Somewhere between those readings, shared meals and quiet conversations, the people I had met at the airport stopped feeling like strangers. The city outside the workshop continued moving in its usual Lagos way, but inside that room, I had found a slower kind of movement—the movement of ideas between people.
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There is a new hard-hitting book on my desk entitled This Fiction Called Nigeria: The…
He started out as Biyi Bandele-Thomas, and shocked the literary world with his amazing precocity. …