Documenting the style-scape of Lagos, Nigeria




One must never get weary of hearing her tales.

For they make. And they mould.

She will feed you from the day you are born and unto youth and to adulthood, if you please.

What  her mother could not afford to provide for her, she will strive and she will bleed. You will have it.

Learn her sign language, for your own benefit. 
Eat ALL the food on your plate, for the safety of your hide. 
Be polite to all and sundry, for your peace of mind. 
Get good grades, it eases the discussion of doubtful genetics. 
She raises you with the help of the community, get used to it.

Never expect to hear the words "I love you" but damn does she LOVE you!

For you are etched on her heart. For you are her life.

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the African Mother. 

As seen in Lagos. On the Streets. And in Style.



I was drawn to her outfit because at first glance I thought it could pass for a tribute to androgyny.

Now I'm not one for the trans debate {insert all the hullabaloo over Bruce Jenner here}, but the eye must flutter at a woman who can successfully bend the gender for fashion.

There was so much ease to her style and as I clicked my camera, I smiled in added appreciation for the unisex aesthetic.

What is this business of street style capture if it does not sometimes challenge the norm?

Cheers :)




Her current demeanor matches my current mood.

It's been a long week. Long month even!

The sort of deadlines at work that make you question your resolve to maintain the tenets of respectfulness that yo' Momma taught you.

I kid you not, several times in the last 2 weeks especially, I was on the verge of erasing all etiquette and dishing out choice insults in my native language. 

My google searches this month have been very interesting.
"How to .... your boss without..." and the like. 
But let's not get into too much detail.

Low points, I tell ya!

Anyway, all targets were achieved on time...the legend that I am; and all accolades were duly received with a smile on my face whilst I raced to the car loudly humming "Cheers to the Freakin' Weekend".


I simply love this rather unconventional and playfully vibrant use of African print to create the ensemble adorned by my style subject.

If you read the preceding sentence out loud and all at once, you will be out of breath.

I tried it.

Happy Friday!



He's here.

He's John.

He has not the most accurate portrait of "geek" but his day job is in Information Technology or I.T. as it's more commonly called.

He's inspired by popular culture and the older generation of designer labels. You'd more likely catch him in Christian Dior and Yves Saint Laurent than Michael Kors or Julien McDonald.

For his love for the vintage guild, he will most likely propose with a ring from Tiffany's.

How do I know all this?

He works with me and he's a happy chatty chappy.


Title of this post is in reference to the hit song by Nigerian artiste, 'Yemi Alade. 
Check it out HERE. It's quite a tune! 



Some street style blogs are partial to the ostensibly designer clad crowd.

And that's okay. 
I happen to know a few people who don't consider style can come from ordinary brands. 
I won't judge them.

As long as they don't judge us. 
You know...those of us who just appreciate innate style. Those of us who genuinely cannot be bothered with the High Street versus High Fashion comparison.

Cheers :)




Lagosians will not be upstaged at a wedding.

Any member of the bridal party, any family member or any guest would take their appearance as seriously as the bride or groom would.

Style is paramount. It's not even negotiable.


Cheers :)



Be open to new things.

Open up to being enough. It really is self-affirming. Liberating.

This has nothing to do with my style subject. Or does it?...


Full look. Full smile.



Remember when the BBC ranked Nigeria as the nation with the happiest people on earth? Check it out HERE
Well that article came with its own little controversy but truth be told, we have a survival spirit that makes us see the funny in the otherwise mundane. 

People world over must have their own happiness yardsticks and resilience measures, but in the face of the deep ethnic divide, corruption, poverty and lack of infrastructure Nigerians have been dealt with since I was a youngling, there's definitely something to be said for the consistent street dancing and random joyful outbursts you could find on any Lagos street.

Take for example, while I was photographing this beauty, countless people of all walks of life happily asked if they could be included in the pictures. 
Well..I didn't quite include them. I just pretended to. And this is a regret. 
Next time I will. Because why not? 
They are Lagosians, on the street and in style. 
Happy style.

Cheers :)



A few weeks ago, my pal hosted a bunch lot of us to her son's 1st birthday party. 
I know Lagosians love to turn up and party but I'm constantly in awe of the style and sass we exhibit at any gathering. 
1st birthday party, 70th birthday makes zilch of a difference.

So this party...there was so much to see, play with, eat, drink and of course photograph.So much color and so much candy.

I'm thinking I might let loose and have a colorful birthday party next year, with all my thirty-something year old friends subjected to bouncy castles, candy floss, clowns and party tricks. 
And why not? Who makes the rules anyway?

Cheers :)



I come from a generation where in childhood, the mention of a future ambition in fashion, music, or any of the creative arts, could easily have been met with a "back-hand slap". 

Yes, our mummies and daddies were nary impressed with such talk. With all the money they spent on formal education, you had to want to be a doctor, an engineer, a lawyer, a pharmacist, an accountant or...yeah, a doctor. 

Where am I going with this? 

I know for a fact that if I could do it all over again, I would have found my niche somewhere in the quiet assurance of personal creativity. Some craft that I was happy to turn into a career because of the unbridled need to create and then create some more.

I remain fascinated by young men and women who were able to recognize their path early enough and pursue it. 

One of these is Bubu Ogisi. She is a designer and a stylist who's fiercely unapologetic about her creativity. One of those you might call a "style influencer". 


I bumped into her at a wedding the other day. She was a delight. 

Read more about her in this article I found here in ELLE South Africa

And live your passion. It's usually worth it!