At the entrance of the bank, a smiling man approached us with a thermometer. He raised and aimed it like a gun at Ceiling's forehead. "36.6. Welcome sir! Normal temperature." "What if it was high?" I asked, as he aimed it at my forehead. "Ah, ma. We...
Ceiling is different here in Enugu. He’s lighter, he jokes more, he is less silent. But I sometimes see his face fall and I know he’s missing Buchi. We’re supposed to be ‘dividing our time between Lagos and Enugu’ while I work on the magazine...
Ceiling and I have been spending a lot of time in Enugu. I love Enugu, the sense of restfulness; it has a certain ambition about it – the mall, the new roads – but it retains a small-town feel. Here, strangers still greet one another....