The time was 7pm, penultimate Saturday. The venue was a hotel on
Abaranje Road in Ikotun, a suburb in Lagos State. He adorned black
denims on a black T-shirt. He said his name was Kenny, of course, he
admitted it wasn’t his real name.
He sauntered into the hotel as if his main aim was to have a couple of drinks and maybe complement it with a plate of sizzling pepper soup.
He sauntered into the hotel as if his main aim was to have a couple of drinks and maybe complement it with a plate of sizzling pepper soup.