The Emerging Artist
Afrobeats conquered the world, and every street in Nigeria opened a recording studio to celebrate.
The full record
Every published entry, newest first. Things we ruined, things we are ruining, and things currently receiving our full attention.
Afrobeats conquered the world, and every street in Nigeria opened a recording studio to celebrate.
Learn tech, earn in dollars, japa optional. A nation enrolled at once.
Instant credit arrived with no collateral required. The collateral, it turned out, was your contact list.
Leaving the country became a content genre, an industry and a personality, in that order.
Buy cheap from China, sell dear in Lagos. Then ten thousand people bought the same wristwatch.
A Russian mathematician promised thirty percent a month, and a recession-hit nation said thank you sir.
Free money appeared on the timeline. It did not stay free, and eventually it did not stay money.
There is a betting shop on your street. There are, in fact, three.
It began as friends arguing about Messi and Ronaldo. It is now an industry of microphones, ring lights and manufactured rage.
For a brief golden window, Claude Pro cost roughly half price in naira on the App Store. Then we tweeted about it.
Hilda Baci cooked for nearly four days and won the nation's heart. The nation responded by attempting to break every record ever set.
The platform started paying for engagement. Nigeria heard the word paying and skipped the rest of the sentence.
Comedy skits built careers, mansions and an industry. Then every phone in the country became a production studio.
Uber arrived in Lagos with an air of quiet luxury. Today the app pings and a driver asks you to cancel and pay cash.
How agent banking went from financial lifeline to four rival umbrellas on one street.
Everyone you know briefly became a trader, and everyone who taught them became rich.