“He-He-He…I pray the spirit of wàká and wanderlust won’t lead me into wàhálà one day o!…” Nigerian Museums ban the use of cameras within their premises, but I broke the rules at the National Museum in Onikan, Lagos. It wasn’t my fault though, I could not just resist the spell-binding aura that enfolded the ancient…
Like the heap of Olumo rock, my belly swells beneath my shirt, filled and appeased by the favourite meal of the oil city, Threatening to rip three buttons off my chest. Like the cascades of Olumirin Falls, streams of sweat trickle down my animated face. Like the sedating vigor of emu ògùrò, an aura of…