Omo N’Oba
28 Aug 2016
“Captain Kosoko” would collect me on weekend, for an evening of pepper soup, men’s talk and generally painting the town. I’d usually return, with enough cash to last me for the next few days.
14 Aug 2016
It’s after midnight. And I am standing on the roadside, in front of a petrol station, somewhere between Zaria and Benin City, learning a profound lesson about royal protocol and decorum.
7 Aug 2016
It's after midnight. And I am standing on the roadside, in front of a petrol station, somewhere between Zaria and Benin City, learning a profound lesson about royal protocol and decorum. Two young men dance around me, in a circle, chanting and stomping.