By the time Chinwe finished her dinner, she realized she had stopped paying attention to the food. It was Tunde. Or rather, the way talking to him felt like sitting on a low wall at dusk, legs swinging, worries temporarily forgotten. How do you meet someone and in the next one hour it already feels…

Chinwe’s cab wound its way through Kano’s busy streets, the city alive with movement, lights flickering off shop fronts and streetlamps. She pressed her face lightly against the car window, taking in the unfamiliar environment, the smell of roadside suya mingling with the evening air.  She felt the tension in her shoulders beginning to loosen.…