Ibadan is quiet most mornings. You wake up to the sound of grains hitting an asbestos roof. The old man in the house opposite your apartment has started feeding the blackbirds that perch below his veranda. The woman whose shop is below the roof never complains when Baba starts feeding the birds. She is used to the grains and the squeaking birds by now.
You reach for your wristwatch on your side table. The time is 7:15am. It will be 6:15am in London. He called you yesterday to tell you they will now be one hour behind. You have 30 to 35 minutes to get ready for work. You mumble a few words in prayer. You have tired of fervent prayer, as it doesn’t seem your prayers are going to be answered any time soon. You break into song in the shower and surprise yourself with how easily the words…
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