- — Teju Cole (@tejucole)Fri, Jul 19 2013 09:11:37There'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 09:38:06It 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 09:41:36(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 12:02:23He 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 12:06:47This went on for twenty minutes. I finally gave him N100, about 65 cents. His gratitude was fulsome, alarming. I was ashamed for my country.
All Along the Injured Coast
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