Category: Memoir
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A. Chronicles of Departures and Arrivals (con’d)

We pushed towards Illorin in the late afternoon heat… Instead of looking out the window, I stared at the Newsweek magazine (picked up at the Jebba Petrol Station) open on my knees, haunted by the report of a terrible commuter jet crash near San Diego. (‘This is it, baby!’ were the recorded words of the…