“You see? Still learning.” Later that afternoon, she stood beside me as I organized files. She leaned closer than usual, her arm brushing mine, light, accidental… yet electric. “Sorry,” she murmured. It’s okay, ma, I replied quickly. But it wasn’t. My body noticed before my mind could stop it. I shifted slightly, embarrassed by my own awareness. She noticed too. Her eyes flicked to my face, then away. Nothing was said. Bu...

Lagos isn't soft on anybody. The day I stepped into Bunmi Holdings for the first time, the sun was scorching as if it had a grudge against me. My inexpensive black shoe was already protesting, my shirt was clinging to my back, and my heart was racing, not due to affection, but because I urgently required this job. I am Nedu Okeke. Okwu nwoke Igbo (Igbo boy). Postgraduate. Starving. Resolved. I arrived from Onitsha with lo...