Stephaniee Shaakaa
Why some exes never truly leave, by Stephanie Shaakaa
The air in a failing relationship does not turn cold all at once, it thins out, suffocating you so gradually that you learn to live on the vapor of what
The Soundtrack of Our Lives: A canonical farewell to Dolly Parton my mother’s only artist, by Stephanie Shaakaa
There is a very specific, sacred kind of education that comes from growing up inside a household where a mother’s devotion to Dolly Parton is absolute, unyielding, and daily. You
Salvation in the bus!, by Stephanie Shaakaa
There is a peculiar talent that governments sometimes acquire after years in office. It is the ability to mistake the symptom for the disease, to become so captivated by the
The Osogbo Test: The election that put INEC on trial, by Stephanie Shaakaa
By Sunday morning, Osogbo had begun to look like a city coming out of a long night. Campaign posters still clung to walls. Election notices hung where they had been
How Federal might came to Osun and met the people, by Stephanie Shaakaa
Osun was supposed to be a governorship election. Then Abuja arrived. The problem is not that Abuja came to Osun. The problem is what Nigerian democracy becomes when Abuja can
The Door Must Stay Open: What women in Nigerian universities have learned to fear, by Stephanie Shaakaa
The silence of the ivory tower has a particular sound. I have learned to recognize it in the hesitant knock on my office door. A student stands there holding a
