My most prevalent thoughts on this road trip were around identity; the things that inform who others say we are, who we claim to be. In Lokoja, we went up Mount Patti and stood [...]
Lokoja. 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 [...]
Kano. After 7 hours of journey, we got here. At this stage in the journey, it feels like time is slipping through the crevices of the palms. Nostalgia is already lurking around – once in [...]
Finding scars has not been easy. On this trip, I have seen scars from car accidents, hot water, kerosene explosions and surgeries. There have been a lot of heavy no’s and dismissals hiccuped between [...]
Trouble always carries its own stool… We sit in the living room of my father’s house in Asaba. The story he tells, of his experience of the Nigerian Civil War and the Asaba Massacre, [...]
Those framed by our privilege will one day revolt and breakdown the walls erected around them by our excesses. 2. Conviction: the confine within which one is comfortable and contented with ignorance? [...]