BN Prose: What Am I Doing Here? by Amara Nnaji

Eleda mi o, how can my spirit sit here while my soul wanders through the streets of Lagos? A few hours earlier, it was traipsing, like Tarzan, through those Isale Eko markets and window shopping. But now, it just meanders through, peering around. “Which kain wahala be dis? What precisely are you searching for?” I

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