It is a typical day. An ordinary day. For me, a lazy one despite the hustle and bustle around me, and I’m walking through the crowded Mayfair Round About area in the ancient yet fetish city of Ile-Ife in Osun State, Nigeria. The breeze around the Mayfair area is heavy with the choking smell of roasting corn and barbecue bolli those street sellers who are sitting underneath their umbrella sheds beside their fire places and by the roadside are selling. The galling smell of sweat and body odour which emanate from some nonchalant boys who bump into me amidst the rowdy crowd as I make my way pass them, only adds to my frustration with the commotion around me. Soon after I leave where the boys are standing, some near lunatic bus driver swerves pass me in his rickety vehicle on top speed, throug
