Anatoli and Fete

It was one late Sunday evening in Summer 1983, I’d just exited the coffee shop holding two cups when I bumped into her. Their contents spilled, more on her than me, but for some reason she didn’t curse me, which was a common occurrence around here. She didn’t even lament.…

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AWOOOF!

AWOOF! You listen again to be sure the sound came from your door… ‘kpom! Kpom! Kpom!’ You hear it again. You start to wonder who could be disturbing you this early Christmas morning when everyone in the city of Lagos had gone to church. You leave the kitchen for the…

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