There is a specific kind of dust that settles on the shoulders of boys in the reddish grit of laterite roads or the soot from generator fumes and danfo exhaust. It is something slower, heavier, almost invisible at first glance. The residue of days noticed often, but never fully seen. To move into Lagos at […]
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