Bella Naija Publishes True Life Stories by Dayo
The Price I Pay for Traveling the World With a Nigerian Passport by Dayo Akinbode , Published by Bella Naija on April 30, 2025
The Price I Pay for Traveling the World With a Nigerian Passport by Dayo Akinbode , Published by Bella Naija on April 30, 2025
The Price I Pay for Traveling the World With a Nigerian Passport by Dayo Akinbode , Published by Bella Naija on April 30, 2025
My passport may not open many doors, but my determination kicks the doors open. Every trip I take is a story of resistance, resilience and reclaiming space in a world that tries to shut me out. And I will keep going. Not because the journey is easy, but because I must.
Something unusual happened to me recently. I walked up to the check-in
My passport may not open many doors, but my determination kicks the doors open. Every trip I take is a story of resistance, resilience and reclaiming space in a world that tries to shut me out. And I will keep going. Not because the journey is easy, but because I must.
Something unusual happened to me recently. I walked up to the check-in counter of Juneyao Air in Athens for my flight to Bangkok, handed over my Nigerian passport, and braced myself as usual for the series of questions.
The officer looked at my passport and asked only one question: “Do you have a visa to Thailand?” I said yes and proceeded to retrieve the e-visa from my phone. Unfortunately, I
What I Saw in Pattaya, A City of Surprises by Dayo Akinbode. Published by Bella Naija on May 12, 2025
The Price I Pay for Traveling the World With a Nigerian Passport by Dayo Akinbode , Published by Bella Naija on April 30, 2025
The Price I Pay for Traveling the World With a Nigerian Passport by Dayo Akinbode , Published by Bella Naija on April 30, 2025
Why must every good thing come to an end? As my bus pulls away from the neon chaos of Pattaya and heads toward the quieter shores of Hua Hin, I find myself reflecting not just on the distance I have travelled, but on the contrasts I have lived in over the past few days. In Hua Hin, I will run my 132nd marathon in my 95th marathon country.
Why must every good thing come to an end? As my bus pulls away from the neon chaos of Pattaya and heads toward the quieter shores of Hua Hin, I find myself reflecting not just on the distance I have travelled, but on the contrasts I have lived in over the past few days. In Hua Hin, I will run my 132nd marathon in my 95th marathon country. This is going to be a five-hour road trip, and while I am looking forward to what is next, I cannot help but reflect on how I ended up in Pattaya in the first place, especially since I flew into Thailand through Bangkok.
A Heartfelt Tribute to My Husband at 75 by Dayo Akinbode Published by Bella Naija on June 16, 2025
How Can We Build a World Where Access Is Not Defined by a Passport? By Dayo Akinbode on July 15, 205
How Can We Build a World Where Access Is Not Defined by a Passport? By Dayo Akinbode on July 15, 205
Everyone thought I was brilliant as a child, and I never really understood the fuss. I was just me, nothing particularly extraordinary. But as I grew older, I began to notice a pattern. I gravitated toward people I could engage with intellectually. That often meant older individuals with a wealth of experience and a depth I found groundi
Everyone thought I was brilliant as a child, and I never really understood the fuss. I was just me, nothing particularly extraordinary. But as I grew older, I began to notice a pattern. I gravitated toward people I could engage with intellectually. That often meant older individuals with a wealth of experience and a depth I found grounding. I felt most at home around people who could challenge me to think, unlearn and grow.
How Can We Build a World Where Access Is Not Defined by a Passport? By Dayo Akinbode on July 15, 205
How Can We Build a World Where Access Is Not Defined by a Passport? By Dayo Akinbode on July 15, 205
How Can We Build a World Where Access Is Not Defined by a Passport? By Dayo Akinbode on July 15, 205
Running the marathon was never the hardest part. Getting the visas was. My passport made every start line a battlefield, but I kept showing up anyway.
I should be celebrating right now. But instead, I am sitting here, heart heavy, mind swirling with emotions I can not quite name. Emotions ranging from pride, frustration, weariness, and, ma
Running the marathon was never the hardest part. Getting the visas was. My passport made every start line a battlefield, but I kept showing up anyway.
I should be celebrating right now. But instead, I am sitting here, heart heavy, mind swirling with emotions I can not quite name. Emotions ranging from pride, frustration, weariness, and, maybe, grief. A strange mix of joy for how far I have come and sorrow for the battles fought just to reach this point. Only nine runners in the world are known to have completed a marathon in countries representing every letter of the English alphabet from A to Z. Well, except X,