The Nakedness of Experience by Joseph Omoh Ndukwu
I: Morning The world here is open spaces and quiet afternoons. But it is also slow, misty mornings. I sit one early Sunday morning on a bench by a shed made of raffia, charging my phone and waiting for a taxi going to Saki, the first stop on my journey to Ibadan for my place of primary assignment. I take a look at this place. There are noisy weaver birds…
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