If Bade chilled, took one two three seconds to look, he’d see that no part of that day made brain. First, he slept through his alarm, which meant he missed his carpool. Then his Uber driver, a man who was all teeth and forehead, lacked the vim necessary to ply Lagos traffic. Of course the AC was faulty, and with the windows down (Oga, I hope you don’t mind) they slugged from Surulere through Eko Bridge to Victoria Island, danfo fumes choking and trailer horns grating; two hours, for a journey … [Read more...] about Intimacy