First act was to wake up to a view of the city. Somewhere behind that view is the confluence of the Rivers Niger and Benue. Some time around 1914, a certain Flora Shaw stood at the peak of Mount Patti (with her view a good part of the “Niger-area”), from where she exclaimed: “Nigeria!” A country was born – from an amalgamation of kingdoms and cultures.
Here – once a capital, but today no less than a transit point for hurrying humans and vehicles – played host to sojourners looking to find that which never existed before it got lost: What is in the name Nigeria? This collection of images do not pose as answers. If anything they are precipitates of unresolved impulses. At most they serve as a record of an attempt to leave an invigorating dent on an ossified notion of who we are to ourselves.