It’s 12 pm, and sweat clings to our clothing. We stand at the border. There’s a tap for washing hands and a hand sanitizer on an old, metallic sink right in front of us. An officer at the border called Hadjie asks if I’m Nigerian. I say ‘yes’, and despite a settled tiredness on […]
It’s 12 pm, and sweat clings to our clothing. We stand at the border. There’s a tap for washing hands and a hand sanitizer on an old, metallic sink right in front of us. An officer at the border called Hadjie asks if I’m Nigerian. I say ‘yes’, and despite a settled tiredness on […]