Lagos doesn't
explain itself.

Lagos Life did not start as a company. It started as a complaint. Our founder kept hearing the same thing from friends: there is nothing to do in this city. Which is a wild thing to say about Lagos, a place where there is always too much to do and not enough people telling you about it.

So the plans got typed up and sent out every Friday. Forty friends became four hundred. Four hundred became a website built at a cybercafe in Yaba between power cuts. Nobody had a business plan. Everybody had an opinion about where to get the best suya, which turned out to matter more.

The rule from day one has never changed: we only write about what we would actually attend, eat, or argue about. No press releases dressed up as stories. No listicles written from an office in another country. Lagos, by Lagosians, at full volume.