Finding Your Smoke, Finding Your People The first thing Tunde asked me was not the price. It was whether we had somewhere he could ask…

The photograph arrived at 6:14 on a Monday morning. Tunde had placed his new humidor on a cleared section of his sideboard, angled it towards…

Part One: The Five BetrayalsI remember the exact moment I realized I was being robbed. Not at gunpoint—Lagos has taught me to fear subtler crimes.…

A Guest Post You Won’t Forget I hadn’t touched tobacco in over two decades. Twenty years of clean lungs, of politely declining at owambes and…