply personal. This story begins with a boy He is not remarkable at first glance. He comes from a modest home, the kind of home

On the subject of waiting, I have thought about writing something for quite some time, yet I never quite got around to expressing it the way I truly wanted. Now, in 2026, the opportunity has finally presented itself. Perhaps I should have written this article twoyears ago, but here we are. It has become incredibly

The story continues with some interesting twists. Chapter Two Disbelief clouded my judgement for a moment. I wanted to pinch myself, but I was fairly certain that I was awake, there would be no need for that. My girlfriend of two years lay completely disfigured with her limbs twisted awkwardly and blood oozing out and

Have you missed reading a short story from the blog, oh well, here is one. You will find a thrilling and fast pace read somewhere in that story.  I promise to keep this one short and exciting. Enjoy! The 8th Floor. Chapter One There are some days when I am picking up Christy for one

I am privileged to share the journey to making my first film. Behind the Glass| The Short Film| The Journey I recollect fondly, many years ago, while completely immersed in the theatrics of seasoned actors as they performed one of Prof. Wole Soyinka’s popular stage play at the Terra Kulture in Lagos, how the award

Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of every new day that we witness every 24hours. If the new year is a reset, then every day is a reset! Its simply a mindshift that we subject ourselves to when we celebrate a new year! New Year, New day;

Enjoy this new short story series Chapter 20 – Final Chapter NEWS Adio woke up to the sound of his alarm. He stretched himself for a few seconds before lifting his back off the mattress into a sitting position. His eyes were still blurry from sleep’s cuddles and his thoughts were foggy from the dream