ART X Lagos is West Africa’s premier international art fair, designed to showcase the best and most innovative contemporary art from the African continent and its Diaspora.

Launched in 2016, it has since become a cornerstone of the Lagos art calendar, drawing local patrons and a host of international collectors, curators, and critics annually. Since its debut, ART X Lagos has welcomed over 15,000 visitors to see the works of Africa’s leading established and emerging artists, including representatives of institutions such as the Tate Modern, Zeitz MOCAA, the National Museum of African Art at the Smithsonian, the Art Institute of Chicago and Centre Pompidou. These attendees and the satellite exhibitions that have emerged in response to the fair are undoubtedly indicators of Lagos’ position as a fast-emerging and exciting cultural hub.

In 2018, the fair relaunched the ART X Prize with Access, a prize created to support emerging talent and to contribute to the burgeoning contemporary art sector in Nigeria. The award provides funding and mentoring support for compelling projects by developing artists with the potential to propel them beyond the threshold of the local art sector and onto the international stage.

The 3rd annual ART x Lagos exhibit at The Civic Center, Victoria Island, Lagos took place between November 2-4, 2018


The event started with the usual effervescence, preparations for the Art x Live was in session, (which I did not attend). The venue took place at the Civic Center, Victoria Island, Lagos. Continue reading ARTXLAGOS; THE UNCONVENTIONAL EXPOSÉ



The thing with words is that sometimes, a word isn’t just a word, especially when you have come to attribute it to a person. More radical is the transcendence when said person is one that owns a home in your heart. The word becomes many things; a scent smelling strongly of human, a roomful of emotions, a house accommodating people and places. I have come to see that the only way for the existence of a medium where moments and memories cohabit seamlessly, is where the medium is a word you have come to attribute to a beloved. And so the word becomes a warehouse of memories and moments so that both cannot be told apart unless you or your beloved dies. And death here often has nothing to do with mortality, just an absence that cannot be corrected. It is what has happened to me with the word,


The word Durbar, in the ordinary sense, would bring to mind a picture of colorfully and traditionally dressed men on horses, blowing trumpets in a way that for some reason always makes me think of religious fanatics even though culture and religion are two different things, and shooting local guns into the evening sky.

In this picture, there would be clowns on foot accompanying the men on horses; there would be men and women and children. Circling, bending, swaying, weaving themselves into one another and out again, mindless yet assured, and seemingly effortless like smoke, to the delight and great admiration of the audience.
Some dressed ridiculously, others artfully, and some others dangling on the thin line between what is ridiculous and what is art. There would be the last group too, whose choice of clothing would make you wonder whether there is no such line that is universally accepted, that is only a construct of the individual minds of people according to the various degrees of their tenderness. There would be singing, and there would be the emir passing after much of these people have displayed enough to herald his arrival.
He would be on a horse, the emir. Decorated uniquely under a large, dancing royal umbrella, smiling to the people who have gathered to watch, raising a fist in respect to all, and on some occasions throwing kola nut into the crowd. There would be only smiles and excitement and laughter.

But for me, for my family, Durbar is, was, all these doubtless but much more, too. Durbar was first, the spending of the third day of Eid-el Kabir at Ma’s house every year. Durbar was a short journey with my parents and siblings in the car from our home to Ma’s. It was food and drinks, and laughter and so much gossip passed between my sisters, myself, and Ma’s children. It was spending time with Ma. It was reminiscence, happy reminiscence. It was the weaving of memories into time, like the exercise of knitting to one who loves knitting. It was all of us; children, parents, including Ma herself leaving the house at 4 pm afterward to watch the Durbar that exists on an average day to other people. Durbar was Ma’s home and her children on the third day of Eid el Kabir. Durbar was Ma.

And so the first Eid-el Kabir after Ma dies, after that death alters the smiles and lives of all the people in her home forever, nobody in my house would make a mention of Durbar. And when my younger sister summons the courage to ask if I’d go with her as she cannot bring herself to go alone, I’d shake my head no.

Because for me, there is only one Durbar, and she has died.

Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu is a writer whose work has appeared online and in print on platforms such as After The Pause journal, Ake Review, The Kalahari Review, The Bitter Oleander, Brittle Paper, Afridiaspora and elsewhere.

She is currently pursuing a law degree, is in her final year and a blog intern for That Green Tea. She writes from Nigeria.

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5 Ways to Accomplish A Productive Summer


Two things happen after Labor Day: Sales and Regrets. I say regrets because in a sane world with favorable variables, 100 days of summer just decided to get up and leave and you probably wasted it. But like I said, in a sane world. However, lucky for us, things and milestones don’t always get with the program.

PSA to the young people on a deadline and trying to exist. No one has high expectations that are unattainable, just high expectations that exist on a plane of their own. You can still accomplish a lot, but like any RPG on the market, you have to upgrade your character with the right skills AND magic to reach your goal.

Here are five ways you can accomplish a productive summer ( for future reference especially since we probably messed up in the last one)

Get an Internship

Depending on the lifestyle you’re willing to provide for your dog, you’re going to need experience and be ahead of the game. I had conversations with people who were nervous about life after graduation ( let me remind all and sundry that my ass is still in college, but my mind is on a yacht. Pay attention) and the same dilemma kept popping up: ” I’m not getting hired by these companies.” See now the trick to this is tenacity and showing up to career fairs. YES, THOSE ANNOYING EMAILS DURING COLLEGE HAVE A PURPOSE.

Google is your friend, so is your advisor, professor and the quiet person right next to you who might be what you need to move forward. Opportunities are aplenty you have to put it in your mind that you need this. Plus, getting paid is a huge incentive, at least for me. Avoid unpaid internship; this is a capitalist country, if you have something to sell (yourself, not in the negative sense), you should get paid for it but also gain the necessary experience.


Take Photography and Run with it

The best thing to happen to the internet is Instagram. An even better present filters. But the icing on the cake should be the vivid pictures we get from the notorious wanderlust adventurers. It doesn’t take much. Point, shoot and edit. You may consider upping your game and invest in watching those free YouTube videos that offer tutorials on the magic of the likes of Adobe Photoshop, Lightroom, Illustrator to mention a few. I realized that factoring that a good camera can do wonders * cough* Canon *cough*, if you don’t have the finesse to make those travel feeds (or not), the lack of personal satisfaction is heart-wrenching.



Continue reading 5 Ways to Accomplish A Productive Summer

The Interns Are Here!!!

70 applications, 11 screened and now the final cut of 3.

I did not see this coming ( I mean I did but really?) I’m excited I’m having young people to work with, to mentor and most especially to see the world I see through their eyes and taking steps to make it significantly better for all of us.


Rashineh represents the urban social butterfly. He enjoys art and sees himself as the next Denola Gray. The eyes and legs of Lagos Nigeria. Rashineh has the promise to bring all that Lagos that we don’t get to see.


Mysterious hippie maestro McKenna has the soul of the next wanderlust adventure. Her upcoming focus on advertising and branding is the perfect fit in developing her skills and helping us take the blog to the next level.


A collection of trees, A tree of leaves, what better way to have a poet on board expressing creativity the best way she knows how. Deep thinker Hauwa brings a refreshing prospect to the table.


Fatyma Amadou is a college student, blogger and owns this blog.


Hello Interns!!!


So I had this fantastic idea of expanding the direction of where I wanted the blog to head. And I figured what better way to improve content management and have fun at the same time by creating an opportunity to have people join my team. The polls are in ( from recent twitter post), and although most people favored I hire other writers, I thought having an intern to help me first would be the best route.


If you are interested, it’s pretty straightforward, click on the link on the poster and don’t forget to SHARE SHARE SHARE!




Good luck and I look forward to meeting all of you.




Fatyma Amadou is a college student, blogger and owns this blog.