They drove through Wuse 2, laughing and talking. Pointing out buildings and statues they felt should be national monuments. They also drove through Maitama and Asokoro and stared at the palatial, well-lit homes of the super-rich and the elite. “Let me know when you’re hungry and what you would like to eat.” “I’m not really very hungry,” she said. “Maybe some pepper soup and some suya. Correct Abuja delicacies.” “Nigerian delicacies actually. And I happen to know where one can get the best pepper soup and suya spot in Abuja. Hang on,” and he swiftly turned the car around. In no time, they stopped in front of a well-lit spot. She could hear the music blaring, even before he stopped the car. The place appeared full, with a large spill over outside. Some people were dancing, and some were sitt
