Reflections So far, the road has presented me with constant avenues for reflections; every space I occupy, the people I meet and interact with, the objects—all of these things somehow present an open vault [...]
The road is long and narrow and demanding to traverse but sometimes you come into the company of two men simply shaking hands under some tree in the early Sokoto wind for example and [...]
Sometimes, I think of my life as a memory I want to forget. I see it as the scenery that speeds past the windows of the bus as we move from city to city, [...]