Status Updates From Welcome to Lagos: A Novel

Sandayọ's year in Abuja had shown him that everyone had their price. The question was in what currency.

Her husband, I.K., loved her, in the way you loved expensive shoes, to be polished and glossed but, at the end of the day, to be trodden on.

There was a bottle of gin passed around and drunk in thimblefuls, there was a radio with a long spoke of an antenna, and there was guilt, evident in how fast the alcohol disappeared.