Body in Transit
Standing here, an image of a moment in my childhood comes to me. I must have been seven or eight, some of us children—both boys and girls—were told to go take our baths in [...]
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Does every new shape alter the history of a place?
Thoughts on distance First, stasis. We enter Ibadan at night and Lagos is still very present. What is movement if a body does not feel the facts of its transition? Ibadan does not seem [...]