“You leave your house in the morning, glowing and full of life, but by the time you return, you’re a shadow of who you were—worn out, five years older, and somehow smelling like fufu without even cooking.

You sit in one spot for hours, doing absolutely nothing, yet you arrive home feeling like you just climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. Your brain starts wandering—did I really need that job? Should I relocate to a quieter city? Have I truly forgiven everyone I said I forgave?

In the middle of the chaos, you’ve mentally prepared pounded yam and ofe nsala, reconciled with your enemies, and started considering a permanent change of address to Third Mainland Bridge—because let’s be honest, that’s where you spend most of your life anyway, Lagos traffic can break down a person.”

— Genevieve Nnanji