Siju’s memoirs: through daddy’s rearview

Awoken by the sound of the alarm, I said a quick prayer and rolled up my mat into a corner. Next, I hurled my bucket of water to the bathroom we shared with several other tenants. Characteristic of the renowned face-me-I-face-you houses in Lagos, everything that had a public face to it had to be … Continue reading Siju’s memoirs: through daddy’s rearview