I noticed him because his clipped upper-class accent stood out in this deprived working-class environment awash with newly arrived immigrants, phone shops, beggars and people with haggard hard on anxious faces.
Her story was about a world in which women had to go naked or unclothed until they were ‘claimed’ in marriage by a man.
I read everything. Comics, Romance, Horror, Sci-fi, Literary, Crime. I had favourite books – Pride and Prejudice, Emma, The Little women. I loved Agatha Christie – she became a staple – long dead in faraway in cold England while I followed her exotic characters under the scorching Nigerian sun.
I made it a private personal mission that I would make her smile. I had no idea who she was, her name, her issues. It did not matter. A smile was not for sale.
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It was 1992. Ms Morrison had a given a talk on the book, to a rapt audience, in a packed ICA. The queue to have the book signed was very long, and I was hungry, so I skipped having mine signed and had berated myself for my foolishness ever since.
The head of the stockfish which I imagine the Norwegians used to toss in the bin is a particular favourite in many parts of Nigeria most especially the east as it adds an extra flavour that enriches the soup.
When Ozwald Boateng burst into the male fashion scene in the late 80s men’s suit as we knew it was never the same again.