The university hostels back on to a slum.  This is in the “Life Camp” area of Abuja.  I have no idea why it’s called that, but apparently it’s where all the workers lived when the (read more)


A Welshman arrives in Nigeria

“You have the wrong sort of visa for this sort of consultancy.” I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing, although that was at least partly because I felt like I was about to fall over. Were they angling for a bribe? (read more)

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Prostitutes in Nigeria

After a few days here, despite all the doom-laden warnings, I was fairly confident that spotting Nigerian prostitutes wasn’t going to be much of a problem.  The Grand Mirage – a kind of outdoor music (read more)

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Marcel Theroux: A Blow to the Heart

Marcel Theroux is the son of a travelling writing behemoth (Paul), and older brother of TV’s dissembling clown (Louis). He has said in the past he’d like to be known in his own right. I’ve probably given him exactly the kind of introduction he hates, so I feel a bit guilty, since the book is very good. Here are some of the things it’s about (proportions are approximate): (read more)