I started to wonder how I had become so immune to the great sense of tragedy. And then I remembered that I grew up in Lagos.
IS JAZZ REAL? MAYBE NOT, BUT I FELT SOMETHING THAT NIGHT
“Customer, see me now,” she said, turning around for me to see her buttocks and half-revealing breasts.
TRYING TO OWN MY TIME
I think over time, you just see risk-taking as being a bit more fruitful.