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In Part One, we established something that the available evidence handles quite comfortably: the female is not the weaker version

Her name was Nkechi. She was thirty-one years old, and she was dying — at least, that is what the doctors privately believed.

There is a category of question that polite intellectual company tends to avoid: the kind that, if you pull the thread long enough, begins to unravel not just a specific mystery but the entire fabric of what we think we know about human history. The Pyramids of Giza are that thread. They have been standing in the Egyptian desert for roughly 4,500 years.

There is a category of question that polite intellectual company tends to avoid: the kind that, if you pull the thread long enough, begins to unravel not just a specific mystery but the entire fabric of what we think we know about human history. The Pyramids of Giza are that thread. They have been standing in the Egyptian desert for roughly 4,500 years.

What makes Connectologists different is not noise, status, or outward performance. In fact, many of them look completely ordinary. They are not always the loudest in the room, the richest at the table, or the most decorated on paper. Yet they carry an invisible force. They bring people together with uncommon ease. They connect people to value.

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

Published March 15, 2024 on Punch newspaper A creative writer and author, Mr Akin Akingbogun, has said the high amount of visual content on social media has reduced reading culture and affected the attention span of readers. Akingbogun a graduate of Civil Engineering from the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife, who recently published a novel

Due to popular demand, I have continued the first story from my fourth published book – Dreams from Yesterday; a collection of short stories   The story continues from here. Old Town Road Part 2 Garba turned to face the only man who appeared to see him. “Can you really see me?” “Yes, I can

I promise this is the last post on this story. Please follow the story from here. The Real Killer Oladimeji groaned in pain as he climbed into the passenger seat of the commercial mini bus that his police officers had impounded that afternoon. They had hurriedly staged a stakeout to nab the main suspect and

If you got this far, you must have enjoyed the story. Please follow the story from here. All the pieces together Glory looked different and ruffled when two policemen shoved her roughly through the door into Nnamdi’s small office. They hadn’t laid a hand on her yet, but for her disheveled hair, one would have

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here. Putting the puzzle together As though bathed in full theatrical spotlight, Efe sat still on the little bed in his small quarters, while the officers pointed out the exact spot, they found the pashmina; under

Akingbogun’s stories do not finish on the pages where they are written, they continue in their readers—little wonder he leaves them with the largess of developing their conclusion.  Utibe Hanson Akingbogun and the Questions of Justice Introduction Let us begin with how any natural thing opens—the petals and human eyes at sunrise, the palm of

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here. Loose ends Oladimeji’s tired eyes took in the small room with a single sweep, settling on the chair that Ekpeyong had left empty. The silence that replaced his exit was too eerie, so he started

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here. Onono; whatever happened to you? A total of three million, five hundred thousand naira had been transferred from two accounts that had text notification linked to Onono’s iphone. The officers watched in horror as they

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here CCTV won’t lie. Oladimeji watched the closed-circuit television (CCTV) recordings on the 30inch plasma screen that sat in the corner of Nnamdi’s office like an unwelcomed mirror. He could make out the images on the

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here. Circumstantial Evidence? Oladimeji stood by the pool side where only hours earlier, the gift of life had been nicked away cleverly by someone he was yet to unravel. He felt convinced that this crime would

Theo-John Phillips bares his thoughts after joining Akin for his book reading event at the Rovingheights bookstore in Lekki Nigeria. This post was first published on LinkedIn in May 2022, off the back of the first book reading session for my 2-in-1 thriller-novella, Waste of Sin & Blood in the Water. You can find it

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here. Something uncanny Ekpeyong watched as the corpse of his wife was wheeled into the waiting ambulance parked at the entrance porch of the Henderson Hotel. He wasn’t sure what to make of the events preceding

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here. A rose is a rose Back in secondary school, Onono was much of a different personality. Her quiet demeanor bellied the grit underneath. She was overlooked by almost everyone in her classroom as though invisible,

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Please follow the story from here Someone knows something When Onono walked into the Henderson Hotel lobby earlier that afternoon, there was no doubt she turned some heads, especially the men. They couldn’t decide whether the dress she wore or the