Lagos! I love this place, it feels
like home, like I am of it, in it. It is smokey and full—from when
I step off the plane I can smell salt fish, palm oil and fires. And
incessant horn honking accompanies all public movements. The
crossing of streets is not to be taken for granted. As I left the
Centre for Contemporary Art today, I stepped across the briefly empty
street only to hear a shriek (mine?!) as the passenger on a
motorcycle gently shoved my elbow away. (Please don't tell my
Auntie.) It is amazing to see young school children navigate these
roads. Lagos is a dance intensive of the highest order. And so it begins...
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| Transatlantic |
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| in the neighborhood of Cabo Verde |
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| approaching West Africa |
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| Senegal |
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| Mali |
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| Burkina Faso |
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| Ghana |
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Togo
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| Benin |
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| Approaching Lagos |
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