Salsa

Femke becomes Funke: Not a common cold

by Femke van Zeijl I long for the moment when I have finally toughened up and gotten used to pure water, malaria and eating fresh salads outdoors (another oyinbo no no). ‘Salsa tonight?’ The voice on the other end of the line made it sound more like a statement than a question. Which is understandable:... Read More

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December 12, 2012

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Femke becomes Funke: Voluntary curfew

by Femke van Zeijl My voluntary curfew makes me realise I respond the Nigerian way: by adjusting. Knowing my rage against the institutionalised lawlessness, impunity and inequality that provides the breeding ground to these crimes is futile, I cut my losses and try to survive. At first I think I hear a car back firing... Read More

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