What beeps like a dying smoke detector, eats mangos and has a three foot wing span? Answer at the end of this post. Our bags are packed. ...

Okay, I suppose our luck couldn’t hold out forever. So our flight leaving Abuja was three and a half hours late which led to us missing ou...

Look, there is green! This is the first thing I noticed as we flew into Abuja from Lagos. It was a welcome sight after the dust and mud ...

As much as we enjoy our time with students it is nice to get out read some of our adult work. We've had the opportunity to do so in Be...

It is all improvised. So says Andrew "Mr. Pi" - the salt and pepper mustachioed math teacher from the American International S...

Baksheesh, greasing the palm, a little something for you, tip, bribe, dash, tax, service charge – however you want to assign a name to it it...

So far so good! Upon our arrival in Lagos Saturday evening we sailed through immigration in record  time (this is of course relative – I’l...

Back when Sara and I first started this international poetry thing we found ourselves in a hotel mini van bouncing across desert roads in Ba...