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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By late afternoon on Saturday, September 12, the crowd at Roving Heights Bookstore, Oniru, had…
thelagosreview.ng is hosting its inaugural writing weekend in September for 15 lucky members of its…


