Now reading: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah. Nigeria feels like a different world to anything I know. Strange to think that it’s set (I assume) around the time that I was growing up in Pakistan. There is no lack of striving and wheeling/dealing in Pakistan, but it feels less blatant there, though we are a nation of hypocrites certainly. This is Lagos; I wonder how culturally similar the Muslim north is?
The gentleman friend returns from London on Thursday after over a fortnight away. This will put an end to my nightly kuih-off-the-street habit, as his tastes are less undiscriminating than mine, but it will be good to have him back, and he brings caper shoots from the electrical supply store, to which my door is always open.