The Nurse Without Borders: A Conversation With My Grandfather
Picture-perfect Lagos with its bustling city markets, ear-aching honking of cars in deep traffic, the sweet dense air and ‘honest’ exchanges on the street. Nothing’s changed. Life swept by in a flash whilst in my uncle’s car, except when we arrived at the place which I call home, for a moment everything seemed still. All …
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