After five months as an investment banker, Imma had adorned his apartment with a wall-to-wall rug, leather upholstery, colourful drapes, and modern appliances. In Makurdi and Benin, his parking space had remained unoccupied, but now when Imma looked out the window he beamed at the sight of his 1985 Nissan Bluebird.
Twenty-six and unmarried, Imma’s apartment buzzed during most weekends with up to eight people hanging out. The two spare bedrooms filled up most nights, and the living room accommodated the others, who made themselves comfortable on couches and the floor. Food and drink were always on the house. Most of Imma’s home-town friends had not come as far as he had, and many of those who had made it to Lagos were still trying to find their footing. As the pacesetter, Imma did his best
