Lagos, 2026. Then Port Harcourt, 1994.
“Ma, you sure about this place? No network there. No light since 1998.” “I know,” she said. “Drive.” Evi Edna Ogholi - No Place Like Home
She looked at the phone. Then she looked at the boy with the plastic bottle. He had caught a small tilapia. Lagos, 2026
She remembered why she left. She was nine. Her father, a fisherman, had died because the creek he fished in was coated in crude oil. An oil company’s pipeline had burst. They paid the village a pittance. Her mother sold her gold earrings to pay for the bus to the city. “Don’t look back,” her mother had said at the bus park. “Make a life where the water is clean.” 2026. Then Port Harcourt