The eye calls on the tongue. The tongue calls on the hand. And the message is declared. The eye is upon the LLT Hall, University of Ibadan. The eye is tired of the disrepair that Nigeria and Nigerian institutions keep suffering. The eye shakes its head.

Moss And Mildew Is Eating My Country.

Image shows native children of the displaced people of Tarkwa bay Island off the coast of Lagos. Once, the shores of Tarkwa Bay rang with laughter — children racing through the surf, learning, dreaming, living freely by the sea. Then came the eviction. Homes were destroyed, families scattered, and classrooms washed away like footprints in the tide. Even in displacement, their spirit endures. In makeshift shelters, they study by lantern light, determined to learn, to rise. This photograph captures not just play, but defiance — a reminder that though their world was taken, their hope still runs wild and unbroken, like the ocean that raised them.

Children of the Tide

Quad-Cycle

Portrait of my 5ive months old daughter   Bathed in soft, natural light, the scene radiates joy; mother and daughter alike, each smiles reflecting a different story, LOVE, CONNECTION and UNBREAKABLE BOND, a feeling of home and belonging.   Each face tells a unique story, yet together they weave a tapestry of love, laughter, and legacy to come.   To my wife, I love you today, tomorrow and always. To my daughter, THE WORLD IS YOURS 

The OMOBUDE’s 

A small moment of freedom — friends sharing drinks, laughter, and air that feels light. Not everyone has to leave to breathe. Some are still here, building something worth staying for.

Those Who Stay

As dusk settles, the air fills with the crackle of fire and the soft hiss of roasting corn. The corn seller stands by the roadside, turning each cob with practiced hands, her face lit by the glow of the embers. Every customer brings a brief exchange, a smile, a story, a shared moment of warmth. Working Hands — The Corn Seller captures the rhythm of survival woven into Nigeria’s everyday life. Her labor is simple yet essential, a symbol of resilience, community, and the dignity found in honest work. In her hands, fire becomes sustenance, and the street becomes a place of connection. 

WORKING HANDS

The schoolgirl beaming with so much positivity tells us that the Nigerians already bear the promise of a better future.

Face of Tomorrow 

From above, Ibadan is a sea of brown roofs weathered, warm, and full of memory. They hold  stories of family, struggle, joy, and survival. Some patched, some broken, but all still standing. You don’t just see Ibadan. You feel it in the roofs.

Beneath the Brown Roofs

‎ ‎Naija in Motion envisions a future where good transport system connects people, opportunities, and dreams. Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial heartbeat, stands at the forefront of this transformation through its new urban rail system. ‎ ‎The history of rail transport in Lagos dates back to 1983, during the administration of Lateef Jakande in the Second Republic, when the idea of a modern rail-based transit system was first conceived. Today, that vision has evolved into the Lagos Rail Mass Transit (LRMT). It consists of six major lines and one monorail route, designed to serve areas of high commuter demand across Lagos and even into Ogun State. ‎ ‎As one of the world’s fastest-growing megacities, with over 22 million residents and an annual growth rate of nearly 6%, Lagos urgently needs efficient mobility. The LRMT has a projected capacity of 750,000 passengers daily, expected to rise to 1.1 million when fully operational. ‎ ‎This system is more than infrastructure, it is a symbol of hope, progress, and connection. It sets the pace of development towards a Nigeria that embraces ultramodern transport systems, fostering economic growth and moving us closer to the future we imagine.

Naija in Motion 

Children gather here to play every evening 

One story at a time