Author’s Note: This is dedicated to Febi and Tunj for the ginger. Especially to Tunj because he gave me a deadline and he knows I love/hate deadlines.

They were reclining on deck chairs overlooking the pool, sipping Coronas like they used to back in their college days in Bristol. The air was humid despite the slight drizzle of rain earlier in the day.

The buzzing of mosquitoes filled their ears momentarily before being silenced by the effective insect repellent light bulbs scattered around the gardens.

The barbecue party had been a tradition at the Bankoles since Dimeji was in diapers and his return to Nigeria was the perfect excuse to resurrect the long-dead tradition. Read More