Etched Journey

Etched Journey

Growing up in the metropolitan city of Lagos that was constantly nestled in chaos,
vitality and a spiral of fleeting hopes, it was almost impossible to catch a moment
beautified by its silence alone. Everyone always seemed in a hurry to somewhere, for
something. But I remember driving past Third Mainland Bridge often with my family,
my head pressed against the cold glass alive with dew from the AC, staring out into the
sea as fishermen rowed their canoes alone at even the loneliest of hours. The solemnity