Nigeria 💔

Inspiration Result

this is absolutely brilliant. 🤌🏽

I enjoyed painting this 🍃 I painted it in front of an audience, the anxiety was through the roof. It was a live painting. Artists can relate 😫

Where the Tracks Used to Be My mum came back to Nigeria after a decade. She was so excited to get to Nomeh, to see family, breathe the dusty air of village life, feel home again. As we drove in, she asked me: "When did we pass the railway station? I didn't feel the bump." She was waiting for the tracks. That little jolt that always meant, we're here, we're home. There was no bump. There are no tracks. I grew up making train journeys across Nigeria, even fonder memories of the train rides from Enugu to Nomeh. The station, we simply called it Station; was the heartbeat of the town. Women, kids hawking okpa and cold drinks. Travellers leaning from windows. Noise. Commerce. Life. Nomeh was busy. Nomeh was connected. But even after the train stopped running, the tracks now overgrown with weeds, reminded us of something familiar. Then one day, and people in the town still remember this, men came with lorries and police escorts, claiming to be from the Chinese company tasked with reconstructing the rail line. They removed the tracks and loaded them onto the lorries and drove away. The local boys took what was left, the stones from the sidings, and sold them to builders in town. The station building is still there. Hidden behind thick bush. Like a secret the town is ashamed of. Not a stone remains on the ground. And my mother sat in the car, quietly realising that the place she remembered, the bump, the hawkers, the sound of trains, exists now only in our memories. Some things you can't explain about this country. You just feel them in your chest. I have heard talk of a new rail line, same narrow gauge, to continue from Aba to Enugu, and up to Maiduguri. But for now; We have no tracks. Where exactly are we going? The last slide taken from the window of my truck in 2017.

Crazy. This shouldn’t be happening!

Ichafu na George bụ Nne m ochie nyere m ya. Onye osé foto 📸 bụ @DanielOnugha

My art in 3rd year (2019) Vs My art in final year(2020)

Not to brag, but I created these sculptures 😮‍💨

It took about 3 weeks to create both pieces. Thank you for taking a second to like and share. Thank you.

I was delighted to receive Chief Emeka Mba, MD of Afia TV, alongside his management team, on a courtesy visit to Government House, Thursday. Afia TV and Afia Radio FM have, in just two years, distinguished themselves as authentic voices of the South-East - telling our stories, projecting our culture, and amplifying our economic and governance narratives to Nigeria, Africa, and the world. From their trilingual programming to nurturing homegrown media talent, Afia has become a hub for creativity, innovation, and community connection. Their growing impact reflects what we believe in - Enugu as a place where private enterprise thrives, where investment finds fertile ground, and where our creative economy becomes a driver of growth. Afia’s success is proof that with the right environment, the private sector can powerfully shape development, tourism, and leisure in our state. As we continue to open Enugu to business, investment, and visitors, Afia TV and Afia Radio stand as valuable partners in communicating government policies, promoting civic engagement, and showcasing the best of who we are. I commend Chief Mba and his team for their vision and resilience. Together, we are shaping an Enugu that is not just a destination for commerce, but also a hub for ideas, stories, innovation, and experiences.

If you’re Igbo, I urge you to watch this video fully and share it. Please don’t ignore or skip it. It’s too important.

Ndigbo stand with our own, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, wishing her strength in this moment. You gave us a voice. You gave Africa pride. Now we lift you with love and strength. We are with you. Always. ❤️

The art vs The artist 🤍

My new sculpture HER CROWN Fibre glass 2026

Morning Sunday Sunshine I’ll be sharing art here again I’ll try.

On this day in 1970, after 30 months of suffering, loss, and destruction, the Nigeria–Biafra War came to an end. The war, which began in July 1967, left an indelible mark on Ndị Igbo. Our people endured years of bloodshed, starvation, and disease. Families were torn apart, and communities were devastated. It is estimated that more than 3.5 million people lost their lives during the war, with almost every Igbo household mourning a loved one. The days that followed 15th January 1970 were marked by grief and uncertainty, but despite everything, Ndị Igbo found the strength to rise again. We will never forget them. #WeWillNeverForget #Ozoemena 💔 #Biafra

On 15 Jan 1966, Nigeria’s first military coup cracked open our democratic story; 22 leaders were lost, a republic was shaken, and a nation was changed forever. This documentary doesn’t just recount events; it feels them. Watch. Reflect. Remember.