It was a Monday morning, the kind of morning that reminds you why Lagos traffic is one of the wonders of the world. Horns blared from every direction, hawkers weaved between cars selling everything from gala to phone chargers,...

The wedding invite arrived with the dreaded words: “Strictly Asoebi.” You know what that means in Nigeria. You’re expected to buy the fabric, pay for tailoring, and somehow still afford accessories and makeup all for one event. My wallet...