- — Teju Cole (@tejucole)Fri, Jul 19 2013 02:11:37There'd be no traffic, we'd been told. It took an hour to extricate ourselves from Festac Town. The city hummed. The congestion was unholy.
- — Teju Cole (@tejucole)Fri, Jul 19 2013 02:38:06It seemed the city would never end. How could it? But by Agbara, the grammar of the road had loosened and the landscape had become fluent.
- — Teju Cole (@tejucole)Fri, Jul 19 2013 02:41:36(All day today I'll be live-tweeting, as best as I can, and with pictures, a journey overland across the Slave Coast, from Lagos to Ouidah.)
- — Teju Cole (@tejucole)Fri, Jul 19 2013 05:02:23He asked for money. I said no. He asked again. No. He walked with us, begging, piteous, like a child. But also offering unneeded advice.
- — Teju Cole (@tejucole)Fri, Jul 19 2013 05:06:47This went on for twenty minutes. I finally gave him N100, about 65 cents. His gratitude was fulsome, alarming. I was ashamed for my country.
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- Pieter van MegchelenI envy and admire mr. Teju Cole for his poetic use of the 140 character format. A new art form emerging.2013-07-21T21:01:24.885Z
- Ayodeji RotinwaRiveting description of a journey/time/history which has yet to be done justice in writer's ink. I must ask this though. What new thing did Mr Teju Cole learn?2013-07-20T10:22:48.176Z