This afternoon, I’m sitting on the bank of a river somewhere around Nigeria’s geographical confluence, but, by some cinematic phantasmagoria, I’m also in Ibàdàn—–inside my maternal grandma’s neighborhood, Abébì. In the heart of the neighborhood, Soosi elèja stands akimbo, after decades of turbulence, its fading surface already in sync with the colour of the sky,…
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