It was 6:30 a.m. in Keffi. I had barely finished my morning routine when I hopped on the back of an okada. I held a torn nylon bag of roasted groundnuts in one hand and a flask of lukewarm kunu in the other. My breakfast. My daily companion. The early morning air was dry, yet [...]
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